In the depths of the night, groups of guerrilla officers and men in tattered uniforms and bleeding withdrew from the battle with gray and black faces, and behind them was a ruined battlefield with flames flickering.

"it! What a bad fight this is fighting! ”

Liu Jinhu, the leader of the first guerrilla detachment, looked at the brothers on the stretcher whose flesh and blood were blurred and whose life and death were unknown, and angrily kicked a wooden bucket of water out of the distance.

The officers and men of the guerrillas who had withdrawn no longer had the vigor they had before, and their smoky, blackened faces were full of frustration, as if they had lost their souls.

The devil's firepower was fierce, and a large number of light and heavy machine guns swept away a large area of the charging guerrilla officers and soldiers, and the corpses on the ground were strewn all over the field, and blood filled the ditch.

Although the guerrillas appeared to be outnumbered, they were behind enemy lines with insufficient weapons and ammunition, and most of them were still holding large blades in their hands, and they were beaten to the ground before they could rush to the front.

Although the guerrillas were besieging on all sides, the devils' positions stood in front of them like an impregnable wall, standing still and unmoving.

The officers and men of each detachment suffered heavy losses, and the wounded who were missing arms and legs from the explosion were wailing bitterly, adding a bit of a miserable atmosphere to the wilderness of the night out of thin air.

"Sir Liu, the commander asked you to come over." A herald found Liu Jinhu in the team and pointed to the tent in the center of the camp.

Liu Jinhu asked his brothers to go back to the camp to rest and recuperate their wounds, and he scolded and walked towards the column commander's tent.

When Liu Jinhu arrived at the tent, under the dim light, the rest of the detachment leaders were almost gone.

The detachment leaders were all dejected and unsightly, and some of them had their heads wrapped in the same as zongzi, wrapped in oozing gauze, and they seemed to be injured.

Liu Jinhu found an ammunition box and sat down, and after waiting for a while, the pale-faced column commander opened the tent and walked in.

The detachment commanders all got up one after another and saluted the commander of the column, who pressed down with his hands and motioned for them to sit down.

"Shi Zhentian! Stand up for Lao Tzu! ”

The commander of the column had a black face, had lost the battle, and was in a bad mood, he looked around the detachment leaders with cold eyes, pointed at a detachment leader with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and roared.

Shi Zhentian was the head of the Seventh Guerrilla Detachment, and his clothes were blown up to the point that only strips of rags remained.

"Come on, pull him down and kill Lao Tzu!" The guerrilla commander looked at Shi Zhentian's face full of anger,

A few wolf-like guards of the headquarters opened their tents and broke in, and they were about to go out with the commander of the 7th guerrilla detachment.

"Commander, commander, spare my life, I've been with you for two years......" Shi Zhentian was stopped by the burly guards, and immediately panicked, and hurriedly shouted for mercy.

However, the guerrilla commander turned a deaf ear to Shi Zhentian's plea for mercy, and the rest of the detachment leaders in the tent were silent in the face of the black-faced guerrilla commander.

"Commander, Captain Shi has no merit and hard work, it's better to ...... this time" There is a detachment leader who is familiar with Shi Zhentian, and he really can't bear to be killed like this, so he wants to intercede.

"It's not a pity to retreat without an order!" The guerrilla commander was furious at the moment, and he could not listen to it and dissuade him.

"Whoever dares to persuade again will be punished for the same crime!"

In the face of the angry guerrilla commander, everyone felt sorry for the commander of the seventh guerrilla detachment, who let him take the lead in retreating at this juncture.

Soon, a dull sound of gunfire was heard outside, and the shouting of the commander of the 7th guerrilla detachment came to an abrupt end.

"Report, military law has been enforced."

Soon a guard opened the tent and came in to give a report, and the guerrilla commander waved his hand to let the guards out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's not that I'm ruthless and disregard for brotherhood, but that Shi Zhentian flouted military law and retreated without authorization, resulting in a failure in the attack, which he brought on himself!"

Although the guerrilla commander was full of righteous indignation, the detachment commanders were just like Ming Jinger in their hearts, and Shi Zhentian was just a scapegoat for the failure of the attack, and he could only be blamed for his bad luck.

