Soon, the soldiers had rushed to the barracks, and not a single patrolling puppet soldier was seen along the way.
The puppet soldiers in the barracks had no idea that they were surrounded by the Eighth Route Army Corps.
Li Yunlong put away his pistol and looked through the window at the puppet soldiers who were still sleeping soundly inside. He couldn't help but feel happy, "Oh, they all slept soundly!"
"Dabiao, give them some movement and make some noise! Wake them up!"
Zhang Dabiao chuckled, "Okay, team battle!"
There were several barracks in two rows, and the soldiers at the door of each room kicked open the door at the same time.
"Bang!"
The puppet soldier, who was sleeping lightly, suddenly became excited and was about to curse, "Who doesn't have eyes..."
The soldier who kicked in the door fired a row of bullets towards the ground.
"Da da da……"
All the barracks suddenly jumped up. The puppet soldiers who were sleeping were awakened by the sound of gunfire close to their ears. Their minds were confused and they looked around in panic.
"Where did the gunfire come from? Which bastard misfired?!"
"I want him..."
"Uh...uh..."
Then, the puppet soldiers saw the many guns pointed at them coldly.
His mind quickly came to his senses, and he felt a chill all over his body, "It's Tuba... er, Grandpa of the Eighth Route Army!"
The soldiers moved their guns and said, "Be honest and line up and go out one by one!"
Under the gunpoint, the puppet soldiers could only honestly raise their hands and walk out of the barracks in a line.
When they walked out of the barracks and saw the Eighth Route Army that had surrounded the barracks tightly, the puppet soldiers had no intention of resisting at all.
The entire cavalry battalion of puppet troops was here. Under the supervision of the soldiers, they squatted by the wall of the barracks with their heads in their hands.
Li Yunlong and Zhang Dabiao came to Ma Peng and watched the soldiers leading them out to the war horse.
Li Yunlong's face turned into a smile, "Hahaha, they are all good horses!"
"Now I have a cavalry battalion!"
At this time, a soldier ran over and said, "Report to the regimental commander, battalion commander!"
"No officers such as the battalion commander and company commander of the puppet cavalry battalion were found in the camp!"
Li Yunlong and Zhang Dabiao were not surprised by this, "Okay, leave them alone. Without the cavalry battalion, they are not worth mentioning!"
You don't need to think about it to know that these guys must have other residences in Wanjia Town.
"Da Biao, arrange for someone to lead our horses and leave!"
Soon, Li Yunlong led the soldiers of the Sixth Company of the Second Battalion, one person holding two horses, and immediately put all the cavalry equipment away, and took the lead to leave Wanjia Town.
Zhang Dabiao led the other soldiers of the Second Battalion to clean up. He stayed outside Wanjia Town for a while to ensure that no pursuers were coming, and then left with the team, catching up with Li Yunlong who left first.
Not long after Li Yunlong and the others left, someone ran into Wanjia Town and informed his battalion commander and company commanders.
In Wanjia Town, in an exquisite courtyard, Cui Fuqing, the commander of the puppet army battalion who was disturbed from his dream, was about to reprimand the subordinates in front of him with an angry look on his face.
The next second, he was so shocked by the news from his subordinates that he felt dizzy and his hands and feet were cold.
Then he became hysterical and angry. Cui Fuqing raised his hand and slapped the subordinate in front of him on the face.
"Snapped!"
"Ouch yo..."
The subordinate covered his face in pain and grimaced.
Cui Fuqing yelled, "Damn it, are you all stupid pigs?! You were touched by someone on the edge of the bed, and before even a shot was fired, you were picked up by the Eighth Route Army!"
"My horse!!!"
Then he kicked his subordinate in displeasure. Cui Fuqing was incompetently furious for a while, and then he panted and sat on the Grand Master's chair.
Soon, the color on Cui Fuqing's face began to fade. He thought about his fate. If their brigade commander found out, they would lose all the horses and equipment without firing a shot.
The brigade commander had to skin him!
Thinking of this outcome, Cui Fuqing shivered subconsciously, "No, we have to find a way!"
Out of desperation, Cui Fuqing came up with a solution that was not a solution.
He looked at his subordinates and said, "Quick, get rid of all those people in the camp!"
"No...leave a platoon behind!"
"Just tell them that if they lose their horses and equipment, they will be punished by the little devils. Now hurry up and go their separate ways while there is still time. Let them run as far as they can!"
"By the way, let them change their uniforms!"
The subordinate covered his face and kept nodding his head. After Cui Fuqing finished speaking, he immediately ran to the camp.
As soon as he said these words to the puppet soldiers with added fuel and jealousy, the puppet soldiers immediately dispersed in panic.
This subordinate grabbed a platoon leader who was relatively familiar with him.
"Liu Ershu, call all your people!"
Liu Ershu looked anxious and was about to say something when the man leaned into his ear and said something.
Liu Ershu's face changed, and he finally gritted his teeth, "I'll do it, but the big ocean he promised must be given to our brothers first!"
Just as the puppet troops here were going their separate ways, Cui Fuqing called all the company commanders together in Wanjia Town.
"You all understand the situation. We are brothers. I have given you the path. You decide for yourself how to choose!"
Several company commanders looked at each other. In fact, they had no choice at all. They didn't see Cui Fuqing's hand touching the handle of the gun.
"We all listen to the battalion commander!"
Cui Fuqing nodded, "Okay, now I will remember everything clearly!"
"Last night, our cavalry battalion unexpectedly encountered the main force of the Eighth Route Army at Laomiaokou, ten miles to the west!"
"After a night of bloody fighting, in the end our troops lacked support and were outnumbered, so we had no choice but to break out!"
Several company commanders were very familiar with this kind of lying about military information, and they immediately agreed, "Yes, battalion commander, this group of Eighth Route Army soldiers we encountered is not ordinary!"
"That's right, this is Li Yunlong's unit who killed Colonel Kuta a few days ago!"
With just a few words from you and me, a tragic encounter was fabricated out of nothing.
They themselves believed what they said, and they were all filled with indignation, blaming the fault on the lack of support from nearby friendly forces.
It's not that our troops escaped from the battle, it's just that the enemy troops are too cruel!
However, they managed to get away with it, and it was Li Yunlong who stole their horses and equipment.
In order to make his and others' claims more credible, Cui Fuqing and several company commanders took Liu Ershu's platoon of puppet troops and hurried to the entrance of the old temple ten miles away.
They also spent a lot of money to buy a platoon of horse equipment and a large number of scrapped guns from other battalions.
A group of people were shooting and throwing grenades at the entrance of the old temple. They also rode horses back and forth several times, leaving a lot of traces of the battle.
Cui Fuqing also carefully asked people to get a lot of chicken blood and shabby clothes, and it really looked like that.
In the end, Cui Fuqing was ruthless enough and gritted his teeth to shoot himself in the left arm.
Unfortunately, after gritting his teeth and closing his eyes and making gestures for a long time, Cui Fuqing couldn't make a move at all.
"Come on, take a closer look at me!"
Cui Fuqing stretched out his arm and asked his subordinates to shoot him with a look of dismay.
"Snapped!"
"Hiss...ah!"
The bullet grazed Cui Fuqing's left arm. First he felt a chill and numbness, and then a strong pain hit him, leaving a hideous wound.
