The War of Resistance

The 145th Regiment of the 25th Division was the last to withdraw from the position, and they were the ones guarding the flank positions.

More than half of their regiment had suffered casualties. Since the reinforcements failed to arrive in time, they could only retreat under the unified arrangement of the division headquarters.

Because they were afraid of being discovered by the Japanese army when they retreated, they naturally took extra care when retreating, neither showing light nor making loud noises.

But even so, it is impossible for hundreds of people to march in the dark without making any noise. There are rustling footsteps, the clash of weapons, and occasionally soldiers slipping and falling on the mountain road.

The entire 17th Army fought the Japanese army at Gubeikou this time, and the Nationalist government issued a death order to defend the Japanese army from Gubeikou.

You must know that the front line of the Great Wall is the gateway to North China. If the first line of the Great Wall falls into the hands of the Japanese army, then the Japanese army can spy on Beiping.

In the eyes of someone in the current national government, the three northeastern provinces and even the fourth northeastern provinces can be lost. After all, it is not their own territory, but if the Japanese army attacks Beiping, it will threaten their own safety.

How can the 17th Army, as the direct line of the Nanjing government, not give up life and death.

Isn't that what war is all about? It doesn't mean that if you are not afraid of death, you will definitely win the battle. The entire 25th Division on the front line of Gubeikou has already suffered heavy casualties, knowing that it will be useless to resist, so you can only withdraw to save the strength of the 25th Division.

No matter what happens in the future, this time the 25th Division also lost the battle, and the 145th Regiment naturally also lost the battle.

Although they are now retreating to Nantianmen, which is 30 miles away from Gubeikou in the south, the first line of the Great Wall has finally been lost, that is to say, the longest pass mountain that has guarded the Central Plains since ancient times is lost. The enemy is no longer able to serve the country, so how can the survivors not feel heavy?

In this heavy atmosphere, the troops have been marching for more than an hour. The last soldier in the last company of the 145th regiment couldn't help but look back at the dark twilight when he followed the troops.

The night was deep, and it was pitch black everywhere, and the Guanshan Mountain had already melted into the darkness.

The reason why he looked back was only thinking about those comrades who had already died in battle, and now there was only one class left in their platoon.

Although he has no culture, but in two days, those who used to be so vivid in front of him are separated from him, how can he not feel sad?

But just as he turned his head, he suddenly heard a certain voice behind him.

No way? Hearing the voice behind him, he couldn't help but tremble.

He was the last one when he withdrew from the position, so how could there be other voices behind him?

Are you haunted? But the soldier's first thought when he heard the voice behind him, but then he denied his opinion.

To say that before he joined the army, he really believed that there were ghosts in this world.

But after he experienced the war, especially after the battle with the Japanese army this time, he no longer believes that there are ghosts in this world.

If there are ghosts in this world, then there are no ghosts floating around on the flank where he has been defending for the past two days!

Thinking of this, he stopped his footsteps and listened again. This time he was right, there were indeed footsteps behind him.

Didn't the little devil catch up again?

Thinking of this, he quickly turned around and trotted forward.

He just ran a few steps before colliding with the person in front of him.

"What are you doing? Hands and feet!" The person who was hit scolded him in a low voice.

That was a platoon leader of their company, and also the highest remaining officer of their company.

"Platoon Leader Sun, listen, there is a voice from behind! Could it be the little devil following up?" The soldier quickly reported in a low voice.

As soon as the platoon leader Sun heard what he said, he stopped in his tracks and began to listen. Sure enough, he heard faint footsteps on the mountain they had just passed not far away.

"It's okay, the sentry from Mao'ershan should be back!" The platoon leader Sun guessed, and then he scolded the soldier, "Where did the Japanese devils come from? Do you think those little Japanese dare to fight us at night?"

"Oh", the soldier stopped talking, so he followed the troops to move on.

He knew about Mao'er Mountain, because when he was guarding his position for the past two days, he also heard gunshots coming from the direction of Mao'er Mountain.

He knew that when the battle was about to start, the regiment sent a checkpoint consisting of seven people in the direction of Mao'er Mountain.

But those seven people were not from their company.

And just before dark, he also saw soldiers sneaking towards Mao'er Mountain, which was to call the checkpoint to retreat.

Since the platoon leader said that he was one of his own people, and that there was such a thing, the soldier felt relieved and went on a night walk with the main force.

As the team moved forward, the footsteps behind them became closer and closer, but at this moment, the soldier felt something was wrong again.

What does he think is wrong?

He suddenly felt that the sound of footsteps was wrong. This is a mountainous area. When walking, it is a mountain road, and sometimes it is inevitable that the mountain road is rocky.

Different shoes make different sounds when walking on mountain roads.

For example, the shoes worn by the soldiers of the 145th regiment were all rubber-soled shoes. The shoes were relatively comfortable to wear, very light, and the soles were moderately soft and hard, and they made a rustling sound when walking on the mountain road.

But now he heard the sound of "dang dang" in the footsteps behind him, as if the sound of metal hitting a stone slab.

Although the sound was not very loud, he was sure that it was definitely not the sound of rubber-soled shoes stepping on stones.

"Platoon Leader Sun, that's wrong!" the soldier greeted the officer again.

"What's wrong?" the platoon leader Sun asked a little annoyed.

"Listen to the sound from behind, why doesn't it sound like our shoes stepping on stones?" the soldier hurriedly reported.

"Huh?" As soon as the soldier said that, the platoon leader Sun also stopped and began to listen.

After listening for a while, his face changed slightly in the darkness.

This soldier can't be blamed for being suspicious. The "Dangdang" sound mixed with the footsteps behind him is by no means the sound that the soldiers of their 25th Division can make.

The sound is more similar to the sound of leather boots with heels stepping on stones.

But he judged at the beginning that the soldiers who chased after him were from the Maoershan checkpoint, which was wrong!

A total of 7 people went there, all ordinary soldiers, how could any of them wear leather boots?

Thinking of this, the platoon leader Sun felt a warning sign, he whispered a word to the soldier, and he hurried forward.

But the footsteps of those chasing the large troops behind did not stop because of this, but they were still coming forward, and at this time the soldier had already raised the rifle in his hand.

In matters of life and death, it is better to be careful!

A few minutes later, amidst the chasing footsteps behind, there was a sudden shout from the front: "Stop and don't move! If you dare to move, we will shoot! Which part is it?"

The sound of footsteps behind stopped abruptly, and then someone replied loudly: "Don't shoot your own people!"

"Which (lǎ) is yours?" Someone shouted again in the darkness.

Even my own people have a bad smell in their accent!

The 145th regiment belongs to the 25th division, and the 25th division belongs to the 17th army. Most of their soldiers come from the south.

The accent of southerners is naturally different from that of northerners. It is normal for them to call grandma "lǎilǎi" and drinks as drinking urine.

There is nothing ridiculous about this, China has a large population and many dialects!

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, we belong to the Northeast Army!" At this moment, someone from behind answered loudly, but it was Old Mao Wang's voice, Shang Zhen and the others finally caught up.

Shang Zhen and the others are very lucky.

They came over from the flank position, just in time for the 25th Division to have withdrawn from the position, so they did not fall into the double-team of the enemy and us.

They think they should be the last batch of soldiers to go back, so they feel lucky, but are they really the last batch?