"Oh, I said, brother, can I discuss something with you?" A national army officer said to Hanzi.

Hanzi glanced at the other party very honestly, and there was a question in his eyes.

"Brother, can you lend me this carriage?" The officer pointed to the carriageway behind him.

Hanzi looked at the officer and the soldiers behind him, and then understood what the officer meant.

The officer and the platoon of soldiers behind him also had a carriage, but the carriage was already full of booty, with grenadiers, 38 caps, crooked handles, Japanese sabers, and even Japanese marching covers.

And his soldiers were not idle, carrying them on their shoulders, it turned out that they had captured too much loot to take, but they fell in love with the carriage they were looking at.

This carriage was naturally captured by the battalion directly under it, but there was not much trophy on the carriage, but there were only three or five three or eight big covers, which could be regarded as none.

Hanzi shook his head.

"How can this be, you have too much loot to take, and it's hard to say whether this carriage will be enough for us to come back in a while." Hanzi shook his head, which was naturally what he meant, but it was not he who said this, but a soldier from his machine gun squad next to him answered.

The people in the battalion directly under him knew that Hanzi had always talked little, not to mention the soldiers who got along with him day and night, so naturally someone took the words.

"Isn't this a discussion with you?" The officer said, "Who are you chiefs?" ”

"I am." Hanzi finally spoke.

"You?" The officer was a little unconvinced, he looked up and down a few more times, and he was wearing the same clothes as ordinary soldiers, "What rank do you have?" ”

"Captain." Hanzi replied.

The captain is the company commander, but the officer who talks to Hanzi is just a lieutenant.

He looked at Hanzi again suspiciously, but he didn't mention the matter of borrowing the car again.

Looking at the honest appearance of others, he is not a liar, and it is not impossible for an officer to wear a soldier's clothes for some reason during the war.

And this is exactly the case, when the Quartermaster Department became a battalion directly under it, Huo Xiaoshan gave Hanzi the rank of captain, but Hanzi was not used to wearing the clothes of being an officer, and he changed back to the clothes of a soldier after two days of wearing.

Anyway, the direct battalion has always been like this in this regard, and everyone knows that Hanzi is at the level of the leader.

"Come, let's rest here too, and wait for us to come back and deliver the loot." The officer glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, and sat there again, looking like an old monk and saying with a calm face.

So the group of national soldiers also stopped the carriage, and a group of people also surrounded their carriage.

"Brother, which part of you are there?" They are all national troops, and when they are idle, there are soldiers who talk to the soldiers of the battalion directly under them.

"Directly under the battalion." The man from the direct battalion replied.

"Haven't you heard of it, the battalion directly under the division?" The soldier shook his head and said, he didn't mean to look down on the battalion under his command, but he really hadn't heard of it.

The soldier of the battalion smiled and said nothing, he couldn't answer, can he believe it if he says that it is the battalion directly under the war zone? It's better not to bother with that tongue.

"Brother, you said that you are such a big carriage, and if you are idle, you will not use it for us, isn't that a waste?" The soldier of the national army said again.

"The battle ahead is not over yet, how do you know that we are wasted? Maybe we'll have more loot than yours in a while. "The soldiers of the direct battalion were a little unhappy.

"Shall we compare in a moment?" The soldier of the national army said.

"Bibi is Bibi, but don't beat our car, this can't be lent to you!" The soldier of the direct battalion replied.

The soldier laughed at him, and he had a kind of pride in succeeding in his treacherous plan.

Because they are a regiment, it doesn't matter what kind of battalion you are or what kind of special battalion you are, how can we have more people captured by us.

The soldiers of the direct battalion did not expect this, and they still had a good impression of this group of national soldiers.

Although it is also the Central Army, it does not have the usual flying and domineering energy, if it is replaced by the lord who speaks ugly, and sees that he has an empty carriage, maybe he will say why do you occupy the pit **?

The soldiers on both sides stopped talking, and both looked into the woods to the north, where occasional gunshots rang out, and it was clear that the battle had come to an end, and it was estimated that it had entered the stage of replenishing the guns.

At this time, the Third Battle of Changsha also came to an end, and the battalion directly under it had reached the south bank of the Xinqiang River, and the north bank could not go, which was still the territory of the Japanese army, and the national army had not yet been able to recover it.

At this point, the defeat of the Japanese army was a sure thing.

No matter which division of the Japanese army retreated here, it was already at the end of the crossbow, and many Japanese soldiers had no ammunition to use.

In a battle just started in the morning, the soldiers of the battalion saw that some Japanese soldiers were rushing up with their guns in order to escape back to the other side, but they never fired a shot, and there was no need to ask them that they had run out of bullets.

After another half an hour, the soldiers of the national army returned one after another, and naturally they all returned with more or less trophies.

