, The Grand Master of the Republic of China

The puppet soldiers walked forward and shouted: "Brothers on the other side, don't fight hard, surrender to Manchukuo, and pay the settlement fee. Everyone is brother."

Wang Hongzheng was with the acting leader. Looking at the puppet troops in the two companies, his voice was loud and loud. However, he was so naughty that he lay down and fell down five steps. He said to the leader: "Become a regiment commander, there are not many bullets, so I can find a way to get some from these puppet troops."

After a battle, he became a regiment commander and looked like a regiment commander. He knew his family's background, nodded in agreement, turned around and began to order the battalions.

Several correspondents repeated the orders, and after confirming that they were correct, they ran to the positions of each battalion and company.

Yesterday's battle promoted the regiment commander to a lot of low-level officers and veterans who performed well, could fight and could fight. These newly appointed officers understood the intention of regiment commander as soon as they heard it.

Ordinary soldiers also saw that they were beaten to death on the spot when they fled backwards. They couldn't help but calm down, cheer up, and prepare according to the orders conveyed by the top peak.

Wherever the military order went, there was a terrifying feeling.

After the puppet army entered one hundred meters, an order to fire came from the position.

Before the gunshots sounded, a piece of dust first rose from the position.

The gunless soldiers and soldiers holding submachine guns squatted in the trench without moving. The other soldiers turned over and lay on the edge of the trench, picked up various rifles to aim and shoot.

When the gunshots sounded, the puppet soldiers fell down, and they all did not fire. They first crawled on the ground to find a place to cover them, and then stayed there without moving.

Three rows of gunfires have been shot, but no puppet troops have been hit.

At this time, someone from the puppet army attacking on the left lay on the ground and shouted: "Stop shooting, we don't want to be puppet army, we have to throw it over."

The officers of the puppet army were shouting and scolding, but a few gunshots passed, and the officers' voice disappeared, and the puppet army began to shout in groups.

After a while, the puppet army on the right also rang out gunfire and then surrendered.

After 918, many miscellaneous troops surrendered to the Japanese under the command of their superiors and became puppet troops. However, the soldiers below were not willing to be puppet troops, but were forced to become members of the puppet troops under the leadership and coercion of the surrendered superiors.

Many people hope to return to the Northeast Army.

The soldiers of these two companies seized the opportunity. They killed several hard-core traitors in the company and returned to the large army of the Northeast Army.

The leader of the group ran over and asked Wang Hong what to do.

Seeing him staring at the puppet soldiers' eyes shining brightly, Wang Hong thought to himself: What else can I do? Anyway, the two companies of the company will be able to surrender once they have their guns. Now they have both soldiers and weapons. He reminded him: When these people come, collect the weapons first and ask clearly before talking.

There is no need to ask clearly. When the two puppet soldiers crawled over, they also brought the letter of the title. They dragged all the bodies in officer uniforms and short guns that they killed.

In this way, in a small battle, Wang Hong's troops had two hundred more troops.

The Japanese and puppet troops failed to steal chickens and lost some rice, so they had to dig up their positions on the spot.

Wang Hong asked the Japanese and puppet troops from the surrendered puppet troops: the one who is now there is a puppet troops, and the Japanese army will arrive tomorrow at the latest. Wang Hong found that it was almost impossible for him to guard Chengde, the shelter group.

He tried to mobilize the whole city to defend with his troops, but when he sent people to the city to find people from the chamber of commerce and militia, he found that the people in the city were not interested in this.

When Wang Hong had fired with the Japanese, there was no one in the militia. The people from the chamber of commerce also hid, and the people in the city all looked like they had nothing to do with me.

Wang Hong stood in the position, looking at the Japanese and puppet troops opposite, and knew that he was in a helpless position. His regiment had no support and could not defeat the upcoming main force of the Japanese army, and it was difficult for him to retreat safely.

In the afternoon, Wang Hong sent troops to inspect the retreating road, concentrated the army and carts, and drew a platoon from the company under his command, and with a small amount of baggage, he first moved to the rear and contacted the support troops.

For other troops, he wanted to try a night attack at night, and retreated overnight while the main Japanese army had not arrived.

The two armies confronted each other in front of Chengde City for a whole day.

