"Brothers, our reinforcements are coming, let's kill them!"

Seeing Han Xiaolei appear with a battalion of troops, Liu Minghui, who was already desperate, instantly lit up, and roared wildly to stab a puppet soldier with a bayonet, raising his arms and shouting, but the wild laughter fell in Han Xiaolei's eyes, but he always felt a bit of conspiracy.

"Hahaha, the political commissar finally didn't lie this time!"

"The two devils of ****, I like more people to bully less, right, it's our turn now......"

The soldiers were also laughing wildly, and their bodies, which had been fighting to exhaustion, burst out with endless strength again, roaring and desperately counterattacking, under the internal and external attacks, the formation of the advance brigade composed of the puppet army and the Japanese army finally showed signs of disarray......

If Lei Ming saw this scene, although he would definitely be angry and ruined by the fact that so many soldiers had died in the battle, and he would not be able to eat for a few days, but if he saw that the team led by Han Xiaolei to rescue Lingqiu to save Lu Yuan was restrained by his own and Liu Minghui's small schemes, he would definitely be proud behind his back.

Even after the incident, he would show off everywhere in the whole regiment and the whole division, saying how he played Han Xiaolei, an old opponent, in the palm of his hand, not only blocked the puppet army from reinforcing Lingqiu, but also allowed himself to save Lu Yuan without any scruples, and then get the crooked machine guns, grenadiers and a lot of materials he wanted.

After discovering the puppet army led by Zhou Biao, Lei Ming and Liu Minghui made a plan almost instantly, preparing to take advantage of the weakness of the Eighth Route Army that they would not stand idly by when they saw that their brother troops were besieged, and they took some people to continue to Lingqiu, while Liu Minghui took the rest of the people to block this wave of Japanese puppet army.

The only thing he didn't expect was that these puppet troops led by Zhou Biao were so strong in combat and would cause so many casualties.

Boom, boom......

The artillery fire was continuous, the roar of the fight for life was deafening, and the mountain wind seemed to stop blowing at this moment, and it seemed that they were all shocked by those tragic killings, and they were frightened.

The unprecedentedly brave puppet army, as well as four or five hundred soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, launched the most tragic battle in the small canyon.

This is not the position where Han Xiaolei and Liu Minghui fought, but the puppet army led by Lei Ming and Peng Weiyi, who rushed over from Laishui, met in this canyon.

Lei Ming successfully dragged Han Xiaolei, an old opponent, with a trick, but no matter how clever the strategy, he couldn't escape the arrangement of fate, just like fate, Zhuge Liang would go out of Qilian Mountain seven times without success, and it was destined that Lei Ming's troops and the puppet army led by Peng Weiyi would meet each other in a narrow way.

Da Da Da ......

The machine guns were roaring, the grenades were exploding, the puppet army was condescending and constantly strafing, and many soldiers fell in a pool of blood, although some soldiers rushed into the enemy group without fear of death, and were instantly overwhelmed and killed by more than a dozen puppet soldiers.

"Withdraw, withdraw......"

Lei Ming roared in anger, he never expected that this wave of puppet troops would be so strong, he launched three attacks, but not only did not break through the opponent's position, but suffered dozens of casualties.

If he knew that this wave of puppet troops was fighting with the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment in the volcano, and then it was defeated half an hour later, and then chased and killed for more than 20 miles, and fled back to Laishui City in embarrassment, I don't know how he would feel, and whether he would reassess the strong combat effectiveness of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment.

In fact, after a battle with the independent regiment of the Sichuan Army, this wave of puppet troops of more than 1,000 people has accumulated strong combat experience, and more importantly, it has accumulated the prestige of commanding troops for Peng Weiyi.

Just like now, the puppet army holding the position is not afraid of death, the reason why they did not disperse as soon as they rushed like before, they were really forced to hold on - Peng Weiyi organized a team of supervisors, led by him personally, two machine guns were mounted at the rear of the position, whoever dared to escape, immediately killed!

If it were someone else, maybe these puppet soldiers would have the courage to try to see if the other party would shoot, but in the face of Peng Weiyi, they didn't dare at all, because they were braving the volcano, and Peng Weiyi had personally set up a machine gun to shoot those retreating puppet soldiers!

"It was the troops of the Eighth Route Army that attacked us!"

The adjutant reported in a low voice: "I thought these eight roads were so powerful, but it turned out that it was nothing more than that!" ”

"It's not that they're not good enough, it's that we're stronger!"

Peng Weiyi smiled coldly and said in his heart that the more than 1,000 people he led were not badly equipped, plus he supervised the battle, these subordinates did not dare not work hard, in the case that both sides were playing with their lives, they were all carrying one head on two shoulders, who would be worse than whom?

It's just that he shouldn't have said it at all.

If a soldier of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment heard this, he might spit on his face, and then come to a sentence - there is a kind of battle with our Sichuan Army Independent Regiment to try!

For this kind of defeated generals, the independent regiment of the Sichuan army has enough psychological advantages and strength advantages, and they are very sure that if this group of puppet troops meets them, they will definitely be able to defeat the opponent in the shortest possible time, and then chase and kill for dozens of miles, and then the corpses are all over the field.

At the same time, the soldiers of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment were advancing rapidly, and everyone's foreheads were covered with beads of sweat, but they were all gritting their teeth and persevering, without the slightest intention of stopping.

"Battalion commander, there are gunshots in front, it seems that part of the thundering troops of the Eighth Route Army and Han Xiaolei's troops are fighting fiercely with the puppet Japanese army......"

Scout Quickhorse came back and reported.

"Don't worry about anything, it's important to save the regiment leader, give orders to go down, bypass this side, and move forward at full speed!"

Yang Zongman did not hesitate to order, if it was normal, no matter where they encountered the puppet Japanese army, as long as the conditions were right, they would stab the other party fiercely no matter what, but now, they can't care so much at all!

There is only one goal in everyone's minds, to rush to Lingqiu and rescue the head of the regiment in the shortest possible time!

In front of them, Ren Haifang's lone wolf Ximen butcher Sun Liang, as well as Long Yun and Qiu Qianyu, the big man of the Eighth Route Army, and others were all speeding towards Lingqiu, and their goals were all far away!

Many local armed forces, as well as some scattered puppet armies and Japanese troops in the surrounding area, have also received the news that Lu Yuan is in Lingqiu, and they are also gathering over there.

Lingqiu Xujia Village, a small village with no name in history, has touched the hearts of countless people at this moment.

However, Lu Yuan mobilized nearly 10,000 troops on both sides with the power of one person, and such an influence makes people feel sideways when they think about it.

Not to mention, after getting the news that Lu Yuan was trapped in Lingqiu, senior officers such as Terauchi Shouichi and other high-ranking officers of the Japanese military stayed by the phone all night, wanting to hear the news of Lu Yuan's killing at the first time.

Perhaps once they heard the news of Lu Yuan's death, I don't know how many Japanese soldiers would raise their glasses and get drunk to celebrate.

At the same time, on the sea, a warship was heading towards China, and Yoshikawa Sadasa, the nephew of the Japanese emperor, was constantly writing and drawing in a small notebook, perfecting the secret service he was about to set up in China, and conceiving an assassination plan.