With a confused face, Zhou Weiguo looked at Jiang Yue and smiled slightly, "You can't figure it out. Could it be that this battle is easy?"
Jiang Yue shook his head; "No, they didn't have any preparations. When the battle started, neither the artillery nor the soldiers took off their guns. We were caught off guard. I expected it to be easy. I was thinking that a squadron would come over."
That’s enough, why do you still need to come to the captain? What are they planning to do?”
Zhou Weiguo was also thinking about this issue just now. He could only think about it in a daze and took a puff of cigarette; "I think a squadron has disappeared. This is an unacceptable fact for the Japanese army. This big squadron has disappeared."
Captain, I'm afraid they are here to clean up the mess, and as for what the mess is, I'm afraid only they know."
"Maybe we just came to see if there are any alive. If there are any alive, we will deal with them, and then put the responsibility on the squadron's head." Jiang Yue heard what Zhou Weiguo said, and he also added.
Maybe it is, maybe it is not, but it is still not, all of this has been hidden in Gouerwan along with the entire squadron's destruction.
Half an hour later, the battlefield was cleaned up. One of the Japanese motorcycles was destroyed, one was intact, and the other was destroyed. Fortunately, the remaining truck came out and the shrapnel left several craters.
Others are still in good condition.
Zhou Weiguo came to the road and waited for the soldiers to load some extra guns and ammunition into the truck. He looked back and pointed at Xu Hu beside him: "Go and make a sign, write the words "Secret Service Camp" on it and put it on the ground."
Xu Hu nodded and left. Jiang Yue crossed her arms with a puzzled look on her face; "What do you mean by this, do you want to provoke hatred?"
"I only mentioned the secret service battalion, but not that special service battalion. If the other secret service battalions want to take credit, it depends on whether they have a collar badge with the rank of major sergeant in their hands, and whether they also have a command knife."
You have to remember the credit you deserve. If it's not yours, you won't grab it. You're not a hero who doesn't leave a name. Whether the secret agent battalion can get the first complement and full strength after every battle, then it needs to be seen by the superiors.
to the combat effectiveness of the secret service camp.
"Without military exploits, there won't be many beautiful battles. Why would the commander of the army give us supplementary information as soon as possible?" The explanation made Jiang Yue suddenly realize and smiled and said, "I have completely forgotten about this matter."
Ten minutes later, the troops began to set off. Because the ammunition was loaded, the lightly wounded could not get on the truck. Only the seriously wounded and the female soldiers from the health platoon got on the truck. The army began to evacuate towards Suzhou.
It's not far from here to Suzhou, but it's not very close either. Although the road is straight, the weird weather this year was gloomy and the road was wet. We set off at noon on the first day and only arrived in the afternoon on the second day.
Saw the city wall of Suzhou City.
Zhou Weiguo, who was very familiar with Suzhou, looked at the depressed Suzhou City and the trampled roads outside the city, which were like those beaten once by a heavy hammer. He knew in his heart that many of the people in Suzhou City had actually gone to the countryside or towards Nanjing.
Evacuate to avoid disaster.
"Everyone, cheer up. Don't embarrass yourself in front of the common people. We are soldiers. We are a secret service camp. We are a secret service camp that cannot be beaten or destroyed." Zhou Weiguo looked at the soldiers following him to cheer them up.
Later, he and Jiang Yue walked at the front and entered Suzhou City.
The clean, tidy and densely populated Suzhou City is gone. However, there are many troops wearing various military uniforms in the city who are resting and recuperating. There are also ordinary people, but very few. And everyone's face is full of thoughts about the future and themselves.
The confusion of life.
Zhou Weiguo wanted his troops to stop for rest and replenishment. It was conceivable that the troops marching ahead would have already finished buying the things they wanted to buy, and his chances of obtaining supplies were almost zero.
Although his home was not far away, his father was in Chongqing and Xiao Ya was in Nanjing. He had no intention of going back to see them. Instead, he led the troops along the dark gray main road to pass through Suzhou and continue to evacuate to Nanjing.
The flow of people on the road ahead slowed down. Zhou Weiguo couldn't see the situation ahead, so he asked Xu Hu to take a look.
Xu Hu went away for a while and ran back and pointed: "Battal Commander, there are some wealthy businessmen on the street behind the corner in front of us who have pulled up banners to reward the army."
Reward the army? Although these wealthy businessmen are sometimes unkind, but in terms of national justice, they are really worthy of admiration. Zhou Weiguo thought for a while and signaled the troops to slow down and move forward.
After crossing the street and turning right, you can clearly see the situation ahead. On the edge of the road that does not block the evacuation of the troops, there are red silk cloths several meters long that are lifted up with bamboo poles, with black characters written on red paper.
Up.
Warmly welcome the soldiers returning from the front line against Japan.
Blushing, Zhou Weiguo's face felt a little hot. Perhaps the people here hardly knew that the army had actually abandoned Suzhou City.
There is no danger to defend Suzhou. The army is there and cannot stop the Japanese tanks and artillery. The only option is to evacuate to Jinling and use the rich water network and mountains there as well as the coastal defense forts of the Yangtze River to limit the attack of the Japanese mechanized troops and neutralize it.
the other party’s advantages.
This is the most straightforward idea above.
A dozen people in long robes and mandarin jackets stood looking at the soldiers walking west.
"Soldiers, soldiers, the failure of the battle does not mean anything. The Japanese pirates just have the advantage of weapons. Soldiers, don't be depressed, pick up the swords and guns in your hands, regain the confidence in your hearts, and
The new place, the new resistance, continue to combat the arrogance of the Japanese. I, the Chinese, have experienced many hardships in the five thousand years. That time, it was not because of the united resistance of China that we crushed the enemy's crazy attack."
His voice was hoarse, but he was confident. Listening to that voice, I'm afraid he said this not just once or twice.
A wealthy businessman with good literary talent and a good understanding of the current situation, Zhou Weiguoben's eyes as he lowered his head and walked forward made the platform he was about to pass look at.
Only then did he see more clearly. Several tables were put together, with cloth strips tied underneath to connect the table legs. The tables were old and new, but all were equal in size.
On the table, stood seven or eight middle-aged old people. These people were dressed very casually. They wore long robes, mandarins, and thick cotton coats. Their clothes were spotless, some were black and some were gray. Some of them even wore melon skin hats, and some of them must have accepted it.
Washed away by Western ideas, I wore a suit.
But in front of these seven or eight people, there was a man, holding a black civilized stick in his right hand. He raised his left hand, which was somewhat weathered and showed wrinkles, and leaned his waist slightly forward to face the soldiers of the unknown unit below.
Cheering up.
What a familiar figure? Zhou Weiguo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the person who was speaking again.
This sight made him tremble with fear, and his body was involuntarily cold from head to heel.
