Looking at the smoke columns constantly coming out from the hill ahead, and hearing the muffled sound of Su-style guns intermittently, Ma Qian'an felt that he was approaching the 7th Squadron. They should be on the mountain in front of him, but why were there no Japanese attacks in the back mountain?

Ma Qian'an has now been delayed to the command position. As a commander, he must not only be brave enough to fight but also shoulder great responsibilities. For now, the fate of nearly 20 warriors is in the hands of Ma Qian'an, and one careless will ruin these living lives.

He knew that although he caught the Japanese off guard and won the first victory, he also knew that according to the collected information, the enemies he faced in this area, in addition to the Jisong Regiment, which had been hit by the Anti-Japanese United Army, also had the Xiaogu Battalion, who was chasing him, who had been killed and withdrawn from the battle. The remaining ones were at least 17 Japanese who could fight.

If the commander's judgment is wrong, the hope for victory will become slim. At this time, the soldiers who fight bloodyly can only turn the tide, but the consequences can be predicted, and huge sacrifices will be inevitable.

"Communication officer, call Seventh Squadron again!" Ma Qian'an ordered the communicator to call Seventh Squadron again. The communicator obeyed the order and shouted twice on the walkie-talkie: "Hu Qi, Hu Qi, I am Hu Yao, I am Hu Yao, please reply when you hear me!"

Without replying, the correspondent spread his hands with regret.

When Ma Qian'an led his team to the foot of the back mountain, the seventh squadron was fighting fiercely.

The soil work training of the Anti-Japanese United Army is excellent. As long as they have time, they will continue to dig up their hiding places. During the battle gap, they even cut thicker pine wood to build it on the Tibetan soldiers' cave. This excellent style makes the Japanese discount. Whether it is grenades or grenade launchers reach the vicinity of the battle position, as long as they don't fall into the fox pit, the basically anti-destruction of the Anti-Japanese United Army will not cause much damage. Only those who move around to support other battle positions will be somewhat dangerous.

Su Jigui ran to a pit to replace a soldier who had just been shot. While running, Su Jigui was injured again under the bombardment of the Japanese grenade launcher, and several shrapnel were inserted into his back.

With a loud bang, Su Jigui fell into the pit, and a scorching pain came from his back. He gritted his teeth and joked at the injured soldier in the pit: "Xiao Wei, don't pretend to be dead. If you can move, pull out the shrapnel on my back."

The soldier who called Xiao Wei's mouth twitched twice, tilted his head and sacrificed his sacrifice. Before his death, he specially squeezed out a smile on his lips in order to respond to Su Jigui's joke.

Alas! Su Jigui sighed. He didn't care about the injuries on his back and started fighting again.

The Japanese attack was far less powerful than the last time. Most of the dozens of groups were lying behind hidden objects, moving slowly, losing the sharp spirit at the beginning, but despite this, the attack did not stop, and the seventh squadron had less and less ammunition.

After a while of fighting, someone reacted and shouted loudly to remind Su Jigui to pay attention, "Captain, the Japanese are playing tricks. They are consuming our ammunition, don't be fooled!"

Although the automatic weapons are powerful, they are implemented when ammunition is sufficient. The submachine guns and machine guns are simply tigers that eat bullets. Now the ammunition boxes on the seventh squadron's carriage are empty, and the rockets have long been exhausted. Each soldier has only dozens of bullets he carries with him.

Hearing the reminder, Su Jiguire's mind calmed down and patted his head in annoyance, "Oh my god, this Japanese devil is really not beaten up by anyone, and he can use this damage move. If I am not careful, I will just use a string of bullets. The ammunition is consumed too much, and I have to fight with myself if I shoot bullets. The Japanese devils are just waiting for this time!"

"Yes! Save ammunition! Save ammunition!" Su Jigui shouted to the left and right, and gave the soldier a smile on his face.

Looking at the position where the blue smoke was everywhere, Su Jigui glanced at the sun in the west again, thinking about the idea of ​​diverging when it was dark. It has been almost ten hours since he started to block the Japanese brigade since dawn. I guess the brigade has gone very far. It is time to choose to break through. He cannot ruin all these soldiers here.

It seemed like I heard the commander's roar before the breakdown was broken. What was it? I really didn't hear it clearly. At that time, my ears were buzzing. Should Commander Ma ask me to persist or to retreat? Su Jigui recalled in an extremely "painful" way, and he couldn't remember it. He wanted to ask someone but couldn't find it. The correspondent was killed shortly after that call.

Fierce gunfire sounded from the back mountain. The back mountain was steeper, with a row of high stone ridges, only a few low places, easy to defend but difficult to attack. This is also the reason why the Japanese gave up the attack on the back mountain ridge. When they heard the gunshot, Su Jigui was shocked and quickly crawled towards the surveillance position of the back mountain. Before he could climb to the place, a soldier emerged from the ridge of the mountain ridge and shouted at him: "Captain, our people! Our people! They are here to save us!"

The shouting warrior deliberately shouted loudly, and could hear it clearly dozens of meters away. When the soldiers surviving this hillside heard this exciting news, they shouted at each other.

"Ao...!" The shouts instantly suppressed the gunshots, comrades! Brothers! We will never leave each other in such a dangerous battlefield. I am willing to die to save you. You are willing to die to save us. How can the friendship formed by blood not be crazy?

