Chapter 71 Five thousand Eighth Route Army?! Early in the morning, at the Japanese command post in Xianchi County. After learning that Chiyang Town was attacked, the Japanese commander of Xianchi County, Saburo Hirano, immediately led his troops to support Chiyang Town. When he dared to arrive at Chiyang Town, the battle was over, leaving only a devastated battlefield. And the mine was almost in ruins. The mine was filled with soldiers screaming and groaning. Many people were wrapped in bandages. Some soldiers even had blood oozing out of their bandages. Some soldiers who were still able to move were cleaning the battlefield, and the corpses were placed on a slightly intact flat surface. Some were from the Eighth Route Army, some were from the puppet army, and some were from the Japanese devils.
It’s just that there weren’t so many Japanese corpses. There were more than a hundred bodies of the Eighth Route Army soldiers. Then there is a big pit. Now the whole mine looks extremely miserable. Looking at the situation inside the mine, Saburo Hirano asked the troops he brought with him to take over the defense while walking towards a relatively intact building with guards next to it. Before he reached the door of the building, a major with a gloomy face and his arms hanging around his neck walked up to him. "Your Majesty Colonel!" Saburo Hirano looked at the man in front of him with blood on his face, and recognized from his military uniform that this was Saburo Murakuchi who was sent to deliver supplies. "Muraguchi-kun, what on earth is going on?" “Why was the mine attacked suddenly? How many soldiers were there in the Eighth Route Army? Why did you report this three hours ago?" "Colonel, we don't know why we were suddenly attacked. The Eighth Route Army has almost 5,000 people and they have cannons! They destroyed our telephone lines, and the radio station was destroyed by a shell right after the battle began, so we were unable to contact the county town immediately..." "what!" "idiot!" Just when Murakuchi Saburo was about to say something, a shrill scream was heard from the house. Then he started to curse. Hearing the sound, Saburo Hirano quickly walked to the house, opened the door and entered.
Almost everything in the house was destroyed, and Qingquan Muyi was lying on his side on a table. A Japanese soldier in a blood-stained white coat was using the bayonet to insert into Qingquan Muyi's thigh. And at the insertion point, there was a bloody hole from which blood was flowing out. The Japanese soldier with the bayonet looked at Saburo Hirano and quickly put down the bayonet. "Is it Murakuchi-kun?" "Muraguchi-kun, are you ready for defense? Have the reinforcements from Lord Hirano arrived?" "Be sure to pay attention to those Tubalu who are pretending to retreat!" "Your Majesty Colonel!" When Kiyozumi Muichi heard the nurse's call, he pretended to have just learned that Hirano Saburo was coming. He quickly turned around to look at Saburo Hirano, and then struggled to get up. Saburo Hirano looked at the wounds on Kiyozumi Muichi's body and the bloody hole on his thigh, and hurried forward to hold him down. "Mr. Qingquan, I am here with reinforcements, don't worry, Lord Qingquan, what is going on?" When Murakuchi Saburo saw Hirano Saburo looking at him, he quickly began to explain. "In order to retake the mine, Lord Qingquan led the Eighth Route Army inside the mine to charge, and then he was shot in the leg by the Eighth Route Army." The Japanese soldier behind nodded: "Maybe Lieutenant Colonel Qingquan's bones are very hard, so the bullet got stuck in the bones and didn't penetrate." "We need to remove the bullet immediately, otherwise the thigh will be necrotic." Hirano Saburo nodded after hearing this and patted Kiyozumi Muichi on the shoulder: "Then why are you still standing there? Quickly remove the bullet for Kiyozumi-kun." "Yes!" The Japanese soldier picked up the dagger again and began to cut Qingquan Muyi's skin. "Ugh!" "What's going on? No anesthetic?!" "Your Excellency, there are too many wounded soldiers. Anesthetics were given to those warriors who were too seriously injured so that they would be less painful when they left. I can still endure this mere physical pain!" Kiyozumi Muichi explained the reason to Hirano Saburo with difficulty. Then he picked up a piece of wood and said, "Hurry up!" "Hi!" "Uh-huh!" I saw veins bulging on Qingquan Muyi's neck, and it was obvious that he was in great pain. Even Saburo Hirano couldn't help but turn his head.
