Time travel! Regrets will never happen again!

Bullets flew everywhere for a while, and many soldiers standing between the two sides suffered great disasters. Zhang Tianding and others were well prepared, and they were in the majority.

Wang Tianming only had seven or eight officers equipped with pistols, but many of them were military academy students, and their fighting power and willpower were stronger than those of their opponents.

For a while, the two sides were mixed together and fought evenly, and the winner had not yet been determined.

When many soldiers on the periphery heard the gunshots, they immediately realized that something serious was happening and many of them fled in all directions.

However, most people chose to go to their own camps, where their most loyal companions were. As long as they had weapons in their hands, they would either continue to attack the Japanese or surrender to the puppet government in Nanjing.

They can all make their choices calmly instead of becoming victims of the conflict between the two sides as they are now.

The conflict grew as some soldiers who had rushed into the barracks to obtain weapons returned to join the battle.

The entire guerrilla camp of Guosu turned into a Shura hell, and the ferocious fighting between the two sides was chilling.

These are our own people, but one side is determined to surrender to the Japanese and become traitors, while the other side is determined to kill these bastards who betrayed the country.

After the bullets were used up, the soldiers on both sides picked up the wooden sticks on the ground and started to fight each other, using their fists, their mouths, and every other method they could to kill each other.

Wang Tianming was now lying on the ground with two bloody holes on his chest, from which blood was constantly oozing out.

Not far from him lay Zhang Tianding, the traitor who had been shot in the head from behind by his own people in the chaos.

At this moment, only half of the head was left, and white brain matter mixed with red flesh and blood was splattered all over the ground.

But no one cared about him anymore. Captain Feng Jian led his men to seize the most important arsenal, which made them the final winners of this conflict.

But after the conflict subsided, there were less than 500 guerrillas left standing out of the original 200 people.

Of course, not all of them died in the battle. Many people secretly left here after the conflict and disappeared in this cool mountain.

After the battle stopped, Captain Feng couldn't help but spit at these people while looking at the camp full of corpses.

"Bah! You guys are a bunch of bastards! They are all bad people."

Wang Tianming is arrogant. He relies on being a Whampoa student to look down on himself, the captain. Zhang Tianding is not a good person either.

This guy gathered a large number of low-level soldiers and officers to create his own independent little kingdom, and often disobeyed the orders of his captain.

It's better to die! No one will bother me anymore.

"Come here! Chop off the heads of these bastards! We are going to take them to the Locust Army to ask for a reward!"

Feng Jian gave orders to some of his loyal subordinates behind him that made everyone extremely frightened and chilled.

Many of the surviving guerrillas had already awakened from the excitement of the previous battle. The corpses in front of them were all their former comrades!

Why did it turn out like this! They already felt guilty and regretful, and after hearing the captain's horrifying words, they were so shocked that they dared not utter a word.

Gradually, many people began to retreat to the dense forest behind them. Following such a captain would only make them feel disheartened.

After all, he was once a colleague who stirred the trenches, but he didn't get any incense or praise after his death. Following such a leader, sooner or later he would sell him out silently.

After chopping off the heads of all the soldiers who died in the battle, Feng Jian reorganized his troops and planned to set out overnight to surrender to the Third Regiment of the Imperial Army at the agreed point.

It was found that there were originally more than 200 people, but now there are less than 140 people left.

"These bastards, I found a way for them to survive, but they don't know how to cherish it! Ugh!"

Thinking of those guys who just sneaked away, Feng Jian couldn't help cursing, and after cursing he spat out another mouthful of thick phlegm!

"Let's go! We don't have to live in this dark, hungry and full life anymore!"

After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the agreed place with the third group.

And those guerrilla soldiers who left on their own, planning to leave Qingliang Mountain in groups of three or four, were also a sad mountain for them.

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"Who are you? Come out!" Second Battalion Commander Li Yi was leading more than 200 men to an abandoned camp of the Eighth Route Army. At this moment, he saw a series of footprints on the snow not far away.

The footprints disappeared behind a bush, and he knew that the people must be hiding there.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot, let's get out!" As soon as the words fell, a voice was heard from behind.

"Throw away all the weapons in your hands, cover your head with both hands, and walk out slowly!" Li Yi saw that the other party was also speaking Chinese.

The suspicion of the Japanese scouts was ruled out, but for safety reasons they were still asked to disarm.

Don't ask him how he knew the other side had weapons, it was obvious! Everyone knew that the Japanese were sweeping the Qingliang Mountain area at the moment.

Apart from the Japanese troops and the 3rd Regiment of the Imperial Army, the only ones active here now are the Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas of Guosu.

Soon, three rifles and weapons bags containing bullets and grenades were thrown out from behind the bushes.

Then three soldiers in national army uniforms slowly walked out from behind the tree with their hands on their heads, looking very dejected.

There were bloodstains on the military uniforms. One of the soldiers had his arm hanging, and the gauze used to bandage the wound was stained with blood.

It turned out that these three people were members of the National Army guerrillas. After the battle, they learned that the captain was going to chop off the heads of the dead soldiers and take them to Japan to collect the reward.

This was unacceptable to them, so the three of them sneaked away while others were not paying attention, planning to go to the First War Zone to look for other National Army troops.

However, as they walked along, footprints on the snow exposed their whereabouts and they were discovered by the Second Battalion led by Li Yi.

After the three Nationalist soldiers explained everything that had happened there, Li Yi knew that the Nationalist guerrillas had already sent people to contact the regiment.

Such things must be made known to the regimental commander. Although our Third Regiment is a puppet army, it is extremely shameful to encounter such behavior of killing our own brothers and even destroying their bodies after they died in battle.

The officers and soldiers of the Second Battalion also demanded that these bastards who massacred their comrades and demanded rewards with their comrades' heads must be severely punished.

Li Yi immediately reported the news to the regiment commander via the radio, and the specific decision still needs to be made by the regiment commander.

However, based on Li Yi's understanding of the regiment commander, these guys who surrendered with their comrades' heads down the mountain will definitely not have a good ending.

At this moment, Wang Chun was meeting with representatives of the 772nd Regiment of the Eighth Route Army in the regiment headquarters. Of course, these people did not blatantly wear the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army.

Like Wang Chun and his men, they were wearing the uniforms of the Japanese puppet army, and came here under the banner of the logistics team of the Third Regiment of the Imperial Army, driving several mule carts.

Because Wang Chun promised them that if they gave up several camps, he would compensate the 772nd Regiment with some supplies and equipment.

"Thank you very much, Captain Wang! I wish our cooperation this time will be successful in advance!" A staff officer from the 772nd Regiment shook Wang Chun's hands and expressed his heartfelt gratitude to this patriotic soldier lurking in the Japanese camp.

不感谢不行了，这一次王淳给他们772团的好东西太多，迫击炮3门、掷弹筒5门、还有100多杆38步枪、10挺歪把子机枪，以及大批的弹药和食物。

These supplies filled up the six mule carts that arrived, but that was not the most important thing. The puppet army commander also gave the Eighth Route Army the most scarce medicines.

Antibiotic drugs, a drug called penicillin (also known as penicillin), and their usage were explained.

With nearly 10 kilograms of powdered penicillin, thousands of wounded and sick people could be saved. How could Staff Officer Xie not be excited and hold the other party's hands tightly and express his gratitude continuously?