(I would like to dedicate this chapter to the revolutionary martyrs of the "Mengqi Independent Brigade", they are immortal, and history should not forget them.) Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info their names are unknown, and their achievements will live on forever! ）

"Dismount and inspect it carefully, don't leave a single mouth alive! These damn chinas! Shao Zuo wiped the bloody saber with his white gloves and said to his soldiers.

This duel between cavalry and cavalry made Shao Zuo very annoyed.

His dignified skeleton brigade was beaten up by such a dozen eight-way and messed up.

With the loss of nearly 100 people, the large army of the Eighth Route Army ran away, which was really uncomfortable like eating.

"Hey!"

The cavalry heard the order of the captain and dismounted to mend his sword.

Regardless of life or death, it was a wild stab at the corpse of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

This can be regarded as a catharsis of their emotions.

At this moment, Wang Liang was already unconscious, completely unaware that the danger was gradually approaching him.

A devil soldier Cao held a saber in his hand and slowly walked to Wang Liang.

Slowly lifted, fell...

Phew――

Puff -

A bow and arrow slashed through the nose of the military Cao.

Jun Cao fell down with a thud.

This is just the beginning.

Woo Woo -

Woo Woo -

This poignant sound continued to sound, followed by a dense mass of bows and arrows.

"Nani?" Shao Zuo exclaimed, screaming badly.

"Retreat, retreat!"

But it seems to be too late.

The dense bows and arrows that came over immediately drowned the devil's cavalry.

The horses and horses became targets for bows and arrows.

"Drive!"

"Drive!"

"Kill all these Japs! Don't let one go. Outflank left and right! Ulanfu brandished his saber and said to the warriors beside him.

Suddenly, a large number of cavalry units were divided into three.

Left, right, center.

If you count carefully, there are thousands of people in this team.

They wore a variety of costumes, but a closer look leads to the conclusion that this is a style peculiar to the Mongols.

Yes, they were brave and skilled Mongol cavalry.

"Eight Grid Tooth Road, retreat, retreat!" The captain of the skeleton brigade had an ugly face, and he turned on his horse while covering his right arm that had been hit by an arrow, trying to lead the rest of the army to break out.

The baptism of a rain of bows and arrows left the notorious cavalry brigade of the devils with less than two hundred people.

In the face of a thousand-strong cavalry force, the devils looked a little helpless.

Since I can't rush out, I can only fight with others.

But this time, they sadly discovered that how they dealt with the Eighth Route Army just now, and how they are dealing with them now.

The combat ability of the devil cavalry is really good, but in the face of the wheel battle of the Mongolian cavalry, it must not be thin.

You want to go head-to-head with someone, but they don't care about you.

A crowd of people will come up and slash until you can't move.

"Hack you gang of 'loose goods' (Mongolian dialect, meaning bad. ）”

"Kill the Japanese devils!"

The battle didn't last long, and the evil devil skeleton brigade was wiped out.

The casualties on the side of the Mongol cavalry were not small, and more than 100 people were sacrificed.

"Secretary Wu, the enemy has been completely wiped out by us."

"Well, check if there are any alive in the Eighth Route Army, and bring them back for treatment." Ulanfu nodded and commanded.

"Report to Secretary Wu, I found one alive here."

"This is also available!"

....

When Wang Liang woke up, it was already the next day.

This is in a big tent.

"Secretary Wu, he's awake." A young man saw that Wang Liang opened his eyes and said to Wulanfu excitedly.

"Oh, that's great." Ulanfu smiled and got up from the felt and walked over.

"Who are you?" Wang Liang glanced at the visitor, about thirty years old, with a kind face, and even a little familiar.

It's just that Wang Liang can't remember where he has seen it.

Yes, I must have seen it.

Maybe it was because he was too weak and his brain was not good to carry around, so Wang Liang racked his brains and didn't remember who he was.

"Hello, Comrade Wang Liang, we are from the Mengqi Independent Brigade. My name is Ulanfu, and I am the party secretary of this team. Ulanfu smiled and reported to himself.

Ulanf?

Yes, he's Ulanf!

No wonder Wang Liang didn't remember, it turned out that he was Ulanfu.

Ulanfu, a native of Tabu Village, Tumut Left Banner, Inner Mongolia, is of Mongolian ethnicity.

He joined the Communist Party of China in September 1925.

In 1955 he was awarded the rank of general.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he successively served as Vice Chairman of the People's Republic of China, Vice Chairman of the Standing Committee of the National People's Congress, Vice Chairman of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, and Director of the United Front Work Department of the CPC Central Committee.

No wonder Wang Liang felt familiar, but he didn't recognize it.

That's because Ulanfu was only thirty-two years old at this time, and the photos Wang Liang had seen were all taken when he was in his fifties, and the difference was a bit big.

"Secretary Wu, hello, thank you very much for saving me. But are my brothers alright? Wang Liang first expressed his gratitude, and then immediately asked about the situation of Wulanfu's brothers.

This is what worries Wang Liang the most.

He vividly remembered that when he fell off his horse, his brothers were also covered with stab wounds.

"I'm sorry, but when we rushed to kill the devil cavalry, we only found eight warriors who were still alive. In addition to you, the seven warriors also woke up, or did they tell me the number of your troops? Ulanfu said with some regret.

Wang Liang sighed after hearing this, feeling sad for his sacrificed comrades.

"You fought very well, the team of 800 people inflicted heavy losses on the Sakata Wing, and the number of Japanese soldiers killed reached more than 2,000, plus the Japanese skeleton brigade, this is not a small number. The head of the Central Committee has already sent a telegram of commendation. Seeing that Wang Liang's mood was a little low, Ulanfu comforted.

"Commendations should belong even more to the martyrs who sacrificed. Secretary Wu, please bury them for me, please. ”

"Don't worry, I've already arranged for someone to do it, it's our responsibility."

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Ulanv sent telegrams by radio to the separate regiment and the headquarters of the 129th division, respectively, reporting on the situation.

This cavalry that suddenly appeared was from the Mengqi Independent Brigade.

On February 21, 1936, the officers and soldiers of the Mongolian Political Association of the Bailing Temple established a Communist Party organization under the influence of the Inner Mongolia Working Committee of the Communist Party of China.

After the successful armed insurrection of the security corps, the Kuomintang Suiyuan authorities reorganized the riot corps into the Mengqi Security Corps.

After the 7 and 7 incidents, the unit was reorganized into the Mongolian Banner Independent Mixed Brigade, referred to as the Mongolian Banner Independent Brigade.

In 1939, the brigade was expanded into the new Third Division.

In the autumn of 1942, the unit was moved to Jingyuan and reorganized into the New Seventh Cavalry Division.

This armed force, which belongs to the Kuomintang establishment, is a Mongolian anti-Japanese force established with the help of the Inner Mongolia Working Committee of the Communist Party of China, which has been gradually established and developed under the influence and leadership of the Communist Party of China.

Under the instructions of the CPC Central Committee and Chairman Mao, this armed force held on to and fought on the Ordos Plateau in Inner Mongolia, repeatedly blocked the invasion of Japanese invaders and puppet armies along the Yellow River, defended the Yikezhao League, and ensured the tranquility of the northern part of the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningbo Border Region, leaving a glorious page in the annals of the War of Resistance Against Japan.

The masses called it the Eighth Route Army in Kuomintang uniforms.

(To be continued.) )