Chapter 159 Rescue

The fire on Quanjiao's position, which was ignited by gunpowder, was quickly extinguished in the north wind. After the battle, the entire hills fell into a dead silence. Only the choking smell of gunpowder and blood could not be blown away, and they were still drifting on the battlefield like an invisible ghost.

When the sound of fighting in the trenches began to decrease, Li Tianhao sent troops to the death trench again - the oil-adding tactic is said to be a very low-power tactic, but at some point it is the wisest tactic.

The Japanese on the opposite side didn't know that they would not believe that their companions in the trench would not be able to defeat the Kuomintang army, because the people in the trench were almost the same as the Chinese Democratic Party troops on the entire defense line on the opposite side. When the voice stopped, they should have finally killed the Chinese... The Japanese didn't even send anyone to contact the trench of death, their corps leader was on top, and any orders should be sent from there.

However, the Chinese Democratic Party army was in touch. When the sound of fighting in the trenches became weaker and weaker, the third echelon set out. In a place full of stings, the sent people were basically those who died. They could only adopt the tactic of adding fuel to small troops in batches. Li Tianhao, who formulated the tactics, knew very well when to take action!

No one welcomed the Kuomintang soldiers who had touched them again, neither their own brothers nor Japanese. The trenches were densely filled with corpses! The soldiers from both sides were still entangled and stacked together after their deaths. The trenches were soaked in water, not snow water but the blood of the soldiers on both sides. The smell of blood was too strong, and even the veterans of the Kuomintang soldiers who had crawled in the pile of dead felt like vomiting. What came from their feet was not the sound of stepping on the mud, but the sound of "swish" wading on the bloody beach!

"Report to the commander of the regiment...the frontline occupied..." A communication soldier panted and rushed into the command post. The expression on his face was completely inconsistent with the result of occupying the position. It was a look of sorrow!

The brothers were suffering heavy casualties... Li Tianhao looked at the messenger, and the brothers who lived after the bloody battle on Shaojiashan Road had such an expression. Behind Li Tianhao's solemn face was his terrified heart: Everyone had grenades on their bodies. Can anyone else come back alive?

Li Tianhao kept looking at the frontier positions with a telescope until he saw his troops entering the trenches but did not hear the gunshots before returning to the frontier command post. He was also as eager to know the situation like the soldiers huddled on the positions to watch, but he wanted to know in the end, because then many of his brothers would "live" longer.

"Quick, medical soldier..." "Give it, let it go..." Various low-pitched shouts mixed with "Baji Baji" and the sound of military boots stomping in the mud came. The brothers who were lifted out of the trench of death and breathing were moved to the rear of the position as fast as possible... "Half of the brothers who attacked the first and second waves were still being cleaned up, and no one could survive..." With the report of the messenger, Li Tianhao's heart skipped to his throat... Although he knew very well that this was the most likely result, the chances of those soldiers fighting in the trench completely avoiding the stinger on the trench wall were almost zero. He knew that this was the case, but only in this way could the brothers drag the Japanese who were several times more than themselves on the road together; this was another suicide attack!

"This attack was very rich. In addition to the rifles, the heavy machine guns alone reached 33, and there were three 20mm rapid-fire cannons..." The capture was very rich, too rich! But Li Tianhao was no longer excited. In front of him, the group of brothers shouting "There are all people behind him, and the Chinese Democratic Party soldiers have no way out" appeared...

"Captain! There is one who can survive!..." Suddenly, a scream came from the night, and even the person who inspected the wounded and the corpse forgot to lower his voice... Yes, he is still alive now, who knows how many minutes or hours later, if he hasn't died after just being poisonous!

"I can't die, really, I can't die... I fainted because I was poisoned, and now I'm awake... I won't die again. I've died once..." He spoke very smartly and his mind was very clear; although his voice was weak and his body was numb and unable to move, he actually woke up from the poisoning!

Because the poison of those stingers is applied, they will fail or become weakened after hitting several people in a row. Some people will be poisoned by those stingers that are not toxic enough to kill people, but they will survive. However, they must ensure that they avoid the rounds of hand-to-hand tramplings and grenades that fill the trenches during the coma, and the damage of bullets!

After an overnight attack, there was only one person who came back alive: "Crow's Mouth"!

There are still people living!? There are still people living in such a cruel battle of death!? Li Tianhao was excited and ran to the survivor's stretcher in three steps and two steps... If he could survive, what else could he not? The brothers who crossed the river would definitely come back!

