In winter, the fields and mountains are particularly empty. The northwest wind penetrated into the mountains northwest of Jin, whistling sharply among the peaks and ravines, as if freezing the bare rocks. People who are outdoors are like they have cigarette pouches in their mouths, and white smoke is whirring. Li Yunlong ordered the scattered companies to conduct assassination training. There is no way to do this, the troops lack cotton clothing to protect against the cold, and if they are inactive, they will freeze to death. Some companies had only one or two cotton clothes, which only sentries could wear when they were on duty. Li Yunlong believed that instead of letting the troops freeze and jump, it was better to practice assassination, which not only trained a sweat but also improved their combat quality.

Zhao Gang, who was wearing only a single coat, fell ill with cold and a high fever of 39 degrees Celsius.

Li Yunlong loves to scold the street when he is worried, he scolds the heavens and the earth and scolds the northwest wind and scolds the little devils, and his father scolds the ancestors of God and the little devils all over again.

Zhao Gang woke up from a coma and saw Li Yunlong scolding the street, so he said apologetically: "Lao Li, my illness and the burden are all on you, my body is too unlucky, otherwise how can I say that I am useless and a literati?" ”

Li Yunlong's eyes glared: "Where are you talking so much nonsense?" Who doesn't have a headache when they have a brain fever? How is it useless for literati? When I was a child, my father told me that anyone can be disrespectful in this life, only Xiucai must not be disrespectful, that is Wenqu Xing, not a mortal. In our village, my family is not the poorest, but there are still two acres of thin land, and when the year is good, it is no problem for a family to have an old snack full stomach. My father said that even if I die poor in this life, I will be allowed to study, and the whole family will save money for me to go to the private school to study, but unfortunately I only studied for three years before I caught up with the disaster year, and I couldn't eat enough to still afford to read? I only learned the "Three Character Classic" and "Hundred Family Names", didn't you teach me these days, and I Li Yunlong didn't have a pot of paste in his head? I, Li Yunlong, burned high incense in my last life, and when I meet such a great intellectual as you, shouldn't I be a bodhisattva? ”

Zhao Gang scolded weakly: "You don't give me a high hat on a dog day......"

"Look, look, how come you, a great intellectual, have also learned to scold, didn't you learn from me?"

Zhao Gang opened his eyes and said, "We have to think of a way, if we continue like this, we will be trapped to death." Cotton clothes are still a trivial matter, and they will pass after a while. The most serious is the problem of ammunition, with less than five rounds per person, and a skirmish cannot be fought. ”

Li Yunlong touched Zhao Gang's notebook and wanted to tear the paper and roll the cigarette.

Zhao Gang protested: "If you don't touch my book, you'll almost be torn off." ”

Li Yunlong snorted: "Stingy ghost, a broken book is also a baby, Lao Tzu will give you a new one in a few days, or Japanese goods." ”

Zhao Gang's eyes lit up: "I know your idea of fighting the devil transport team again, let's say, how are you going to fight this battle?" ”

"Assemble a battalion first, with one battalion as the main one. The combat backbone of the other battalions was then supplemented into a battalion and organized into a reinforced battalion. According to the reconnaissance report, the escort strength of the devil's transport team is generally a small team, and I will take a reinforced battalion to do his team, and the strength of 10:1 should be no problem. Lao Zhao, you say, how to fight this battle? "Li Yunlong is selling Guanzi.

Zhao Gang said: "I know you're testing me. If I say it, there will be nothing to do with you, the head of the regiment, I am the head of the regiment, can you be the political commissar? Okay, just if our regiment doesn't have a regiment commander now, I will temporarily act as the regiment commander to organize this ambush battle. First, our weakness is poor firepower and lack of ammunition. In terms of strength, we and the Japanese army are 10:1, and if we talk about firepower, we and the Japanese army are afraid that they are not even more than 1:20. With such strong firepower, not to mention a reinforced battalion, even if the independent regiment is all up, it is just a bunch of live targets. After the tie pass, the 115th Division devoted all its strength to launch a surprise attack on the unsuspecting Japanese army under the condition of sufficient ammunition and extremely favorable terrain, and the regular field army was only a draw against the second-rate baggage troops, and the casualty ratio was 1:1. Compared with the battle of Pingxingguan, we don't have the capital of the 115th Division at that time, if we don't calculate well, this would have lost a lot......"

