Chapter 177 Full of harvest

There was no use to clean the battlefield. Everyone started to do it. The eleventh team of soldiers rushed into the battlefield from the north screamed and rushed into the battlefield. They ignored the occasional grenades and used bayonets, shuttle guns, and large blades to nail the wounded soldiers to their original position. Even Fan Fu Zhongzuo, who had already fallen into a coma, could not escape the disaster. A small soldier cut off half of the head cover with a rusty guillotine. The young soldier still refused to let go and slashed and shouted: "Give my parents' lives back, and I'm going to give up my parents' lives back!"

Zhao Hu reached out and took off the little soldier's guillotine, but heard a cry behind him: "Wake up, Xiaoye, don't scare me, did you agree to learn to bury mines with me? Did you agree to learn to learn to be an automatic gun with me? Why don't you say anything? Wake up!"

Everyone saw a small explosion pit beside the two of them, and the dog was punching Ye Feng's chest, crying constantly. The sound echoed in the wilderness, making people feel tight.

"Cough, cough! Brother Gouzi, stop hitting me. If you use such a big force, I will be beaten to death by you!"

"Ha, you guy pretended to be faked to death? I made me cry for so long. Let me beat you a few more times and come back!"

Several people smiled helplessly. With these two live treasures, all fatigue was gone. The key was that the battle was successful this time. One squadron and one squad did not run away, and they also snatched nearly twenty war horses. These were the tall war horses that were just right, much taller than the local Hebei North horses, and they were definitely treasures among horses.

"Hurry, what about you? Stop it. Can you cut it with a big blade? That's an armored vehicle. Come down and help me take out the Japanese inside. I have to dismantle the machine gun!"

"Tyres, tires must also be done quickly. The Japanese will be there as soon as they say. The tires are running very fast as the cart!"

More than a dozen special forces team members who were proficient in machinery surrounded the armored vehicles and cars for a while. The dozens of soldiers who followed were not idle. They quickly dismantled several good cars into empty shells, and even the covers of the armored vehicles were not spared. These were all made of good steel and they were taken back to build guns.

It was almost noon when a team of people left in a hurry, and piles of frozen pigs were left on the ground again. This time, no thunder was installed. After everyone walked past, Zhao Hu quietly took away parts that were invisible, such as the bottom plate of the armored vehicle and the bottom plate of the car. Anyway, this was not the first time to do it. I guess even if the Japanese were frightened, they would count it on their heads.

Seeing that there was a lot of materials piled up in the warehouse again and there was no chance to take out an X-ray machine, Zhao Hu couldn't help but be very upset. There was only one military sub-district, which was brought by Dr. Bai. He was following him in the headquarters hospital. He had to find a way to get this one out, otherwise, what would it be like to lie in the space?

The Japanese were afraid of being beaten or were relieved to the captain of Fanfu. No one came to collect the body until everyone evacuated. The guerrillas took a break and took away the blocking troops from both ends and returned to the station happily from the wilderness.

The boy holding the guillotine was named Ding Jian. At this time, he had already become a gang with Xiao Ye and the others. He was carrying two 38 guns on his back, and he had a circle of lint hats around his waist, and put down his two hats on his head. As he walked, he kept shouting: "Bageyalu, I am a Japanese devil, how can I not surrender when I met the Eighth Route Army?" All the soldiers laughed and immediately forgot about the fatigue along the way.

Commander Deng and Political Commissar Song personally welcomed him. Lao Qiu excitedly stepped forward and saluted and shouted loudly: "Report to Commander Deng, Political Commissar Song, our army cooperated with the special forces of the Engineering Battalion. He successfully ambushed the Japanese troops twice on Laiyi Highway, and seized twelve machine guns, five small cannons, 186 guns, and 16 war horses! A large number of guns, cannons and bullets were seized!"

"Okay, okay!" The young Commander Deng clapped with his hands and said with a smile: "This is the first battle for our army to advance into Pingxi! It was fought well, and it showed the majesty of our army and defeated the arrogance of the little Japanese. Next, we must continue to work hard and strive for greater victory!"

"Wow..." The applause sounded like a tide of applause around him. Political Commissar Song stepped forward and held Zhao Hu's hand and said, "Battleman Zhao, I have to thank you this time. I have helped our sixth detachment make a good start. Below, we have guns and cannons, and we are no longer short of recruiting soldiers. With so many war horses, we can also form cavalry platoons. On this plain, we are a powerful weapon!"

