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Sure enough, after the officers were mobilized again and more fully prepared for tactics, the devil soldiers launched a charge again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was still covered by the same artillery fire, and the fire was suppressed.

Or the same mobile shooting, fast charge.

The national * army on the mountain still adopted the same tactics, only this time they had no bullets, only countless stones.

The soldiers of the national * army are extremely nervous, think about it, can the soldiers not panic when they have no bullets? How can I still have the bottom in my heart?

They waited for the order of the regiment commander, quickly threw all the stones, and then took their big knives and fought to the death with the devils.

As for the grenades, they were not willing to use them.

When the devils swarm, when they are stabbed by the devil's bayonet and falls, they will pull the ring of the grenade again, and they will all die and the jade will be burned.

I am not afraid of broken bones, and I am innocent in the world.

But this was all the Colonel's fantasy, and the next scene surprised him, and his soldiers.

The gunfire stopped, and when the devils had already launched a fierce charge, the gunfire rang out again.

Bang bang bang, bang, bang bang -

Da Da Da, Da, Da -

Boom, boom -

It's not the devil's movement, it's the devil's fight!

The commander of the National * Legion hurriedly grabbed the binoculars to observe what was going on.

I saw that there were many soldiers in dark gray military uniforms attacking behind the devil.

"It's the Eight Roads! Brothers, we shouldn't be killed, rush with me, kill the devil! When the colonel saw this, he became excited, and he knew that he and his brothers would not die to-day.

With a wave of the broadsword, the warriors rushed down the hill with great vigour.

At this time, the devil soldiers are not going up the mountain, nor are they going down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there is the Eighth Route Army, and there is a wolf-like national * army on the mountain.

The absolute advantage that was still occupied is now gone, and the sense of superiority is gone.

It is clear that the passive side has become a devil.

They were surrounded.

Wang Liang is still the same, taking the lead, and he has a submachine gun to strafe one by one.

The regiment commander is so fierce, and the soldiers are naturally not far behind.

As soon as the atmosphere of the battle is stirred up, once the rhythm is found correctly, it is a matter of momentum.

Originally, it was a battle of devils encircling and suppressing the national * army, and it became a battle of the national * army, and then the Eighth Route Army tore the devils apart.

In less than half an hour, the battle was over.

Annihilated 300 Japanese troops, ran more than 200, and the remaining 300 all disarmed and surrendered.

"Come on, come on, dig a few big pits, and bury all these devils."

"What? Captive? A piece is buried. Dog's day, don't you eat or drink with these calves? Eat your food?! ”

Wang Liang beckoned the soldiers to dig a pit and burn and bury the body of the devil.

Since the emergence of diseases in some places, Wang Liang has paid special attention to the disposal of corpses, whether Japanese or Chinese, and burned and buried.

And what about the devil captives?

Aren't they all buried alive?

Oh, not now.

In the spirit of humanitarianism, they are first killed with a knife or gun, then set on fire, and finally buried.

Humane, right?

Haha, yes, we are the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who are strictly disciplined and treat the captured soldiers preferentially.

The colonel of the National * Army came down from the mountain, and when he heard Wang Liang's shout, his body was shocked.

It's him!

With excitement, the colonel hurriedly approached to take a look.

That's right! That's this kid!

"Wang Liang, you little rabbit!" The colonel couldn't help but shout, he was so excited.

Wang Liang was stunned, damn, who dares to call Lao Tzu like this?

Tired of living?

But when Wang Liang turned around and saw that face clearly, everything was silent.

That face Wang Liang couldn't be more familiar.

It's just that after four years, there are more wrinkles, and it has become vicissitudes, and my hair is a little gray.

Who is it?

It's Uncle Kim!

That Jin Zhenzhong, the commander of the 37th Battalion of the 210th Brigade of the 219th Regiment of the 37th Division of the 29th Army of the National Revolutionary Army.

Wang Liang's guide on the road of revolution.

The identity of the rough major was also revealed, the former commander of the second company, Zhang Fei.

Major Rebellious, former company commander Liu Li.

"Uncle Kim!" Wang Liang's voice was hoarse with excitement, and he still had a trill.

Baoding farewell, I haven't seen it for four years.

But Wang Liang has not forgotten his benefactor, Jin Zhenzhong, Wang Liang has always regarded him as his own uncle.

"Haha, it's really you kid. Okay, it's amazing, it's out. I wasn't wrong about you, kid. After confirming that it was Wang Liang, Jin Zhenzhong laughed.

I didn't expect to see my eldest nephew when the mountains and rivers were exhausted, and my eldest nephew saved me.

Wang Liang began to look Jin Zhenzhong up and down, and he lost weight, much thinner than before.

Wang Liang remembered that Uncle Jin was so seriously injured and dying, and couldn't help but ask with concern: "Uncle Jin, you, why did you come here, and besides, are your injuries all good?" ”

"Haha, it's been four years, can you not be neat? I'm now the head of the 218 regiment, who do you think those two goods are? Jin Zhenzhong lightly skipped his injury, obviously he didn't want to talk about this, he pointed to Liu Li and Zhang Fei, and said to Wang Liang.

Wang Liang didn't ask much, history records that Jin Zhenzhong's old injuries did not heal until after the founding of the People's Republic of China, since Uncle Jin is unwilling to replace more, then he will not ask deeply.

Looking in the direction of Jin Zhenzhong's finger, Wang Liang saw two more acquaintances.

Liu Li and Zhang Fei, who fought to the death with themselves at the beginning.

Although it has been four years, the appearance of these two people has not changed much, but they look more rough and tough.

The only thing that is convenient is the color of the military uniforms of these two people, as well as their ranks.

From captain to major.

It looks like both men were promoted from company commander to battalion commander.

"Deputy Wang Ying!"

"Deputy Wang Ying!"

Liu Li and Zhang Fei hurriedly saluted Wang Liang.

For Wang Liang, the two have long been obedient.

"Okay, you two don't make this happen, I'm not the deputy of the third battalion. Haha, let's go, Uncle Jin, go to the station of my army and rest. With that, Wang Liang hugged Jin Zhenzhong tightly and went back to the 22nd Regiment station.

"Hey, Liangzi, don't your Eighth Route Army treat prisoners preferentially? What is this for? I won't want to ......" Jin Zhenzhong asked puzzled when he saw that the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army on the road tied up the devil soldiers, threw them into the pit, and piled up a lot of dead branches.

"Haha, uncle, isn't it cold, I'll ask the brothers to light a fire to keep the captives warm. Our Eighth Route Army has always treated prisoners preferentially, where do you want to go. Let's go to the troop station, where I'm about to freeze to death. Wang Liang naturally couldn't tell the truth, and prevaricated indiscriminately.

Yes, the Eighth Route Army gave preferential treatment to prisoners.