Zhao Hanjie salivated and said, "Captain, it's just right to launch a charge now. By the way, do you still remember him?"

As he said that, he pulled Han Wensheng over, Song Yunfei just glanced lightly, and his expression was still stern: "Now we are fighting, and everything should be put after the war!"

"Yes!" Zhao Hanjie agreed, and one of them turned over and over the hill and jumped to a stone. Two figures appeared on both sides of his side at the same time.

The gunfire on the road became even more intense. The people on both sides rushed onto the road and cut the Japanese army into two sections. The fierce battle broke out in the convoy, with gray and yellow stirring together, but the white cloaks rarely participated in hand-to-hand combat. They mostly hid behind and suppressed the Japanese army with precise firepower.

Song Yunfei ignored Han Wensheng, but focused on observing the changes in the battlefield. Han Wensheng felt a little bored and wanted to take people down to participate in the battle. As soon as his figure moved, Song Yunfei's cold words came to his ears: "The commander should stay in the command position, rather than directly participating in the battle. Commander Zhuang should have told you before."

"Adminton Song, he used to be a cold person, but now, why is it getting colder and colder?" Han Wensheng smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that Song Yunfei would recognize him. When he was in Guangzhou, he had met Song Yunfei a few times. He met him when he went to the garrison commander to find Zhao Hanjie. He could only know Song Yunfei, and he couldn't even talk about his friends.

"Your tactical ability is too poor, not only one. People's tactics and group tactics are terrible. Many people seem to have not been trained, just a farmer with a gun." Song Yunfei looked and sarcastically: "You have been in 7th Company for so long."

"Most of the soldiers in our army have been enlisted for less than a month, and they are transferring troops every day and have no time to organize training." Han Wensheng explained, and then he felt a little surprised, what's wrong with him, why were they led away by the nose.

Song Yunfei ignored him and turned his attention to Dingyuan. The hills in the distance were quiet without any movement. The lively gunfire here did not have any impact on them.

"Adminton Song, when did you arrive?" Han Wensheng saw that the battle had stabilized. The Japanese army in the front had been eliminated, and the Japanese army in the second half was concentrating their forces to break through. It seemed that the battle was about to end.

"Two hours earlier than you." Then Song Yunfei put down his telescope and said to the messenger: "Appoint Guo Yaoshi to block the Japanese army and be sure to wipe out the entire Japanese army, and do not let one person escape. Tell Deputy Captain Zhao to step up the attack, and there is not much time left."

The messenger blew the trumpet and the sound of Song Yunfei's face was a little anxious, but Han Wensheng was very satisfied. There were at least thirty cars on the road, and at least half of the materials on these cars belonged to them. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but rub his hands so excitedly.

"Don't be too happy too early," Song Yunfei glanced at him and couldn't help but start attacking him: "At most another hour, the Japanese reinforcements will arrive, and it will be our turn to run away."

"One hour is enough." Han Wensheng was calm, but he was happy. Even if he could not pull all these things away, he could add at least a few heavy mortar guns, and carry two 38-meter-high covers per person.

A group of Japanese soldiers were surrounded in the wilderness, relying on several small mounds to form a circular defensive position. More than 100 New Fourth Army were besieging them. Han Wensheng was watching there nervously. This was the last large force of the Japanese army. To eliminate these enemies, this ambush battle would be considered a victory.

"I remember you are a fellow townsman of Deputy Captain Zhao, your surname is Han." Song Yunfei patted his shoulder and told him not to be too nervous. For him, the battle was over. If it weren't for Han Wensheng, the ambush would have ended long ago. He would not have rushed down the ambush positions and fought in close combat. If these cars were blown up, they would have gone away.

"Adminton Song is so worried about his affairs," Han Wensheng felt displeased with contempt, and he put a thorn in his words: "It's rare to remember that my surname is Han, I remember not seeing him several times in Guangzhou."

Song Yunfei didn't think it was over, and he nodded slightly: "I haven't seen it twice. You were still young at that time, and it seemed that you were only seventeen or eighteen."

This almost made Han Wen angry. He said coldly: "Captain Song has a good memory, and it is rare to remember it."

"You will clean the battlefield as soon as possible later. We will ignite mortar shells, and everything else will belong to you." Song Yunfei still did not express any expression, but he could also hear the dissatisfaction in his words.

Han Wensheng was finally satisfied and asked again: "You came here an hour earlier than us. We also investigated when we came, why didn't you find out?"

This question was lingering in Han Wensheng's mind when the special forces appeared. When they arrived here, they had checked that even though they were not very careful, hundreds of people were lying here, but they had no idea. Fortunately, the other party was not hostile. If this was the enemy, the consequences... Han Wensheng really dared not think about it.

