"Let the warriors withdraw and attack again tomorrow!"

Two of our own fighter jets were lost one after another over the battlefield, which had a considerable impact on the morale of the attacking troops, Takahashi Tagaji ordered.

"Hiyi!"

The mood of the officers at the brigade headquarters also went from the highest point to the lowest point. The reversal of the battle in the sky really caught them off guard.

Many Japanese soldiers had no idea of ​​continuing to attack or fight. They were all worried about the compatriot who fell into the position of the Chinese soldiers.

Takahashi Taga and others naturally understood that the pilot was probably not dead, but they could not even attack the two hills in front of them, and it was impossible to rescue the pilot in trouble.

The Japanese troops who attacked the mountain slowly retreated to the road. The day's battle should be considered over at this point.

The soldiers in the group on the battlefield also looked preoccupied. They were repairing the fortifications while looking to the rear.

The Japanese pilots were so arrogant these days, they made countless humiliating moves against the soldiers on the ground.

Today, they finally got sanctions for their arrogance.

The splendid fireworks in the sky made everyone let out a fierce breath. Everyone was now thinking about the fighter jet flying behind and whether the lawless pilot was still alive.

For a pilot to be able to capture the hearts of soldiers from both opposing armies, it can be considered a considerable achievement for him.

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"Hurry up, hurry up..."

Wang Laohu took the lead and rushed to the front. He kept urging the soldiers behind him to follow.

Broken branches and plane wreckage were everywhere in the woods, some of which were still smoking.

The soldiers ran and jumped quickly among them, bypassing countless broken branches, and finally came to the largest wreckage.

The cockpit of the airplane stuck on the big tree was shaking constantly. Wang Laohu looked up and saw the squirming figure in it.

"The little devil is still alive!" he said to everyone very excitedly.

Even though there were two warriors who were good at climbing trees, they climbed up the big tree using their hands and feet.

The cockpit was stuck on a tree branch more than 10 meters above the ground, and it was stuck very tightly under the action of inertial force.

The Japanese pilot in the cockpit was covered in blood. If his body wasn't still squirming, I wouldn't have believed he was a living person.

"Bang bang bang..."

The pilot used one hand to grab the outer shell of the plane and tried to climb out, but his lower body seemed to be stuck by something. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out.

"Baga!"

Seeing two Chinese soldiers with smiling faces appearing in front of them, the Japanese pilot glared with bleeding eyes and cursed. However, he was injured and his strength was exhausted. This curse was really ineffective.

'Can't be captured by the Chinese!'

Seeing that the soldiers from the two independent brigades had reached out to pull him, the Japanese pilot thought in his heart.

The unscrupulous humiliation before became the heaviest psychological burden after the disaster. The warriors of the Japanese Empire could not be humiliated.

At that moment, he banged his head against the broken glass of the cockpit, hoping to end his life before being captured alive.

But how could the two soldiers from the guard camp let him get his wish? The soldiers stopped him on the left and right.

"ah!!!"

The Japanese pilot kept struggling, his strength getting weaker and weaker.

Because they were on a tree trunk, the two soldiers were unable to fully exert all their strength. After several attempts, they still could not pull the pilot out of the wreckage.

"Batalion Commander, the little devil seems to be stuck on something and can't be pulled out!"

Before Xiaodouzi could say anything, Wang Laohu said carelessly:

"Are you two idiots? Just kick them down!"

"No!" Xiaodouzi hurriedly stopped him. The brigade commander wanted to live.

"It's so high, you might fall to death if you kick it down!"

Wang Laohu couldn't wait any longer,

"Afraid of a ball, this kid is really lucky. He fell from the sky and didn't die. Such a small height is nothing?"

"Listen to me and just kick him. If he dies, I will be responsible for it."

The strength of the two soldiers was almost exhausted. They listened to Wang Laohu's words and began to kick the wreckage of the plane.

Once, twice, three times...

The machine stuck on the tree trunk began to move slowly, and after dozens of kicks, it fell from the tree with a bang.

