The War of Resistance - #1582 - Chapter 1574: 'We don't have time to grieve'

Leng Xiaozhi took the **** and met the guerrillas in Weishan Town.

She brought back dozens of people and the guerrillas still had dozens of people, so nearly a hundred people crowded into a large courtyard in darkness.

But when the guerrillas asked other people, how could Leng Xiaozhi answer? Her expression turned dejected.

When he went out, there were more than twenty guerrillas, and when he came back, he only brought back Xiao Axe and Sun Bao’er.

Also coming back with him was a squad of the Northeastern Army. The squad leader was Guo Baoyou, who was specially sent by Qiu Bo to **** them.

There were so many people that Qiu Bo didn’t send, and it wasn’t because Qiu Bo didn’t want to send them. It was because the Japanese army had too many troops, and Qiu Bo’s blocking task was too heavy. Normally, they had too much time to take care of themselves, let alone others?

Among the guerrillas, all the men brought by Leng Xiaozhi, except for the three who came back, died, and this did not include the platoon lost in the Shang Zhen camp and the casualties that were likely to occur again after Qiu Bo broke off.

Seeing Leng Xiao’s childish and frustrated expression without saying a word, the team members knew that something was wrong. When Sun Baoer softly told the team members about the situation, some team members shed tears. That was because he was among the people who died in the battle. Brother.

At this moment, someone walked up to Leng Xiaozhi.

Even though Leng Xiaozhi was in a bad mood, when he saw the man coming, he quickly stood up and called “chief”.

Yes, that person is the highest-ranking person among the people she escorts. She must call him “chief”. As for where the chief will go in any of his duties, this is not what she should ask.

The chief, who is in his forties, looks like an ordinary person and does not have that tall and majestic image.

But the leader only said a few words, which made the guerrillas who also looked depressed feel respectful.

He said: “Comrades, I am a person who climbed snow-capped mountains and crossed grasslands.”

The Northeastern Army members of Guo Baoyou’s class may not understand what climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands means, but the guerrillas all understand.

Climbing snowy mountains and crossing grasslands represents an experience, and it also represents that he has experienced hardships that others like them have never experienced, so he can be called an old Red Army.

Although after the Kuomintang and the Communist Party cooperated, the Red Army had become the Eighth Route Army.

“We have sacrificed many comrades this time, and even the Northeast Army has sacrificed many brothers, so I understand your feelings.

It was like seeing many of my close comrades fall from the cliffs of snow-capped mountains and be swallowed up by the quagmire on the grass during the Long March. They finally fell down while walking because of hunger and never got up again.

But I am still living strong and fighting hard to live for our beliefs.

Keep moving, comrades, we don’t have time to grieve! “

When the chief said, “We don’t have time to grieve,” he looked into Leng Xiaozhi’s eyes.

We don’t have time to be sad, Leng Xiaozhi chewed these words slowly.

If as a revolutionary, she has a fire in her heart, sometimes the setbacks she encounters will make the fire in her dying.

But the chief’s words, “There is no time to be sad,” cheered her up again.

Yes, we don’t have time to grieve. Revolutionaries come one after another. Those in front fall down. Aren’t those behind marching on the corpses of their predecessors?

Leng Xiaozhi began to think about what to do next, but at this moment something unexpected happened, and they heard a “pop” gunshot not far away!

Leng Xiaozhi couldn’t figure out what was going on, so he raised his legs and ran in the direction of the gunshot.

When Leng Xiaozhi made such a move, Sun Baoer, her follower, naturally had to follow her.

Sun Baoer naturally had to keep up with him even if he had a small axe.

Then the person who was originally responsible for leading the dozens of guerrillas in Weishan Town also had to follow. That person’s name was Shi Baoguo.

Just because the direction of the gunfire was exactly the direction where he had deployed the guard post.

“How many sentries have you arranged?” Leng Xiaozhi asked as he ran toward the sound of gunfire.

Shi Baoguo, who had already run to the front, replied without looking back: “I have posted sentries at both ends of the town. There are two of them, one in the open and one in the dark.”

“Don’t worry, maybe the sentry gun went off.” Sun Baoer comforted him as he ran forward.

“Bullshit!” Little Axe, who was running side by side with Sun Baoer, blurted out. At this time, Little Axe was putting the gun box and gun handle of the box cannon together.

The twenty-ring box cannon of Little Axe is also worn cross-body. He learned this from the veterans of Shang Zhen camp.

When you want to shoot, you can touch the gun behind your **** and shoot. When not in use, turn off the safety and throw the gun away without worrying about losing it.