The news spread early in the morning. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, there is no need to pass it on, just open the door of your own house and see it with your eyes.

Hundreds of soldiers of the Eighth Route Army simply set up tents and slept on the streets.

It's the middle of August, and the average temperature in Shanxi has been around 28 degrees Celsius.

Even at night, it's not particularly cold.

The tent was inside the last robbery, and now it can finally be used.

The people, who had been wondering what was going on with the fierce gunfire last night, immediately rushed to tell each other.

In a few moments, smoke rose from the chimneys of every house, and they all began to cook for the loveliest warriors.

"Captain, you're awake."

Wang Liang saw Liu Rui's eyes very circled, and it seemed that he had been busy all night last night.

"Well, is the aquatic life back?" Wang Liang is most concerned about aquatic life now, this kid won't let that devil sniper kill him, it's really cheap.

"It's back! He was taken to the clinic and was shot twice. But it didn't hurt the vital point, and it was fine. Liu Rui replied.

"I see. Is the battle count out? What about our casualties? Wang nodded brightly, it's good that the aquatic life is still alive.

That devil sniper Wang Liang has seen it with his own eyes, his marksmanship is tricky, his sniper tactics are slippery, and he is a hard stubble.

Shui Sheng was fine, and Wang Liang's hanging heart was put down.

These brothers who have lived their lives, one less Wang Liang will not feel good in his heart.

Now Wang Liang is most concerned about the battle situation, how many soldiers were sacrificed in last night's battle? How many devils have you killed?

Although the battle plan was quite well formulated, the battlefield was changing rapidly, and Wang Liang was not sure how many soldiers would be sacrificed in this battle.

Liu Rui excitedly reported to Wang Liang: "The statistics are out, two hundred and thirty-nine soldiers were killed, and more than three hundred soldiers were wounded. A total of 653 devils and 309 puppet soldiers were eliminated. Killed one officer of the Great Zo, one of the Middle Officers, and three of the Junior Officers. In addition to the arsenal that was taken by us, five tanks were captured. ”

Although more than 200 fighters were sacrificed, such a result was already quite good.

Mind you, this is a tough battle.

As is customary, even if the attacking side wins the final victory, it is the attacking side that suffers the heaviest losses in personnel.

Because that's when someone organizes a defense, you go to charge, you go to attack someone, you must pay a lot of price.

But this time is different, at the beginning, Wang Liang directly got on the howitzer and blasted the city wall open a gap.

Then there were hundreds of mortar shells fired at each city gate with mortars, and even if the devils on the city tower were made of latte, they had to blow up a few holes.

The absolute superiority of artillery fire made it negligible in the losses of the siege of the city walls.

The fighters died mainly after street fighting.

Before the devil soldiers who came from the barracks to support them reached the city wall, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army had already poured into the city through the open gap.

Good guys, just do what they say, and start a fierce tug-of-war in the alley.

Blossoming on all sides, and finally the troops converged together, and victory naturally belonged to the Eighth Route Army.

"Well, five tanks, not bad. What about your special forces team? What about casualties? Wang Liang nodded, but he was still a little sad in his heart, and sacrificed more than 200 soldiers.

This is not what Wang Liang wants to see.

But to fight a war is to have death, and there will be sacrifice.

"The special combat team lost 18 people, and all of them were more or less wounded. But the regiment commander, the devil special forces who fought with us last time were bitten by us. Today, when we cleaned up the battlefield, we found that there were more than 80 corpses. ”

The military uniforms of Yamamoto's Yamato Soul Commando are different from the military uniforms of ordinary ghost soldiers, and with different equipment, it is easy to distinguish.

"I'm afraid I still ran a lot." Wang Liang said lightly.

Wang Liang judged from the last firefight that the number of this devil's special forces will definitely not be less than three hundred.

Last time, about 50 people were killed, this time it was 80, and more than 100 people escaped.

It's not easy.

Zhutian ran away Wang Liang was not surprised, but hundreds of devil special forces ran away silently, which shows their terribleness.

"What's going on over there? Why did you gather so many fellows? Wang Liang noticed that there was a group of ordinary people not far from the Devil's Command, and he didn't know what he was doing.

"That's right, early in the morning, the people of Jindong City knew that we had beaten the Japanese devils away, so they lit a fire in their own house to cook, and gave the cooked food to our soldiers to eat." Liu Rui explained.

Wang Liang smiled, it's so good.

How could the aggressor win?

Drowning in the vast sea of the people's war can also drown you little Japanese sons of dogs.

"You can't let the fellows take out so much food for nothing, what about the devil's warehouse? Half of the grain was left, and the rest was divided among the villagers. ”

"Yes, Captain." Liu Rui nodded, and immediately ran to comply.

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"Hello Commander!"

"Hello Commander!"

Wang Liang found that although the soldiers had a lot of eyes, they were high-spirited.

A battle has vented all their frustration, and they have regained their self-confidence.

"Here, Wang Liang."

Wang Liang walked into the devil's headquarters and saw Zhao Gang and several officers of the regiment headquarters busy packing up their things.

Yesterday the house was blown up badly, and then an artillery shell came in and blew up the house.

"Lao Zhao, have you found anything good?"

"Don't say it, there really is. Look. ”

After that, Zhao Gang handed Wang Liang a saber.

This saber is very beautiful, inlaid with gold and jade, and the gilded structure looks like a general's knife.

That's right, that's Takeda's saber, but I didn't have time to bring it with me in a hurry.

Non-commissioned officers and officers in Japan are sabber-wielding.

Non-commissioned officers and junior officers are the kind of production line products uniformly distributed by the army, although rough, but also a status symbol.

The sabers of the middle and upper rank officers were purchased by themselves.

If you can do it to a middle-level officer, it is definitely not bad money, and the saber is naturally the best material.

As a lieutenant general, Takeda is a person who can meet the emperor, so he naturally does not be ambiguous in the use of swords.

Not to mention the handle of the ivory knife, it is also inlaid with gold and jade, which is very magnificent.

Wang Liang took it in his hand and shook it, it felt very good, it was a beautiful handicraft.

"What a knife, is there anything else? Lao Zhao, won't it be like this? ”

"There are a few more of these, but it's almost interesting compared to this one, except for the four adjutants, the rest are the captain's, and the captain's are all machine-made knives, so it's not interesting." Zhao Gang replied.

Machine-made knives are naturally machine-made, which is far from hand-made knives.

The knives of lieutenants and non-commissioned officers are basically mechanisms, while the swords above the adjutant are hand-forged, and the difference is naturally self-evident. (To be continued.) )