Murakuchi Saburo also lowered his head, as if he couldn't bear to look up. In fact, he was afraid of laughing out loud. If you want to blame someone, just blame Qingquan Muyi for being unlucky and getting hit in the leg. He was hit in the arm. He was using the Mauser pistol given to him by Qin Yangming, and shot his arm directly through with one shot. And Qingquan Muyi used a rifle. After pouring out the bullet's gunpowder, he was too nervous and moved a little, and the bullet did not penetrate his skin as expected. It's stuck in the muscle, so I have to suffer this pain. But this is more real. Most of the injuries on the Japanese soldiers outside were self-inflicted. The remaining small part is completely unlucky. There were all kinds of people, some were injured by stray bullets, some were injured by the aftermath of explosives, and some were injured by flying stones. Anyway, any damage that could be sustained on the battlefield can basically be found among these soldiers. "Qingquan-kun, hold on, hold on, I see the bullet!" Saburo Hirano was still trying to persuade Kiyozumi Muichi and was holding him down to prevent him from moving because of the pain. "Quick, come here and hold down Qingquan-kun's legs!" "The warhead is coming out!" Soon, a clearly irregular bullet was dug out of Qingquan Muyi's wound by the soldier using a bayonet. Then the soldier looked at the wound that was bleeding and picked up a red-hot bayonet beside him and put it on. Since it was already painful, Qingquan Muyi just acted through the whole scene. He used a self-torture tactic right in front of Saburo Hirano. "Sir, I'm sorry. I need to stop your bleeding first. But don't worry, I saw that the bullet didn't hurt your leg. As long as the wound heals, you will still be a warrior. A true warrior!" Seeing that Kiyozumi Muichi's body had relaxed, Saburo Hirano quickly asked someone to drive Kiyozumi Muichi to the county hospital. "Bagya Road!" "Are the people in those strongholds blind? Didn't they see a single person in the 5,000-man Eighth Route Army?!" At this moment, having witnessed Kiyozumi Kiichi's bravery, Hirano Saburo firmly believed what Murakuchi Saburo said. "Muraguchi-kun, this time it's not your fault and Qingquan-kun's. You have tried your best. The failure of this battle is not your fault. I will report this matter to the headquarters and will give you an explanation!" "Thank you, Colonel!"
…… On the other side, after hearing about Qin Yangming's miraculous experience, Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang and Kong Jie of the independent regiment looked at each other in surprise. Zhao Gang was the first to speak, pointing at the radio and a code book on the table, and said, "You mean, those two devils gave you this radio, and he will contact us when the time comes?" "Well, that's what he said. He said if we need anything, we can tell them when they contact us, and prepare a deposit, and they will prepare what we need." "If the need is small, they will send people to deliver it. If the need is large, they will deliver the things to some strongholds or near the artillery towers, and then we will bring them back ourselves." "If you pay more, they can deliver it to a nearby gun tower, and then we can pick it up." "In short, as long as they have money, they dare to sell anything." “Can you sell the gun?” Listening to Li Yunlong's words, Qin Yangming nodded: "I asked, yes, but it's very expensive, mainly from the Taiyuan Arsenal, their own goods are even more expensive." "A Type 92 infantry gun costs ten kilograms of gold, and a shell costs half a kilogram of gold." "They only accept transactions of gold or silver, jewelry and the like, depending on the style, and some intelligence transactions." “For example, if we know where we are going to attack, we will inform them in advance so that their people can prepare and leave first. Similarly, if their people want to attack us somewhere, they will notify us first, and then we will just act out the show. Let's prepare some dead bodies of traitors or bandits, dress them up in Eighth Route Army uniforms and hand them over to them, and they will be able to get the job done." "I've fought in wars for so many years, and this is the first time I've heard of the Japs doing something like this." Zhao Gang smiled and said, "Indeed, there is indeed a division called the Osaka Division among the elite troops of the Japanese. This is the Japanese's real elite force with extremely strong combat effectiveness, but this force is also very special. Because the soldiers in the army are basically small businessmen or fishermen, they don't like war and like doing business. They like money more than bullets, and anyone can do business with them as long as their lives are not threatened." Qin Yangming also nodded. What Zhao Gang said was similar to his understanding of the Osaka Division. (End of this chapter)