"My God, is it over?"

Through the telescope, you can see the Japanese running away. Some people even threw their guns down just to run faster.

It is no different from the troops that were defeated by the Central Army.

"Captain Wang, why are you still standing there?"

The instructor of the Seventh Battalion pulled out his gun and shouted loudly: "Comrades, come with me!"

He rushed down the mountain first, and everyone got up, carrying forward the style of pursuing victory, like a group of wolves rushing towards the enemy at the foot of the mountain.

"Wait...I'm here too!"

Wang Chengfu came to his senses and rushed out.

He expected the victory of the first battalion, but he really didn't expect that the combat effectiveness of the first battalion was so strong.

They really became the show watchers, and at best they rushed down and helped capture the prisoners.

The correspondent Erlangzi stood there stupidly, not moving for a long time, and was stepped on by the person behind him, and then he came to his senses in pain.??

"Is this the ability of the main force of the Eighth Route Army? The Japanese are all covered in paper in front of them. It seems that they are still thinking that the Eighth Route Army has a future."

He said to himself, and he rushed down with the large army with his weapons.

Zhang Dabiao's fighting style defeated the Japanese devils in one go. The former Central Army and the Imperial Army prisoners who were watching the battle behind were shocked and dropped.

The genuine Royal Army on the battlefield must face the sharpness of the first battalion and cannot express its hardships.

beat?

Didn’t you see that all the Japanese die so quickly? They die too slowly, so you are rushing to reincarnate?

The muzzle was placed obliquely towards the sky, and even they themselves didn't know where the bullets flew.

Just mean it.

Seeing that the Japanese could not bear it anymore, the deputy of the group made a quick decision and made up his mind: run away!

A bunch of silly palace rear guards were left, and they ran faster than rabbits with their men.

A total of a thousand imperial army was not as good as a thousand pigs for the Japanese. Even if they rushed to the battlefield and hit the Eighth Route Army, they could cause some trouble to the Eighth Route Army.

The Imperial Army supported the power of the army was not effective, and the speed of escape was fast.

Most of the people fled, and the rest surrendered simply and gave the Eighth Route Army hundreds of guns.

"Raise your hand and hand it over and don't kill it!"

Zhang Ermao, who was still an Imperial Army more than half a month ago, listened to this sentence and became a prisoner obediently.

Half a month later, he turned into the Eighth Route Army who raised his gun and shouted.

Look at the two Japanese who raised their guns above their heads.

This feels very interesting.

"Ermao, you are Zhang Ermao. Aren't you in the first group? When did you become the Eighth Route Army?"

A puppet army recognized him. The two of them had come from the same village before and were assigned to different troops.

"Ermao, we are fellow villagers. If you let me go, you will be rewarded if you don't express your gratitude."

As he said that, he had to put down the gun that was raised above his head and leaned up to get close to it.

Zhang Ermao pointed his gun and his eyes were round: "Stop getting close to you. I am now in the Eighth Route Army. You two Japanese devils are the prisoner. Don't be fooled by ghosts, otherwise my bullets will not be eye-catching."

The instructor not far away probably heard their conversation and cast his eyes on him and smiled at Zhang Ermao.

"Turn all the prisoners aside and make way for the fellow villagers."

No one expected them to fight in the 7th and 8th battalions and the new battalions, but more to maintain order, cover the thousands of people who were transferred from the mountains, and avoid the Japanese army's edge.

The soldiers of the first battalion chased for more than ten miles, and stopped until they could not even see the shadow of the Japanese.

Zhang Dabiao sent the investigation team out. As soon as he said he stopped to take a breath, a soldier ran back and said, "Battery Commander, Consultant Yuan is back."

“Where is it?”

“Just ahead.”

A few days ago, Yuan Lang climbed several mountains and struggled to cross the Japanese army's blockade line.

According to the leader of the regiment, he was going to raise supplies and ammunition, which was probably today and tomorrow.

What comes at this time is right.

Under the leadership of the warriors, Zhang Dabiao rushed over with joy.

