Age of Conquest Reborn

Chapter 208: Farewell forever (4)

A small group of Japanese soldiers were not alert at all. They were all loose and stretched out in a long queue, as if they were on a wild outing.

Tang Qiuli hinted that the soldiers should be prepared. From this captured soldier, we can get exact information about Xiaoling and the others. In this direction, the only force responsible for blocking and covering the wounded is Xiaoling.

, unfortunately not.

A gust of cool wind blew from the bushes on both sides, and more than a dozen figures rushed into the queue of Japs. There was no suspense. Only three Japs from a small team survived, including the team leader. This was Tang Qiuli.

The ones who were deliberately left alive were killed in the blink of an eye. Dealing with a small group of Japanese soldiers couldn't be easier for ten soldiers, not to mention this terrifying "Mad Tiger".

Shan Hu himself killed 10 Japanese soldiers without firing a single shot in the whole process. The captured soldier suddenly saw his comrades and was so ecstatic that he could no longer hold on and passed out.

The first thing he said when he woke up was: "Commander, go quickly to reinforce Dean Zhang, they are in danger." From the soldier's mouth, he learned what happened.

Dean Zhang led more than a hundred soldiers and attracted a large group of Japanese soldiers in her direction. She led the soldiers to fight and retreat, but the Japanese soldiers held them tightly. In the dark night, the battle was extremely fierce.

They couldn't tell the direction clearly. When they saw the scenery clearly, the team was already at a dead end. In front of them was a cliff, dark and bottomless.

It was here that the troops engaged in a desperate battle with thousands of Japanese soldiers. Knowing that there was no way out, none of the soldiers was a coward. Although they suffered heavy casualties, they refused to retreat and inflicted heavy casualties on the Japanese soldiers. It was after he was injured and fell into coma that he was killed.

The Japs captured him, but before he passed out, the remaining soldiers were still fighting.

After this warrior said so many words in one breath, his originally bright eyes gradually dimmed, and the strength that supported his mental and physical strength disappeared. As he lay dying, he was still muttering about reinforcements, reinforcements.

Putting down the still-warming bodies of his comrades, Tang Qiuli walked in front of the three captured Japanese soldiers. His eyes were so cold as to kill, and he just asked the squad leader: "When did the battle end? Who are your troops?"

Time to evacuate?”

This Japanese squad leader was struggling desperately, with a fierce green light in his desperate eyes, and he was still shouting loudly, "What a pig, despicable, he can work in secret, the warriors of the imperial army are not afraid of death."

Tang Qiuli hated the Japanese face the most. It was disgusting to look at it. He didn't even have the time to listen to a word. He waved his hand to Shan Hu and "clicked". The squad leader's face was flattened by Shan Hu's punch.

, blood mixed with brain matter slowly flowed out, and the whole head looked like a rotten watermelon.

The soldiers directly under the guard were used to the captain's astonishing actions. The two captured Japanese soldiers had seen such a scene, which was very bloody and violent. They collapsed at that time, their eyes were as dull as dead fish, and they were wide open

He pursed his lips and gasped violently.

When Tang Qiuli's murderous eyes turned towards them, the coldness of his eyes almost made their blood freeze, and the fear in their hearts made their teeth rattle uncontrollably.

Before Tang Qiuli could ask questions, the two Japanese prisoners explained everything that had happened in a confusing manner.

Their team, under the orders of their superiors, was responsible for sending this captured Blood Hands soldier to the Kwantung Army headquarters. This was the first time that a prisoner of the Blood Hands was captured. The higher-ups attached great importance to it. It was time for them to leave the battlefield and fight.

Still going on.

These Chinese soldiers were brave and tenacious. They would rather die than surrender. Their firepower was very ferocious. With such a small force, they were able to defeat a brigade of several thousand imperial troops, unable to move even an inch. Hundreds of soldiers fell under their guns. This

As the two Japanese prisoners spoke, there was a look of horror and disbelief on their faces. They had never seen such Chinese people in Manchuria.

When Tang Qiuli rushed to the battlefield, the battlefield was silent. The Japs had already evacuated. The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning. Several piles of burned ashes were probably used by the Japs when they cremated the corpses of dead soldiers.

The hillside was riddled with bullet marks, a few wisps of residual fire, and lingering smoke. The ground was covered with thick empty bullet casings. The rubble blown up by the violent explosion filled the slopes, silently telling the story of this tragic incident.

fighting.

The remains of more than a hundred soldiers maintained the fighting postures they had during their lifetimes. Some soldiers had their legs blown off, but they still looked like they were shooting. Some soldiers had their chests stabbed by several bayonets, with their eyes wide open.

Staring angrily ahead, there were many soldiers who had been blown to pieces by artillery shells, and only their stumps and broken arms could be seen.

The army's defensive fortifications were razed to the ground by Japanese artillery shells. No matter what the bodies of all the soldiers looked like, their wounds were all on their chests.