Li Yunlong slapped the table and said with a smile: "Okay, you Zhao Gang, it seems that I can't sit for long as the head of the regiment, have you kid been thinking about this son for a long time?" ”

Zhao Gang continued along his train of thought: "Actually, I thought of it when you arranged for the troops to conduct assassination training, look at the subjects you arranged, single soldier against stab, one-on-one, one-on-three, I guessed at that time that you planned to fight a regular white-knives battle at the right time and under the right terrain conditions. The Japanese Army is good at white-knuckle warfare, and the emphasis is on assassination training in individual training. Their Infantry Code of Conduct was more mechanical, with bullets in the chamber to be withdrawn before engaging in white-knuckle combat. It is said that they were most disgusted by the Eighth Route Army's shooting in white-knuckle combat, believing that it was detrimental to the honor of a regular army. I suspect that you hope to prove that the Eighth Route Army's assassination techniques and courage were in no way inferior to those of the Japanese soldiers. ”

Li Yunlong nodded: "Yes, that's what I think." In fact, from the perspective of Chinese martial arts, the Japanese infantry's two-shot assassination technique is not at all on the table. When it comes to cold weapons, we Chinese are our ancestors. In this assassination training, more than 100 soldiers in the whole regiment had practiced martial arts, and they mixed the routines of the red tassel gun into the assassination training, not only paying attention to the lethality of the bayonet and **, but also paying attention to the use of leg methods in martial arts. The monk kid has more tricks, he designed a knife that can be placed on the tip of his foot, kicking it out, and the knife will see blood. In the past, playing with this kind of secret weapon would be despised by people in the martial arts, but now there is not so much attention to dealing with devils. Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the second company of the first battalion, came to me last time and said that the second company did not plan to practice assassination, and that it would not succeed in practicing machete. I just remembered that this kid had been a platoon commander in Song Zheyuan's 29th Army Broadsword Team and knew some knife skills. I said okay, as long as you don't use bullets, you can slaughter the Japanese devils, you can use the old girl's awl scissors. Unexpectedly, as soon as I said it, I took out more than 100 machetes like a trick, and after making trouble for a long time, people had already prepared. ”

Zhao Gang continued: "Second, the choice of terrain is the key, first of all, it is necessary for a reinforced battalion to be able to quickly deploy from a hidden position, and rush up and entangle the enemy with lightning speed before the Japanese army has time to organize a fire counterattack. The premise of this tactic is to shorten the impact distance as much as possible, preferably within 50 meters, so that it can rush up within a minute. Once they are entangled with the enemy, they can't help them if they don't want to fight with bayonets. ”

Li Yunlong said with a smile: "Look, a complete set of combat plans has come out. Lao Zhao, you do good deeds to the end, help me think about where to choose the ambush location? ”

Zhao Gang teased: "Come on, don't be modest, this is your battle plan, I'm just saying it for you." Don't sell it, a few days ago, you took the monk around the wild wolf valley, and I knew what you wanted to do. The place is well chosen, I think it's in Wild Wolf Valley. ”

Li Yunlong shouted: "Those who know me, Zhao Gangye." ”

"But I want to remind you, in case the intelligence is not accurate, the devil is not a car escort team, but a squadron or a large combat unit, what should you do?" Zhao Gang asked.

Li Yunlong said: "The ancient swordsman and the master met in a narrow way, assuming that this opponent is the number one swordsman in the world, what should you do if you know that you are invincible?" Do you turn around and run away or beg for mercy? ”

"Of course you can't back down, why else would you be a swordsman?"

"That's right, knowing that it's a death, you also want the sword to be unsheathed, this is called a bright sword, if you don't have this courage, don't be a swordsman. It's not a shame to fall under the opponent's sword, that's called defeat, but it's still glorious, if you don't dare to show your sword, don't mess around in the future. Our independent regiment should not be a bad seed, the devil will show his sword when he comes to a team, and he will also show his sword when he comes to a team. ”

The earth was covered with snow, dry and hard, and the biting cold wind seemed to freeze people's brains and even their thoughts. A few lone locust trees on the side of the road could be heard cracking from time to time under the severe cold, as if its limbs were shattered under the bark, and occasionally a thick branch was blown to the ground by the cold wind and smashed on the backs of the lurking warriors.

