By the time the cavalry and the 2000 Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army had wiped out all the earthy yellow figures that could still move within a radius of nearly ten miles, the two Japanese brigades on the left and right flanks, abandoning machine guns, abandoning baggage, and abandoning all those that could be abandoned, had run out of nearly five miles and entered the edge of the mountain.

Not to mention that the Chinese were surprised by the speed of the Japanese army, I am afraid that even the Japanese army itself was surprised, after drinking wild vegetable soup for three days, their results in this armed cross-country were actually a quarter higher than when they usually trained after drinking and eating.

Human potential is truly limitless.

Especially under the shadow of death.

Although nearly 2,000 Japanese troops still ran, there was thunderous cheer on the positions where only those who were qualified to stand in cheesecloth peasant clothes.

Countless people yelled at the sky, venting their extremely complex emotions with wild shouts.

Is it joy? Or is it sadness? Or fear? Or relax? I'm afraid no one can give them a precise definition, including themselves.

After all, all of them, a week ago, were little more than peasants with hoes and firewood knives.

Now he has to carry a gun, meet the enemy's bullets with his chest, watch his relatives and friends fall one by one, and watch the enemy's flesh and blood fly in front of him.

It's true, it's a little too cruel.

However, only cruelty can make people stronger.

Because, if they are not strong, there will be more cruel things waiting for them.

Mi Jiayu 115 people told all Chinese with facts that in this war, those who were defeated, gained more than just being robbed and humiliated.

Of course, more should be joy!

After such a brutal battle, they are still alive. To be alive is enough to make everyone's hearts happy, including the cavalry that had been disciplined and hardened in mind until now.

All the cavalrymen raised their blood-stained sabers above their heads and chanted.

They, not only alive, they, but also created a miracle in the history of world wars.

A cavalry army that had been driven like a lost dog, a pure peasant army, no more than 5,000 in total, a rabble in the eyes of all military strategists, had defeated a regular army, a division that they themselves praised as one of the eighteen permanent divisions of the Imperial Japanese Army.

It has to be a miracle.

"Haha, Brother Liu, I have to say, until this moment, I was still wondering if I was crazy enough to agree to your crazy idea." Deng Wen, who jumped off the horse, strode up to Liu Lang and laughed.

"But, Commander Deng, don't you think that not only are we crazy, but the Japanese are also crazy?" Liu Lang blinked, baring his teeth in amusement.

"The Japanese are really crazy. If you provoke such a crazy Chinese, I'm afraid everyone will go crazy! Deng Wen shook his head and sighed.

"No, Captain Deng, you're not entirely right." Liu Lang also shook his head.

"Oh? Deng listened attentively. ”

"The Japanese will be crazy, not because I Liu Lang is crazy alone, and when one day, when they see 40,000 "crazy" Chinese, the whole of Japan will tremble because of this madness. Just like today, it is just the result of the madness of 5,000 Chinese, but the price they pay is that nearly 10,000 Japanese invaders no longer know what kind of emotion it is to go crazy. Liu Lang said.

"Haha, brother, you are the most demagogic commander I have ever seen, I have to stay away from you in the future, this kind of madness, it is better to come less." Deng Wen smiled dumbly.

Although he said so, Deng Wen knew that Liu Lang's words really moved him. Even if time goes back, even if the tide of battle is reversed, I'm afraid, he will still accompany him, so crazy once.

The reason is simple, they are all, Chinese.

As Liu Lang said, a united China, not to mention collective madness, is enough to scare the fishermen in a small place like the Japanese to fish for their mussel shells.

"Brother, we have to clean up the battlefield as soon as possible, the main force of the Japanese army returning from Chengde is only one hundred and twenty miles away from here, if you march in a hurry, you can arrive in a day and night, how are you going to deal with the thousands of wounded Japanese?" Deng Wen changed his words and asked Liu Langdao.

Liu Lang glanced at a certain army commander who was still handsome and bloody, and scolded in his heart: Old fox, this is a hot potato.

Everyone knows that thousands of wounded Japanese soldiers want to take them away? That's impossible. Slaughtered? A single charge of killing a prisoner can make the politicians in the West, who talk about democracy all day long, put pressure on the Chinese government. He is a small colonel and regimental commander, and he cannot withstand the verbal criticism of the so-called "liberal democracy" fighters.

However, Liu Lang really had to take over this hot potato.

Don't look at Deng Wen is the commander of the army who was personally ordered by Ma Zhanshan, chairman of Heilongjiang Province, but the Northeast Volunteer Army now exists in name only, and under the leadership of Comrade Lao Ma, most of the remnants have retreated to the territory of the Red Polar Bear, and it can be said that this army has disappeared from the sequence of the Chinese army.

In other words, Commander Deng, who is almost a straggler, is a phoenix who has fallen into the grass at this time, and he is not as convincing as the colonel of the Second Division of the Central Army.

What's more, this battle was also fought under the auspices of his Liu Lang.

"If time permits, I will take these wounded on the road." Liu Lang rubbed his forehead in distress.

"Oh? But time really doesn't allow it. Deng Wen looked like you pretending to be and pretending, and looked for the steps for Liu Lang very seriously.

This is true, but we must not kill prisoners on such a large scale, because we are not brutal Japanese, and the Chinese, who have a splendid culture of 5,000 years, must not do that "beast" act. So be it! After we retreated, in the name of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army, we used the captured Japanese radio station to send a telegram to the Japanese invaders, saying that in the spirit of humanitarianism, thousands of seriously wounded Japanese soldiers should have been actively treated, but because our army also lacked medical treatment and could not take proper care of them, our army would let them return to the army freely. In view of the fact that the cold weather in the north of the hot river is still heavy, I ask His Excellency Lieutenant General Masaemon Sakamoto of the 6th Division to come day and night to receive it, because if it is too late, there may be an incident that will be regrettable to both sides. Liu Lang looked upright.

Deng Wen was speechless.

No matter where you look at it, it doesn't look like a humanitarian, right? You must know that the cavalry under his command and the peasant brothers, under his orders, none of his subordinates are alive, as long as the nose is still bubbling white, they will be tested by bayonets to see if they are still sharp.

Now on the entire battlefield, the Japanese soldiers who can still breathe are probably the seriously wounded Japanese soldiers lying in the field hospital camp with the Red Cross flag.

What doctors and nurses have either escaped or become ghosts under sabers and bayonets.

However, in the end, Deng Wen finally knew why Liu deliberately added the sentence of lack of medical treatment.

The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army is really short of clothes! Not only bedding and tents, but also clothes.

In April in the north, not to mention wearing a padded jacket at night, during the day, you can't just say that you can wear a shirt to keep out the cold.

What's more, most of the peasant soldiers said that they hadn't worn their shirts yet!