&nbAt night, Wang Hong gathered all the soldiers holding submachine guns.

But before they could prepare for the attack, the Japanese reinforcements arrived overnight.

Looking at the torch flashlights and horse hooves on the opposite side, Wang Hong found that this was not an ordinary brigade at all. Not only was there a cavalry, but there were also vaguely seeing a team of mountain cannons unfolding.

This battle cannot be fought. The soldiers with guns in the shelter regiment just passed a battalion. The heaviest weapon was 10 light machine guns and there were not many bullets. They fought with artillery cavalry and large groups of Japanese and puppet infantry, and they had no chance of winning at all.

The Japanese artillery suppressed, the cavalry charged, and the infantry followed behind, and the shelter regiment was a massacre.

Wang Hong was glad that Zhang Liushao did not let him defend Chengde to the death, so he quickly issued an order to retreat.

The shelter quickly withdrew from the position, took advantage of the night to pass through the city and run backwards.

Before the tail team could run out of Chengde, the explosions of shells landed on the ground continued to sound.

Chengde City was thrown to the Japanese like this.

Less than thirty miles away from Chengde City, it was dawn.

Wang Hong estimated that the Japanese plane was about to arrive. Looking at the blue and empty sky, he was about to issue an order to pay attention to air defense. The troops behind the hall ran over and reported to him that Japanese cavalry had been found behind him.

Wang Hong was a little depressed. The Japanese cavalry would not be covered with only ones behind and would not act.

Now the shelter regiment is an isolated army on the front line, and there are nearly a hundred miles away from the position of the receiving troops. The Japanese planes and cavalry can attack two or three times a day. The planes in the sky are bombed and strafed, and the cavalry charge a few more times, and the regiment is determined.

Wang Hong's mind was running rapidly, trying to find a way to get out of the whole group.

It’s useless to speed up. Chengde has many horses, but the shelter group has only more than 200 war horses.

Entering the mountain? A small group of troops is still formed. If a regiment enters the mountain, it is better to run on the road.

The leader of the group ran over and he was about to lead two companies here to fight a blockade.

Wang Hong stopped him.

The two strongest companies in the shelter regiment were the puppet troops who surrendered to it, and they always kept all the people holding submachine guns and machine guns, and could not block the attacks from the Japanese army from heaven and earth.

He decided to bring two platoons with him and buy most of the day for the shelter team in this area with dense mountains and forests.

These are all veterans and not many people. Submachine guns accelerate the horses, and they just wander around in this area. Whether it is aircraft or Japanese and puppet troops, they can't do anything to them.

Leader Cheng has already regarded himself as Wang Hong's real subordinate. He has been striving to lead the team for a long time, but he can't beat Wang Hong.

Wang Hong said: "I have fought this kind of battle once, and I know how to fight it. You should lead the troops and be careful to guard against Japanese planes."

What he told the truth is that the soldiers around him are not the one who went to the front line with him last time, and the only one with experience is him.

Commander Cheng had to leave a good horse and bullet for Wang Hong and the others, waved his hand as a farewell, and turned around and urged the shelter group to speed up the march.

The three brothers followed Wang Hong, one by one, stubbornly refused to leave.

No matter what their three thoughts, Wang Hong was not easy to train, so he had to bring them with him and reminded him: Doing things depends on your brain, and fighting, you must move quickly, save your life first, and then kill the enemy.

But I thought to myself: Let them go south when they go back. It’s really worrying to keep it by my side.

Every chapter says: "Many people think that the Republic of China is the peak of traditional martial arts, but in fact, the Republic of China is the end of traditional martial arts." This is what a friend said in a group chat with a book friend last night. This is a terrifying thought. If you say it, many tablets will be rotten. Martial arts are not a good master, and you have practiced for decades. A few newcomers who can come to learn are masters. Who has never learned classics and formulas in school? Who has no old chef who has been making meals for life? Who dares to say that he is a master? How brilliant and dazzling martial arts masters in the Republic of China are more about maintaining the small interests of the martial arts group. Those who really know how to fight are mostly old boxers who debuted 1900 years ago, and few. Those masters who have changed to boxing as the main ones are best described as "professional players". Those who can reflect the martial arts level of the Republic of China are those big sword teams in the military formation, rather than the folk martial arts artists.
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