When I walked in, the first thing I saw was not the convoy or Yuan Lang, but the corpse on the ground.

The Japanese soldiers lay all over the ground in a mess, and seemed to have hit the iron plate head-on.

Sure enough, on both sides of the front car of the convoy, there were two mounted Czech light machine guns scattered around the ground.

When Zhang Dabiao saw Yuan Lang, he laughed and said, "I said, it's a big trouble for these Japanese to collide with you."

Isn’t this hitting the King of Hell’s hand? It’s too eye-catching.”

Yuan Lang also smiled and said, "Your battalion is enough, and a squad of Japanese devils were defeated.

The Japanese who escaped were scared and dared not stay at all. I also benefited from yours, otherwise it would not be so easy to deal with."

The two of them had a business bragging each other, but they did have the capital to brag.

It is not something that ordinary people can do to easily pinch the washboard with other Japanese anti-Japanese armed forces.

Zhang Dabiao looked at the long convoy and was coveting: "How much has been pulled in this car? What are the things?"

Yuan Lang looked back and said, "It's really a lot, enough for 5,000 people to eat canned food for a month, 300,000 bullets of various types, grenades and mines, etc.

Lao Li wants to fight a protracted war and play with the Japanese. I will solve the logistics work for him first. After all, if the mountains are blocked, I don’t know when it will be next time.”

Zhang Dabiao's eyes widened in surprise, and the landlord and Laocai were not so bold.

Materials of this scale are enough to fight a big battle.?

If you want to say how valuable it is, it is impossible to calculate, it is something that you can’t buy even if you have money.

Zhang Dabiao was moved and acted, pulling Yuan Lang aside, just like a child who asked his parents for pocket money, telling his painful needs.

Core demand: "Can you please me a little more?"

The troops consume too much war, and there is no way to replenish bullets elsewhere. There is not enough food, so it is impossible for people to fight on hungry, right?

We also have to cover up the withdrawal of fellow villagers, and we must fight a tough battle with the Japanese.

The reason for asking for things is very sufficient. If Yuan Lang doesn’t, then forget it.

The problem is that he really has it, so he can't watch it.

"Okay, I'll share some of you."

Zhang Dabiao hugged Yuan Lang's shoulder and smiled: "I knew you wouldn't be helpless. Thank you. I'll invite you to drink after you turn around."

He was not polite, and immediately asked the soldiers to choose a carriage and take away the portion that belonged to him.

"It can only be one-sixth at most!" Yuan Lang reminded.

Zhang Dabiao turned his head and said, "I have four battalions and one new battalion. There are a total of 1,700 or 800 people! One-sixth is too small, right?"

"I only recognize the first battalion and the sixth battalion, those three do not count. At most, one-third of you."

Everyone felt like a mirror in their hearts. The three newly added battalions can only be used to charge the numbers. Sending them to the battlefield can only be a death sentence and a waste of bullets.

No matter how much you get, it's useless.

Zhang Dabiao waved to agree, and he was already very satisfied with the allocation plan.

Except for the unexpected joy, everything is in the plan.

The first battalion opened up a blockade and opened up the road, while the remaining troops maintained order and helped the people move.

Just as everything was getting better, a sharp-eyed soldier suddenly exclaimed:

"Battery Commander, the Japanese plane!"

Zhang Dabiao looked up and saw two enemy planes flying towards him.

Needless to think, it was definitely a reinforcement from the Japanese. Perhaps the enemy's plane did not expect that the infantry would be defeated so quickly, and they did not give them a chance to support.

It seems that the plane is late.

"Hurry up, lie down, lie down..."

Zhang Dabiao shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't overestimate the Japanese's virtues, they will not be in vain."

Air strikes are inevitable.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers had a lot of experience in dealing with air strikes. They put down what they were doing and lay down hiddenly on the spot.

"Don't run around if you lie down." Wang Chengfu shouted a few times, and he also lie down.

Alas, when I was in the Central Army, I was always bombed when I fought with the Japanese, and I had no temper at all.
To be continued...