Although Saburo Oga was very angry and urged his soldiers to hurry desperately, when they arrived at Fuwan Town, all they saw was a miserable scene after the smoke had cleared.

The little devils of Yoshioka's squadron were all lying on the ground, stripped of their overcoats and military boots, and in a state of embarrassment.

"Yaga! Yoshioka this garbage!

More than 100 people didn't last for 1 hour?! ”

Furious, Saburo Ohga pulled out his saber and made up for Lieutenant Yoshioka, who was already lying on the ground.

He felt that the credit he had originally intended to capture the eight roads was now properly flying.

Not only did the credit fly, but the responsibility for losing a squadron may have to be borne by yourself, and if you don't do it, the position of this captain will be topped by that group of bastards who are eyeing each other.

Thinking of this, he scolded more than a dozen "Baga" in a row!

At this time, only a few little devils who had just taken advantage of the chaos to hide, or hid in the toilet and pretended to be dead, came out to report:

"Your Excellency Captain, there are three Type 92 infantry guns, three Type 60 mortars, countless Type 92 heavy machine guns, Czech light machine guns, and grenadiers, and our firepower is not the opponent of the other side at all, and we have lost dozens of people in one ......."

Seeing that these guys were still barely living, without the bravery of the locust warriors of the Great Fusang Empire, Oga Saburo slashed with a knife, scolding angrily while chopping:

"Yaga!

Coward!

It's all dead, it's all dead! ”

These little devils did not die in the hands of the Eighth Road, but died in the hands of their own people, which can be described as very wronged.

However, just when Saburo Ohga was furious and opened his teeth and claws, there was a sudden "snap" in the dark, and a bullet hit his head like a deadly arrow, taking his dog's life.

With this gunshot, a series of gunshots also rang out, and seven or eight bullets also flew from the shadows and shot towards the little devils of the Oga brigade.

"Enemy attack!"

"Shoot back!"

"Go to the wall, outflank!"

A squadron leader next to Saburo Ohga shouted in horror.

The gunshots rang out like popping beans, and hundreds of little devils shot in the direction where the bullet had just fired, but the blind cat did not touch the dead mouse and killed any of the Eighth Route soldiers.

The person who had just sneaked up in the dark had already been transferred.

The little devil didn't know that it was the sharpshooter squad led by Wang Xikui arranged by Yang Yuanshan who had just attacked them.

In the past, Yang Yuanshan had always trained them as snipers, and now it just came in handy.

……

When the little devils of the Oga Brigade were furious and were bullied miserably by Wang Xikui's sharpshooter squad, the morale of the Independent Regiment was high.

The soldiers of the special battalion carried the captured booty, and under the leadership of Yang Yuanshan, they came to Hongshui Village and saw the third battalion that had set up a blocking position here.

Wang Huaibao, the commander of the third battalion, couldn't help but be very surprised when he saw them coming so soon, and hurriedly asked Yang Yuanshan:

"Yang Yuanshan, you took Fuwan Town so quickly?

I just heard the gunfire in the town, and it's been less than half an hour! ”

Wang Huaibao is a little skeptical about life, this speed is too fast!

"Hehe, there are more than 100 little devils in total, and our No. 900 people rushed in, isn't it easy to handle?"

Yang Yuanshan smiled slightly.

Xindao: Why am I armed with so many heavy machine guns, Czech-style, crooked handles, grenadiers, and submachine guns, and raid more than 100 little devils, will it take a few hours?

Joke!

That's disrespect for bullets and firepower!

Hearing him say this, Wang Huaibao saw the equipment on the soldiers of the spy company again, and was speechless.

I couldn't help but scold in my heart: Big dog! Rich man! It's so fat!

So envious!

When he saw the trophies carried by the soldiers of the special service battalion, he immediately rolled his eyes and asked:

"Battalion Commander Yang, isn't it inappropriate for your battalion to swallow this spoil?

Look at our battalion, and there are fighters with old sleeves! ”

In fact, the weapons and equipment of the third battalion were not bad after being supplemented by the independent regiment's victories during this time, most of them were made in Hanyang, and only the sporadic No. 20 and thirty recruits still used the old sleeves.

But this is not bad, it depends on who you compare it with.

If it is compared with the new first regiment and the new second regiment, of course, it is quite good.

But if you compare it with the spy battalion, it will naturally be turned into scum in seconds.

So now Wang Huaibao is salivating and wants to stretch out his hand.