More than 400 fighters of a reinforced battalion lay motionless in the earthen ditches on both sides of the road. They are covered with withered grass that has been brought in advance, so that they can not only keep out the cold, but also achieve the effect of concealment. Li Yunlong saw that the grass on the side of the road was trembling slightly, and he knew that it was the soldiers in single clothes who were shivering in the cold wind. The troops had been in their latent position for three hours, and Li Yunlong himself was so cold that two rows of teeth kept colliding, and in his own words, hearing this sound was like a machine gun. He said in an incoherent voice to Zhao Gang, who was frozen and his face turned blue, "Old ...... Old...... Zhao ...... Look at your ...... What does that look like...... Like a fucking ...... The blue-faced beast resembles ...... It's like ......"

Zhao Gang, who was just a little sick, knew that it was time for another serious illness. But he insisted on participating in the battle, and he couldn't let people look at him and say that the political commissar who was born as an intellectual was a bear egg, and he couldn't even bear the cold, so what kind of political commissar should he be? He replied with his upper teeth and teeth, "You...... Are you still ...... me...... You, you, you look like that...... ...... than me I'm no better...... Where to go, like ...... Like a fucking ...... Hang...... Hanging with frost ...... Frost of winter melon. ”

Li Yunlong still wanted to return the mouth, but his mouth moved for a long time but he couldn't say a word, he touched his belly through the single clothes, and found that the feeling was a little wrong, how could the belly be hard? It seemed that all the internal organs were frozen together, and he thought to himself: If you put on the armor, the devil's bayonet will not be able to stab you.

The lookout post on the hill in front of him made a code, and finally came, I don't know how many people, regardless of him, it's the same anyway, it's broken, the devil has to do it with a team, and it has to do it with a team, it's better than freezing to death.

A Japanese convoy of cars appeared, with two crooked machine guns mounted on the roof of the driver's cab of the vanguard. The carriages were loaded with loaded guns, Japanese soldiers wearing yellow tweed fur coats and fur hats, and there were dozens of trucks full of soldiers...... The Japanese trucks were moving slowly, and the vanguards seemed to be cautiously searching. The song of the Japanese soldiers was heard in the wind:

Looking at the morning glow,

Undulating endless mountains and rivers,

Our elite army is mighty,

All the allies are Corning,

Loaded with glorious Kwantung Army.

…………

Zhao Gang, who knew some Japanese, changed his face slightly, and said softly: "This is the military song of the Kwantung Army, Lao Li, the situation has changed, this is not the Japanese troops stationed in Shanxi, it is the Kwantung Army that has just been transferred to the Guandong." There are two squadrons of troops, and the ratio of our strength is almost 1:1, why not? ”

Li Yunlong looked at the approaching convoy, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, do it!" The enemy has sent his chest to the tip of our bayonet, how can he retract the bayonet? Li Yunlong waved his hand, and the monk sounded the pre-buried **. With a bang, the first car was blown to pieces, and the fragments of the car and the broken limbs of the Japanese soldiers fell from the sky one after another, almost all of which fell on the sleeper soldiers.

The dead grass on the side of the road was lifted in an instant, and rows of shiny bayonets appeared. The troops rushed onto the road like a tidal wave, and in an instant, the crowd in yellow uniforms and those in gray uniforms were twisted together.

The well-trained soldiers of the Kwantung Army reacted quickly before the sudden attack, they jumped out of the car with a scream, and the sound of pulling the bolt of the gun was loud, and the yellow bullet jumped out of the chamber and burst to the ground. In the blink of an eye, dozens of Japanese soldiers slowed down their hands and feet, and were stabbed in the heart by the bayonets of the independent regiment.

It was a hard-fought hand-to-hand fight. The two sides were red-eyed, the sonorous sound of the bayonets intersecting, the muffled sound of ** hitting the flesh, the screams of the dying people, and the roar of killing all resounded...... Two Japanese Zero fighters flew by at an ultra-low altitude, and the Japanese pilots found that the road below was densely packed with people twisted together, gray and yellow. The pilot's hand on the machine gun firing button was released, and the plane swept by.

