Bright Sword: Flesh and Blood Military Industrial Base

"Charge!" Yang Zheng gave the Japanese soldiers no chance to catch their breath. With a single shot, he pointed his pistol and killed a Japanese soldier who was about 40 meters away, bayonet in hand, preparing to ambush the soldiers.

He then turned the gun around and pulled the trigger again, but only heard a "click-click" sound; the bullets were all gone.

Yang Zheng didn't care. He put the pistol back in his waistband and then casually took a large knife from Chen Xiaoquan, who was rushing over.

"Kill them all!!"

Wherever the blade points, nothing can stand in its way.

Dozens of soldiers, filled with rage against the Japanese invaders, charged forward madly.

The fierce battle unfolded in the narrow bend, with people falling at every moment, whether they were Japanese soldiers, puppet troops, or comrades.

Yang Zheng was also in a bloodthirsty frenzy at this moment. In his hands, the large knife became a real killing weapon, and every slash drew blood. He quickly rushed to Luo Dashan's side.

"Company Commander!!"

"Hahaha, well done, Dashan, you deserve the greatest credit for this battle. Now, don't underestimate the enemy. Follow me, the Japanese devils, and wipe them out completely."

"Yes, sir!"

"Kill them!"

Yang Zheng's charge at the forefront had an unparalleled boost to morale; the soldiers knew only that following their company commander would surely lead to victory.

Just as Yang Zheng firmly believed, China would eventually triumph.

The Japanese lieutenant was furious, watching his brave soldiers retreat in disarray, but for a moment he didn't know how to deal with it.

Their bayonet fighting skills, which they were so proud of, proved somewhat inadequate given the terrain and the superior combat skills of the Eighth Route Army soldiers.

However, their firepower was rendered ineffective because the warriors were entangled with the Eighth Route Army. This effectively neutralized their greatest advantage.

Most importantly, he witnessed firsthand that of the warriors under his command, the number had dwindled from over 70 who initially entered the terrain to just over 40.

The losses have reached nearly half, and the morale of his warriors is on the verge of collapse.

"Baka! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

The Japanese lieutenant had no choice; if things continued like this, they would be completely wiped out. He had no choice but to cut his losses and try to survive.

Upon hearing this order, the Japanese soldiers felt as if they had been granted a pardon and began to scramble to retreat, leaving them in a sorry state.

But the battlefield at this moment is not one they can simply leave on a whim.

Yang Zheng brandished his broadsword and shouted, "Comrades, the Japanese devils are trying to escape! Kill them all!"

"Kill them all!"

The soldiers pounced like tigers, chasing after the Japanese soldiers and hacking wildly at them from behind. The puppet troops trembled and squatted by the roadside, covering their heads, looking like they were about to surrender.

However, the lower-ranking Japanese officers were still capable, and at this time they even tried to command some troops to cover the rear.

But the chance is gone.

In their panic, the Japanese soldiers completely ignored orders and couldn't hear their shouts at all.

The defeat was complete.

The Japanese lieutenant stared blankly, his eyes lifeless. He knew it was over; everything was over.

"Lieutenant, retreat! Retreat quickly!" Seeing that the fleeing soldiers were about to encircle them, one of his lieutenants shouted frantically, then grabbed his right shoulder and pulled him backward.

"Baka! Let me go, I can't retreat!" The Japanese lieutenant ripped his hand away, many images flashing through his mind, before finally raising his command sword with unwavering resolve.

"Onboard!!"

He charged in the opposite direction of the fleeing soldiers.

He wanted to use his bravery to rekindle the soldiers' courage; otherwise, even if these soldiers weren't killed, they would be completely ruined.

However, amidst the rout of dozens of soldiers, his action appeared extremely foolish. He was immediately knocked off his feet by the fleeing troops, and then knocked to the ground by someone, with countless feet trampling over him.

He died, killed at the feet of his own men; his command sword was also kicked to the side of the road by the panicked Japanese soldiers.

The chase lasted for more than half an hour, covering a distance of nearly ten miles, until finally...

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha, that's awesome!!"

"Following the Eighth Route Army is truly exhilarating! Those Japanese devils, killing them was so satisfying!"

Each warrior was brimming with bloodlust, but that didn't stop them from laughing wildly.

They had fought so many battles with the Japanese, but they had never felt so exhilarated.

Yang Zheng tore off the uniform of a Japanese soldier's corpse by the roadside, slowly wiped the blood off his knife, then turned around and raised the knife.

"Comrades, we have won!"

"We've won! We've won!!"

"Victory is certain! Victory is certain!"

"Eight consecutive victories!!"

The cheers came swiftly, yet were entirely justified. Yang Zheng also burst into wild laughter, which lasted for a long time before subsiding.

Then, he turned to Chen Xiaoquan and said, "First Platoon Leader!"

"arrive!"

"Organize the soldiers to clean up the battlefield! Remember, the bodies of the puppet troops and Japanese soldiers must be placed separately from the remains of our fallen soldiers!"

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers immediately sprang into action. Although everyone was wounded and exhausted, the joy of victory was enough to sustain them.

This battle was dangerous, but the gains were substantial.

Yang Zheng slowly walked back, and the soldiers also searched for weapons and ammunition, carrying or dragging the corpses towards the bend in the road.

After making the arrangements, Chen Xiaoquan walked to Yang Zheng's side. His face was smeared with blood, and his arm had been hastily bandaged with a strip of cloth after a bayonet cut, but he was in high spirits.

"Company Commander, based on initial observations, no more than five Japanese soldiers escaped; most of them have been taken down by us! Dozens of puppet troops should have surrendered. Our casualties... are still being tallied, but they look less than expected!"

Yang Zheng nodded and said with a smile, "After the battlefield is cleaned up, immediately arrange for the soldiers to rest for two hours, and then turn south to create the appearance of their withdrawal."

Chen Xiaoquan nodded thoughtfully, having roughly guessed some of Yang Zheng's plan.

Leaving that aside, Chen Xiaoquan said with a smile, "If Da Hu knew about this battle, his thigh would probably be bruised from being slapped so hard!"

"Haha, that kid, no need to know, he's probably slapping his thigh right now!" Yang Zheng laughed heartily.

Casualties are inevitable, but we must always face them positively.

The two of them walked and stopped intermittently, and it took them about an hour to return to the original bend in the battlefield.

At this moment, Zeng Dahui saw them and waved excitedly. At the same time, under their guns, he pointed at more than 40 surrendered puppet soldiers who were squatting on the ground, trembling.

The Eighth Route Army has won a complete victory, but how will they be treated?

They were filled with fear, but at the same time, they prayed that the rumors of the Eighth Route Army treating prisoners of war well were true.

"Company Commander, we've captured a total of 43 puppet soldiers. What should we do with them?" Zeng Dahui ran up to Yang Zheng and reported.

While reporting, his eyes were constantly observing, and seeing the soldiers' smiling faces, he knew that the battle was won.

"Keep them under guard for now, and later have them help carry supplies!" Yang Zheng looked at the puppet soldiers, and a plan to cover their tracks began to take shape.