Yang Yuanshan had agreed with Li Yunlong before that the spoils of war spy battalion would only take food and bullets, and the rest would be given to the regiment.

Now that Wang Huaibao spoke, Yang Yuanshan immediately nodded and said:

"This trophy, I originally promised it to the regiment commander, but now you want it, then give it to you, and I don't care if the regiment commander looks for me."

He was disgusted with the soldiers who were panting from exhaustion carrying the booty!

Wang Huaibao was overjoyed when he saw Yang Yuanshan talking so well, and hurriedly said:

"Don't worry, I'll tell the regiment commander when I go back, and promise not to let the regiment commander find trouble with your Yang battalion commander!."

"That's fine."

Yang Yuanshan nodded.

Then he ordered:

"Put down all the loot, let's take the food and bullets and retreat, and go to the front to help the artillery company push the artillery!"

As soon as the order was given, the soldiers of the special service battalion did not hesitate to put down their guns, military coats, military boots, lunch boxes, water bottles, oceans, yen, and other trophies, and then quickly walked through Hongshui Village and ran towards the ranks of the artillery company in front.

Seeing them so simply, the soldiers of the third battalion naturally felt sour in their hearts, and everyone thought: We will be happy for a long time to capture a new 38 big cover, and you just don't take this large pile of loot seriously, it's too much, right?

They are all comrades of the same regiment, why are you so crazy?

But the thought only lingered in my mind for a second, and it was replaced by a huge surprise - all these trophies are now all from our three battalions?

They hurriedly looked at the battalion commander Wang Huaibao with expectant eyes.

Wang Huaibao immediately gritted his teeth:

"Quick, change our guns to good ones!

These trophies, we still have to hand them over to the regiment commander! ”

Hearing what he said, the soldiers of the third battalion were still a little confused at first, and said in their hearts: What does this mean?

Why do you have to hand it over to the regimental commander?

Seeing that these guys were so unconscious, Wang Huaibao immediately kicked the ass of a soldier with an old sleeve on his back and scolded:

"Sun Daqiang, you kid is stupid, aren't you?

Why don't you hurry up and replace your old sleeve with the three-eight big cover here! ”

He reminded him so clearly, Sun Daqiang would be a fool if he didn't understand it.

He hurriedly threw the old sleeve in his hand, which he still regarded as a treasure, into the pile of loot, and then picked up a new thirty-eight big cover, hehe Zhile.

Seeing that there was a bullet bag full of bullets on the ground next to him, he immediately picked up another one and put it around his neck.

He didn't have to count, just by weight, he knew that there were at least 30 bullets in this bullet bag!

Seeing Sun Daqiang's demonstration, the soldiers of the third battalion finally reacted, and immediately rushed up and swept away the more than 100 38 covers and bullets.

Seeing the mess on the ground with old sleeves, Hanyang-made, and some three-eight covers with smoothed rifling, Wang Huaibao suddenly felt a little twitching in his face.

Thinking of facing Li Yunlong's stinky face later, he couldn't help but feel a little weak, and hurriedly shouted:

"You bunnies, don't hurry up and sort out all the loot, be careful and wait for the head of the regiment to smoke you!"

When the soldiers of the third battalion heard this, they immediately remembered the regiment commander who loved to scold, and their hearts trembled, and they hurriedly stepped forward to pack up the loot.

It took more than ten minutes to finally sort out the messy loot.

At this time, Li Yunlong also took two companies of the second battalion with torches and withdrew from Mengbi Village in the south.

"Wang Huaibao, that kid from Yang Yuanshan sent someone to inform Lao Tzu, saying that the work was done, did they withdraw?"

"Commander, they have withdrawn, and now they are going to the Wild Wolf Valley with their people."

Wang Huaibao hurriedly replied.

"Good boy, you're fast enough!"

Li Yunlong nodded.

Then he asked:

"And what about the loot they captured?

That kid told Lao Tzu that he would only take food and bullets for the loot this time. ”

"Battalion Commander Yang put the loot here."

Wang Huaibao was very apprehensive and pointed to the pile of loot in the open space next to him.

"Good. This kid is a gentleman, a spit and a nail. ”

Li Yunlong was very satisfied.

Immediately walked over to the pile of loot and checked.

Then he was stunned, and asked angrily:

"Wang Huaibao, this is the fucking loot they seized? Could it be that the little devils will use these rags? ”

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(End of chapter)