According to the decision of the regimental party committee before the war: the regiment commander and political commissar should stick to the command position and should never be allowed to participate in white-knuckle battles. This stipulation was actually aimed at Li Yunlong, who also solemnly expressed his attitude and resolutely abided by the decision of the regimental party committee. But as soon as the battle began, he and the guards were in a state of excitement. Li Yunlong took off his military uniform in three and two clicks, picked up the ghost head knife and rushed up shirtless. The regiment commander was shirtless, and the guards naturally had no reason to wear clothes, and the monk also threw off his clothes and rushed forward with a red tassel gun. Zhao Gang couldn't stop it, and when he saw that the two had rushed into the enemy formation, he couldn't hold back for a while, and rushed up with his guard Xiao Zhang carrying a shell gun.

What a melee, the perfect combination of military will, courage and fighting skills. The famous division commander of the 115th Division of the Eighth Route Army, the future marshal, once came to the conclusion that the troops that dared to see the red with bayonets were the excellent troops. The 1st Battalion of the Independent Regiment, dressed in single clothes and withstanding the biting cold wind, faced the strong enemy with a decisive spirit of breaking the cauldron and sinking the ship, and took the lead in launching an attack and engaged in a tragic white-knuckle battle when the opponent's strength was equal, which was really rare on the Sino-Japanese battlefield at that time.

Li Yunlong's first opponent was a Japanese soldier Cao, who did not scream endlessly like other Japanese soldiers, but did not say a word, holding a bayonet and waiting for work, ignoring the tragic fighting beside him, just staring at Li Yunlong with a pair of gloomy eyes. The two looked at each other and circled around for a few times. Perhaps the Japanese military Cao is wondering why his opponent is making a strange gesture. Li Yunlong held the knife in both hands, the blade of the knife drooped in front of his left leg, the knife was facing away from the enemy, while the blade was facing him, almost close to his left leg. The Japanese military Cao couldn't imagine what was the mystery of facing the enemy in this posture, he was impatient, and with a "yah" sound, he threw all his strength into Li Yunlong's left ribs, Li Yunlong's body did not move, the knife in his hand quickly rose, and with a "click", the heavy back of the knife knocked open the rifle in the hand of the Japanese military Cao. A thought flashed through Jun Cao's mind: it was bad, he accomplished two purposes with one action, and at the same time as he raised his knife and slammed the rifle, the blade was already in place...... He didn't have time to think about it, Li Yunlong's blade slashed out a 180-degree killing radius from right to left, diagonally from top to bottom. The body of the Japanese soldier Cao flew out two meters away, and he was still glaring at Li Yunlong. Li Yunlong grinned, this Song Zheyuan's 29th Army's broadsword team is worthy of being an expert in playing with knives, and the more powerful the knife skills, the simpler it is. This knife technique is the unique job of Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the second company who has done in the 29th Army broadsword team, and Li Yunlong has also learned it, this trick is really powerful.

Monk Wei, who was born in Shaolin Temple, is not material to be a guard at all. He had already abandoned the duty of protecting the chief's safety to Java, and only cared about killing himself happily, and the red tassel gun was modified by him, the red tassel tassel was more than two feet long, and the barrel of the gun was an ash rod with a diameter of two centimeters. This kind of classical style weapon has the dual function of a spear and a stick in traditional Chinese martial arts, and in the hands of monks who are proficient in Chinese martial arts, this weapon exerts a lethality that cannot be compared with the 38-style rifle with bayonets in the hands of Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers who advocate cold weapons have a keen eye, and as soon as the monk appeared on the stage, he stabbed through two Japanese soldiers, and they immediately found that this opponent was not ordinary, and immediately five Japanese soldiers came up to surround him. Five bayonets kept stabbing like a marquee, and he was not allowed to slow down at all, he fell down with his back facing the sky, the Japanese soldiers had not yet woken up, the gun in the monk's hand roared to the ground with a 360-degree sweeping stick, and the five Japanese soldiers screamed and fell. The strength of the ash rod was so great, the ankle bones of the five Japanese soldiers were all swept off, the Japanese soldiers outside the circle were shocked, and they all gathered around, the monk stabbed into the chest of a lying Japanese soldier with a shot, and the body borrowed strength to make a pole jump, and rose into the air, the right foot has kicked the throat of a Japanese soldier, and the hidden weapon on the foot cut the carotid artery of the Japanese soldier, and the blood sprayed more than half a foot high with the pressure, and the tip of the gun borrowed weight to nail another Japanese soldier to the ground. The three Japanese soldiers no longer dared to act rashly, and set up a triangular formation back to back in order to protect themselves. The barrel of the gun in the monk's hand shook, and the red tassels more than two feet long swept into the eyes of the two Japanese soldiers facing him like iron dust. The tip of the gun flickered again, piercing between the two heads and into the back of the head of the Japanese soldier with his back to him. The monk was about to clean up the remaining two, when he heard two gunshots, and the two Japanese soldiers fell down, he looked back and saw Zhao Gang blowing with the muzzle of the gun.

