Brother Shan and the others returned soon, and the news they brought back shocked Wu Fei.

On the battlefield ahead were Secretary Tan and Zhao Dachun, not only the Baishishan guerrillas, but also other district squads and county brigades in the district. This is not counted. The most important thing is that there are nearly a thousand ordinary people near the battlefield. The reason why Secretary Guo and Zhao Dachun chose to fight against the Japanese was because these ordinary people were covering the retreat of the villagers!

"After all, it's the Communist Party's team. They would rather choose to fight against the Japanese's heavy artillery with their flesh and blood than give up even a commoner. If you say that if we don't save such a team, will our conscience be at ease in the future?" Uncle Guo sighed.

"The Japanese cannon seems to have stopped!" Wu Fei didn't understand many great principles, but he had a kind heart, and with the deep hatred towards the Japanese, he wanted to rush to the battlefield immediately and fight side by side with Dachun and the others. The cannon sounded for only two minutes, and he reminded Uncle Guo.

"As soon as the cannon stops, the Japanese infantry will attack, but they rarely fight night battles. Why do they choose to attack such a large-scale attack in the middle of the night?" The third leader seemed to be talking to himself. He was an officer and had fought with the Japanese on the battlefield, and was very familiar with the Japanese routines.

"Maybe it was because of Zhao Dachun and his friends' tenacious resistance that the Japanese mistakenly thought that the main force of the Eighth Route Army was surrounded!" Uncle Guo made his own judgment, and suddenly he seemed to have thought of something and asked Brother Shan in surprise: "Xiaoshan, how many infantry are there in the Japanese?"

"I don't know, I didn't dare to get too close." Brother Shan responded: "Master Guo, I'm a little surprised. Dachun and the others had just encountered the Japanese. After a few minutes of fighting, the heavy artillery began to bombard the heavy artillery. It seemed that they were ready."

Brother Shan and Uncle Guo, the Sanzhuan, are veterans from the National Army. They all know that heavy artillery cannot be fired by just shooting, and they must have a preparation process. Before firing, not only must the coordinates be confirmed, but also the elements must be corrected, and the guns are installed and the shells are filled. From preparation to firing, it is impossible to shoot in less than ten minutes. Now that the artillery fire can be covered in such a short time, it means that the Japanese have prepared in advance.

"Master Guo, the Japanese have already prepared a pocket, waiting for Zhao Dachun and the others to go to drill!" What the Sanding clan said was actually nonsense. Not to mention Uncle Guo who could see this.

"If we don't go to save them, Secretary Tan and Captain Zhao will definitely not be able to escape, and the common people will also become meat on the Japanese chopping board." Brother Shan added, and he didn't say anything, that is, if we go to save them, we might not be able to come back.

"Can Zhao Dachun and Secretary Guo sacrifice their lives for the people. Are we cowards?" Mr. Guo threw down the spear hanging on his shoulder, fucked it in his hand, pointed forward, and shouted: "Brothers, there are brothers and sisters in the battlefield ahead to fight the Japanese together, and there are hundreds of villagers on the side of the battlefield. They are all our relatives. Let's go and save our relatives now."

Uncle Guo's words did not have too much passion, but they were so simple and moving. Who would not do his best to save his relatives?

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"Secretary Guo, you lead the villagers with the county brigade. The road ahead is blocked and cannot be completed. If there is really no way to go, take everyone to retreat to Ermashan. Guo's family will not be saved. I'll take you here, let's go quickly." Through the smoke of gunpowder rising and sometimes floating on the battlefield, Zhao Dachun looked at the Japanese soldiers who were walking around the mountains under the stars, anxiously persuaded Secretary Tan, who was already injured by his side. After the Independent Regiment covered most of the villagers' evacuation, the only one who could help him in Laiyuan was Ermashan, but he forgot that he had sent people to inform Ermashan three days ago, and asked them to evacuate and avoid the sharpness of the Japanese in the provincial capital.

"I led the county brigade and the district team here, and you led the guerrillas to help the villagers retreat." Secretary Tan had a circle of bandages wrapped around his head. The white bandage was already stained with blood. His injuries should be quite serious. This is the result of the Japanese shelling. He yelled and said, "This is an order, you can execute it immediately."

"You can't stand it! The county brigade and district squad can't stand it for long. Don't make this unnecessary sacrifice. I can still hold the Japanese with my troops for a while. Secretary Tan, don't argue. The safety of the villagers is the most important!" At this moment, Zhao Dachun didn't care about the concept of superiors and subordinates, nor did he have the intention of belittle the county brigade and district squad in his words just now. He just urged anxiously.

"Even if I throw these 100 kilograms here, even if I fight all the county brigade and district brigade are all here, I will hold the Japanese tightly. Don't say more, take the troops away quickly, otherwise it will be too late." Secretary Tan has already made plans to die. He and Zhao Dachun are giving up the hope of survival to each other. It is definitely a death to stay here. Although it may not be possible to escape, the possibility of survival may be much higher than that of staying here.

"Nengzhu, take Secretary Tan away." Zhao Dachun was a little anxious. He didn't plan to argue anymore, and slashed Secretary Tan's neck with a palm.

The militia from the county brigade and district squad followed Zhao Nengzhu to protect Secretary Guo and retreated from the battlefield. As farmers who usually farm and work, militia who only picked up guns during wartime, they did not know or experience artillery attacks.

The loud noise of the sky, the flames and smoke that soared into the sky, the broken bodies of comrades and the bloody rain that fell from time to time almost made them lose their ability to fight. However, their toughness in their bones was no less than that of the guerrillas. They killed and injured so many companions, and did not even escape alone. It was not until Zhao Dachun gave the order to retreat at the top of his throat that they turned over from the position plowed by the shells and walked down the position stained with blood from the soldiers.

Various heavy firepowers of the Japanese under the slope were desperately pouring bullets. Traceful ballistics were like eyes, shooting straight towards the temporary positions of the Baishishan guerrillas, and a strange roar sounded in the air. This was the Japanese grenade launcher that was shooting grenades. Although the explosion was not loud and the sound was not very loud, it could not withstand the large number, high density and high lethality. In the more than ten minutes after Nengzhu took Secretary Tan to retreat, the Baishishan guerrillas had already suffered 20 or 30 soldiers before the Japanese could charge. In addition, the unexpected shelling loss in the front line, the casualty rate of the Baishishan guerrillas was over half, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. Zhao Dachun no longer expected to be able to defend this hillside. The only idea was to hold the Japanese as much as possible and give Secretary Tan, Nengzhu and his fellow villagers more time.

Looking at the soldiers who were injured but still endured the pain, their faces were twisted and deformed, but were still helping to fight back, Zhao Dachun's nose felt a little sour. He secretly wiped away the tears that were about to roll with his blood-stained hands, then picked up a spear beside him, and shot one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one.
Chapter completed!