The Japs pilot, who was already scarred, was even worse. He was dizzy after being thrown down, and all the joints in his body seemed to be dislocated.

In such a physical condition, he naturally had no intention of resisting.

Xiaodouzi and the soldiers hurriedly gathered around him. Seeing that the little devil's chest was still heaving, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hurry, hurry, carry him to the hospital, we can't let him die!" Xiaodouzi said urgently.

The soldiers pulled out the Japanese pilot in three strokes, and then four or five people held his body up and rushed to the hospital with cheers. The scene was even more lively than when the groom was tormenting the groom at a wedding.

When I met other brothers from the Independent Brigade along the way, everyone would join in the cheers, and for a while the laughter and laughter echoed throughout the mountain.

Sun Bangguo's hospital is located not far from the Jiangdong headquarters, and the wounded on the front lines these days are also sent here for treatment.

The last time I came to Shanxi with Ding Beifeng, some of the city's personnel were professional medical staff, and with the addition of Japanese doctors captured in previous battles, the entire hospital had much more manpower than before.

Sun Bangguo had already taken care of all the wounded on hand. When he saw the soldiers from the guard battalion carrying a man in with a cheer, he thought it was the chief officer of the independent brigade who was injured, so he hurried out to greet him.

"Who is injured?" he asked worriedly.

The soldiers carried the Japanese pilot directly into the operating room. Xiaodouzi said to Sun Bangguo:

"It's a Japanese pilot. The brigade commander wants to survive. Doctor Sun, please take a look!"

Sun Bangguo first breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned. How could the guard camp even catch the Japanese pilot?

Although he was thinking about something in his mind, the movements of his hands did not stop at all. After checking, he said to Xiaodouzi:

"This man can't die! Although there is a lot of blood on his head and face, they are all superficial injuries. One arm is dislocated, one leg is broken, and there should be two or three broken ribs. They are not fatal. Don't worry!"

A childish smile appeared on Xiaodouzi's face,

"Then leave this place to Dr. Sun. I'll go back and report to the brigade commander first!"

Before he left, he left behind three more soldiers to prevent the Japanese pilots from committing suicide or escaping.

After getting the news that the little devil Feixue would not die, Jiang Dong felt much better. He said to Li Zhaoying:

"Tell the soldiers on the battlefield this news. After the pilot's injury stabilizes, I will let the soldiers vent their anger!"

"yes!"

One of the brigade commander's catchphrases was the utilization of waste. After many encounters, Li Zhaoying roughly understood what the so-called waste was.

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"Whoa!"

"ah!!"

"Ha ha……"

"Little devil, please come again, grandma!"

After receiving the news that the pilot had been captured alive, bursts of cheers erupted on the battlefield.

These days, many comrades-in-arms have died in bombings and strafing attacks by Japanese aircraft. Soldiers have visited the female relatives of Japanese pilots countless times.

At this moment, when they heard that the Japanese who were showing off their power above them had become prisoners, the fatigue and frustration in the hearts of the soldiers were swept away.

Many people laughed and cried, muttering something to themselves!

Liu Dagui had already collected the bodies of his fallen comrades.

Sacrificing two people and shooting down two Japanese planes is already considered a great victory for you.

But how can we not be saddened by the sacrifice of our comrades?

Listening to the cheers of the infantry brothers, Liu Dagui led his soldiers to salute the dead brothers.

"Did you hear that? The little Japanese pilot was captured alive. You go first, and I will bring my brothers down to accompany you soon!"

There were no tears in the eyes of the brothers in the artillery camp. They knew that sooner or later they would be sent away one day, and all they wanted was that the sacrifice would be worthwhile.

The remains of the fallen brothers will be transported to Shanxi City by the logistics team. After this battle is over, Jiangdong will choose a place to build a martyrs cemetery and a martyrs' temple in Shanxi City.

Let the brothers who sacrificed their lives for the country always be respected by the people, so that they can enjoy the incense of China in its prosperous age.

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To be continued...