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Chapter 321 Supplies and parting
"My God, is this over?"

Through the binoculars, you can see the devils running away, some even dropped their guns, just to run faster.

It is no different from the defeated troops of the Central Army.

"Battalion Commander Wang, what are you still doing?"

The instructor of the Seventh Battalion drew out his gun and shouted loudly: "Comrades, follow me!"

He took the lead in rushing down the mountain, and everyone got up as well, carrying forward the style of chasing after victory, like a pack of wolves rushing towards the enemy down the mountain.

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

Wang Chengfu came back to his senses and rushed out.

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

They really became spectators, at best they rushed down at this moment to help catch the prisoners.

The correspondent's second fool just stood there in a daze, and didn't move for a long time, and was stepped on by the person behind him, only to recover from the pain.

"Is this the ability of the main force of the Eighth Route? The devils are nothing but paper in front of them. It seems that there is still a future for the Eighth Route."

After muttering to himself, he took the weapon and rushed down with the large army.

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

The genuine Royal Alliance Army on the battlefield had to face the sharpness of the first battalion, and it was hard to tell.

beat?
Didn't you see that Japanese people die so fast, they die too slowly, rushing to reincarnate?
The muzzle of the gun was fired obliquely towards the sky, and even they themselves didn't know where the bullet flew.

It means it.

Seeing that the Japanese couldn't bear it any longer, the regimental deputy made a quick decision and made up his mind: run!
Leaving behind a group of idiots, they led their men and horses and ran faster than rabbits.

A whole thousand imperial alliance troops are not as good as a thousand pigs to the Japanese. Even if they rush to the battlefield and bump into each other, they can cause some troubles to the Eighth Route Army.

The imperial association army who supported them had no effect, and the speed of escape was fast.

Most of the people fled, and the rest simply surrendered and sent hundreds of guns to Balu.

"Hands up, don't kill!"

Zhang Ermao, who was still in the Imperial Association Army more than half a month ago, surrendered his gun after listening to these words, and obediently became a prisoner.

Half a month later, he turned into Balu holding a gun and shouting.

Looking at the second devil who raised his gun above his head.

It felt weird.

"Ermao, you are Zhang Ermao, didn't you used to be in the same group, when did you become the Eighth Route?"

A puppet army recognized him. The two came from the same village before and were assigned to different troops.

"Ermao, we are fellow villagers, you let me go, and if you don't say thank you, you will be rewarded later."

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

Zhang Ermao pointed at the gun, his eyes widened: "It's close, I'm on the eighth road now, you two devils should be a prisoner obediently, don't play tricks, or my bullets won't have eyes."

The trainer not far away probably heard their conversation, cast his gaze over, and smiled at Zhang Ermao.

"Drive all the captives aside and make way for the villagers."

The Seventh Battalion, Eighth Battalion and Recruit Battalion, no one expects them to fight. They are more concerned with maintaining order, covering the thousands of ordinary people who have been transferred from the mountains, and avoiding the sharp edge of the Japanese army.

The soldiers of the first battalion chased for more than ten miles, and did not stop until they could no longer see the shadow of the devil.

Zhang Dabiao sent the reconnaissance platoon out, and just as he said to stop to catch his breath, a soldier ran back and said, "Battle Commander, Consultant Yuan is back."

"Where?"

"just in front."

A few days ago, Yuan Lang climbed several mountains and crossed the Japanese blockade with difficulty.

According to the head of the regiment, it is to raise supplies and ammunition, probably today and tomorrow.

It was just the right time to come.

Under the leadership of the soldiers, Zhang Dabiao rushed over overjoyed.

Walking in, the first thing I saw was not the convoy or Yuan Lang, but the corpses all over the place.

The devil soldier lay on the ground in disarray, and it seemed that he had hit the iron plate head-on.

Sure enough, on both sides of the leading car in the convoy, there were two Czech-style light machine guns erected, and bullet casings scattered all over the place.

Seeing Yuan Lang, Zhang Dabiao laughed and said, "I mean, it's really bad luck for these little devils to run into you.

Isn't this bumping into Lord Hades' hands? It's too short-sighted. "

Yuan Lang also said with a smile: "Your battalion is enough, a brigade of devils was defeated just like that.

Those little devils who escaped were so scared that they didn't dare to stay.I'm also in your favor, otherwise it really wouldn't be that easy to deal with. "

The two had a business bragging session, but they did have bragging rights.