The monk said dissatisfiedly: "Political commissar, don't you want to save your son?" If you want to fight bayonets, don't shoot, you see how many devils know the rules, the bullets are all gone, don't let the devils laugh at our Eighth Route Army for not following the rules. ”

Zhao Gang "snapped" and knocked down two Japanese soldiers with two shots, and said in his mouth: "Nonsense, where are there so many rules?" As long as you can destroy the enemy. ”

The monk carried the red tassel gun and jumped towards the place where the fighting was fierce, and said in a low voice: "The political commissar's marksmanship is not bad, and there is no missing bullet within two or three meters......

Although Zhao Gang had participated in many battles, this kind of hard-nosed white-knuckle battle was the first time he had encountered it, and he obviously lacked sufficient psychological preparation for this kind of tragic fight, and he was shocked by the bloody scene in front of him. In his opinion, although the Japanese soldiers were generally short in height, almost every soldier was stout and muscular, with a well-nourished oil on his face, whether it was a thrust or a block, and a well-trained explosiveness on his arms. In contrast, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army showed a thin figure, and their faces also showed malnutrition, and the disparity in the economic strength of the two countries was reflected in the quality of individual soldiers, which made Zhao Gang feel very distressed. But Zhao Gang also found that the soldiers of the independent regiment are indeed different from other troops, they have a common temperament, that is, they are fierce and decisive, and they have the courage to fight the enemy. Zhao Gang saw that during the struggle, some soldiers were constantly stabbed by the enemy's bayonets, and some fighters' abdomen had been opened by bayonets, and their blue-purple intestines had been hung outside their bodies, but they still stabbed the bayonets at the enemy fiercely. A soldier with more than a dozen stabs in his body and a blur of flesh and blood could no longer stand up, he lay on the ground with a machete in both hands, and slashed his feet as long as he saw his feet in fur shoes. Seeing that Zhao Gang's eyes were hot and his blood was swelling, he kept firing at the enemy with a shell gun, and the 20 rounds of ammunition were used up in an instant. Xiao Zhang hit the **, and before he could change, a Japanese soldier's bayonet stabbed him in the abdomen. At this time, Zhao Gang's barge gun rang again......

Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the second company, is also a guy who gets excited when he smells blood. He is a soldier with a classical temperament and admires cold weapons. Song Zheyuan's 29th Army was famous for having a machete in the battle sequence of the Kuomintang army, and its predecessor, the Northwest Army, had to pay attention to the use of machetes for hand-to-hand combat due to poor equipment. Among the training subjects of the troops, knife training accounts for a large proportion. In the 29th Army, those who were promoted from soldiers to officers had to be soldiers with excellent swordsmanship.

In the first battle of Xifengkou that year, Zhang Dabiao, who was the leader of the sergeant squad, cut off the heads of four devils with a machete and was promoted to platoon commander. In 1937, during the Lugou Bridge Incident, during the battle for the big iron bridge on the Yongding River, the He Jifeng Brigade of the 29th Army and the Kwantung Army engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and Zhang Dabiao cut down nine devils with a machete. Later, when the 29th Army retreated south, Zhang Dabiao deserted, and he wanted to go home to settle his old mother. Unexpectedly, the villages in his hometown were burned by the Japanese army, and his old mother was also burned to death. Zhang Dabiao buried his mother, and threw himself into the eighth road with a stomp. From then on, his eyes were red when he saw the Japanese.

When the first truck of the Kwantung Army was blown up into the sky, a Japanese steel helmet that was blown up fell from a high altitude and smashed on Zhang Dabiao's head. He has fought for many years, and he has never been injured at all, and he has never seen others bleed, but this time it was actually his own head that bleed, and he couldn't help but be furious. He rubbed his sleeve on his face a few times, and rushed forward with a machete.

