These men's ideas of home, country, and nation, women don't understand, ?anen ???.? ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅ?ｎ?`ｏ?ｒ?ｇ?

She hopes that her man can stay by her side in peace, and it doesn't matter if she watches her son grow up little by little, and he is a little tired and tired.

However, she also knew that men would not listen to her at all, so she could only choose to support her.

What else could she do?

"Big sister, there are guerrillas back from the next village!"

A neighbor's old lady with little feet trotted over and said in a low voice: "I'm going to go over and inquire about my old man, do you want to go together?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The woman said, and hurriedly carried the child and went out with her, and went to the next village.

The returning guerrillas all gathered in the home of an old single guerrilla named Lao You, both father and son were guerrillas, and the guerrillas in this area had a certain prestige in their hearts.

The women didn't like the father and son, because in their eyes, the father and son were just two singles, and if they joined the guerrillas, they would die, and they had nothing to lose, but they were different, their men had a family.

If the man dies, then the pillars of the house will collapse!

By the time the woman and the old lady with small feet arrived at You's house, You's house was already crowded.

Not only did the families of the guerrillas from all over the country come to inquire about the whereabouts of their fathers and sons, but there were also many guerrillas who were lucky enough to come back alive.

"Do you know anything about my old man? The one who usually holds a dry tobacco pouch, you guerrillas call him a smoker......"

"My son's name is Mule, do you know?"

"My man is ......"

The women inquired everywhere, and some of them cried when they got the specific news, and those who did not have the news were full of anxiety and relieved, after all, as long as they did not hear the news of death, there was still a little hope.

"After fighting all the way, no one knows what the specific situation is, but there are many people who have died, you go along the road to look for them, if you see them, maybe you can collect the corpses for them......"

There are humanitarians, while briefly talking about the route to block the devils all the way, they all know that if people don't come back, I'm afraid they won't be able to come back.

The guerrillas gathered in the house, there were dozens of them in the house, most of them were 38 rifles, looking at so many good guns, those guerrillas couldn't help but pant heavily, they could not dream of so many good equipment.

"The people and horses along the way are like fairies, and beating little devils is like chopping melons and vegetables, these equipment are all ...... they don't give us"

One of the guerrillas said with a smile of excitement, as if they were given not a firearm, but a large yellow croaker.

"Can't you, give us so many good guns?"

"Yes, this is a big cover, except for the devil on weekdays, I can't see it a few times......"

The guerrillas said, their mouths wide open and they could almost stuff a basket of duck eggs, after all, this kind of behavior of the other party is not much different from throwing the big yellow croaker into the sea.

"Hey, hey, the guns used by people are much better than the 38 big covers, and I can't look down on this gun!"

Lao You said triumphantly, and the several guerrillas who came back with him all remembered the appearance of Lao You when he tried out Na Guoxiong's semi-automatic rifle, and their envious saliva remained.

"A gun better than the three-eight big cover? What kind of gun is that? ”

The guerrillas who came from elsewhere asked, in their limited knowledge, Sanba Dagai may be the king of rifles, and they can't find a better rifle than this, but Lao You and the others don't say much at all, and everyone in a hurry is itching.

"That's right, there are two things to call everyone over!"

Lao You finally coughed lightly and said: "First, the casualties are too great, and there are many devils, and many sacrificed comrades-in-arms can't collect the corpses, so they can only mobilize the villagers and their families to collect the corpses along the way, otherwise it's not good to be gnawed by wolves in the mountains, and secondly, I'm wondering, can I develop another group of guerrillas, equip these weapons here and keep up......"

"Doesn't that hit? Although there are many people who are interested in joining the guerrillas, they have never fought, and if they encounter devils, they will die......"

The partisans were babbling.

"Listen to me!"

Lao You blinked and said: "We are not going to fight hard with the little devils, I mean, if we can catch up with the elite of the Pingshui detachment we met before, and help them fight and assist, when the time comes, they will seize weapons or something, maybe they will have to give it to us, think about it, if they can send us hundreds of more 38 big covers, our guerrillas here may be able to arm a regiment......"

"Lao You, there is yours, this plan is absolutely amazing!"

As soon as the partisans slapped their thighs excitedly, they immediately split up and made arrangements, preparing to develop those potential people to join the guerrillas, and set off immediately.

"I'll go, my dad was killed by a little devil, I'm going to take revenge!"

"I'll go too, my son died in battle, if I, the father, don't avenge him, am I still a person?"

The families of the guerrillas, who had already received the bad news, immediately asked to sign up, and the family members who had not received the letter wept and discussed on the sidelines, preparing to look along the lines of the battle to see if they could find the bodies of their families.

This is happening in many villages along the Niushou Mountains.

The more than 30 guerrillas whom Lao You and Lu Yuan and others met were divided into seven or eight groups, each with a gun and returned to his hometown to mobilize the masses.

At nightfall, seven or eight small teams of hundreds of people marched towards the Niushou Mountain Range again, some were looking for the corpses of their families, while more people wanted to catch up with the front line of the battle, if they had to fight with the little devils, then fight, but more, they still wanted to see if they could meet Lu Yuan and the others again, and see if the other party could send them some good guns.

Japanese military headquarters.

"Since the beginning of the war, our army has achieved great results in the Niushou Mountains!"

A staff officer held up a notebook and read: "A total of more than 1,000 people of the main force of the Pingshui detachment, more than 1,400 guerrillas of the Eighth Route Guerrillas, and our losses are more than 400 imperial soldiers and more than 900 imperial ...... army."

"Okay!"

"Lieutenant General Tsuneoka, you command well......"

There was thunderous applause in the military headquarters, and all the generals gave a thumbs up to Tsuneoka Kanji and did not hesitate to praise him.

Although such casualties are still a bit dazzling compared to the frontal battlefield, considering that the battles of these days are more created in the pursuit of the mountains and forests, it is impossible to give full play to the artillery fire and air superiority of the empire, and it is extremely good to achieve such brilliant results under such circumstances.

What's more, although the total casualties were nearly 1,000, the vast majority of them were the Imperial Army, and the casualties of the Imperial soldiers were only one-third, so such battle losses were completely acceptable.