The words to be conveyed by mahjong are conveyed to the summer.

Xia Tian was stunned.

The Sichuan Army is ready to get out of the battle?

Isn’t all the members ready to get out of the battle?

Just as Xia Tian was stunned, the firepower of more than ten people belonging to the Sichuan Army increased greatly. The Japanese attacking had to end this destined defeat in the face of the sudden increase in firepower. The little bookworm next to Xia Tian He Shunshui saw the Japanese retreat and showed joy from the bottom of his heart.

"The Japanese retreated again. Brother Xia, fighting Japanese with you is always so satisfying!" Shunshui said to Xia Tian happily.

Xia Tian frowned. Shunshui and Xiao Shumeng did not receive the order to evacuate. However, their own fire suddenly increased sharply, and all the hidden firepower took action together. This is obviously the prelude to retreat.

Sure enough, before he could ask Shunshui and the little bookworm, he heard the order to retreat.

"Go away!"

"No! I won't leave! I'm going to go together!"

"Go away quickly! If you don't leave, it will be too late..."

The above are all conversations that popped up in Xia Tian’s mind, but the actual situation is:

After hearing the order to retreat, he turned around and retreated without hesitation.

The little bookworm looked at Xia Tian's back with a puzzled look on his face and asked Shunshui strangely: "Brother Shunshui, why has he left?"

Shunshui seemed to have thought of something, but did not say what he thought of, but said: "Prepare for the fight."

Xia Tian ran to Long Weng as fast as possible. At this time, the others were gradually moving backwards, but the guerrillas were still hiding in their positions as Xia Tian imagined, and it was already obvious that the task of cutting off the back fell on the guerrillas.

Xia Tian understands this situation very well. For Long Wen, everyone in the Sichuan Army was his brother's robe, and the guerrillas were just "warriors" standing with him against the Japanese. He admired these people who were dealing with the Japanese behind enemy lines, but if he was asked to make a choice, he would definitely choose the Sichuan Army without hesitation!

So Xia Tian did not foolishly accuse Long Weng of not being meaningful enough, but said to Long Weng in a simple, direct, and without thinking:

"I'll stay and retreat with them."

Long Weng looked at Xia Tian, ​​without any surprise in his eyes, just said, "You know the result."

"They..." Xia Tian approached Long Wen Zhang and whispered: "They are my students."

Long Wenhua showed such a look. When these guerrillas were fighting, he could see Xia Tian's shadow, so he had long been suspicious. At this moment, Xia Tian's words confirmed his own guess. Faced with Xia Tian's "Notice", he could only hold back his anger and say, "You can do it yourself."

"Thanks."

Hearing Xia Tian’s thanks, Long Wenhua was heartbroken. Xia Tian begged him to stay and scolded him for staying, he would not feel so sad. But this thank you was like a sharp knife, stabbed into his heart to what extent could he say something?

"Retreat quickly!" Long Weng turned around and shouted at the gathering subordinates. The subordinates hurriedly embarked on the road to retreat, and only Xia Tian stayed in place.

The last time he evacuated, he saw Xia Tian still staying there, and asked strangely: "I'm making money, why are you stunned? Retreat quickly!"

"Get out quickly." Xia Tian said with a smile: "I'll be here soon."

Sang La, he was not sure, followed the team that was evacuating in front of him, while Xia Tian turned around and rushed into the previous position again.

"Huh? Why didn't you leave?" Uncle Sangen asked strangely after seeing Xia Tian.

Xia Tian smiled and said, "You are so hoping that I will leave?"

Uncle Sangen Yao glanced at the Sichuan Army team that had withdrawn more than 100 meters, and asked in a deep voice: "Why are you... why are you staying?"

"I'm afraid you're stupid." Xia Tian didn't want to be sensational, and then rushed forward after muttering. The guerrillas looked at Xia Tian who had returned in surprise and passed by them, revealing strange expressions one by one. Only Master Shihang chanted the Buddha's name lightly, his eyes full of softness.

The little bookworm was complaining about the revenge in his heart, in fact, he knew that he had no reason to complain about the revenge of Xia Tian. However, after all the things that Shunshui told before, Xia Tian was extremely tall in his heart, and suddenly left indifferently, causing the "summer" shaped in the little bookworm's heart to collapse completely.

"Don't blame Brother Xia," Shunshui saw the resentment of the little bookworm and whispered: "It's already good that they can stay and help us cover the evacuation of Heshun's fellow villagers. Now they don't feel sorry for us even if they leave."

The little bookworm said angrily: "But they are the national army!"

"Hmm?" Shunshui didn't understand the little bookworm's anger.

"We are guerrillas, we can cover the evacuation of the people. They are the national army. Why do we need us to ask for their help? Why can't they do what we can do?" The little bookworm asked indignantly, and was silent after a while, saying: "They... they are different from us."

Why is it different? He can't tell.

"Because they are not the team of ordinary people." Xia Tian's voice suddenly came, and the little bookworm and Shunshui turned around in surprise, but saw Xia Tian tilting his head and smiling at the two of them. Shunshui screamed in surprise.

Xia Tian jumped into the bunker and said with a smile: "This is the difference between the national army and you. In the foreign war, many of the Chinese army deserve the title of the backbone of the nation, but they do not have the same faith as you." After thinking about it for many years, he said more firmly: "They will not have them in the future."

The little bookworm who had just joined the guerrillas did not understand what Xia Tian said at all. The old guerrillas were also confused, but sooner or later they would understand it.

"Okay, stop talking, pay attention to anti-cannons! The Japanese's three axes are about to begin again." Xia Tian put away his laughter. The Japanese's attack was repelled, but for the Japanese, all the hidden firepower on the blocking position was exposed. It was time for them to use mortars to hit one by one. The next attack must be a decisive attack that the entire army pressed.