"Landing is a level that every special forces soldier must pass. It's just basic training. Every soldier of mine can lie on the ground without moving for a whole day. Let's talk again if you have the chance, and go down."

Han Wensheng had actually noticed that the gunfire had stopped, and the Japanese army that was about to defend fell apart under a fire and was immediately overwhelmed by the New Fourth Army that rushed forward.

No accident occurred when cleaning the battlefield. The New Fourth Army quickly classified all the materials. The soldiers of the special forces simply took some shells, disdained the Japanese weapons and equipment, and let the New Fourth Army take them away.

Seeing this, Han Wensheng and his political commissar felt relieved. Han Wensheng pulled political commissar Wei Zhaoqiang to find Zhao Hanjie and Song Yunfei, hoping to provide some medicines.

"Yes, let the brothers even out the medicine on their bodies." Before Zhao Hanjie could answer, Song Yunfei, who was looking at the map, nodded and agreed. Then he turned his head and said to Guo Yaoshi: "Tell brothers, let me set off immediately."

Zhao Hanjie wanted to have a chat with Han Wensheng for more, so he said to Song Yunfei: "Captain, take a rest for more time, the Japanese will not come for a while."

"You are confused," Song Yunfei glared: "Not only we have to leave, but they are the same. Staying here for one more minute is one more minute. Before it gets dark today, you must rush to Liuzhuang by the railway. There is still nearly a hundred miles to go, so it is not too late to get there to rest."

Before Zhao Hanjie could come up with any reason, the telegrapher ran over quickly and handed the telegram to Song Yunfei. Song Yunfei glanced at him and handed it to Zhao Hanjie. Zhao Hanjie took it. It was Zhuang Jihua's order, ordering them to cut off the Jinpu Line as soon as possible and cut off the Japanese transportation.

"Captain, I think we can let Wensheng and the others act together with us." Zhao Hanjie made a suggestion to Song Yunfei with a sudden inspiration.

"They?" Song Yunfei looked at Han Wensheng and the others with some contempt and said, "Can they catch up with our marching speed?"

"It should be no problem. The Communist Party of China is very capable." Zhao Hanjie wanted to help Han Wensheng, but Han Wensheng didn't want to appreciate it and immediately refused: "Hanjie, no need, we still have a task, so we won't drag you down, say goodbye."

Han Wensheng turned around and left, and Zhao Hanjie hurriedly greeted: "Wensheng, Wensheng."

Han Wensheng left without looking back. Zhao Hanjie sighed and said to Song Yunfei: "Captain, why bother? They are actually quite difficult."

"I have helped, Vice Captain Zhao, you have to pay attention. The first issue now is to ensure our own safety." Song Yunfei looked at Han Wensheng's back expressionlessly.

Not only were the officers in a rift, but the soldiers below were also clearly distinguished. It was obvious that the New Fourth Army was prepared for the special forces, and the machine gunners never left the gun position. However, the New Fourth Army soldiers were also secretly looking at the special forces soldiers who were resting calmly, obviously very curious about them.

"Big bulls, they dress so weirdly, colorfully, like monsters."

"What kind of gun are they? They can actually fire continuously."

However, without saying a few words, a veteran next to him scolded: "Work quickly, what's so strange? These Kuomintang just like these flashy things. We are really trying hard. We didn't see that when we rushed up to fight for bayonets just now, they didn't hide far away."

The recruits quickly shut up and carried guns and ammunition silently, but kept glanced at the side. The soldiers of the special forces were bored, lying or sitting on the cold land, watching the New Fourth Army indifferently.

"Get together and set off!"

The special forces quickly gathered together and then headed northwest. Han Wensheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to the political commissar: "Let the rest explode."

Wei Zhaoqiang nodded with his watch: "Okay."

"I don't want the rest, blow it up, take the weapons and ammunition, and transfer it immediately." Han Wensheng ordered loudly, and the assembly number immediately rang out on the battlefield full of smoke. New Fourth Army soldiers came from all over the place and stood in front of Han Wensheng and Wei Zhaoqiang.

"Company Commander, you are responsible for blowing up all the people here, and bringing the wounded and moving north."

When it was dark, Han Wensheng led his team to a small mountain village more than 40 miles away. It was a very small mountain village. More than a dozen families suddenly rushed in. It seemed very crowded. However, out of fear of the army, most farmers still let the New Fourth Army into their homes. What surprised these farmers was that these soldiers did not drive them out of the door, but lay down in the wood house and straw pile, which made them very grateful and enthusiastic about the soldiers.

Late at night, Wei Zhaoqiang checked the troops' accommodation and alert, and returned to the room. Seeing Han Wensheng writing at his desk, he asked curiously: "Old Han, why haven't you rested yet, and you have written a summary?"

