After repeatedly confirming that the enemy would not attack again in a short period of time, Zhang Yunfei sat next to Zhu Xianglang and rested for a while.

Zhu Shanglang is much more embarrassed than him, his clothes have been cut many times by the bayonets of the puppet army, and he is almost in an auspicious suit.

Fortunately, he was wearing a cotton jacket, with a little cushion, no meat, if he wore a single coat, it was estimated that he would be colored.

At this time, he was tearing cotton from a pseudo-military winter coat and stuffing it into the hole that had been pierced.

Because of the shortage of resources in the Eighth Route Army, the winter clothes were actually not very thick, and after a fierce battle, they were soaked with sweat again, and the wind blew and was cold.

Especially in the hole, I always feel that the cold wind is drilling straight in, like a knife, so I have to stuff it with cotton.

They pulled off a lot of puppet soldiers' clothes, but they can only put them on at this time, once the battle has to be thrown away, on the battlefield only recognize clothes and not people, who has time to identify your face when the battle is tense.

If you have time now, it's better to rescue your own military uniform.

"Lao Zhang, how is the situation?" Zhu Shanglang asked.

"Well, it shouldn't come up in a short time, and they're choking enough." Zhang Yunfei said in a low voice.

"These guys, it's endless, do you think we can hold out until dark?"

Zhang Yunfei was silent, it's really hard to say, the combat effectiveness of the puppet army is relatively poor, but the difference doesn't mean that there is none, there are many ants and they still bite the elephant to death.

Such a good thing as surrendering in fear when they see the Eighth Road does not exist in reality, and the situation of their team is not good now.

They couldn't find a reinforcement to support them, their army was like a lonely outpost, and the nearest friendly troops were hundreds of miles away.

Far water can't quench their thirst, they can only rely on themselves, and they have to hold on to what they can't withstand.

"Luckily, we have a seed to sow." Zhang Yunfei sighed.

Even if they all die here, their Xinnan detachment will not be considered annihilated, at most it will be a change of detachment leader and political commissar.

He can't run away from the name of the first detachment leader, maybe he can still hang it on the wall of the army exhibition hall in the future, but it's a pity that he doesn't seem to have left a photo or anything, or he can complete the achievement of hanging the photo on the wall.

Regarding Zhang Yunfei's statement, Zhu Shanglang could only smile bitterly, he Zhu Yuanwu was born as a businessman, and he was the best at calculating income, if everyone died, what was the point of caring about other things.

In Zhang Yunfei and Zhu Lang's longing...... Well, it was thinking about his own aftermath and preparing for the worst, and Li Jianfeng at this time was also thinking about his own interests.

Judging from the current situation, they have killed and injured the living forces of the Eighth Road, and at least more than half of the troops of the Eighth Road.

However, his security forces also suffered huge casualties, and they were almost half of the casualties, and if they killed all of them, would they also consume the remaining half of the troops.

Of course, this is not the case, after all, the troops and ammunition of the Eighth Route are consumed hugely, and they will not really be able to consume all their remaining troops.

But if you want to completely annihilate this stubborn Eight Roads, it is inevitable that you will consume a lot of money, even if you lose half of it.

At that time, what is the difference between the forces in his hands and the ordinary platoon commander of the security army company, and how to subdue those unruly people within the security army at that time, the remaining troops are no longer as good as Wang Zhengyi's bastard.

For him, whether he can eliminate the Eight Paths or not is secondary, and whether he can maintain his current power and status is the most important thing.

Why did he work hard for Taijun, was it just to fight hard with Balu, to die together, and then become nothing and finally be swept away.

This is his big crisis, he has no doubt, many people want to pull him off the horse, his position is a fat difference, and the sea of people who are worried about him has gone.

This has touched his interests, whoever moves is his enemy, even Taijun is not successful, Li Jianfeng is thinking about how to kill the scourge of Miura Yohei.

It's a pity that in front of everyone, he doesn't have a chance to attack, and he doesn't dare to fake his hands to others, or that said, he has too many enemies, and he can't leave any handle.

The best thing to do is for this guy to die at the hands of the Eight Roads, so that no one can say anything.

But Miura, this guy is coaxing, but in fact, he is very damn and desperate, and he doesn't have the spirit of taking the lead like other Taijun, otherwise, there would be a hundred ways to kill him.

This guy regards himself as the commander-in-chief, far away from the front-line position, and only observes the battle situation from a distance, which is difficult to do.

And at this moment, whether it was Zhang Yunfei on the mountain, or Li Jianfeng and others under the mountain, they didn't know that there was a group of people behind them, quietly touching over.

Even Zhang Yunfei felt that he was in a state of isolation and helplessness, and the puppet army would not have thought that there were reinforcements on the Eighth Road.

In the puppet army in the rear, their vigilance was still very lax, and after an afternoon of fighting, it was time to prepare dinner.

The world is big, the food is the biggest, what is the purpose of fighting life and death, isn't it just for a bite to eat?

The puppet army sentry, who smelled the smell of rice coming from behind him, put the rifle in his hand next to the tree, and stamped his feet to think about whether those hungry ghosts would leave a little for themselves.

That is, in wartime, they can eat white rice, usually don't even think about it, it's good to have it, think about the fragrant crystal clear white rice, cold and hungry, he swallows and foams.

Just when he lamented that he was unlucky, he was sent out to guard at this time, and this place was full of guns and cannons for most of the day, who dared to come here.

When the bored sentry leaned against the tree and lamented that he had missed the time to eat, a hand suddenly covered his mouth from behind the tree, and at the same time, a sharpened knife slashed his throat, and his desire to eat a meal of white rice may never come true.

After killing this sentry, the man who shot waved his hand, and more than a dozen people with rifles on their backs and bayonets in their hands appeared behind him, and they quickly dispersed, cautiously touching the puppet army position more than ten meters away.

These puppet soldiers were all brought by Li Jianfeng, they all ran over from the New Taipei Rush March, and they were pulled to the battlefield to fight for half a day, the consumption of this day is not small, they are physically and mentally exhausted, and now they can eat white rice and canned meat, this is the treatment of Taijun, they can't think about it.

Now that they can enjoy it, they are really extremely happy, and their whole attention is focused on the food, afraid that they will be robbed by others if they are slow.

They didn't notice the group of enemies rushing behind them, or if someone noticed someone behind them, they only thought it was a predator rushing like themselves, squeezing forward more quickly, and if they were slow, they would have no food.

The armed men who rushed in were clearly well-trained, and they were all dressed in civilian clothes that were easy to move around.

If it weren't for the fact that one of them was wearing a hat of the Eighth Route Army, they would not look like the guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army.

They had a clear division of labor, and before this group of wolf-swallowing puppet troops could react, they were covered one after another, and the bayonets penetrated their chests cleanly.

After taking this position, the group quickly changed into the military uniforms of the puppet army and began to touch the position of the puppet army, and behind them, a group of people with various guns appeared again, and some of them even held machine guns.

They followed the gap in the open position of the puppet army, followed behind the people who came forward, carefully infiltrated, and spread out to the two wings, seizing several commanding heights around the perimeter, and posing as an encirclement.