After killing the Japanese in front of him, Li Qiufan endured the pain and pulled out the bayonet, and the monk also came to him.
"Brigadier, how are you?"
Seeing blood pouring out of Li Qiufan's shoulder, the monk asked anxiously.
"It's okay, it didn't hit the vital point. Please help me bandage it."
Li Qiufan looked at the wound on his shoulder, shook his head at the monk, and then asked the monk to pull off a piece of cloth and help him wrap up the wound.
"Monk, help me watch the back!"
After bandaging the wound, Li Qiufan raised his sword and continued to charge, not forgetting to ask the monk to help him watch the rear.
"Monk, what are you doing, you bitch!"
Before Li Qiufan could even take a step forward, the monk grabbed him and leaned over to lift Li Qiufan onto his shoulders.
"Brigadier, if you are injured, don't go up, otherwise the political commissar will shoot me!"
The monk carried Li Qiufan and ran down the hillside, planning to find a medical soldier to treat Li Qiufan.
"You fucking listen to the political commissar but not me? I will kill you right now!"
Li Qiufan was helpless and furious on the monk's shoulders, but the monk would not let him go no matter what.
Soon the guard battalion escorted Li Qiufan back to the artillery position. Li Qiufan was shocked when he saw the old horse covered in blood and being carried on the shoulders by the monk.
"Brigadier, brigade commander! Why are you leaving in such a hurry!"
"Ooooooo, big brother, don't leave us brothers behind!"
Seeing Li Qiufan's tragic situation, Lao Ma thought that Li Qiufan had been killed in battle, and then he burst into tears and cried bitterly. He even called out the name of Cangyun Village in his deep emotions.
"Old Ma, why are you crying like crazy! I'm not dead yet!"
Hearing Lao Ma's cry, Li Qiufan became furious and cursed on the monk's shoulder.
"Huh? Not dead yet? Is there any hope?"
Hearing Li Qiufan's voice, Lao Ma suddenly raised his head, and then ignored Li Qiufan scolding him, turned around and ran to find the medical soldier.
Not long after, Lao Ma came back with the medical soldiers, and the medical soldiers bandaged Li Qiufan again.
"Monk, I really want to kill you!"
After bandaging, Li Qiufan sat helplessly on the ground and glared at the monk.
"Hey, brigade commander, you can kill me if you want. If you want to kill me, I didn't say anything."
The monk smiled and scratched his head. He knew that Li Qiufan spoke angrily and if he really wanted to shoot him, he would have done so many times.
Seeing the monk who was not afraid of the dead pig being scalded by boiling water, Li Qiufan really had no choice but to look at the battlefield on the hillside.
At this time, the battlefield has entered a white-hot stage. Both the enemy and ourselves are somewhat exhausted, but they are still fighting together.
After nearly two hours of fighting, the battle finally came to an end, and the Eighth Route Army won the final victory.
The Japanese's 35th Division, from the division commander down, had no one left alive, they were all annihilated.
At this time, all units of the Eighth Route Army were cleaning the battlefield. Seeing that the war was over, Li Qiufan returned to the position. The monk did not stop him.
"Qiu Fan, are you injured?"
As soon as he arrived at the position, he met Zhao Gang who was organizing the cleaning of the battlefield. Zhao Gang looked at Li Qiufan's bandaged shoulder and exclaimed.
"What's all the fuss about? I just got bitten by a devil. It's nothing."
Li Qiufan waved his hand and said.
"Monk, how the hell did you protect the brigade commander! I will shoot you!"
Knowing that Li Qiufan's injury was not serious, Zhao Gang breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the monk and shouted angrily.
"Hey, Lao Zhao, what are you doing! It's none of the monk's business, it's my own fault!"
Upon seeing this, Li Qiufan quickly stopped the furious Zhao Gang, but he didn't expect that Zhao Gang would be so angry.
After some comfort from Li Qiufan, Zhao Gang finally calmed down and then continued to direct the soldiers to clean up the battlefield.
Seeing Zhao Gang turning around and leaving, Li Qiufan glared at the monk angrily, and then thought to himself: "Who is the brigade commander and who is the political commissar? Why do you feel that I am just a lubricant?"
More than half an hour later, the battlefield was finally cleared, and Li Qiufan received an order from the division headquarters and prepared to withdraw to the Shanglin County base area.
"Brigadier Li, Brigadier Li!"
Just as Li Qiufan was about to order the troops to set off, Wang Zhiyuan suddenly ran over shouting.
"Haha, Captain Wang, what's the matter?"
Li Qiufan looked at Wang Zhiyuan in confusion, wondering why he came here now.
"You saved our entire regiment before, and I didn't say anything. I just seized a pistol on the battlefield, and I'm going to give it to you."
Wang Zhiyuan explained his purpose, and then took out a pistol from his arms.
"Browning m1935?"
Li Qiufan couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the pistol. He didn't expect that the Japanese had such a pistol in their hands.
"Commander Li, do you know this gun?"
Wang Zhiyuan asked after hearing the name of the pistol mentioned by Li Qiufan.
"Haha, I've seen this gun before. It's a pretty good gun."
Li Qiufan nodded.
"Okay, then the sword is given to the hero. This gun belongs to Brigadier Li!"
Wang Zhiyuan smiled and handed over the gun in his hand.
"Haha, that would be more of a kindness from Commander Wang."
Li Qiufan did not refuse and took the pistol generously. Afterwards, the two of them exchanged polite greetings before leading their teams away.
After returning to the Shanglin County base area, Li Qiufan immediately ordered people to count the casualties and seizures.
There were more than 30,000 troops participating in the encirclement and suppression of the 35th Division of the Japanese this time. However, facing the 35th Division with only more than 13,000 people left, they still suffered nearly half of the casualties. We can't help but see the strong combat power of the Japanese.
The statistics soon came out. This time, the independent brigade had killed more than 2,000 people and injured more than 3,000 people. Li Qiufan could still accept this casualty figure.
In addition, the battle with the 35th Division, plus two battles with the puppet army, resulted in the seizure of more than 8,000 rifles of various types and a total of more than 400,000 rounds of various bullets.
The most important thing is that twenty-three Type 94 75mm mountain guns and a total of 137 mortars of various types were seized this time.
Hearing the number of seizures, Li Qiufan's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and then he looked at Zhao Gang: "Old Zhao, the rest is up to you."
"Look at me? What are you looking at me for?"
Zhao Gang was a little confused and asked doubtfully.
"Haha, let's recruit people. With so many weapons and equipment, we don't have enough people!"
Li Qiufan pointed at the weapons piled on the floor and said.
In an instant, Zhao Gang's forehead was covered with black lines, and he thought to himself that he didn't know who said that he could no longer support him and that he was not allowed to recruit people.
This time I seized so many weapons and equipment, and I disliked the lack of people. What a complete piece of shit.
Zhao Gang nodded helplessly and agreed. He had no choice but to board Li Qiufan's pirate ship and could only float down with it.