"Well, I'm used to it." Han Wensheng said without raising his head. This habit was developed in Guangzhou. Over time, he discovered the benefits of this habit. He could find shortcomings in the battle every time when summarizing it. He could avoid these mistakes next time and his tactical ability could be improved quickly. It can be said that it made him famous in the Fourth Front Army.

"You know the two Kuomintang officers today?" Wei Zhaoqiang asked casually.

"Well, I've known each other for a long time. I was in Guangzhou..." Han Wensheng did not hide it and told all the things he had in Guangzhou. He had experienced too many internal struggles. If he hadn't been able to fight, he would have been executed long ago when Xu Jishen was executed. After Gao Jingting was executed, his superiors sent many newcomers. Wei Zhaoqiang came from Yan'an and served as political commissar before the advance team set off. The former political commissar who came from the Fourth Detachment was transferred.

After listening to Han Wensheng's words, Wei Zhaoqiang disarmed his armed belt and sat on the kang: "Old Han, I have been thinking about a question during this period. We can't continue like this."

"Yes, it won't work if this continues." Han Wensheng put down his pen and turned to Wei Zhaoqiang: "We have been swimming all the time, without a base, which is absolutely not possible, but the problem now is that the density of the Japanese is too high, and we cannot stand firm in the place for a long time, so we cannot establish a base."

"Yes," Wei Zhaoqiang sighed heavily. They kept trying to establish a base, but they could never do it. Even though they won the airport, they were unable to stand firm somewhere and were always in a situation of being chased. If this continues, the troops will easily be dragged down.

"The superiors called several times to ask about the possibility of establishing a base, but although there are many mountains waiting for this, there are not many mountains. However, because they are close to the Jinpu Line, there are quite a few Japanese devils," Wei Zhaoqiang murmured: "Old Han, look, how about we continue to move eastward?"

"Continue to advance eastward." Han Wensheng frowned Wei Zhaoqiang: "The Japanese army on the Jinpu line is busy, and it is more dangerous to go there. Moreover, after the past, it will be northern Jiangsu, and there will be no Japanese army there. What will the Kuomintang react?"

"East advance is a strategic reconnaissance task delivered by the central government," Wei Zhaoqiang said slowly: "If we cannot stand firm, we have to return to the Dabie Mountains and the mission will fail."

Han Wensheng sighed in his heart. In fact, he did not oppose retreating to the Dabie Mountains. The Dabie Mountains Red Flag has not fallen for more than ten years. The party has a good foundation in the Dabie Mountains. From the perspective of his heart, he believes that staying in the Dabie Mountains is more conducive to the development of the troops. But this cannot be said. Gao Jingting strongly opposed the abandonment of the Dabie Mountains base and was executed in the end. The order to execute him was requested by the New Fourth Army headquarters and implemented it after Chiang Kai-shek approved it. This is really a bit funny.

"Will the Kuomintang agree to go to Suzhong?" Han Wensheng reminded hesitantly: "We only have more than 300 people, and the Kuomintang has at least 50,000 people in Suzhong."

Speaking of this, Han Wensheng stood up, took out the map, and spread it on the kang: "Lao Wei, I have an idea. Look, at the junction of Anhui and Jiangsu, this area has Garden Lake, Nushan Lake, Qili Lake, and is close to Hongze Lake in the northwest. There are Ziyang Mountain, Wu Mountain, and Lu Mountain to the south. The watershed is in the watershed. The terrain is complex and the lakes and hills are intertwined. Advance can threaten the Japanese army's major artery on Jinpu Road. Retreat can enter Jiangsu. Advance and retreat are all followed. Moreover, the war in Xuzhou is fierce, and this generation of Japanese and Kuomintang troops has no time to take care of it. It is a great opportunity for us to open up a base."

Wei Zhaoqiang looked at the map silently, and gradually smiled on his face. He suddenly punched Han Wensheng in the chest: "Okay, Lao Han, no wonder you keep reading the map these days whenever you have time. It turns out that you have ideas in your mind, which makes me worry about it."

Han Wensheng laughed twice: "Old Wei didn't want to hide it, mainly because the superior's order was to establish a base in central Anhui. In fact, if the Japanese army had not launched a large-scale attack, Dingyuan would be a good environment, with hilly and mountainous areas and complex terrain. Advance could threaten the Jinpu Road, and retreat could rely on the Dabie Mountain base. Unfortunately, it is not the time."

"Yes, there is no way out," Wei Zhaoqiang jumped off the kang: "If you don't leave me here, I will have my own place to go; we will continue to move eastward, there is a gap between the Japanese and puppet Chiang, and I will go there."

Han Wensheng and Wei Zhaoqiang didn't know that their trip caused a major accident, which directly caused turmoil between the two parties.
Chapter completed!