Age of Rebirth

Chapter Two Hundred and Eight

A small group of devils were not on guard at all, all of them were loose, and the queue was quite long, as if they were traveling in the wild.

Tang Qiuli hinted that the soldiers should be prepared. From this captured soldier, they could get the exact news from Xiaoling and the others. In this direction, only the troops responsible for blocking and covering the wounded would be better if it was Xiaoling. , unfortunately not.

A gust of cool wind blew from the bushes on both sides, and a dozen figures rushed into the queue of devils. There was no suspense. Only three of the devils in a small group survived, including the small leader. This was Tang Qiu. The survivors who were left on purpose, and the rest were killed in the blink of an eye. To deal with a small group of devils, it couldn't be easier for ten fighters, not to mention this terrifying "crazy tiger".

Shan Hu killed eight or nine devils by himself, without firing a single shot during the whole process. When the captured soldier suddenly saw his comrades in arms, he couldn't hold it anymore and passed out in ecstasy. [

The first thing he said when he woke up was: "Commander, hurry up and reinforce Dean Zhang, they are very dangerous!" From the soldier's mouth, he understood what happened.

Dean Zhang led more than 100 soldiers, and attracted all the devils from a brigade to her direction. She led the soldiers to fight and retreat, and the devils bit them tightly. In the dark night, the battle was extremely fierce. I don't know the direction. When I see the scenery clearly, the team is already in a desperate situation. There is a cliff in front of me, which is dark and bottomless.

The troops fought desperately against thousands of devils at this place. They knew that there was no way out, and none of the soldiers was a coward. Those captured by the devils, before he passed out, the rest of the fighters were still fighting.

This soldier finished speaking so many words in one breath, his original bright eyes gradually dimmed, and the strength that supported his mental and physical strength disappeared, and when he was dying, he was still muttering about reinforcements, reinforcements.

Putting down the still-warm body of his comrades-in-arms, Tang Qiuli stood in front of the three captured devils. His eyes were so cold that he wanted to kill him, but he just asked the team leader: "When did the battle end? What about your troops?" Time to evacuate?"

The devil's captain was struggling desperately, with a fierce green light in his desperate eyes, and he was still yelling loudly, what kind of pig, despicable, will work secretly, the warriors of the imperial army are not afraid of death.

Tang Qiuli hated the face of the Japanese the most, it was disgusting to look at, he didn't even have the time to listen to a word, he waved his hand at Shan Hu, "click", the team leader's face was flattened by Shan Hu's punch , blood mixed with brain, slowly flowing out, the whole head, like a rotten watermelon.

The soldiers directly under the guard were already used to the amazing actions of the captain. The two captured devils, who had seen such a bloody and violent scene, collapsed at that time, their eyes were as dull as dead fish, and they opened their eyes wide. Mouth closed, panting violently.

When Tang Qiuli's murderous gaze turned to them, the coldness in that gaze almost made their blood freeze, and the fear from the bottom of their hearts made their teeth chatter uncontrollably.

Before Tang Qiuli could ask questions, the two devils were captured and confused, so they explained everything that happened.

Their team, under the orders of their superiors, is responsible for sending this captured soldier of the Bloody Hands to the headquarters of the Kwantung Army. This is the first time a prisoner of the Bloody Hands has been caught. The higher authorities attach great importance to it. It is time for them to leave the battlefield. Fight Still going on.

These Chinese soldiers were brave and tenacious enough. They would rather die than surrender. Their firepower was very fierce. With just a few troops, they beat a brigade and thousands of imperial troops to the ground, and hundreds of soldiers fell under their guns. The two devils were captured, and as they spoke, there was still a look of horror and disbelief on their faces. In Manchuria, they had never seen such a Chinese.

When Tang Qiuli arrived at the battlefield, the battlefield was completely silent. The devils had already evacuated here. The air was filled with a pungent burnt smell. Several piles of burnt ashes were probably used by the devils when they cremated the dead soldiers' bodies.

On the hillside, there are many scars, a few wisps of fire, and still lingering smoke. The ground is a thick shell, and the gravel blown up by the violent explosion is piled up on the slope. fighting.

The remains of more than 100 soldiers maintained their fighting postures during their lifetime. Some soldiers, whose legs had been blown off, still kept shooting. Some soldiers were stabbed in the chest by several bayonets, with their eyes wide open. Glaring at the front, there are many soldiers who have been blasted to pieces, only their stumps and broken arms can be seen.

The fortifications of the army were razed to the ground by the devil's artillery. All the soldiers, no matter what their remains looked like, their wounds were all on their chests.

Seeing this scene, Shanhu and the other soldiers lowered their heads in pain with tears in their eyes. Tang Qiuli felt a sharp pain in his heart. Hu, hurriedly supported him.

