I really came here to fight against Japan

Chapter 243 Does this count as a successful hand-holding?

They also did not expect that the 107th Division had fallen to the level of a third-rate force.

Their marching speed was actually half an hour faster than Zhou Weiguo himself had expected.

By this time, the sky was completely bright and Wang Xiutao was asked to return to the hospital.

When she came back, she found that her hospital seemed different.

When he got closer, he found something different.

Right on the wall at the entrance of their hospital, there was a flag representing the Eighth Route Army.

Now someone has put up another pole with a flag that clearly has the emblem of the National Army, fluttering in the cold wind.

And in the entire village of Lieyanggou, there was a scene of curling smoke from cooking fires.

Even the roofs of the wards where the seriously injured were staying looked the same.

Wang Xiutao: How much firewood will you waste from your fellow villagers' homes as you prepare this?

With a dark face, she pointed at the national army flag and asked, "Tell me, what do you mean by this?"

No wonder Dean Wang Xiutao was unhappy, because the flag representing the national army had little influence on her.

But for those wounded who are recuperating in the hospital, the impact is too great.

It is possible that this flag will eventually become a historical stain for these wounded soldiers.

Suo Wuxing did not answer her question at this time, but used his chin to signal Wang Xiutao to look back.

Wang Xiutao turned around and happened to be standing with Suo Wuxing on both sides of the hospital entrance.

The two people with serious expressions actually stood out with a clear sense of distinction.

There was a "bang" and the photographer appeared from nowhere.

They actually created a historical frame for the two of them, and by the way, the peaceful and tranquil mountain village was also captured in the photo.

Comrade Wang Xiutao no longer cared about her face which had turned red from the cold.

She pointed at Suo Wuxing and said angrily: "You..."

Unexpectedly, Suo Wuxing, who had a serious face just now, grabbed the hand that Wang Xiutao handed over.

He shouted loudly: "Retreat, retreat, retreat, everyone get out of here!"

Then, regardless of Wang Xiutao's resistance, he dragged her toward the mountain beside the village.

Then she saw many Gansu soldiers rushing out of their fellow villagers' houses.

They retreated in an orderly manner to the mountains on both sides of the village, and then suddenly lost their trace.

It was obvious that they had a preset position there, and they must have all hidden in the position.

But there were still many people who had not left, and there were sentries standing guard at the door.

There was also a guard company lined up, waiting to be lectured by the leader.

Even by the well in this village, there were villagers queuing up to draw water...

When they got closer, Wang Xiutao could see clearly. No wonder they were all so motionless.

It turned out that these Eighth Route Army soldiers and ordinary people were all disguised as scarecrows.

At this point, even Wang Xiutao had to say that those people in Gannan who engage in tactical deception are really good at it.

Not only are the clothes flawless, but even the mask looks just like the real person.

No wonder she didn't notice anything even though she was so close to these dummies just now.

Suo Wuxing pulled Wang Xiutao and ran very fast, exchanging information with her while running.

"The 107th Division of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army led by Du Ziheng has arrived ahead of time and is still more than three miles away from us."

At this time they had already entered the ambush position on the hillside.

The soldiers in the trenches were all staring at them, still holding hands...

I wonder if this counts as their commander's success in holding hands?

Wang Xiutao pulled her hand out of Suo Wuxing's hand.

She turned her back and clasped her hands in front of herself. She didn't want to pay any attention to anyone. She didn't want to pay any attention to anyone at all.

Who would have thought that Mr. Suo was not only not ashamed, but also smug, giving everyone a look that said "don't worry".

At this time, Captain Suo, who was lying in the trench and observing the enemy situation, broke the calm.

"Deputy Commander, the bastards from the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army are approaching. We can already see them through the telescope."

Upon hearing the latest enemy situation, Suo Wuxing picked up the telescope and began to look down the hillside.

Seeing Wang Xiutao coming over, Captain Suo immediately took off his telescope and handed it to her.

She raised the telescope and took a look, and couldn't help frowning.

This group of Shanxi Suiyuan troops is too irregular. They rush towards the village along the mountain road like a swarm of bees.

There were no tactical moves such as scout reconnaissance, artillery preparation, and outflanking.

As a combat military doctor, Wang Xiutao had seen the Eighth Route Army's usual tactics.

When she was in Longnan, she also participated in the military training and exercises of the Gansu Army.

I have never seen a war like the Jinsui Army. I feel that the current Jinsui Army is not even at the level of a district squad.

When our district squad goes out to attack the enemy's artillery tower, don't we have to pay attention to engaging the enemy in a covert manner?

Could it be that Du Ziheng and his Shanxi-Suiyuan Army usually fought the Japanese in this way?

Du Ziheng: Don't spread rumors. When did I ever fight the devils? It was always the devils who beat me!

At this time, Du Ziheng was feeling very proud, riding on his warhorse and giving orders about the country.

He said loudly, "Do you know why I asked you to launch a sneak attack at this time?"

"We are willing to listen to your wise advice, Commander," said a subordinate who wanted to curry favor with him.

Du Ziheng said proudly: "Let me tell you, this time period is exactly when the Eighth Route Army has breakfast in the morning and when the doctors are making rounds.

If we rush in at this time, we can catch the Eighth Route Army off guard.

By then, all the tremendous military exploits, finances, and women will be ours, hahahaha!"

The officers below flattered him, "Commander, these military achievements, money and so on, all belong to you, we dare not take them.

If you can just relax and leave us some space between your fingernails, we will be satisfied."

Another officer said, "Commander, I heard that Director Wang of this hospital is a famous beauty.

I will rush in and grab her and bring her to you personally."

Du Ziheng laughed and said, "You should all learn from him. This is me, Du Ziheng, a loyal and good subordinate."

Zhou Weiguo's scout, who was lying in ambush on the mountain, was a man who understood lip reading.

When he reported the situation to Zhou Weiguo, he also reported this passage.

Zhou Weiguo didn't care and sent the conversation verbatim to Suo Wuxing in Lieyanggou.

Before Suo Wuxing could put down the telescope in his hand, the communications officer brought him another piece of intelligence.

When he ran over, his face was full of indignation.

Seeing Wang Xiutao still standing there, he held the telegram and said nothing.

Suo Wuxing had already sensed his presence and said impatiently, "Report directly if you have anything to say. Dean Wang is not an outsider."

The staff officer said: "The intelligence source said that the 107th Division of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army acted quickly.

They have all entered the Lieyang Valley Road. Let us be ready to take action at any time."

Suo Wuxing saw through the telescope in his hand that the 107th Division suddenly stopped.

A mortar company emerged from their ranks.

They brought four 82mm Jin-made mortars and stopped by the roadside, setting up a mortar position.

The range of this mortar is quite good, and it can reach a distance of more than 2,800 meters.

Even if they encountered the Japanese Type 92 infantry gun, they would not necessarily suffer any loss.