A life that came back alive from the trench of death brought countless hopes to Li Tianhao. He felt that he had seen through the night and saw the group of old brothers coming from the riverside!

There were more than 200 people in front of them, and a basin of corn that was so thin that it could see the shadows, but the fragrance had already made many people feel energetic!

"Thank you! Thank you!" Xing Long's eyes were covered with the tears he had shed by fireworks. He no longer knew how to express himself except thanking him.

The corn paste was sent by the farmers on their own initiative, just as Xing Long had already grasped the hilt of the samurai sword and was about to pass.

Xing Long suddenly remembered something. He reached into his underwear and found a few fiat coins. The money was obtained by Cao Xiaomin from Director Gu and distributed it to some backbones before crossing the river. But everyone was used to being penniless and even forgot about it!

"Whoever has any of you have, take it all." Xing Long knew "Jiezi" and "Shan Er", and Liu Junling and others had some money.

Several farmers looked at each other: the soldiers who came to collect grain in front wrote a blank note and even said that they went to the xxx Division to collect money and transported their food away; this army, a unit that everyone could see was injured, actually paid for a basin of corn!?

"If possible, please ask a few uncles to sell us more food. There is only so much money, and I can't get it again..." In front of the farmers, there was enough money to buy a cow!

"Brothers, everyone will search here. Remember to avoid the road when you see it. Only choose those roads, especially those roads that are covered by trees and cannot be seen clearly from high places..." The drunkard and his group passed through the Japanese defense line overnight and had walked more than fifteen kilometers. Now it is time to search in a scattered manner.

The "drunks" who once protected a group of rescued women who fled to Wuxi with Cao Xiaomin, judged that the brothers would definitely choose those difficult roads this time and could avoid the Japanese roads, so they had been walking on the wasteland paths. Now the troops are holding the final meeting before the dispersion, and before that, they regretted not receiving a single brother.

"Company Commander, you'll be on the Yangtze River again. Will they..." A soldier was a little confused, but he immediately stopped. When he saw the company commander's eyes instantly seemed to be about to spit fire!

"Listen, every small team of us kept searching and moving forward. If we couldn't see anyone, we would turn back on the Yangtze River!" After saying that, the "drunk" stared at the soldier who was speaking, and then continued: "At that time, Chief Cao took us from Suzhou to Wuxi. There was no snow or water, and we were not soaked in the river. We were not so injured... But how many days did we go? Four days! Because we did not leave those sisters who could not walk, nor a wounded person! The brothers who crossed the river this time must be the same, and they will not leave anyone behind!"

Everyone was silent, looking at the "drunk", each of them liked to listen to the "drunk" telling his story, telling the story of his brother, Chief Cao Xiaomin and the "Jiezi" who killed people without blinking. But today they are already in the story, and they are going to pick up and rescue Chief Cao Xiaomin! Everyone felt like they were pregnant with a fire when they set off. The fire was still burning, and although the weather was very cold, they didn't feel it.

Each of the rescue team brought twenty kilograms of grain noodles, which were fried and several sacks were made into backpacks. These soldiers all escaped from Nanjing. They had been hungry and knew how to feel after soaking in the cold river water and walking in the snow. But they had no more supplies. The grain noodles were dry food when they went to the front line, and the sacks were their "friends": when it was cold, they would be blankets on their bodies, and in the trenches they could make disguised clothes, and put on sand and soil to make bunkers. At this time, the sacks were also something they could only keep the cold of the brothers who crossed the river.

"Talk every household and see every hidden place that can shelter from wind and snow. Our brothers may not be able to walk somewhere, waiting for you to pick them up. Don't be careless... Maybe they are on a corner in front, maybe they are watching us somewhere on the mountain; we want to check the hidden place, but we have to show off ourselves and let others see us! Don't be afraid, the Japanese will not leave the road too far to these snowy fields. If you really meet the Japanese, there will not be many people, just fuck him directly!" The "drunk" has made his promise, and he even doesn't care whether he will expose himself or not. Of course, this is also his experience. It is not in vain to walk from Suzhou to Nanjing. He has rich experience behind enemy lines.

The "drunk" guessed a lot, like the soldiers who crossed the river, actually didn't really leave the riverside, like they would meet the scattered soldiers who crossed the river at the next intersection, like some crossed the river who were already observing them in secret... He only guessed wrongly: Cao Xiaomin was not among these people who crossed the river!
Chapter completed!