He forced himself to calm down. Suddenly, Tang Qiuli slammed the mountain tiger and rushed up the hill like crazy. He searched the entire battlefield and looked through every body. He didn't find Xiaoling, not even a trace.

The autumn wind in the afternoon brushed over his sculpture-like body, standing on the edge of the cliff, his eyes cast into the bottom of the unfathomable cliff, as far as he could see, among the misty clouds, it was just like his current blank mood, desperate, sad, yet Don't give up the last ray of hope. [

After spending a whole day, they arrived at the valley. In the valley, there was a fast-flowing river with rolling waves, rushing to the east. On the grass by the river, Tang Qiuli found a pistol. In Germany, he specially ordered a Browning Hi-Power pistol for his beloved. With this gun, Xiaoling killed the bandit leader Liu Heiqi.

Everything is like the story that happened yesterday, right in front of his eyes. Now, the gun is there, but the person is missing. This is the only thing Xiaoling left for him. Except for the photo, the body of the gun seems to still carry Xiaoling's body temperature. There was a bullet in the chamber.

I searched a large area nearby, but there is still no trace. In Tang Qiuli's heart, there is a strong wish. If the lover is not dead, she must be injured or run away. If Xiaoling's body is not seen on the battlefield, then It cannot be proved that she has abandoned herself and left alone.

As night fell, Tang Qiuli dragged his almost numb body back to the place where he found the pistol. He searched the vicinity for a long time, carefully went under every tree, and shouted hoarsely. Except for the echo of the valley, it was the passing autumn wind. , Many times, he seemed to hear Xiaoling's weak response. He couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or reality. Later, every birch tree reflected by the sunset turned into the figure of his lover Pingting, and every gust of wind It was her deep calling.

When Shanhu saw Tang Qiuli, he was already in a trance, and he dragged him out of the forest with great effort. The bonfire was lit, and in the deep valley, the nearby darkness was driven away. The pine forest, as thick as ink, hummed in the evening wind.

The repeated disappointments almost drained Tang Qiuli's energy. He sat blankly by the fire, and Shan Hu looked at Tang Qiuli worriedly. The guards were guarding from a distance. He knew very well that Xiao Qiu's current thinking is already in a semi-chaotic state. Xiao Ling's mysterious disappearance has hit him too hard. A man who is about to become a father suddenly lost everything. Xiao Qiu is not yet 20 years old!

Shan Hu asked the operator to report the situation here to the base truthfully, including Tang Qiuli's current mental state. He was really worried that if Xiao Qiu continued like this, he would completely collapse mentally.

The base is very anxious, and an exception has been activated. The top-secret intelligence network that can only be used in extraordinary situations, and the most hidden intelligence agents, must find out in the shortest possible time whether the units of the Kwantung Army are near Baishi Mountain and Huangni River. , captured a woman.

At dawn, Shanhu led six guards and searched downstream along the river. He left four of Tang Qiuli behind, and ordered the remaining guards to take coercive measures if they found that the commander was acting abnormally. Protecting the commander's safety was the top priority, and he was really worried, fearing that Tang Qiuli would do something stupid.

Shanhu's worries are unnecessary. Ever since Shanhu and the others left, Tang Qiuli just sat there blankly, staring blankly at the distant sky, neither eating nor drinking. The guards were all worried that the commander was not Obsessed, crazy?

These guards have worked by Tang Qiuli's side for a long time, so they naturally understand the relationship between him and Xiaoling very well. They can't wait to exchange their lives for Dean Zhang, the sunny boy they regard as a god. , like a lifeless body, despite the autumn wind in the forest and the sun in the sky blowing and drying, they can even feel that the vitality of the commander is gradually withering and passing away.

With tears in their eyes, these strong fighters built a hut for him to protect him from the wind and sun, and guarded their commander faithfully and distressedly.

During this period, Tang Qiuli only did one thing. He found a sunny hillside by the Huangni River, buried the sacrificed soldiers there, and erected a tall tombstone with the inscription: "Anti-Japanese Blood" The tomb of the martyrs sacrificed by the fourth detachment of the hand regiment! The commander of the anti-Japanese blood hand regiment Xueshou Qiuli stood with blood in his eyes, autumn of the 23rd year of the Republic of China”

Afterwards, he just didn't eat or drink, didn't sleep or rest, and sat blankly in the straw shed. The guards didn't dare to disturb him. Several times, they tried to persuade the commander to eat something, but they were met by Tang Qiuli's cold eyes. , was forced back, and from the commander's gaze, the guards felt the bone-chilling chill and dead silence.

A few days later, the mountain tiger came back. This iron-clad man was exhausted, his eye sockets were sunken, his hair was like a mess of grass, and his clothes were blown open. Not much better.

They searched downstream along the river, hoping to find something, but after searching for nearly a hundred miles, they found nothing, so they had to return disappointed.