A Japanese soldier sitting in the cab of the car had just pushed the car door and jumped down, Zhang Dabiao's blade flashed, and the head of the Japanese soldier Shaozuo flew out a few meters away. A Japanese soldier had just jumped out of the carriage, and before his feet could stand firmly, Zhang Dabiao stabbed down, and his right hand was chopped off with the wooden ** of the Type 38 rifle and fell into the dust. The Japanese soldier screamed in pain holding the broken arm, and Zhang Dabiao slashed out horizontally again, and the tip of the knife lightly slashed through the neck of the Japanese soldier, accurately cutting the carotid artery, and blood spurted out from the broken part of the artery.

Li Yunlong was rushing over with a ghost head knife, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the rifle that was cut off, so he scolded angrily: "Da Biao, you are really a loser, what a good gun for you to destroy, are you cutting people or cutting guns?" ”

Zhang Dabiao pounced on the other devil with a knife, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, regiment leader, why does that dog's wrist look like it's made of tofu?" I didn't make any effort. ”

The white-knuckle battle was like a knockout match in a sports competition, and in less than ten minutes most of the people on both sides had fallen, and the survivors were only some assassins. A Japanese officer in a yellow tweed uniform with the rank of lieutenant was still fighting the trapped beast. This lieutenant was of medium height, very strong, fair-skinned, with clear eyebrows, very young but unusually brave, a bayonet made him elusive, and several soldiers of the Eighth Route Army surrounded him in the middle, and he was fearless, screaming, stabbing left and right, and attacking frequently, and several soldiers were stabbed down by him.

Li Yunlong was furious, and he was about to rush up with the ghost head knife. Zhang Dabiao rushed over to stop Li Yunlong and shouted: "Regiment leader, give me some face, leave this dog day to me!" His face was flushed, his blood was running wild, and his eyes were shining, a thrill that came from suddenly meeting an evenly matched opponent. Li Yunlong waved his hand, Zhang Dabiao glanced at the regiment commander gratefully, and raised his knife to rush forward.

Zhao Gang ran over from a distance with a shell gun, and saw that Zhang Dabiao was confronting the Japanese lieutenant, and he was about to fight with his gun, but was stopped by Li Yunlong: "Lao Zhao, don't shoot, we are playing with cold weapons today, and I, Li Yunlong, can't let the devils laugh at us and not follow the rules." ”

Zhao Gang said disdainfully: "What rules do you talk to devils?" I see that you have a sick brain, and time is pressing, shoot this devil quickly, and clean up the battlefield quickly......"

Li Yunlong said stubbornly: "No, there are rules of white-knuckle warfare, and I, Li Yunlong, will have to mix in this area in the future, and I can't let the devils laugh at my troops for not having the ability to fight bayonets, which will damage my reputation." Now it's a solo fight, and if Da Biao doesn't work, I'll go again. I don't believe that this kid still has three heads and six arms. ”

Zhang Dabiao and the Japanese lieutenant had passed five or six moves in the blink of an eye, and the military uniforms on both of them were slashed by blades, and the blood soaked the military uniforms. Zhang Dabiao's left rib and arm were cut by a bayonet, but the Japanese lieutenant did not take advantage, his shoulder and arm were also bleeding, especially on his face was cut from left to right by the blade, and even his nose was opened. Machetes and bayonets collided and splashed sparks, making a sonorous metallic sound.

Li Yunlong spread his legs apart, watched the battle casually with a ghost head knife in both hands, and commented in his mouth: "This little devil is good, he has the strength to work hard, and he is quite a man." I said Da Biao, are you okay? If it doesn't work, change people, don't fucking occupy the pit and don't shit. ”

Zhang Dabiao pulled out a white light from the machete, and said in his mouth: "Commander, you rest first, don't work for you, I'll tease this kid for a while, I have to let people show a few hands before they die." ”

The monk carried the red tassel gun and urged impatiently: "Hurry up, hurry up, you should be coaxing the child." That's all there is to this dog's day, the upper plate is very tightly guarded, and the lower plate is all exposed, Da Biao, what are you doing with that knife? Why don't you attack his next handicap......"