It's not something ordinary people can do to make the other anti-Japanese armed forces fear tigers and wolves easily.

Zhang Dabiao looked at the long convoy, salivating: "How much and what are there in this car?"

Yuan Lang glanced back, "It's quite a lot, enough canned food for 5000 people for a month, 30 rounds of various bullets, and grenades and mines.

Lao Li wants to fight a protracted war and play with the little devil. I will take care of the logistical work for him first. After all, once the mountains are blocked, I don’t know when the next time will be. "

Zhang Dabiao's eyes widened in surprise, the landlord Lao Cai was not so proud.

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

If you want to say how valuable it is, there is no way to calculate it, it cannot be bought even if you have money.

Zhang Dabiao was moved and took action, pulling Yuan Lang aside, just like a child asking for pocket money from his parents, telling his painful needs.

Core appeal: "Can you even me a little bit?"

The army consumes too much in battle, and the bullets cannot be replenished elsewhere.There is not enough food, so we can't let people go to war hungry, right?
But also to cover the retreat of the fellow villagers, we must fight a tough battle with the devils.

There are very good reasons for wanting things, if Yuan Lang doesn't have them, then forget it.

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

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

Zhang Dabiao put his arms around Yuan Lang's shoulders and chuckled: "I knew you wouldn't die, thank you, I'll treat you to a drink later."

He was not polite, and immediately called the soldiers to choose the carriage, and wanted to take away his share.

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

Zhang Dabiao turned his head and said, "I command four battalions and one recruit battalion. There are a total of 800 people! One-sixth is too little, right?"

"I only recognize the first battalion and the sixth battalion, and the three don't count. I will give you a third at most."

Everyone is like a bright mirror in their hearts, and the three new battalions can only make up for it at the moment.Sending them to the battlefield can only be death and a waste of bullets.

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

Zhang Dabiao beckoned and agreed, he was already very satisfied with the distribution plan.

Everything went according to plan except for the surprise.

The first battalion broke through the blockade and opened up the road, while the rest of the troops maintained order and helped the people transfer.

When everything was going well, a sharp-eyed soldier suddenly exclaimed:

"Battalion Commander, the devil's plane!"

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

Don't think about it, it's definitely the devil's reinforcements.Probably the enemy's planes did not expect that the infantry was routed so quickly, and they were not given a chance to support them.

It seemed that the plane was long overdue.

"Hidden, get down, get down..."

Zhang Dabiao shouted hoarsely, don't overestimate the virtues of the devils, they won't come in vain.

Air strikes are inevitable.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army already had a lot of experience in dealing with air raids, so they put down what they were doing and got down on the spot.

"Get down and don't run around." Wang Chengfu yelled a few words, and got down himself.

Alas, when I was in the Central Army, I was always bombed when I fought with the devils, and I didn't have any temper when I was bombed.

Now that he is on the Eighth Route Army, he still suffers from the same bombing, which is really hard to bear.

Soldiers know how to obey orders regardless of whether they have seen it before or experienced it.

Most of them got down immediately when they heard the order from above.

However, the inexperienced villagers did not have that kind of obedience, let alone the experience in dealing with it, so many situations occurred.

Some looked up at the plane, some shouted, and some ran around... all kinds of strange things.

The Japanese aircraft flew over at low altitude, dropped bombs on the one hand, and strafed the ground with the machine guns carried on the aircraft on the other hand.

The ones running around are the ones that attract the most attention.

When the bullet was shot from a high altitude, it would be a flower of blood when it hit the person, and a cloud of smoke would be splashed when it hit the open space.

A shuttle of bullets ran out, and the plane roared past, leaving only the wailing and crying people on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Dabiao gritted his teeth in resentment: "You son of a bitch, set up your machine guns and shoot down that bastard's plane for me."

Actually, needless to say, Yuan Lang has already commanded the soldiers to act.

The light machine guns of the first battalion firepower company were all Soviet anti-aircraft machine guns provided by Yuan Lang.Normal combat is no different from other machine guns, and it can be used for air defense at critical moments.

Under his command, a simple air defense position has been set up.

The enemy's second plane did not specifically target people, but saw the supplies loaded by the convoy.

The aviation machine gun aimed at the cart from a distance, and the bullets were like two fire snakes falling from the sky, heading straight for the donkey cart.

"Fuck!"

Cold sweat came down Yuan Lang's head. There were grenades, mines and other explosives on it. If it exploded, it would be more powerful than throwing a few bombs.