The search team sent by Ma Qian'an quickly contacted the Seventh Squadron on the ridge, and then conveyed Ma Qian'an's order through the walkie-phone they carried up: everyone retreat immediately, the Seventh Squadron went first, and the search team was cut off.

There were more than 30 people left in the Seventh Squadron. Before retreating, the Seventh Squadron threw out the dozens of grenades left, and exploded a piece of smoke on the hillside. With the cover of smoke, he carried the wounded and left the fox pit and almost crossed the ridgeline, and ran towards the area controlled by the Anti-Japanese United Nations in the back mountain.

Yoshisong and Xiaogu had already taken over the troops that had fled back. More than a hundred Japanese were throwing their helmets and armor, and they ran in an extremely embarrassed manner. They were basically lost. In order to run fast, some guys had already lost all their things such as belts and kettles.

What worries Xiaogu the most is that many of these people who have returned from a desperate situation began to cough up blood, which is not a good phenomenon. This is a lung injury. If there is no timely treatment, there is only a dead end. These people have completely lost their combat effectiveness.

Who is this Anti-Japanese United Army? Not only can you fight but also run. Look! What kind of person do you chase my people!

"Baga! Baga!" Xiaogu cursed two Bagas in a row, and was unsure of it. He didn't know whether to temporarily stop the attack or continue chasing, but he looked at the "contemplative" captain Jisong Regiment beside him.

Jisong's life was very difficult. He was criticized by his superiors over the past few days and had been uneasy. From early June to now, his troops have completed both road protection and bandit suppression tasks. If his superiors had not focused on the allocation of materials for the Soviet war and did not have enough troops to replace his regiment, he would probably have been in the military court now.

There are only 80 people left in the 15oo regiment. The rest are either killed or injured in the battle, or disappeared in this vast forest. The two chariots of military supplies were burned, and only dozens of horses were left. The Anti-Japanese Allied Forces swept away his military horses, and those who could not be taken away were "brutally" killed. No horses in the barracks were left for him. The Anti-Japanese Allied Forces killed him had military purposes, and the military horses were also weapons during wartime. Since they could not be used, they would be destroyed. But this was too inhumane! Jisong was so sad when he thought of those lively and strong Eastern war horses.

The remaining 8o people were dragged to death and exhausted, and there were already disharmonious voices. According to the report of the little spy he placed in it, some soldiers had begun to resent that he could not command and ruin their lives in vain. If they were to command and fight randomly, they would work hard in the face of the battle and not work hard.

Ji Song sighed deeply. After returning to Harbin, he would definitely be punished. It might be in jail or was worthy of being on the front line of China's inland China. I heard that there were always big wars there, and the crime would definitely be the first cannon fodder. But if you want to use these 8oo people to make your last try and eliminate the Anti-Japanese United Army active in Daqingshan, you might have a turnaround, but the premise is that your subordinates can still listen to you. It's hard! Ji Song shook his head again.

Xiaogu still has more than 6oo people, including more than 100 half-dead guys who just ran back. After taking over Jisong United as the main attacker, he lost two consecutive games and failed to attack Shantou. The two squadrons chasing the opponent's main force were beaten back by others. They were so unlucky!

"Your Excellency Colonel! Do you still want to attack?" Otani was the Grandpa. Although he was not affiliated with Yoshimoto, he still wanted it.

"Mr. Xiaogu, the soldiers are all very tired. I think that's all for today! Camp and chase them tomorrow." Jisong thought for a long time, gave up Ruizhi's idea and adopted a steady approach. Seeing Xiaogu's eyes that were a little confused, Jisong patiently explained to Xiaogu again: "Mr. Xiaogu, I think this Anti-Japanese Allied Forces is not a god. They can't fly away. After leaving this mountain, they lose their guard. Outside the mountain is our territory, so they can only wander around the mountains. I have a friend who has great experience in suppressing bandits and told me that you should not be anxious about the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, just follow their traces. We have food and ammunition supplements, but they don't. When they run out of their food, they will become a tired soldier, and it will be easy to fight at that time."

So? Xiaogu has no experience in suppressing bandits. After hearing what Ji Song said, he nodded. In fact, he didn't want to chase him like this again. His opponent was too strong and his soldiers also needed to adjust their psychology.

"Okay, let's camp!"

I hope that as Ji Song said, this Anti-Japanese Allied Forces will eventually run out of food and bullets and disintegrate, so I don’t have to risk huge casualties and have to fight for a temporary result.

On the other side of the mountain, Ma Qian'an responded to the remaining personnel of the 7th Squadron. He also learned that Su Jigui had not received his order to retreat, so he was not able to scold Su Jigui. He could only silently pat Su Jigui on the shoulder and praised him: "Good!"

The Japanese did not chase after them, so Ma Qian'an left a warning team and sent them a walkie-talkie, and ordered them to monitor the enemy's movements closely. They should retreat immediately whenever there was any situation. They were not allowed to exchange fire with the Japanese, and then led the troops to carry the wounded and began to retreat.

After more than ten days of battle, Ma Qian'an suffered a great loss. More than 100 cadres and soldiers were sacrificed in total, especially today, the squadron leader of the 7th Squadron was killed, and the soldiers died as much as 80. The most important thing is that he does not have too much ammunition. Although he can use the captured 38 guns and their ammunition, the firepower of that thing is too weak. If he fights with the Japanese today, he may not have any firepower advantage.

We must retreat to Zhang Guangcai Ridge as planned, which has a large territory and is easier to deal with than Daqing Mountain.

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