"Listen to me first. The ones fighting the Japs right now include the Jinsui Army, the direct descendants of the Bald Heads, the Northeastern Army, and our Northwest Army. Even though there are heroes from all walks of life gathered together, it's hard to describe them all in one sentence!" Dianhou!

He let out a long sigh, then groped around on his body, but his interest waned again.

"What's wrong? Are you addicted to cigarettes?"

Dianhou smiled helplessly: "The food can hardly be delivered to the battlefield, and smoke is more valuable than artillery shells. I am not boasting. In the past few days of fighting, only the bald direct lineage has fought with our Northwest Army in an orderly manner. The Northeast Army

Those brats were all born to Little Mother Rabbit, and the reinforcements from the direct line were used to fill holes for them, which cost the principal a lot of money, and just like that... they were even squeezed out by the Jinsui Army and the Northeastern Army!"

Speaking of this, Dianhou couldn't help but curse, it was more like he was apologizing for himself and his brothers who were still fighting desperately against the Japanese army on the front line!

"I have a fellow who works as a staff officer at the regiment headquarters. He heard some rumors that the second division of the direct line originally had less than 3,000 troops left. It was originally planned to be transferred to the rear for rest. This happened three days ago. Suddenly, something happened

After receiving the order, General Zheng led a force of 2,000 men and marched overnight back to the front line. My fellow villager said that there were 5,000 Japanese troops in front of them." Dianhou cursed and continued.

From Dianhou's words, Zhao Zhiguo sensed the current crisis of the Chinese troops. The Chinese troops, who had marched in a hurry overnight, were already at the end of their strength. He did not dare to think about the consequences if they blocked the Japanese invaders, whose strength was twice his own, for three days and three nights.

"It's not that we don't have reinforcements, there are no troops nearby to send."

Not only is their position in danger, but the entire defense line is also in danger.

"Hey, what happened in this battle..." Dianhou wanted to say something dirty again.

"If you want to find food, try to find as much as possible, preferably enough for us to eat for two or three days." Zhao Zhiguo was worried.

Dianhou nodded. He was no less worried than Zhao Zhiguo. Once the position was occupied by the Japanese army, their troops would face a complete collapse, a huge rout that Zhao Zhiguo had never seen before.

Although the battle was fierce and the Chinese troops suffered heavy casualties, most of the positions were still under the control of the Chinese troops.

Night fell quietly, and the high command was still planning how to solve the situation at hand. In addition to the eagerly awaited reinforcements, in the past few nights, they also sent troops to surprise the Japanese rear many times and achieved good results.

Effect.

But today they were powerless. In addition to their own casualties, something happened that caught everyone off guard.

"The Northeastern Army on our flank has withdrawn."

In the regimental headquarters, a lieutenant colonel with an angular face and a messy beard sat under the lantern, looking at the map with his head lowered, holding half a cigarette in his hand that he had not yet had time to light.

Standing in front of him were only seven company commanders left in the regiment, including the newly promoted commanders.

The lieutenant colonel raised his head and glanced at them, his eyes were tired and bloodshot: "There are fifteen company commanders in the whole regiment, and there are seven left. Yes, the little devil is fierce, but he didn't kill me."

Three of the seven company commanders were promoted from platoon commander to company commander, including Zhao Ziming.

"Commander, since they have all run away, let's withdraw as well. Our total strength is less than one platoon." A company commander said in an urgent voice.

"Withdraw?" the regiment leader put the cigarette in his hand on the table, "Are the dignified men of the Northwest Army also going to do such a shameless thing?"

Why didn't the lieutenant colonel want to retreat? He knew better than everyone present how hard the fighting had been in the past three days, what the casualties of his regiment were, and how long the troops could hold out. However, despite the death order from above, he had to do it no matter what.

Keep at it.

"Captain, do we have any reinforcements?" Zhao Ziming, like the soldiers on the battlefield, has been looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements.

"Tomorrow, we will hold on for another day." The lieutenant colonel lowered his head, not daring to look at the company commanders under his command.

The troops on the position might not be able to withstand a Japanese charge, not to mention that the troops on the flanks suddenly withdrew without orders. How could they still hold on for a day?

Several company commanders were even more silent. They felt heavy. Perhaps tonight was the last night of their lives.

"Have a good rest tonight. There is no need to arrange sentries." The headquarters was quiet for a moment, and the regiment leader continued to arrange things for tonight. "After dawn tomorrow, you all will be smarter for me. Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhao Zhiming was confused. He didn't understand what the group leader meant, and he couldn't ask. He could only follow the others and vaguely agree.

It doesn't matter whether there are soldiers standing guard on the position at night. The Chinese army does not have enough soldiers to defend the entire front. There are loopholes everywhere. As long as the little devil wants to touch them, they can find them at any time.

The breeze was blowing softly, and Zhao Zhiguo looked at the steamed bun in his hand, feeling bitter in his heart that he couldn't express.

"That's it?" Zhao Zhiguo held the steamed bun in his hand, which was harder than the stone under his butt.

"It took me a lot of effort to find this." Dianhou chewed it for a long time and still couldn't swallow it. What came out of his mouth was sorghum noodles.

During training in the army, although Zhao Zhiguo and the others had eaten all kinds of weird food, they had never chewed on rocks. He imitated Dian Hou and bit it down. He chewed it in his mouth for a long time before swallowing it with difficulty.

When I went down a little, I still had throat problems.

It can be seen that the Chinese army has difficulties in logistical supplies. How can soldiers eating this kind of food be able to compete with the little devils who eat fine grains every day?

After mixing it with water and gnawing for a long time, Zhao Zhiguo managed to eat one. Thinking of the little devils opposite who were enjoying spicy food around the bonfire, Zhao Zhiguo was furious.

But there's nothing we can do about it. We're both human beings, but the gap is so big!

"Hurry up and eat your fill, and come with me to get something good later."

If they really have to evacuate tomorrow, they don't just have to prepare some food. The little devil is not a good man, and he will definitely bite them. If he doesn't have something to beat the dog, if he is bitten by the dog, he will die.

"What good stuff?" Dianhou wiped his mouth, holding the remaining half-drawn steamed bun in his hand, looking at Zhao Zhiguo expectantly.

Zhao Zhiguo just smiled at him and did not tell Dianhou what to do: "Have a good rest, who knows which one will come first, the accident or tomorrow."

Which one comes first, the accident or tomorrow? The little devils at this time are not idle. It can be judged from the daytime attack that there are not many troops on the Chinese army's position. The little devil commanders in other directions also know that the night will weaken their advantage.

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However, the little Japanese commander in front of Zhao Zhiguo was not a peaceful person. He beat the children on a rainy day and was idle. So the little Japanese officer selected 80 elite soldiers and decided to attack the Chinese army's positions at night and lead the troops.
Chapter completed!