Traveling through 1937, starting from the Battle of Songhu

Inoue Taro didn't know what to say. Yamazaki's squadron returned, and Sakata's squadron was completely destroyed.

When did the imperial soldiers become so useless?

He couldn't believe that hundreds of people went out and only dozens came back.

"Lian, Lieutenant Commander, what should we do now?"

Masao Numata didn't know what to say at this time. The machine gun squadron and the artillery squadron were gone.

Only one of the four infantry squadrons was left intact. What can you say?

Taro Inoue suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a mistake. So many soldiers were lost. How could he explain to his superiors?

Although the prisoner-of-war camp was attacked, he led his troops out without the permission of his superiors.

The battle that was originally thought to be over quickly has now become a dilemma.

"Your Excellency, the Captain?" Masao Numata spoke again.

Inoue Taro was awakened by the sound, his face pale as he said, "Where is the Shimokawa Brigade?"

Numata Masao replied: "I just received the news. They will arrive in an hour."

"What? Another hour?"

Inoue Taro felt that a long time had passed, but he didn't expect that only two hours had passed.

"Evacuate, evacuate immediately."

Inoue Taro ordered that if they did not retreat now, if that person attacked, they would be in danger.

"Hi!"

Masao Numata agreed and went to make the arrangements.

Liu Dazhuang had been staring at the Japanese, and when he saw them packing up, he was immediately happy.

"Captain Zhou, the Japs are retreating."

Zhou Qianli smiled and nodded. He had just discovered that the Japanese had fled out of the woods in a panic and were now preparing to retreat, which proved that they had won the battle in the woods.

"Someone, go inform Changfeng and the others that the Japanese have retreated."

Zhou Qianli gave the order calmly, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

They won another battle and killed more and more Japanese devils. How could they not be happy!

Not long after, Gu Changfeng received the news. After thinking for a moment, he said to the messenger, "Tell Lao Zhou to take the supplies. It's time for us to evacuate!"

Zhao Ziqing asked curiously, "Aren't you going to rest here for a while? Are you going to retreat now?"

Gu Changfeng shook his head and said, "The Japanese have a strong desire for revenge. If they transfer the flying squadron here, we will be finished."

"For safety's sake, let's retreat!"

Zhao Ziqing thought about it and felt that this was the truth, so he said, "Okay, we will follow you anyway."

A few hours of fighting is enough to prove your strength, there is no need to worry about it anymore.

Following Gu Changfeng to fight the Japanese is more comfortable than being in the Central Army. Now he doesn't want to leave.

Half an hour later, Zhou Qianli arrived at the foot of the mountain with the remaining supplies.

Gu Changfeng looked at the bags of food, canned food, and a large pile of weapons, and suddenly felt a headache.

Although it was enough food for the Japanese and the prisoners of war for three days, it was a lot when piled up, and these people had no way to deal with it.

You know, there are also weapons and ammunition.

The quartermaster Wan Chenghai jumped out and said with a smile.

"We've made a huge harvest these past two days, and it's all here. We'll count them when we get back!"

Gu Changfeng stroked his forehead and said, "There are so many. We are less than 400 people, and there are wounded soldiers. How can we move them?"

A group of national army soldiers also gathered around. Looking at the abundant supplies, everyone was secretly amazed. They had always been short of supplies, and now they were also stunned.

Zhou Qianli came over with a map and said, "We can't go back the same way. We don't know how far the Japanese have gone. It would be difficult to deal with them if we ran into them."

Gu Changfeng took the map, looked at it for a while and said, "Let's go through the forest. Judging from the distance, it's about fifty miles out of the mountain."

Zhao Ziqing also came over to take a look, then said, "Let's make a quick decision! Ammunition is consumable, let's take it away. Each of us should carry two Type 38 rifles."

"As for food..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Changfeng interrupted and said, "Each of you take two days' rations, and I'll take care of the rest. You can leave first later."

"Old Huang, you lead the team and take care of the wounded. Don't move anything."

Huang Zhengkui nodded and said, "No problem, firepower team, follow me."

In an instant, more than 20 people came out. The battle in the morning reduced the number of casualties, and now there are only this many left!

Huang Zhengkui led the team to cut some branches, and the soldiers who were free began to help, and it was completed in a short while.

Now they have no medical personnel, so they can only simply bandage the injured soldiers. Whether they can survive depends on fate.

Zhou Qianli said: "Okay, everyone hurry up."

Even with everyone working together, it still took more than 20 minutes to complete the distribution.

Finally, Gu Changfeng let everyone go first, and he lingered behind for a while. Seeing that everyone had gone far away, he secretly put the remaining supplies into the space and quickly caught up with the team.

In fact, there are not many. Most of the bullets are taken with them. After cleaning up the guns, there are only more than 150 guns left, and more than kilograms of food left. But it is better than nothing, so Gu Changfeng doesn't mind it and just puts it aside for now.

On the way, the joyful atmosphere did not diminish. After winning the battle, although they had to travel through mountains and rivers and carry heavy objects, everyone was in good spirits.

After this battle, the Kuomintang soldiers completely identified with Gu Changfeng's team and quickly integrated with each other.

.........

Taro Inoue's convoy did not stop, but drove straight towards the base. Half an hour later, the two convoys met.

When the captain of the Shimokawa Brigade saw Inoue Taro's convoy, he was shocked and got out of the car and ran to Inoue Taro.

He saluted respectfully and said, "Your Excellency, Commander, I have been ordered to come here. Please give me your instructions."

Colonel Shimokawa was still a little nervous as he spoke.

Inoue Taro's face was gloomy. He paused for a moment and then slowly said, "Let Numata-kun come over."

After a moment, Inoue Taro continued, "Shimokawa-kun, Numata-kun, the Chinese over there are now in your care. Make sure not a single one is left alive."

"Hi!"

The two men answered at the same time and retreated respectfully.

Taro Inoue had no intention of going back and directly ordered the convoy to return to the base.

At this time, he was no longer in the mood to care about the Chinese. A battalion was crippled, and he was largely responsible.

If he can't handle it in time, then his position as the wing commander will be over.

As expected, Colonel Shimokawa came back empty-handed, as the prisoner-of-war camp was deserted.

Numata Masao said, "Shimokawa-kun, send someone to search the woods immediately. The Chinese can't have gotten far."

He now felt a little regretful that he had not left any surveillance personnel.

Upon hearing this, Colonel Shimokawa immediately ordered his subordinates to start searching the mountains and forests.

Then, he looked at Numata Masao and asked, "Numata-kun, what's going on? Why is the captain..."

Masao Numata gave a wry smile and said, "The Chinese we encountered today have very strong firepower. The Empire has suffered heavy losses this time. Your position as the commander of the regiment may be in jeopardy..."

"How is this possible? With the weapons that the Chinese soldiers have, how can they possibly defeat the imperial warriors?" Colonel Shimokawa's face was full of shock.

Masao Numata explained, "The commander brought a large group last night, and now only about 300 people have returned, less than two squadrons of soldiers."

"Besides, the Chinese don't have many troops."

"In fact, we made a mistake. If we had concentrated our artillery fire at the beginning, we wouldn't have ended up like this."

He still feels a little regretful when he thinks about it now. It was a huge mistake!

Colonel Shimokawa was also speechless. A mistake led to a battalion being crippled, and he didn't know what to say.

I feel a bit angry at them for not fighting back.