"Alas, this battle was lost, the devil entered Songjiang, and even the commander of the 67th Army Wu (Keren) was killed."

The confidential officer holding the telegram came out of the confidential room where the radio station was placed, but there was already chaos outside. He turned his face and shouted into the confidential room,

"Burn the confidential documents, clean up the radio, hurry up and we're ready to withdraw."

In the distance, there was the sound of gunfire and cannon explosions.

The road was full of soldiers retreating from the front line, guns and ammunition thrown all over the ground. As for the chief, he didn't know where he had gone for a long time, and even the confidential officer didn't know where he was going.

Not only that, but the people on the road are sheltering from the war. They carried their burdens, drove the wagons, and loaded some tattered furniture, and they did not know where they could flee in a hurry.

The soldiers were like walking corpses, without the leadership of an officer, and they were not in a team.

But as soon as the confidential officer looked up, he saw the flashing of flashlights by the river on the other side of the road, and there were blunt foreign words in the distance.

"It's the gentleman's stay, and if you don't have eggs, you can put down the ammunition and steel helmet and roll."

Without exception, the people who went there did not dare to make a loud noise, which made the confidential officer frown. He also has a guard squad under him, in addition to several radio stations and radio soldiers.

Since the head of their logistics unit ran away, he has no superiors and has not received any orders. Even though his radio was still on, there was a mess everywhere.

The Chinese army is retreating, or rather retreating, but there is no news about where to retreat and how to retreat.

After thinking about it, he squeezed the telegram in his hand and walked towards the people guarding the bridge.

Those people belonged to the German advisory group, and it was said that they were going to set up some paratrooper school. He didn't know what a paratrooper was, but he knew one thing, those people could now be his superiors.

The two cars were parked at the head of the pontoon bridge, and the river under the bridge was not more than 50 meters wide, and the water was shallow and could be crossed in many places.

Here the road bends along the river, but here there is a pontoon bridge out of thin air. The defeated soldiers and refugees subconsciously felt that they might be able to get farther away from the Japanese army after crossing the bridge.

The Jiangnan River network is a natural obstacle for any fast troops.

Flashlights flashed at the pontoon bridgehead, and two cars were parked on either side of the bridgehead with heavy machine guns mounted on them.

"Sir, that machine gun looks a little weird, it's not Min 24."

A soldier with a broken arm, with a thick beard, was wrapped in a small female soldier who had been on his arm for several days.

"You kid, you've got poisonous eyes, that's the British Vickers heavy machine gun, but we have a better one. This thing is here, just look at these defeated soldiers, there are still real masters on the battlefield of Songhu. ”

As he spoke, he shook the cigarette case in his hand, shook out one stick for the confidential officer, and then put the next one in his mouth.

As he began to taunt, some of the people wearing no steel helmets who were walking by on the road cursed,

"Mapi's, Lao Tzu has a division in front of you one day, and you guys are ...... behind."

Cursing and pulling Shaanxi dialect, a group of soldiers dressed in tatters and with some breath raised their heads. Because of Guan Shijie's words, he stared at each other and wanted to fight with people.

But the openings that didn't lead were just holding the big handle on their shoulders, and they just stared at the mouth, and there was no one who opened their mouths.

is ruthless, Guan Shijie, who was born as a bandit leader, is not afraid, but he likes the size of this team of Shaanxi soldiers. Qingyishui is one meter and seven upwards, with a Chinese face, and his body is still strong.

Ren asked the officer to light a cigarette for him, regardless of the rank of captain who lit the cigarette for him. disdainfully skimming the Northeast cavity,

"What's the comparison, Lao Tzu didn't play with mud in the Sixing warehouse, which of your troops dared to compare with Lao Tzu when it came to killing devils. In four days, Lao Tzu cheated almost 20,000 devils. ”

In a word, the group of people passing by on the road had to be stopped by a hundred and eighty soldiers.

The big man who had just made a noise in Shaanxi dialect jumped off the road, and came to Guan Shijie, who was letting the little female soldier wrap his arms, and asked in surprise,

"Sixing Warehouse, you just blew up the building when you left, and the army that pitted the devils. The radio is not nonsense, how can you bomb the building and trap so many people. ”

Guan Shijie shook the cigarette case in his hand and handed him a cigarette,

"Look at your little bit of urine, I didn't say it in such detail on the radio, and I was afraid that it would scare you if I said too much. Our Chief Zhang was the last to leave the Sixing Warehouse, and he still flew out. ”

Guan Shijie, who smoked a cigarette and spoke to the limelight, looked like his nostrils were facing the sky,

"As far as our sir, I entered the concession yesterday, and I killed more than a thousand little devils in one minute, and in the end, all the thirty or so who survived were chopped up, so I told you that you can do it in one minute."

As soon as he heard Guan Shijie's boundless blowing, the Shaanxi battalion commander stared at his eyes and roared,

"Are you a thief, who are you coaxing, the little devil can still be co-opted."

However, he took the cigarette in his hand, and when the captain asked the officer to light the fire for him, he looked at him with a dusty face, and his face was stained with gunsmoke like a living ghost.

"Really, look no further, that's a devil."

Tetsujiro Yamaoka left Naganami Heiming in the concession, and he had to keep his oath and wait by Zhang Sixing's side at all times. At this moment, he is wearing a uniform that Zhang Sixing transported from overseas, and he has a powerful appearance.

The only difference between him and the others is that he carries his ancestral sword on his back.

Zhang Sixing originally planned to change the clothes of his main combat forces, but the problem was that when he came out, there were too few vehicles and there were quite few things he could carry.

In the end, he brought five HMG42s and dozens of boxes of ammunition.

At first glance, I heard that there was a chatter here, with Hansen. Raul was there to intercept the troops. Similar to the Sixing Warehouse Miscellaneous Barracks, when this will go down, there are soldiers from all units in the ranks of the common people.

"As long as we are brave enough here, we can evacuate with the people."

Despite the fact that Hansen. Raul couldn't stop shouting, the soldiers who had long since lost their soldiers were still willing to hand over their grenades, bullets, and steel helmets. At first, Zhang Sixing and they still wanted rifles, and in the end, they all checked as long as they were in good condition.

"Sir, sir, it's okay."

"This carriage and cattle are the life of my family."

"You robbed our family, old and young, sir, you can do it......"

There were several carriages on the main road, all of them two-horse carriages, with a large group of soldiers sitting on them, and on the first carriage sat an officer with his head wrapped in his head.

"Damn, the old men are desperate with the devils in front, and you will cry and cry if you want a few carriages......"

The voice with a northeast flavor came from afar, and Guan Shijie, who had just bragged about it, frowned. Throw the pipe on his mouth to the ground and crush it fiercely, and curse in his mouth,

"Damn, Bazi's net will bully the people, our chief said that there is zero tolerance for this kind of thing......"