The little devils were well-fortified and well-armed, while their guerrilla detachment fought each other with broken copper and iron and flesh and blood, and although the brothers were heroic, defeat was expected.

They attacked the devils of Huaiyin with great momentum, but they didn't expect that now they hit their heads and broke their blood, and many people have begun to retreat in their hearts.

If they all continue to fight like tonight, it won't take a day for them to have to fight for all the money they have saved, which they don't want to do.

But the guerrilla commander didn't think so, he always thought that the devils in Huaiyin City were scarce, and as long as they launched another onslaught, the victory would eventually be theirs.

As long as their Ninth Guerrilla Column recovered Huaiyin, he, the commander of the guerrilla column, would naturally take the first credit.

"Now everyone go back to rest and replenish ammunition, and then concentrate on attacking the south gate after dawn, this time we must completely eliminate the devil!"

The siege on all sides failed, and the guerrilla commander felt that the forces were too scattered, so he adjusted his offensive tactics in time and prepared to concentrate his forces to break through.

"Commander, the little devil's firepower is strong, and if we attack so strongly, we will be sent to death."

Liu Jinhu, the leader of the first team, had just come down from the battlefield and saw groups of brothers falling under the guns of the devils, so he was naturally unwilling to do such a brutal act again.

"Yes, Commander, without heavy weapons suppression, the brothers will not be able to rush forward." The detachment leaders all echoed one after another.

The guerrilla commander's face sank, and he glared at the detachment leaders and said: "The bullshit devils have strong firepower, I think you are afraid of war and death!" As a Chinese soldier, I am ashamed of you! ”

"Commander, I, Liu Jinhu, have died a few times ago, but I just don't want the brothers to die in vain!" Liu Jinhu also got angry and went back.

"Liu Jinhu, am I the commander or are you the commander, carry out the order, otherwise Lao Tzu will remove you from your post now!"

The guerrilla commander faced the retort of his subordinates, slapped the ammunition box with an angry slap and roared.

"I'm quitting." Liu Jinhu was also angry in the face of the blind and brutal guerrilla commander, ripped off the hat on his head and threw it away, and turned around and walked out of the tent in a huff.

"It's been a dog day, Ma Ming, now I appoint you as the leader of the first team!"

In the face of the unruly Liu Jinhu, the guerrilla commander directly removed him from the post of detachment leader and let the second detachment leader concurrently serve as the second detachment leader.

"Yes! Thank you Commander for cultivating! ”

Ma Ming, the leader of the second team, stood up excitedly, and there were hundreds of people in the first team, so his strength had increased a lot out of thin air.

"Go back and prepare well, and attack again at dawn!" The guerrilla commander waved his hand and let the detachment commanders disperse.

When the Ninth Guerrilla Column was fighting because of its defeat, the headquarters of the Devil's Brigade in the city was filled with a relaxed atmosphere.

"The guerrillas of the Chinese army are really vulnerable, they were repulsed so quickly." There was a devil officer with a meaty face who smiled contemptuously.

Some people immediately answered: "Don't say it's a guerrilla, in front of the Imperial Japanese Army, any army will be reduced to powder!" ”

The guerrillas suffered heavy casualties in front of the stronghold trenches of the devils, and the devils easily consumed a large amount of the guerrillas' living force, which made them excited.

Yamaguchi Akamatsu, the captain of the devil's brigade, was as steady as Mount Tai, and he had expected this outcome, which in itself was just a trap he had set for the guerrillas.

"Captain, when are we going to close the siege and destroy the guerrillas outside the city?" An officer asked Captain Akamatsu Yamaguchi, who had a grim face.

All the officers turned their eyes to Yamaguchi Akamatsu, waiting for an answer.

"At five o'clock in the morning, the encirclement attack was launched on time." Yamaguchi Akamatsu stroked the glittering sword, his vicious gaze radiating with a striking essence.

"Hey!"

The devil officers all became excited, and under the light, their well-nourished faces were glowing with oil.