February 8, 1940, New Year's Eve.
Jiubian Village, Changshu.
Jiubian Village is a small village, and it is also one of the earliest bases for the development of Yue Zhenchuan's commanding detachment, codenamed "Bison Detachment".
There is only one landlord here, named Shen Mancang.
As soon as the Congyue Zhenchuan detachment came in, Shen Mancang immediately supported it with both hands and provided a lot of help to the detachment.
Later they got to know each other, and Yue Zhenchuan would often spend the night at Shen Mancang's house.
The advantage of the base area is that it feels like home.
The situation has changed rapidly since the winter sweeps.
During this period, Yue Zhenchuan exchanged fire with the enemy dozens of times, killing many enemies and suffering heavy casualties.
Especially those puppet troops are indeed different from those encountered before.
Those who passed by immediately fell to the ground as soon as they heard the sound of gunfire, fearing that the bullet would hit them.
But the newly transferred first regiment of the "Peaceful National Founding Army", good guys, is really not weak in combat effectiveness.
This armed force was just established last year, and the legions were selected from the officer training corps of the pseudo-Central Army.
The main components of the soldiers were the gathered national army's defeated troops, selected prisoners, and some bandits.
These all have strong combat experience.
In addition, a German-style steel helmet is equipped with a 92 heavy machine gun.
The fierce firepower, the officers' skillful command, and the soldiers' rich combat experience put all the loyal and national salvation troops under great pressure at once.
In order to completely destroy the enemy's mopping up, the entire detachment was divided into parts.
The armed forces under the personal command of Yue Zhenchuan were actually forced to evacuate the surrounding areas of Suzhou by these puppet troops, and moved to the Changshu area to look for opportunities to counterattack.
It's almost New Year's Eve, and it's time for these damn puppet troops to stop for a while.
Yue Zhenchuan gritted his teeth with hatred.
The leader of the first regiment of the Peace Army was named Shang Mingrong, and Liang Ziyue Zhenchuan had memorized it.
"Commander Yue, eat the food, eat the food."
Shen Mancang enthusiastically persuaded us to have some food and drinks: "It's New Year's Eve, so I was wondering if you would come."
"Old Shen, I have to trouble you again." Yue Zhenchuan was a little absent-minded.
Shen Mancang's face was straight: "Commander Yue, what are you talking about? Who among us is with whom? Isn't this place like your home?"
Yue Zhenchuan was not polite to him and looked at him: "Where are your wife and children?"
"Hey, don't mention it." Shen Mancang sighed: "No, it's the Chinese New Year. My wife's aunt died, and my wife rushed back to Suzhou with her children for the funeral. If you don't come, I won't be alone. It’s the New Year? Commander Yue, don’t say anything anymore, let’s drink and have a good drink.”
"Drink, drink."
Yue Zhenchuan was already in a bad mood, so he drank a bowl of wine in one gulp.
When had Yue Zhenchuan ever felt angry about being chased around?
No, after the New Year, we have to discuss with Wei Yunzhe and Wang Jingzhong how to suppress the arrogance of the Peace Army!
"It's a cold day, let the brothers who are standing guard outside come in."
Shen Mancang said with concern: "Don't worry, the Japanese also have to celebrate the New Year and won't come. Besides, there are still people in our village who will help you keep watch."
Yue Zhenchuan thought about it. In the past, whenever the Japanese showed up, someone would immediately inform them and let them move in time.
He didn't take it seriously and called all the brothers outside.
He took with him a squadron of fifty men.
The seven people who came in were all Yue Zhenchuan's personal guards.
The rest of the team members were stationed in the homes of villagers in Jiubian Village.
When there are more people, it becomes lively when drinking.
"Master Shen."
A person shouted outside: "Do you want more wine? I have to go to bed."
"Yes, yes, get me two more jars." Shen Mancang stood up in a hurry: "Commander Yue, drink first, and I will get you some wine."
"Hey, thank you for your hard work."
Yue Zhenchuan didn't take it seriously either.
What does a small landowner in a small village like this not do with his own hands?
After drinking there for more than ten minutes, Shen Mancang still hadn't come back.
"Shang Mingrong is such a bitch."
Yue Zhenchuan's eyes turned red after drinking: "I have to finish the fucking New Year..."
"Crack, crackle, crackle"!
The sound of firecrackers suddenly rang.
"What kind of firecrackers are being set off at this time? It's so lively, but it's not..."
Yue Zhenchuan had just muttered, but suddenly he was startled: "No, Shen Mancang should be back. There is something wrong with setting off firecrackers at this time."
He immediately took out his gun: "Xiao Chang, go out and take a look!"
"Bang bang bang!"
Gunshots sounded!
…
It’s over.
Yue Zhenchuan stood guard in the house and glanced at the four brothers lying in a pool of blood beside him, knowing that he was finished this time.
The village was filled with gunshots.
The Peace Army dispatched almost the entire regiment and surrounded the Jiubian Village.
"Yue Zhenchuan, you have no place to run, surrender."
A loudspeaker sounded outside.
"Fuck you!" Yue Zhenchuan roared angrily: "I was born as a member of the military commander, and even if I die, I will also be a ghost of the military commander! Brothers, hit me, we are martyred for our country, Meng Shaoyuan will help us take revenge!"
…
In this battle, the First Squadron of the First Battalion of the Bison Detachment led by Yue Zhenchuan was besieged in Jiubian Village.
They organized several breakouts in succession, but were beaten back by the fierce firepower of the first group.
By the time it was almost dawn, most of the first squadron had suffered casualties.
The seven guards around Yue Zhenchuan were all killed in battle.
The only injured Yue Zhenchuan was left in the room.
"Fuck, fuck." Yue Zhenchuan muttered, collecting all the grenades on the corpses of his brothers: "I have been a hero all my life, but today I am bullied by a dog."
He had injuries all over his body, and one of his legs was broken.
There was no way to get out alive.
I cannot surrender.
I can't embarrass the military commander Qihu!
"Xiang Shounong, wait for me, I'm here to accompany you."
Yue Zhenchuan murmured.
Outside, the puppet troops were approaching cautiously.
Yue Zhenchuan smiled contemptuously, and held his hand on the fuse.
"Master, Lu Yixuan, I'm a gambler and I owe you a lot of debt. You never thought in your wildest dreams that I would use this method to pay back the debt, right?"
Yue Zhenchuan smiled, smiled.
The door was pushed open violently.
A large group of puppet troops rushed in.
"Brothers, see you in the next life!"
Yue Zhenchuan thought silently in his heart, and then pulled the fuse hard.
"boom"!
…
“There are endless heroic things to say, and endless heroic blood to be shed.
Nayue Zhenchuan is one of the Seven Tigers of the Military Command, who is the righteous god of the Thunder Department from heaven. He is nicknamed "Tuotianhu" by others. He is skilled in all kinds of swords and guns. He is the first of the seven tigers, Pantianhu Meng Shaoyuan, the number one under Uncle Meng. Warrior.
That being said..."
When the storyteller said this, he suddenly became choked up. In an instant, tears streamed down his face. He stood up and held his hands in his hands:
"Young and old men, I really can't go on talking about it anymore. That great hero of my father-in-law has not disgraced the reputation of his ancestor Yue Wu and Grandpa Yue. After all, my father-in-law, I kowtow to you!"
The storyteller actually fell to his knees and made three "dong dong dong" sounds.
That ray of loyal soul will finally return to the throne of God and be immortal forever!