Sure enough, the whistle of the shells sounded in an instant, and the shells fell on the position one by one, causing balls of smoke and dust, and exploding circles of heat waves.

Everyone was lying in the cover tightly, passively receiving the baptism of shells.

Meng Fan summarized the Japanese tactics: after the artillery bombarded the infantry, the infantry could not rush down, and the artillery bombarded the Japanese army. This time, the same routine was also true. Not long after the roar of the field artillery ended, the infantry pulling the slender scattered line began to charge.

Although it was an old-fashioned tactic, the Japanese's sharp marksmanship and the extremely accurate grenade launcher still made the guerrillas with only light firepower unable to bear it. The sparse counterattack made the Japanese realize that the blocking position had become an empty city, so they attacked even more fiercely.

When the blocking positions ushered in a arduous battle, the Sichuan Army's reconnaissance team had to stop advancing.

It was the first time that Meng's father and Meng's mother saw their son roaring.

Meng Fanle was roaring that he was the first person to discover that Xia Tian was missing. The vanguard turned into a numb and the one who broke the back was a mourning. What about Xia Tian?

He roared: "What about summer? What about summer?"

The evacuated team stopped, and Milong asked, "Where did that shy calf in Xia Tian die? Veterinarian, he didn't get into your place, right?"

"No, I have only three wounded soldiers." The veterinarian's answer made Milong feel relieved, but then he shouted loudly: "Where are people? Where did they die?"

Long Weng didn't say anything, but Sanla shouted: "He didn't follow him!"

"Sangmenxing, you are a shabby thing, you said it long ago! Didn't he follow you, you are mute?" Milong cursed, and Meng Fanle also roared fiercely: "Will you break the back?"

"Enough!" Long Weng said angrily: "He stayed with them to break the rear! OK? Are you satisfied? Let's go!"

But no one moved.

Long Weng cursed: "He doesn't want you anymore! Don't you understand? He doesn't want you anymore!"

"I'm just making money... I just stayed with those people to fight the Japanese." Dou Bing's faint voice came out, but attracted everyone's attention. He couldn't help but hide behind Milong. Milong snorted coldly to protect Dou Bing, and then said: "Then grandson still owes me something. I'm going to find him!"

Long Weng glared at Milong: "Are you looking for death? Are you looking for death?"

"Did you just let that shabby thing die there? Watch him die there? Then we pretended to drop a few drops of horse urine?" Milong shouted loudly, Meng Fan stood up and said:

"Milong and I went to pick him up. That boy is so desperate that he can't die. Let's carry him back."

"I'll go too." Bula made a sound, but he was greeted by Long Wen's stare, Bula immediately shrank.

"It will die. Don't you know what's going on there? The guerrillas want to be reincarnate. What about you? Meng Fan, aren't you the best at avoiding war? Don't you want to live to the end the most? Milong, your wife and children are still in Zenda, you just want to let your wife and children wear mourning clothes?" Long Wen asked hissed.

Milong laughed, with a look of contempt, and was too lazy to answer that my wife had a child, and she was still stupid enough to stay in the army that lost her head every day. Are you still afraid to die? If I were afraid, I would have brought my wife and children with a headscarf and ran away!

Meng Fanle Ze looked at Long Wen Zhang and said calmly: "We walked out of the jungle in Myanmar and walked back along the road where countless people fell. We have never lost a single person. All those who follow you have arrived at the South Gate of Heaven.

Now, do you let us leave him?"

Long Wenbian put on the smile that used to be laughing like a begging smile before Meng Fu said it was a kind of laughter or a begging smile, but now it is like a demonic smile. He said, "Do I leave you behind?"

Am I leaving you behind?

This question made everyone feel sad.

On the banks of the Nujiang River, the "corps commander" who was relied on by everyone in the Sichuan Army knelt in front of the real regiment commander and kowtowed to death just to let Yu Xiaoqing shoot shells to cover Xia Tian and the others.

When Xiatian brought people into the forest, the commander of the Sichuan Army was like making up for his mistakes, squatting there every day, constantly asking himself, "Are you wrong?" He kept begging those old brothers to bring Xiatian out."

They all knew that Long Weng had a Sichuan Army in his heart, but this Sichuan Army was divided into three parts.

One in the South Gate of Heaven,

A piece of the sacrifice flag slope,

There is another one that is just one person.

And now, for the sake of the other third, he gave up one-third of the time that made him feel guilty!

Meng Fuli said softly: "I am the best at saving my life and will not do anything randomly."

"Well," Long Weng made a mosquito-like sound, approached Meng Fan, and then took a twisted posture, and said softly in Meng Fan's ear: "Wait until he comes back."

"Um."

Meng's mother and Meng's father watched their son become retrogrades in a daze. Meng's mother reached out to try to keep him, but couldn't speak. Meng's father raised his head and was full of pride.

The others were also watching the two people who became retrogrades. They also wanted to go back. It was not that they were not afraid of death, but that they wanted to bring back another soul of the Sichuan Legion, one-third of the soul.

But, Long Weng shouted: "Let's go!"

When he was in Myanmar, he shouted to the people behind him, when he was in the South Gate of Heaven, he shouted to the people behind him, and now he is still shouting to the people behind him.

...

Blocking the position.

Xia Tian was doing his best to open fire, and then he attracted more firepower from the Japanese to suppress and target. Xia Tian hurriedly changed his position and took the biggest danger away from the little bookworm and the water. But when he was on the battlefield, where would it be a safe place?

In fact, from the time he decided to stay, he knew that he would definitely not be able to defend himself.

How do you guard a few more than a dozen guerrillas?
To be continued...