Seeing that the Japanese plane had already entered the anti-aircraft fire network of the machine gun, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Hit! Hit me hard!"

The soldiers who were ready to go pulled the trigger, resisted the recoil, gritted their teeth and shot the bullet.

More than a dozen machine guns sprayed out chains of bullets, like a dozen steel ropes swayed out of thin air, blocking the only way for the plane to pass.

The intact plane shuttled by, the fuselage was full of bullet holes, and black smoke billowed up.

"It was hit, and the plane lost control!"

The pilot was screaming and trying to save the plane.But his luck was really bad. The plane didn't fly very far, and it fell towards the mountain.

"Beautiful, well played!"

One moment it was still showing off its power, and the next moment it was blown up.

Zhang Dabiao waved his arms happily, pointing at the bomber that turned back and said, "Shoot down that doggy plane too."

The soldiers manipulating the machine guns replaced the magazines with new ones, and Yuan Lang stared at the plane closely, judging the best time to fire.

However, let them down.

The devil's pilot is not stupid. Seeing his companion's plane plummeted and plummeted, he refused to lower the altitude to take risks.

Dropped the bombs far away, adjusted the direction and flew away.

Its fleeing figure seemed to be faster than when it came.

"Bah, coward, eggless guy!"

Zhang Dabiao raised his middle finger, despising the fleeing enemy.

The anticlimax of the enemy's bombing was over.

"Quick, call the medic!"

After a brief bombing, one Japanese plane crashed and one escaped.It looks like a lot of losses, but in fact they have committed a lot of crimes.

The inexperienced common people lose the most.

The places where the aviation machine guns fired, left a lot of corpses and many wounded.

The wife who lost her husband cried out, and the child who lost her father cried too.

The pain and wailing of the injured is a purgatory on earth.

In particular, there are more women and children, which seem to arouse people's sympathy more than the bloody battlefield.

The soldiers all rushed to help.

Wang Chengfu also wanted to help, but he was a step slower. There were already many people around the wounded, so he was not needed.

He patted the dust off his clothes, looked at the direction where the plane fell, and sighed: "I have always thought that the little devil's plane is invincible.

I didn't expect to be shot down by a machine gun.Balu is still amazing! "

His deputy instructor heard it, and said proudly: "Of course, this is only one plane. The plane that the little devil has folded in our hands is at least seven or eight. Did the Central Army you were in do it? "

"No." Wang Chengfu recalled that when the Japanese planes came, they had nothing to do.

Some people took up guns and shot at the sky, but the facts proved that the effect was better than nothing.

They could only endure the enemy's bombing. The little devil's plane flew away swaggeringly after dropping the bomb and running out of bullets.

It can't be compared with today at all.

The instructor said: "Don't think about the past, look at the future. You are now in the Eighth Route Army, a member of our New Second Regiment.

When this plane was shot down, all of us have a bright face and should be proud of it! "

Wang Chengfu nodded vigorously, he now more and more recognized his identity as the Eighth Route Army.I also like being an Eighth Route Army more and more.

"Hurry up and keep up."

The Japanese plane bombing was an episode, maybe the next wave of planes is on the way.

Zhang Dabiao couldn't help but immediately organize the transfer of materials and population, and everyone took action again.

The cart containing the ammunition was not blown up by the plane, Yuan Lang was not only thankful but also anxious, and ordered the soldiers to pull the cart aside to pretend to be hidden.

The two were busy with their own tasks, and when the common people had all moved away, it was time to say goodbye.

Zhang Dabiao left an officer's command knife to Yuan Lang: "I know you like to collect it, this is the Japanese captain's knife.

He used this knife to cut open his abdomen and committed suicide. There was a little blood on it and he didn't wipe it off. You should wipe it off when you turn around. "

Yuan Lang pulled out the knife in a jerk, there was blood on the knife that might not have been wiped clean, and there was a faint smell of blood.

"Great, a lieutenant killed himself with it after losing a battle. With a legendary story, this knife is even more valuable."

If after a few decades, the original knife can add value to 100, then this knife with a story will be at least million.

One story is enough to make it worth twice as much.

Zhang Dabiao didn't think too much about it. Seeing that the other party was very satisfied with the gift, he said, "Then let's say goodbye. Next time we meet, I will treat you to a drink."

"Don't make it look like life and death, maybe in a month or two, we will meet again."

Yuan Lang put the knife back into its sheath, "I'll wait for your wine."

(End of this chapter)