In the middle of the night, Zhao Zhiguo was gathering urgently on the battlefield. He was startled by the little Japanese's actions. He thought that the little Japanese would do something big tonight, and he might launch a night attack on the last Chinese defenders in the city at night.

Zhao Zhiguo quickly changed his position and got closer to the Japanese army. If the Japanese army really launched a large-scale operation tonight, he would never let the little devil succeed.

But when Zhao Zhiguo approached the little Japanese, the little Japanese began to retreat. Zhao Zhiguo did not rush to shoot, but quietly followed the Japanese army.

When he got closer to the city wall, Zhao Zhiguo realized that the Japanese troops were retreating.

Seeing the Japanese troops leaving Pingcheng in batches, Zhao Zhiguo breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that their plan had finally succeeded.

It's a pity that the city can no longer assemble large-scale troops to launch a counterattack against the Japanese army, otherwise they can take advantage of the Japanese army's retreat and bite the little Japanese hard.

The Japanese army retreated late at night, leaving only a small group of troops in the rear. The Chinese army was no longer able to organize any counterattack, and even this small group of Japanese troops could not keep them behind.

Zhao Zhiguo did not dare to pursue the Japanese army alone. If the Japanese army killed a carbine, it would be dangerous. He found a safe house with a bed inside. He threw his equipment casually beside the bed and fell asleep.

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When Zhao Zhiguo woke up again, it was already noon, and it started to rain heavily in Pingcheng.

Zhao Zhiguo leaned against the crumbling wall, stretched out his hand to catch the rainwater flowing from the eaves, and washed his face.

Pingcheng was really quiet in the heavy rain. The soldiers and people who survived had learned that the Japanese army had retreated. They were not happy. At this time, like Zhao Zhiguo, they were quietly looking outside in the leaky houses.

rain.

The rain washed away the blood, and the fragrance of earth came to the nostrils, covering up the thick smoke and the rotting smell of corpses.

Several soldiers caught the rain with their hands. They felt the coldness of the rain, which seemed to tell them that they were still alive.

Some soldiers buried their heads and sobbed. They didn't know why they were crying, but it was like they were crying loudly, with too much grievance and sadness accumulated in their tears.

More than half an hour later, the rain gradually subsided, and some soldiers were walking on the completely changed streets. They shouted loudly to the surviving soldiers and asked them to gather near the prison.

Yao Pengju and Gao Cang were also running wildly in the city. They were looking for Zhao Zhiguo, but no matter how they called, there was no response from the city.

"Report, Captain Dian Houdian has been found!" A soldier from the special operations team reported to Yao Pengju with a bandage on his arm.

When Yao Pengju saw Dianhou, Dianhou was covered in blood and dying. The soldiers found him in the ruins. When they found him, Dianhou was still breathing.

Yao Peng stretched out his hand and tightly held the hands that were originally very advantageous. He quickly recalled the scene when he and Dian Hou met for the first time.

Dian Hou opened and closed his mouth, and Yao Pengju quickly put his ear to his side.

"Don't worry, I swear to you, I will find the leader."

After Yao Pengju finished speaking, the hand holding him no longer had any strength. Yao Pengju gently placed the hand beside Dianhou. He wanted to cry loudly.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there. When Yao Pengju stood up again, he only felt a little dizzy.

"Tell all the soldiers that they must find the whereabouts of the regiment leader. If you can't find the regiment leader, no one can come to see me."

Yao Pengju carried Dianhou alone. It was still drizzling outside and his feet were very muddy, but he walked very steadily, as if he was afraid of waking up his dead brother.

Chu Jie has gathered the remaining soldiers at the prison gate. More than two hours have passed, and there are only about 150 soldiers who have returned. More than 100 of these 150 soldiers are injured. Excluding the division commander, the one with the highest military rank

He is the major battalion commander.

"Go and look for me again, even if you are still breathing, bring them back to me!"

At the end of the battle, there were more than a hundred people left in one division. Chu Jie almost fainted. He had thought of such a result, but when he faced the reality, he simply couldn't accept it.

Not many living people were recovered, but more and more corpses were delivered to the prison gate. Yao Pengju gently put Dianhou down. The white cloth covering the corpses had been used up, and many corpses were covered with sheets.

Yao Pengju took off his hat and covered Dianhou's face.

"The division commander is looking for you!" A soldier came to Yao Pengju's side.

Yao Pengju often follows Zhao Zhiguo, and Chu Jie is also very familiar with him.

"Report to the division commander, are you looking for me?" Yao Pengju arranged his military uniform.

"Where is your group leader?"

"Reporting to the division commander, our regiment commander acted alone before the battle. After the battle, our regiment commander has not been found." Yao Pengju was in a state of confusion at this time.

Dian Hou died in the battle and Zhao Zhiguo was nowhere to be found. He was already in a state of confusion.

"If you want to see people alive, and if you want to see corpses dead, even if you turn Pingcheng over, you have to find Zhao Zhiguo."

When she heard that Zhao Zhiguo was missing, Sun Siying, who had been hiding in prison, burst into tears. She had even folded a white flower. As soon as she received the news of Zhao Zhiguo's death, she would tie this white flower in her black and beautiful hair.

on hair.

The rain stopped, the dark clouds dissipated, and the sun shone on the earth. A thin figure was carrying Thomson on his back, holding a 38-meter cover in his right hand, and his whole body was covered with grenades and various bullets. He limped out.

On the streets full of ruins.

"Captain? Commander..." A soldier from the special operations team rushed towards Zhao Zhiguo and hugged him tightly.

More and more soldiers gathered around, watching Zhao Zhiguo silently.

"Yes, you are all still alive!" Zhao Zhiguo grinned when he saw so many soldiers alive.

"Captain...Captain Dian, died in battle!" A soldier lowered his head.

After hearing the bad news, Zhao Zhiguo supported the rifle in his hand and barely stood still: "Has the body been found?"

Zhao Zhiguo still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. If he didn't see the body, it meant there was still hope of living.

The soldier nodded: "When Captain Dian died, our captain was by his side."

"Cough cough cough"

Zhao Zhiguo coughed violently. When he heard the exact news, he almost couldn't take a breath.

"Hel me back!"

The soldiers helped Zhao Zhiguo toward the prison. The closer he got to the prison, the more frightened Zhao Zhiguo became. He was afraid of seeing that familiar face and Dianhou's eyes that he could never open again.

Zhao Zhiguo thought he would be strong in the face of death, but when he saw rows of corpses on both sides of the road, he never thought he would be so fragile. Some of these people he knew, some of them.
Chapter completed!