The more soldiers of the national army paid more, the more they naturally gained, but only a few dozen people came back from the battalion directly under the battalion, and the less people got back, the less loot they got back, but most of them were 38 large covers and grenadiers.

So the group of soldiers of the national army who were waiting by the carriage had a triumphant face and frequently looked at the side of the battalion under their command.

The soldiers of the direct battalion smiled slightly, and now the soldiers of the direct battalion have fought too much and are well-informed, but they no longer fight for this little thing.

Seeing that more and more people from the national army are coming back, the booty captured by the national army has been piled up, but the direct battalion has not even loaded half of the carriage.

At this moment, they heard the shouts of "one-two-one" from afar, and they were overjoyed and rushed forward, but they saw that the battalion directly under them had driven back three more carriages, and the carriages were loaded with high-headed war horses of the Japanese who had obviously died.

And the one who shouted the "one-two-one" number was the people of the directly subordinate battalion, but they were two people in pairs, and they all used poles to carry the horse meat that had been cut into large pieces, but the horse meat was still hairy.

Obviously, they got a lot of dead horses, but there were no live horses available, but they disassembled the horses directly on the battlefield and carried them back for loading.

Just imagine that nearly a hundred people came back at once, all in groups of two, carrying the horse's thighs or the horse's front legs or the horse's back mound, how spectacular this scene was!

This scene made the group of national officers and soldiers who stayed behind to watch the spoils of war laugh at that time, what kind of battalion is this? The loot we took back was all guns and ammunition, but most of what they got back was horse meat!

This can't help but ask, are you a combat unit? You're not going to be a bunch of foodies, are you?!

And at this moment, there were already soldiers in front of him shouting: "The regiment commander is back!" ”

So the group of national officers and soldiers who stayed behind naturally came forward to greet them, but they saw that their regiment commander was walking with a major officer who was not their own regiment.

They listened to the regiment commander say: "Thank you Battalion Commander Huo for giving us so many guns at once!" ”

The regiment commander's words made them feel sorry, and many of the trophies brought back by their regiment were captured by others!

At this time, I listened to the young battalion commander surnamed Huo: "Xie can't talk about it, it's all my own family, and besides, I didn't give it to you for nothing, let's not change it!" Then they saw the young battalion commander pointing with his hand to the horse meat that the soldiers were carrying on their shoulders.

"Hahaha," their head of the regiment was already laughing, "yes! It's changed, it's changed! Ha ha! ”

Guns for horse meat? Those officers and soldiers are even more embarrassed, they don't have brains in the water, this gun is a war feat!

If the captured war horses are alive, can run and jump, and our cavalry can use it, it is also a war feat, but if you get a lot of dead horses, this can't be considered a war feat, I'm afraid it's all for yourself, is this really just as we thought at the beginning, it's a bunch of foodies?!

It turned out that the battalion directly under the battalion really did not lack guns, in fact, what they wanted most was ammunition, especially grenades, but until now, the Japanese army has fought from Xinqiang River to Changsha and then been beaten by the national army from Changsha all the way back to Xinqiang River, and the ammunition has been exhausted.

Huo Xiaoshan fell in love with the war horses that were killed, this is good, it can be made into horse jerky for long-term preservation, and it is convenient to carry it, but it is the best ration for the direct battalion this combat method.

So he discussed with the commander of the national army, and directly replaced the guns seized by his direct battalion with dead horses.

However, the number of live horses they captured was very limited, so they had to dismember the dead horses directly, so that the soldiers carried them back on their shoulders.

"Check the number of people, huh? What about the fat man? Did any of you see the fat guys? Huo Xiaoshan shouted.

The officers and soldiers of the battalion directly under them looked at each other for a moment, and then a soldier said: "I saw Zheng Tou'er and them go to the other side of the woods!" ”

But just as everyone was looking for it, they heard the sound of "coaxing" on the side of the crowd on the periphery of the battlefield and there was a commotion.

Then I heard someone shouting: "They have taken the prisoners and returned!" ”

"Let's Jean! Let's Jean! Huo Xiaoshan, and they were about to go to see it, when they heard the incomparably familiar Zheng Youjian's triumphant shout.

Under Zheng Youjian's shouting, the soldiers in front naturally separated to both sides.

Huo Xiaoshan and the others saw that it was Zheng Youjian who brought people back, but on both sides of the head were soldiers from the directly subordinate battalion with guns, and in the middle there was a column of disarmed Japanese soldiers, there were more than 30 people!

"Huo boy, Huo boy, no horse, no, Lao Tzu caught more than 30 Japanese strong men back!" In the noise of the soldiers of the national army, I heard Zheng Youjian shouting proudly, as if he was afraid that others would not hear him.