The monk's voice fell, Zhang Dabiao dodged the opponent's stab on one side, his body fell to the ground, the machete was against the ground and swept over the fan, the Japanese lieutenant suddenly screamed, his left foot in a lunge was cut off by the sharp machete and ankle, and he suddenly lost his support point and fell to the ground. Zhang Dabiao turned his wrist with a lightning blow, and the head and body of the Japanese lieutenant were separated.

The white-knuckle battle took more than ten minutes to end. The field was littered with bloody corpses, like an open-air slaughterhouse. The corpses of more than 300 soldiers of the Kwantung Army and more than 300 soldiers of the Eighth Route Army all maintained the posture of fighting before death.

It's as if time has frozen in an instant, leaving behind these tragic sculptures.

Zhao Gang's guard, Xiao Zhang, was stabbed in the abdomen, and his blue-purple intestines had slipped out of his body. Zhao Gang hugged the dying Xiao Zhang and shouted: "Xiao Zhang, hold on a little longer, you have to hold on......" His tears rolled down in strings, and he was speechless with grief.

Li Yunlong looked around the battlefield strewn with corpses with a solemn face, and he was deeply impressed by the strong combat effectiveness of the soldiers of the Kwantung Army. The Japanese lieutenant whose head and body had been separated lay on the edge of the ditch, and Li Yunlong said to the monk: "Don't worry about the corpses of other devils, let the devils collect the corpses by themselves, don't pick off this lieutenant's clothes, bury him well." This dog is a man, and he stabbed my four fighters, damn, he's a master assassin, it's a pity. ”

The monk glared and expressed dissatisfaction: "I can't bury my own person in the cold weather, I still care about him ......"

Li Yunlong also glared: "What do you know?" Don't look at the fact that you can fight twice, you are just a monk who has just returned to the world, and you are not a soldier. This kid has a kind, if he is a real soldier, I will respect it, go quickly. ”

In the battle, the first battalion of the independent regiment lost 358 people, and only more than 30 remained. The Japanese lost 371 men and two squadrons were wiped out. Yoshio Shinozuka, commander of the First Army of the Japanese Army in Shanxi, was playing Go with his subordinates when he received the news, and he was first speechless with shock, and then angrily drew his saber and slashed the board to pieces. He was furious that the Eighth Route Army, which was as poor as Hanako, dared to take the lead in attacking the first-class Kwantung Army troops, and he vowed that one day he would cut off Li Yunlong's head with a saber with his own hands.

The headquarters of the Eighth Route Army issued a commendation. Yan Xishan, commander of the Second Theater of the Kuomintang Army, in addition to the commendation, also rewarded Li Yunlong's regiment with 2,000 oceans.

Chairman Jiang, who was far away in Chongqing, said to He Yingqin: "You go and check, is this Li a Huangpu student?" Hey, the rank should be colonel, right? The Ministry of Military Affairs thinks about it, can it be promoted to a major general of the army? ”

He Yingqin said with a wry smile: "Chairman of the Committee, the Communist Party does not recognize military ranks. I heard that He Long of the 120th Division gave his groom the lieutenant general's uniform......"

Li Yunlong sent someone to send Chu Yunfei a Japanese command knife and a pair of military binoculars, and also brought a letter: "Brother Chu, the day before yesterday we met in the county seat, my brother treated my brother well, I didn't say anything about drinking wine and eating meat in a big bowl, and I gave him a love gun at parting. There is a way, come and not be rude, although the group is said to swim but not attack, it has also been quite successful recently, a little courtesy, it is really difficult to make a move, and I hope that my brother will accept it. Brother Yunlong paused. ”

Chu Yunfei sent someone to send 50,000 rounds of ammunition, and the letter read: "Brother Yunlong, I recently heard that your regiment completely annihilated two squadrons of the Kwantung Army with the strength of one battalion, and none of the enemy officers and soldiers escaped the net. In the past, Tian Guangzan Jing Ke said: 'A person who is brave in blood is angry and has a red face, a person who is brave in his pulse is angry and has a blue face, a person who is brave in bones is angry and has a white face, Jing Ke should be a brave person, angry and unchanged. According to the foolish brother's opinion, Brother Yunlong led his troops to take the lead in attacking the strong enemy with inferior equipment, and slashed hundreds of enemies. ”