Chapter 114: Killing the Reservoir Dogs

The enemy's positions on both flanks crumbled. The puppet army is in complete chaos. Classes don't make classes. Row out of row. They all retreated. Race for your life. Despite the machine-gun fire of the Inspectors. Chop with a sword. It can't stop the crowd that is routing like a low tide. On the left flank, a puppet army overseeing the battle was knocked down by a puppet army fleeing for their lives. No one looked at him. No one pulled him. Howling and tossing for a while. Finally trampled to his life.

The cronies on the right flank of the enemy ran faster than the puppet army. Even use machine guns to strafe the puppet army huddled together. Make a way for your escape. On both flanks of our Eighth Route Army and the masses participating in the battle. Like an open pair of iron tongs. Frontal position clamping.

At this time. The traitor Xia Xitian looked backwards. Vocal shouting. The horn blows frequently. The villages on both sides of the road are flooded with people armed with weapons of all kinds. Apparently the inhabitants of these villages came to help. Xia Xitian looked forward again. The dust rises again on the west bank of the Wei River. The sound of killing is high. Reinforcements from the Eighth Route Army are crossing the river. Xia Xitian concluded that he was about to fall into a siege. He and his troops were like a lonely boat bobbing in the stormy seas. There is always a danger of capsizing.

"Withdraw." It took a lot of effort for Xia Xi Tianxiang to squeeze this word out between his teeth. This is what he has been doing since he was a pseudo-officer. This word is often used.

The puppet soldiers climbed into the car one after another. That's when the . A rain of iron poured down violently. A few more puppets were pulled out of the car.

The puppet army scrambled to climb into the car. The drivers started the car in a panic. Shuangmiaozi stronghold ran to ......

"Chasing. Chase after you." Wang Xiaosan shouted as he ran.

"Comrades. Chase quickly. I'll go ask my superiors." The horses will shout loudly. Turn around. Look around. Let go of your throat and shout in a row. Company Commander Instructor Regiment Commander ......"

Chen Shiyu found out through the binoculars that the enemy had fled. Immediately ordered: "The 13th Regiment and the 1st Regiment of the Luzhong Military Region took advantage of this east wind to attack the strongholds of Zhang's Laochao, Shuangmiaozi, Qinjiaheya, and Dingjiashawo; The 6th Regiment immediately captured Sangju again."

"Yes." A staff officer made a phone call to convey the commander's order.

"In addition. When the old 6th and 13th regiments completed their mission. Immediately cooperate with the Weihe River to cross the river in the east. annihilated the puppet Zhucheng County Security Brigade Lu Xiaoxian, which was entrenched in the port and Lucheng; The 1st Regiment of the Luzhong Military Region should take advantage of the victory to expand the results in the direction of Anqiu. Conquer Jingzhi Town. Annihilate the enemy's puppet army, Li Wenli." Chen Shiyu added the order.

Shi Yichen, chief of the Operations Section of the Shandong Binhai Naval District Command, saluted and said, "Yes. No need to call. Or am I going to do it myself?"

"Good. It's up to you to command." Political Commissar Tang Liang continued.

The campaign ended on July 30. Yes. Our army conquered more than 20 strongholds around Zhucheng. A total of more than 5,000 enemies were killed. Among them, more than 2,000 officers and soldiers below the chief of staff of the brigade of Lu Xiaoxian and Zhang Buyun were captured. The conditions were created for the final destruction of the enemies of the cities.

The water of the Guwei River is flowing whimperingly. Feng Sha Splash Face. Daylight is bleak. The land of humiliation is silent and desolate.

Zhucheng. This ancient town. It's a terrifying and unsettling scene. Houses are closed. The streets are deserted and few people come and go. Most of the shops are ajar. The shelves are mostly empty. Shows that the owner has no intention of running the business. On the four walls of the teahouse restaurant. On the pillars. There are posts everywhere that say "Don't talk about state affairs". There are very few customers. Dude dozing.

Present. Life in the cities seems to have come to a standstill. Lost the colors and sounds of joy. A few dogs barking and chickens occasionally crow in the deep alleys. It's kind of a little bit of life for this important town. Soon after the Japanese invaders surrendered. Zhang Buyun is carrying out brutal killings at the same time. Began a frenzied ransack. Good dying struggle.

Zhucheng. Zhang Buyun's headquarters is stationed in a large courtyard in Tun. Unusually silent. The staff officers hid in the wings on both sides. Some leaned over the window and peeked out. The puppet army passing through the courtyard all stood on tiptoe and slipped quietly. I'm afraid of it. Loud sound. Alarm the murderous gods. Invite flying disasters.

in the main hall. The gods are angry with the demons.

"You're a big fool. You've failed my trust. What kind of face do you have to come back to me?" Zhang Buyun roared furiously. Knock the table loud. The shock made the stationery and paper fly.

Xia Xitian stood straight in front of Zhang Buyun. The corner of the left eye twitches incessantly. I still haven't gone away. His left arm hangs from his chest with a triangular scarf. Oozing stains of blood. It was in retreat Hou. Wounded by the militia's "foreign artillery". Xia Xitian has been rampant in Shandong Binhai since then. It's the first time I've suffered like this.

Xia Xitian intermittently argued: "I really can't imagine that the Eighth Route Army is so powerful. Act so fast. There are also ordinary people who cooperate in the battle...... Our army was surrounded on unfavorable terrain . Enemies on all sides. Outnumbered."

"Shut up." Zhang Buyun slammed the table hard. Hurry forward. He picked up Xia Xitian's chin with his left index finger. Clouds of spit splashed in each other's faces." Outnumbered. Hum. It's a shame that you, the turtle grandson, said such a thing. I'll give you a few hundred centaurs. Are they all pustules?"

"Damn it." Xia Xitian said in horror.

Zhang Buyun was furious. picked up his right hand and wanted to slap Xia Xitian. A glimpse of Xia Xitian's spasmodic cheeks. Trembling left arm. The old feelings came to my heart. The right hand, which had stopped in the air, fell steeply. Borrowed to make a gesture of disappointment.

Thereupon. Zhang Buyun muttered bitterly, "What. You want me to take the entire First Army to fight the Eighth Route Army. That's true. I've already wiped out the Eighth Route Army. Lest I leave such an indelible stain on my Zhang Buyun's war history." Apparently. The latter few words are intended to be addressed to the Chief of Staff.

Chief of Staff Guan Yong. Graduated from the Northeast Lecture Martial Arts Hall. He served as a regiment commander and instructor in the 57th Army of the Kuomintang. At the beginning, he came to Zhang with enthusiasm. I wanted to devote what I had learned to strengthen the regularization of Zhangbu's army. But Zhang Buyun's perverse behavior made him disheartened. Now sitting at another table. Rolling around with a roll of papers. has been quietly watching this farce. Neither sympathetic to Xia Xitian. Zhang Buyun is also not supported. It's like an outsider looking coldly at a roadside play that has nothing to do with him.

However. In that pair of pupils hidden by an indifferent expression. But it shimmered with an elusive brilliance. For this fiasco. Not indifferent. Contrary. He was very concerned about the fiasco. But. His concerns. It is different from Xia Xitian's complaining. It's also different from Zhang Buyun's anger. It's his own unique form of thinking.

Zhang Buyun's words were stabbed at him. He couldn't help but say something. (Biography of Chinese and Foreign Heroes.) /5/5258/)--

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