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Wang Jian was well aware of the arduousness of the task of saving the people of Wangjiatun and the Eighth Route Army this time. What he has to deal with is a group of fierce and well-armed devils, plus a group of imperial allies who fight for tigers, all of which are Japanese-style equipment. The devil is well-trained and has a tenacious fighting style. And the Falcon team he led only had more than 60 people. plus the newly captured devil night raid team has a total of 200 people. These people are used to being the devil's dog, and when they see the devil, they only hate that they are missing two legs and have almost no combat effectiveness. It can be said that it is a rabble.

Although the enemy is strong and I am weak, Wang Jian has the heart to win this battle. For Reiko's safety, the Falcon Commando was arranged by Reiko's side, commanded by Reiko. This twenty-man commando team is the best equipped in the whole team. Equipped with four machine guns, four mortars, and each of the rest of the team is a German rush gun, and a twenty-shot box gun. A military thorn. The average age of the 20 team members is 25 years old. Each member of the team has experienced several battles with devils. It is the essence of this anti-Japanese team. Wang Jian knew very well the fierceness of the devils, and boasted that he was an invincible army in the world, comparing the Chinese army to a group of small goats, they were strong wolves, while the people led by Wang Jian were all irregular troops and mud legs. It's bandits.

Fighting a war is a contest of strength and strategy, and it is the first time that Wang Jian has led so many soldiers. He has drunk foreign ink, received regular and advanced world-class military studies, and is confident in this contingent of more than 200 people. But among the more than 280 people today, 220 people are two devils who fought together at zero hour, and most of them are men who are trying to survive and eat together. Once his life is in danger, what will happen, Wang Jian is very worried. Fortunately, the weapons and equipment of this team are not bad, and they are all issued according to the establishment of military textbooks when he was studying in Germany. Equipped with twenty-two mortars. The whole team has artillery, machine guns, submachine gunners, sniper grenades. Such weapons were on par with the Japanese army. He knew that the number of this team was comparable to that of the Japanese army, but the military quality of the team was far behind. Wang Jian felt a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, if he didn't fight this battle, the consequences would be unimaginable! Not only could the villagers in Wangjiatun not be rescued, but the Falcon team has been in a state of collapse ever since! This battle must be fought.

Wang Jian knew that the biggest threat from the devils was the devil's artillery and machine guns. To this end, Wang Jian specially arranged for the special combat team members with the best marksmanship to deal with the machine gunners and steel gunners of the devils. This task was completed by himself and himself. There were more than 300 devils, and in order to destroy the enemy's living force, he arranged Wang Facai's steel artillery platoon to destroy the enemy's living force. In order to concentrate his firepower, Wang Jian formed a fire array of twelve mortars from the Night Raid Team and eight mortars from the Falcon Team, a total of twenty guns. Commanded by Wang Facai himself, this person served as an artillery soldier of the national army, had combat experience, and had a deep hatred for devils. When Wang Mazi heard that Wang Jian wanted him to be the commander of the artillery platoon and the deputy captain, his face was suddenly full of smiles, and he was determined to work hard. He has excellent skills, and he himself introduced that he is known as a sharpshooter in the national army. With such a treasure, Wang Jian is more confident to win this battle. Wang Mazi patted his chest and stammered a little and said: "Commander-in-chief, I will definitely live up to the commander-in-chief's trust in me and beat the devil to the point of crying dad and mother!" "Because of his pockmarked face, no official appearance, and a little stammering speech, he has been mixed in the national army for three years, and the night raid team has been mixed for two months, and he is still a soldier, but he didn't expect to become an official as soon as he joined the Falcon team, and he was happy.

The team set off, leaving only a dozen elderly soldiers to guard the temple. The rest all set off, Wang Jian led the forty-three members of the Falcon team to the front, and in the middle was Yang Tianshun and Zhang Lang's team. Walking at the end is the commando team of Reiko's belt. Reiko knew Wang Jian's good intentions, and secretly thanked him in her heart, there were already five women in the whole team, Sister Hua, Xiaofang Xiaofeng and herself. Lingzi originally wanted to keep them in Siruanzhong, but Zhang Lang and Yang Tianshun wanted to take her with them. Sister Hua followed Wang Jian closely, very energetic. Reiko secretly thought: It would be nice if Lin Feng was around.

There are more than ten miles from the Golden Buddha Temple to Wangjiatun, and they are all small hairy roads, the Eighth Route Army correspondent who led the team in the front almost used to run, and the falcons who followed him always couldn't keep up, saving people was like fighting fires, and under Wang Jian's repeated urging, the falcons were not forced to keep up. However, the team led by Yang Tianshun and Zhang Lang was slow, like a big girl on the bridge. It was more than a mile away from Wang Jian's falcon team, especially Zhang Lang hugged Xiaofeng while walking, like a loving couple. Xiaofeng wanted to hide, but he couldn't. was so anxious that Lingzi rushed to Zhang Lang's side and scolded loudly: "What kind of words!" We're going to save people! Girl, come with me! After Reiko finished speaking, she grabbed Xiaofeng's hand. Drag her to yourself.

"Let her go! She's my woman! Zhang Lang glared at Lingzi with disdain, and said resentfully: "Lao Tzu still wants to live a few more years, we go to save people, we die, who will save us?" ”

"You don't want to go?"

"What is the Eighth Route Army? Why should we save them? ”

"The Eighth Route Army is an anti-Japanese army, if we don't save them, they will be eaten by devils, we can't stand idly by! I now command you to lead the whole team to run forward! ”

"I'm not leaving, I'm tired, I want to rest, and I'm hungry." Zhang Lang said and sat on the dry grass on the side of the road.

Lingzi looked at Zhang Lang, who was full of ruffians, and the scenes of Wang Lin being besieged by devils, being shot with guns and stabbed with bayonets by devils kept appearing in front of her, as well as the scenes of more than 1,000 villagers in Wangjiatun being killed by devils...... Reiko suddenly became angry, if she didn't arrive on time today, a minute late, countless people would be killed by the devil.

Reiko pulled out the Browning without hesitation, aimed at Zhang Lang's head, and said coldly: "Zhang Lang, get up!" I command you, run and go! ”

Zhang Lang looked at Reiko's stern gaze, and had to stand up, he had learned Reiko's flying knives and marksmanship, and he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Reiko. Here, he had no choice, he said to himself: "Hmph, I want to grab food from the mouth of the imperial army, let's see!" He didn't believe that this improvised group could compete with the Imperial Army.