Seeing this scene, Shan Hu and other soldiers lowered their heads in pain with tears in their eyes. Tang Qiuli's heart felt a sharp pain. His vision went dark, his body shook a few times, and he could hardly hold on. Shan Hu beside him

Tiger, help him quickly.

He forced himself to calm down. Suddenly, Tang Qiuli pushed away the mountain tiger and rushed up the hillside like crazy. He searched the entire battlefield and looked through every body. Xiaoling was not found, not even the slightest trace.

The autumn wind in the afternoon passed over his sculpture-like body. He stood on the edge of the cliff and cast his gaze into the bottom of the unfathomable cliff. As far as he could see, the misty clouds and mist were just like his confused mood now, despair, sadness, but yet...

Don't give up the last glimmer of hope.

It took them a whole day to reach the valley. In the valley, there was a fast-flowing river with rolling waves, rushing towards the east. On the grass beside the river, Tang Qiuli found a pistol, which was

In Germany, he specially ordered a Browning high-power pistol for his beloved. With this gun, Xiaoling killed the gangster Liu Heiqi.

Everything is like the story that happened yesterday, right before his eyes. Now, the gun is there, but the person is missing. This is the only thing Xiaoling left for him. In addition to the photos, the gun seems to still have Xiaoling's body temperature.

There was still a bullet in the chamber.

After searching a large area nearby, there was still no trace. In Tang Qiuli's heart, he had a strong wish. His lover was not dead. She must have been injured or escaped. Xiaoling's body was not seen on the battlefield.

It cannot prove that she has abandoned him and gone away alone.

As night fell, Tang Qiuli dragged his almost numb body back to the place where the pistol was found. He searched nearby for a long time, carefully going under every tree, shouting until his voice became hoarse. In addition to the echo of the valley, it was the passing autumn wind.

, many times, he seemed to hear Xiaoling's weak response, and he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or reality. Later, every birch tree illuminated by the sunset turned into the figure of his lover Pingting, and every gust of wind

Every time the child blows, it is her deep call.

When Shanhu saw Tang Qiuli, he was already in a trance. It took a lot of effort to drag him out of the forest. A bonfire was lit in the deep valley, driving away the darkness nearby, and the distance was like ink.

The dense pine forest hums in the evening breeze.

The disappointments again and again almost drained Tang Qiuli's energy. He sat blankly by the fire. Shanhu looked at Tang Qiuli worriedly. The guards were on guard in the distance. He knew very well that the little

Qiu's thinking is now in a semi-chaotic state. Xiaoling's mysterious disappearance has dealt a huge blow to him. A man who is about to be a father suddenly loses everything. Xiaoqiu is not yet twenty years old.

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

The base is very anxious and has activated top-secret intelligence that can only be used in emergency situations. The most hidden intelligence agents must find out in the shortest possible time whether the Kwantung Army units are near Baishi Mountain and Huangni River.

Capture a woman.

At dawn, Shan Hu led six guards to search downstream along the river. He left four people with Tang Qiuli and ordered the remaining guards to stay. If the commander found out that there was something unusual, coercive measures could be taken.

Protecting the commander's safety was his top priority, but he was really uneasy and afraid that Tang Qiuli would do something stupid.

Shan Hu's worries were unnecessary. Ever since Shan Hu and the others left, Tang Qiuli just sat there blankly, looking blankly at the distant sky, neither eating nor drinking. The guards were worried that the commander was not

Obsessed, are you crazy?

These guards, who had been working beside Tang Qiuli for a long time, naturally understood the relationship between him and Xiaoling very well. They wished they could use their lives to exchange for Dean Zhang, the boy they regarded as god-like and sunny.

, like a lifeless body, no matter how the autumn wind in the forest and the sun in the sky blow and bask in, they can even feel that the commander's vitality is gradually withering and passing away.

These strong soldiers, with tears in their eyes, built a hut to protect him from the wind and sun, and guarded their commander with heartbroken loyalty.

During this period, Tang Qiuli only did one thing. He found a sunny hillside by the Huangni River, buried the fallen soldiers there, and erected a tall tombstone with the inscription: "Anti-Japanese Blood"

At the tomb of the martyrs of the four detachments of the Anti-Japanese Bloody Hands, Qiu Li, the commander of the Anti-Japanese Bloody Hands, stood with blood in his eyes, crying in the autumn of the 23rd year of the Republic of China.

After that, he just didn't eat or drink, stayed awake, and sat blankly in the thatched shed. The guards didn't dare to disturb him. Several times, they tried to persuade the commander to eat something, but they were met with Tang Qiuli's cold eyes.

, were forced back, and from the commander's eyes, the guards felt the bone-chilling coldness and deathly silence.

A few days later, Shan Hu returned. This tough man's face was full of exhaustion, his eye sockets were sunken, and his head was like a tangled grass. The clothes on his body were scratched with holes. Several soldiers he led were not in good condition either.

Where to go.

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

(To be continued)

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