Zhao Hu was a little embarrassed and said casually: "Political Commissar Song, this is all easy to use. By the way, I see you have just arrived here. The repair factory has not yet been opened. Otherwise, I will send this batch of supplies to a partition where there are ready-made machines that can help you repair some of them. This time, we are also blaming us for too much gunpowder, which has broken many weapons in one go!"

Political Commissar Song smiled and said, "Not too much, not too much. If it weren't for your bombing, we wouldn't know how many soldiers we would have sacrificed. I finally understood that your engineer battalion would blow up wherever you went, and the Japanese were so scared that they would dare to be arrogant in the future!"

Deng Song's detachment was counting the spoils happily, but the Japanese were furious. The brigade leader Heye Villager looked at the scattered corpses and could not think that how the Tu's Eighth Route Army got so many imperial pistols? It was not like a pistol shot, which made him puzzled. Of course, if anyone told him that this was an eight-mm submachine gun from the Eighth Route Army, he would not believe it even if he died. The Tu's Eighth Route Army had nothing to do with its big blades, so how could it be possible to make its own weapons?

The scene was destroyed in a mess, which made him even more incomprehensible. The imperial soldiers in a squadron, accompanied by two armored combat vehicles, were beaten by the Tujiao Route Army without any power to fight back, and could not hold on for more than half an hour.

In the end, we can only draw a rough conclusion that this is because the eighth Route Army insidiously used a large amount of explosives to overturn the chariots and used human sea tactics to break up the imperial soldiers of a squadron.

The result was very unsatisfactory, so he naturally had to find a scapegoat and got angry. The Yi County Captain was on the same level as himself, so he could only send the fire to the small team leader of the village at Dahebao stronghold. After waving his arm, he ordered the village to return to the stronghold and not to attack privately for any reason. He should report the situation in time, so he hurriedly left with a large number of corpses.

The plump and red-faced village returned to the stronghold with a lot of hatred, but found that the Yi County defenders had eaten and drunk enough and left with fullness. The captain of Songshan Squadron did not slap him again when he left, but also told them not to leave the stronghold for any reason, because the enemy that came this time was extremely powerful, and he led a squadron, but he failed to break through the defense line of the Eighth Route Army!

If the village was not a small official, he would have wanted to criticize him at that time. You have brought a squadron. Except for dozens of puppet troops, at best, only one squadron is still a small team, and they are all high-quality logistics troops. If you weren't for the desperate rescue, you might have been wiped out by the Eighth Route Army in the wilderness. Don't think that this is not the defense area of ​​your Yi County, and I can report it to my superiors.

When he thought of the report, he was depressed again. He heard that the corps captain was going to be promoted. These two captains were determined to upgrade, so they always had no nose, face, and even if they made small reports, they would not get any benefits. Instead, they would bring a meal of Roujiamo!

The village, who was full of anger, almost overturned the table while having supper. He furiously shouted to the cook, "Are they pigs? Why can they eat so much? So what if the guest army is? Didn't they bring dry food? After eating all the rations, what should we do if we drag our food tomorrow?"

I endured the pain in my mouth and finished drinking a bowl of noodle soup. I had no choice but to call the logistics department again. Unexpectedly, I heard the roar on the other end of the phone.

"Don't you have three days to measure? The guest army, whoever you want to go with, the logistics department has no surplus food, and the materials are robbed, we still have to receive guidance. There is no time tomorrow, so we will see the situation the day after tomorrow!"

The next morning, the village asked the cook to scan the warehouse and barely cook a breakfast for everyone. Then he stayed in the stronghold. He was so hungry at noon that he wanted to call to ask if he could use the food, but found that the phone was no longer available. He had no radio station here, so he wanted to go out for a raid, but he didn't dare. There were already dark shadows in groups of three or three in the distance. You don't need to think about it, and the eighth gangs were making fun of the two yesterday.

This is not the most terrifying thing. What is terrible is that breakfast was only given to the Imperial soldiers. More than 30 puppet troops in the stronghold were already uneasy. He also found that after yesterday's battle, he had not had many bullets in stock. If he could not get supplements, each soldier could not even withstand a low-intensity attack!

"What should I do?" The village touched his still swollen cheeks, and was hungry and had a headache. Should we use combat food? These dozens of puppet soldiers were hungry for a day, will they cause trouble at night?
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