The Japanese mortar soldiers looked at the tatters under their feet in horror. There was really no way to connect it with the mortars they had been using.
Just when they were doubting their lives, Wen Gu, who had already finished taking care of the grenadier soldiers, came to find them again.
Wuxia heard the sound of two grenade rounds, but never heard it again.
“Bagaya Road,
Why didn't our mortars fight back? These rubbish are all dead! "
The guard pushed his head down with force, opened his mouth and shouted loudly,
"Your Majesty Lieutenant Colonel, our grenades and mortars have been completely destroyed by Tubal Road.
It would be better for us to transfer in immediately! "
The Japanese superiors and subordinates are very strict. This is not what the guard can say, but he does not want to die.
The Eighth Route Army's bombardment temporarily stopped. Ding Dashuan was adjusting the parameters. Wu Xia had been running with his guards the way they came.
When the other Japs saw him, they didn't know what he meant, so they just ran after him, wishing they had two more legs.
Wen Su held a telescope and looked at the Japanese running wildly, his heart twitching with excitement.
"Fan Debiao, arrange for a company to capture those puppet soldiers.
All weapons except rifles must be collected, and all bullets must be collected, not a single one can be left for them. "
Because there are not many members in the Independent Regiment, the puppet troops and the Japs’ weapons will certainly not be able to carry them, so collecting bullets is the best option.
Even if the puppet army holds a gun, it is just a burning stick!
"Don't worry, captain, I'm familiar with this job!"
Fan Debiao assured him by patting his chest.
"Others followed me to chase the Japs. The Second and Third Battalions had blocked the Japs' way back.
Comrades, today our independent regiment will wipe out all the Japanese in this brigade here! "
Wen Su's words made all the soldiers extremely excited, especially the new recruits, who encountered such a smooth battle for the first time on the battlefield.
I am so excited just thinking about it, my dear, there is a whole team!
Wu Xia kept looking at the intersection in the distance, his desire to survive getting stronger and stronger.
Because as long as they turn around, their motorcade will be there. As long as they get on the bus, is the county seat still far away?
There were only more than 400 Japanese who escaped from the shelling of the Eighth Route Army, and they were only two squadrons in total.
Moreover, all the Japanese officers were almost killed by the Wen Gu brothers and sisters, and the entire Japanese army was now in disarray.
Zhang Chenggong watched others kill the Japanese with such enthusiasm that he couldn't hold it back for a long time.
How could the Japs escape from under his nose?
"Hit me!"
Zhang Chenggong's words made the Eighth Route Army soldiers who were holding back their anger instantly let go of their arms and endured grenades as if they were free of charge.
The Second Battalion, which has just been equipped with light and heavy machine guns, has not only improved in strength.
As soon as they opened fire, the Japanese fell in pieces.
The Japanese could only evade in a direction away from the Second Battalion. Unknown to them, the Third Battalion was watching the Japanese move towards them from the opposite side.
After Hu Changshun saw that most of the Japanese were here, he issued the order to attack.
The third battalion is basically composed of new recruits, so it is better to fight closer. Besides, the two killing gods are on his position.
What is he afraid of?
Wu Xia kept lying on the ground and looked around, only to see scores of Japanese soldiers falling down.
Tears of regret flowed out unconsciously.
He retreated from the frontline battlefield to the rear to recuperate. He originally wanted to return to Peiping, but was stopped by Umezujiro in Yangqu.
He said that Jin Province is more suitable for rest and recuperation, and the Tubal Road here has not been beaten at all.
And it has the nickname "Three Guns and Eight Routes", which means charging with three shots, and fighting completely with flesh and blood.
Is this three shots?
These bombs, this blocking, this formation, this defense, this firepower, this tactics, where are the three guns and eight ways?
The elite troops of the national army on the front line of Wuyang are nothing more than this. I believe you, this bad old man is very bad!
Takeshi has never asked Umezujiro of Yangqu for help because Wenxin did not give him a chance.
When Wen Gu launched a big explosion, Wen Xin took the opportunity to destroy their radio station!
When Wen Su arrived, he saw that the Japs had few survivors and were suppressed on both sides of the mountain road, unable to lift their heads.
"Corpser, blow the charge horn!"
Wen Su shouted loudly.
"Beep, beep~~!"
The majestic charge horn sounded, and all the Eighth Route Army soldiers rushed out of the trenches with enthusiasm and killed the Japanese.
"Go ahead"
The Japanese instinctively loaded their bayonets and rushed towards the Eighth Route Army.
Veterans lead recruits directly in 4V1 and 5V1, focusing on safety and training!
In less than ten minutes, all the Japanese except Wu Xiazhi were dead.
Wu Xia, whose face was covered with dust, stood up and looked at the Eighth Route Army around him.
He wiped away his tears of regret and shouted with red eyes:
"You bastards who don't respect martial arts have the ability to challenge me in a duel!"
"Who are you? Are you going to challenge me one on one?"
Fan Debiao was the fastest runner, and he was in the military uniform. He was obviously the biggest fish.
"I am Takeshitaichi, Lieutenant Colonel of the Imperial Army, the first heir of the Takeshi family, eighth degree of the Imperial Clear Water Kendo. Who are you?"
Hey, this little devil has a lot of titles.
Fan Debiao held a big knife in his hand and said with a stern look:
"My name is Fan Debiao, the battalion commander of the Yanhuang Eighth Route Army, and one of the heirs of the Yanhuang nation. I have eighteen levels of dog-killing swordsmanship. How many sections do you want to be chopped into?"
"Baga Yalu, how can you insult the imperial nobles?"
Wu Xia kept roaring angrily, took out the precious Zuoguan knife in his hand, and was about to slash at Fan Debiao.
"Pick up the hook"
There was a gunshot, and a 38-meter bullet pierced Wu Xia's temple.
"Who did it?"
Fan Debiao was ready to kill the Japs, but he was actually cut off!
"I!"
"Battle Commander Fan has time, so why not clean up the battlefield quickly? Our time is limited!"
Fan Debiao was about to curse, but no one in the Independent Regiment knew about him, and he, the battalion commander, looked down upon everyone except the regimental commander.
But when he saw Wen Gu walking over, he turned around and left without saying a word.
It's not because Wen Gu is the leader's child, but because the murderous aura in Wen Gu's eyes is too strong.
I can't afford to offend him, I can't afford to offend him at all!
After Wen Suman arranged for the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, he went all over the battlefield looking for his children.
"Xiao Gu, Xiao Xin, how are you doing?
I'm not hurt? "
After Wen Su saw the children, he quickly ran over and hugged them, asking with concern in his eyes.
"Dad, I'm fine, I even killed the Japanese!
Am I great? "
The warm and crisp voice finally brought Wen Su back to his senses. The two children ran out to fight the Japanese without telling him. What if something happened?
Thinking of this, Wen Su frowned, his anger welled up, and he saw a violent storm.
Wen Gu quickly shouted, “Dad, why are you still here?
Quickly arrange for the troops to change into Japanese clothes, and we will take the opportunity to capture the county seat of Li County.
In this way, the independent regiment will not be short of supplies throughout the winter, and you can have more food to recruit troops! "
