The devil soldiers were like wild dogs smelling blood, chasing after Zhang Liechen and his party who had lost the battle.

These devil soldiers are all elite drawn from the combat troops, although the number is small, but they are strong, in groups of three or five, they are really arrogant.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed through the fields in the countryside, and the guerrilla officers and soldiers who had run out of bullets ran and fell to the muddy fields with blood splattering their bodies.

The devil's combat team quickly caught up with them, stabbed the wounded guerrilla officers and soldiers who fell to the ground, and the white knives went in and the red knives came out, constantly slaughtering the guerrilla officers and soldiers who scattered and fled for their lives in panic.

"Haha, these people are really too weak."

There was a devil soldier Cao who wiped the blood from the bayonet on the bodies of the dead guerrilla officers and soldiers, and his face was full of disdain.

"Anyone who opposes our Imperial Japanese Army will not end well!"

A devil pointed a gun at a guerrilla officer and soldier who was fleeing in the distance, and pulled the trigger as he spoke.

"Poof!"

The dull sound of bullets piercing through flesh sounded, and the running guerrilla officers and soldiers stumbled, and after running a few steps, they fell straight down.

These groups of devils did not seem to be pursuing, but playing, and they calmly shot and killed the guerrilla officers and soldiers who fled for their lives.

The composition of these officers and men belonging to the third detachment of the guerrilla column was complex, including regular army soldiers stranded behind enemy lines and members of the original local security regiment......

They were originally mixed into guerrilla detachments, and on weekdays, they were fine, and they were able to exert some strength under the command of their commanders.

But at this moment, the defeat is like a mountain, the sacrifices of the commanders, the scattered, the captured captured, they are like headless flies, where is there still the slightest courage to turn back and fight, and there is only one thing left to flee for their lives.

They are a microcosm of the troops sent by Chongqing to fight guerrillas behind enemy lines, and they are accustomed to frontal combat, and even behind enemy lines, they still hold on to county towns and towns, and fight to the death against devils.

In the face of the devil's troops, which had absolute superiority, these guerrilla officers and men who were guarding the towns behind the enemy line would naturally be broken by each one, so that the nearly one million Chinese officers and soldiers sent behind the enemy line were exhausted in just a few years.

If they lie on the frontal battlefield, it is okay for them to fight for an inch of land with the devils, after all, there are many troops fighting together, and there is a unified command system and logistics system.

However, in the occupied areas behind enemy lines, they were scattered in various towns and towns, and county seats, and they were still fighting positional warfare, and without support, they would inevitably fail to escape.

At present, the Chinese army has several group army units behind enemy lines, and every action has to be carried out by a whole regiment and battalion; although there are many people and strength, as far as guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines is concerned, the Chinese officers and men sent behind enemy lines have not yet adapted themselves to real guerrilla warfare.

The pursuing troops of the devil and the puppet army pursued all over the mountains, while the disgraced Zhang Liechen fled for their lives in a hurry.

"Catch up! I want it alive or dead! ”

The commander of the puppet army battalion, Zhang Lezi, was so tired that he was out of breath, but at this moment the guerrillas had failed, and he still had scruples there, and the puppet army pursued him was more fierce than the devil.

Most of these puppet soldiers are local idle ruffians and bullies, and those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, how can they let go of this good opportunity to make meritorious contributions at this moment.

Zhang Liechen, the acting head of the 3rd guerrilla detachment, had a bullet piercing his calf, blood had soaked through his pants, and he was carried on his back, and under the cover of a group of officers and soldiers, he fled for his life in a panic.

The gunshots behind them kept coming, but fortunately they were familiar with the local terrain and ran out for more than ten miles, and with the help of the cover of the reeds, they got rid of the pursuers.

They had not stopped since they broke through from Qinghe Town, their legs were as heavy as lead, and they saw that the gunfire was far away, so they found a forest to stop and rest.

Although the pursuers who got rid of it broke through alive, the third guerrilla detachment, which counted nearly 1,000 people, had less than 200 people left in just a few hours, and the rest were unknown in their lives and deaths.

And these people who broke through were also covered in mud and gunsmoke, bloodstained and looked quite embarrassed, paralyzed on the ground, where was there still half a point of combat effectiveness.

The Third Guerrilla Detachment, which was originally strong and strong, became this miserable appearance at this moment, and Zhang Liechen was also like ashes, losing the stronghold of Qinghe Town, and the losses were so heavy, so it was strange how he faced the commander of the Ninth Guerrilla Column and not been shot.

These guerrilla detachments have divided their own guerrilla areas, and if they want him to defect to the friendly detachment, he will not be able to save face, and even if he goes, he will be regarded as sending people under the fence, and he will not be reconciled.

Zhang Liechen, who was still in high spirits a few hours ago, suddenly discovered at this moment that behind the huge enemy line, there was no place for himself.

"Sir, what are we going to do?"

Now the fight is so miserable, not only is the ammunition run out, but because of the urgency of the breakthrough, they have nothing to bring, and at the moment they are hungry and tired, and the scarred officers and soldiers are extremely confused.

Zhang Liechen doesn't know where to go now, the soldiers are gone, the town is lost, and he doesn't dare to go to the chief.

"Either we surrender or we surrender......"

Seeing Zhang Liechen, who was hesitant, a platoon commander made such a suggestion in frustration.

After all, people have to eat and drink, and now that they have been driven out of the town, they have no place to stand, and they will starve to death if they are not discovered by the devil puppet army who are wiped out.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

When the other platoon commander heard the proposal to surrender, he was furious and rushed over with a slap.

"We have a blood feud with the little devil, you don't know, you want to be a traitor, Lao Tzu won't kill you!"

The platoon commander with an angry face threw the platoon commander who made the suggestion to the ground, slammed it with a fist.

The platoon commander who made the suggestion naturally wouldn't be beaten in vain, and he also roared angrily: "Lao Tzu is also for the good of the brothers, and if you surrender, you can still find a way to live!" We have nowhere to go now, we can't starve to death here, and the wounded brothers will die if they have no medicine to heal them! ”

"Lao Tzu, no matter what reason you have, you can't be a traitor!"

The two bloodstained platoon commanders scuffled angrily, while the people around them were all drooping their heads, and they didn't even have the strength to persuade them to fight, they all looked at Zhang Liechen, waiting for him to make an idea.

"Enough! Stop it all! ”

Zhang Liechen's leg hurt so much that he grinned, and when he was upset, the people in the team were not united, which made him very angry.

Although he lost the battle, Zhang Liechen still had a trace of prestige after all, he snorted coldly, and the two people who were scuffling together were also separated from each other unconvinced.

"Although I, Zhang Liechen, am now down, I am Chinese, and even if I die, I will not be a dog for the devil!" If anyone dares to surrender again, don't blame Lao Tzu for turning his face and being ruthless! ”

Zhang Liechen spoke, and those who had these thoughts had to dispel the idea of surrendering, after all, they knew that Zhang Liechen had always said the same.

"Captain, where are we going next?"

Since they can't surrender, then the real question comes, and now that their nests are all gone, where to go has become a problem.

Zhang Liechen also frowned, and was stunned for a while and said, "Go to Xiaowangzhuang to settle down first, and then make plans."

The town can't go back, so you can only go to the countryside to avoid the edge of the devil soldiers.