The smoke on both sides of the river bank slowly dissipated with the wind, but this was not good news for the Japanese puppet army from the Maliang River, because the vision became clearer, and the snipers under Zhao Zhi were also more accurate. The dull sound of the sniper rifle rang out continuously, and the Japanese puppet soldiers they were aiming at fell to the ground one by one, until the Japanese puppet troops on both sides of the river began to become thin, and the sniper's guns slowly weakened.

The sad Mitsui finally died, and the adjutant who broke a leg escaped Kessler's machine gun group hit, and with a bloody nature, he simply dug out Mitsui who was stunned by the explosion out of the scorched earth, although Mitsui's adjutant died due to excessive blood loss, but Mitsui was robbed back by the Japanese puppet army rear team that came later. Although Mitsui, who was dragged back by the soldiers in the rain of bullets, said that his military uniform was torn into strips of cloth, the Nakasa rank logo pinned to his collar was still there, and the rank mark shining in the sun naturally became the target of the snipers.

The rank on Mitsui's collar lit up the motor's eyes, and the muzzle of the gun moved immediately, and as the snipers pulled the bolt the number of times, one by one the Japanese soldiers fell on the route where Mitsui was dragged away, and the crazy Japanese soldiers were almost using their bodies to cover for Mitsui. The muzzle of the "bang" motor shook slightly, and the bullets in the chamber of the gun flew out, but his trigger was still slower, and the bullets flying out of the chamber only hit a Japanese soldier covering Mitsui. "Damn," the motor muttered in frustration, pulling the bolt and pushing the next bullet into the chamber, concentrating on the shadow of the big fish just now.

"Don't be in a hurry, steady, as a qualified sniper, you must hit more moving targets, and you must learn to formulate your attack order according to the priority of the target" With the decrease in the number of Japanese puppet soldiers, the snipers gradually became a little anxious, and the few Japanese puppet troops became the targets of their competition, and there was often a phenomenon that several sniper rifles hit a target at the same time. Zhao Zhi took this opportunity to start his field training, qualified snipers can only improve themselves in actual combat, Zhao Zhi's snipers will be of great use in the future, if the ability is not enough, it is very likely to die on the battlefield and be eliminated by the war.

The sniper's gunfire continued until Luo Ying returned to Banqiao with a large convoy from Zhangwu County, each sniper fired more than 30 rounds of bullets under Zhao Zhi's strict order, and nearly 100 snipers fired more than 2,000 rounds of bullets enough to beat all the Japanese puppet soldiers that could be seen on the battlefield, including the corpses of those Japanese puppet soldiers, of course. "Let's go, let's take everyone to clean up the battlefield" Watching the large convoy coming from afar, Zhao Zhi ordered Yu Dazhi to take the mercenaries over to clean up the battlefield.

With the 2,000 puppet troops of Mitsui coming from the Maliang River, more than 200 were killed by the explosion in the train station, and the rest of the people were broken in most of the stone beach, except for the part of the Japanese puppet army in the rear line with Mitsui who escaped and ran back with Mitsui dug out of the soil, the others were left on the river beach on both sides of the stone bridge. "Obediently, there are almost a thousand people here" Looking at the corpses in one place and the wounded soldiers of the Japanese puppet army who couldn't stop screaming, Yu Dazhi himself was also a little stunned, he followed Zhao Zhi to fight the Japanese puppet army many times, but it was the first time that he destroyed thousands of puppet troops at one time like today.

Yu Dazhi was happy, but the mercenaries who cleaned the battlefield with him were not happy, after the intensive explosion of large-caliber shells, most of the corpses of the dead Japanese puppet soldiers were torn to pieces, and those firearms and weapons were all incomplete, even if they were taken back to Zhangwu County, they were mostly useless things, what was the use of cleaning such a battlefield. "You fools, we don't want these things, the Eighth Route Army is taking these things as treasures, we don't need to be able to disassemble the Eighth Route Army into parts, what kind of person am I, we don't do the business of losing money" Yu Dazhi had a treacherous look on his face, and shouted in front of half of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

In fact, what Yu Dazhi said is not wrong, the arsenal formed by the Eighth Route Army does not yet have the ability to manufacture and imitate weapons, and the only thing they can do now is to repair the weapons with the removed parts, even if it costs a lot of manpower and materials to reload bullets and home-made grenades, the power of those ammunition is not enough. If Zhao Zhizhen handed over these damaged firearms to the Eighth Route Army, he couldn't tell how happy the Eighth Route Army's arsenal would be, these were all regular Japanese-style firearm parts, and they were all things that the Eighth Route Army Arsenal urgently needed.

The bloodstained weapon parts were packed into trucks with the military uniforms of the Japanese puppet army, and only the corpses of the Japanese puppet army were left all over the stone beach, and Zhao Zhike had no spare time to collect the corpses for them. Since they came to China to burn and plunder, there should be preparations for the corpse wilderness, there are more Chinese troops who are fighting with the Japanese army, and they have not seen the Japanese army bury the corpses of several Chinese soldiers, Zhao Zhi also has some revenge in it.

"Let's go, let's live in Banqiao tonight" Seeing that the battlefield was almost cleaned, Zhao Zhi looked at the sky and vetoed Yu Dazhi's idea of returning to Zhangwu County while it was still early. The mercenaries are fighting in shifts, and they don't feel too tired, but Luo Ying's large convoy is not light, in order to carry the materials in the Madian Railway Station in the past few days, both the coachmen and those mules and horses in the convoy are not light, and they can't all be tired of these mules and horses at one time, Zhao Zhi decided to stay in Banqiao for one night, so that those coachmen and mules and horses can rest and rest slowly.

"Hahaha, I've made a fortune, I've made a fortune now" Looking at the cart full of loot, Luo Ying, who followed Yu Dazhi and learned how to buckle and rope, smiled and even saw it in his throat. The large convoy he led was busy for two days in a row, and the supplies brought back had already been piled up in the barracks west of the city, and it was easy to vacate the carts, but now these trophies were full of carts. According to his husband's usual practice, these things will soon turn into money, and Luo Ying is not ordinary in Zhao Zhi.

"Look at your ideas, see if you have them, these big guys are valuable things, a tank is worth as much as all the items in your big fleet" Yu Dazhi scolded with a smile and gave Luo Ying a brain breakdown, and proudly jumped on a moving tank. When they were at the train station, Yu Dazhi and Eugene did experiments with all kinds of guns, and among the various firearms they captured, except for the Type 92 heavy machine gun, which was somewhat useful for tanks, other firearms, including light machine guns, were not a problem at all. If it weren't for Zhao Zhi saying that there were tanks more powerful than this, Yu Dazhi would not be able to drive this kind of Japanese tank all over the country now.