"Who is this……"
"Director, this is Cao Zhong, the captain of our Weijiazhuang guerrilla team. He heard us exchanging fire with the Japanese and thought we were in trouble, so he came to help."
"Oh? Welcome!"
"Our main task this time is to test firearms. I'm extremely sorry for not saying hello to you in advance."
Zhu Han shook hands with Cao Zhong warmly.
"Wherever there is."
Cao Zhong was flattered by Zhu Han's attitude.
"I never expected that the comrades in the arsenal would have such strong fighting power. They are our role models."
"Do you know this Xu Youfu?"
"Of course, this guy has done a lot of bad things, but he can't even compare to his cousin Xu Youde."
"Tell me more about it."
Zhu Han raised his eyebrows, he couldn't hear this the most.
The people of China are already miserable enough.
This group of bastards who forgot their ancestors even helped the invaders to oppress their own compatriots.
They are even more hateful than the devils.
"This Xu Youde was a bandit who committed all kinds of evil, but later he got involved with the Japanese for some reason."
"Take the equipment given by the Japanese and annex a few more groups of bandits."
"Now we have a reinforced battalion of more than 400 people. It is even more evil to rely on the support of the Japanese behind us."
"It's only two hours' walk from Weijia Town. There is also a Japanese squadron stationed there, a puppet military camp with less than 300 people."
"He also knows how evil what he is doing is. He has been hiding in the gun tower. Two days ago, a small group of Japanese soldiers were stationed. There is nothing we can do against him..."
"map."
When Zhu Han heard this, he suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly asked someone to bring the map.
It can be clearly seen on the map that the Weijiazhuang blockhouse is the largest blockhouse in this area.
Such a group of bunkers placed here can block almost all traffic arteries nearby.
This fortress city has high walls and thick walls, and 400 people here can even resist the attack of a regiment of the Eighth Route Army.
"That means there are only more than 200 puppet troops and more than 60 Japanese soldiers now?"
"How many of you are there?"
"More than thirty people."
"It's not enough. Can you get some more?"
"Yes, yes, yes! There are two guerrillas in this area. Find someone with quick legs and feet to inform them. They will be there in half an hour."
Hearing this, Wei Yong couldn't help it at first: "Director, are we going to do another job?"
Now the situation is obvious. Everyone can see that Zhu Han has the intention to move the turret.
"No, we can use experimental weapons to fend off the enemy once, but we can't justify it if something goes wrong again."
Lao Liu is a very disciplined person.
"This is not a battle I want to fight, but a battle we have to fight."
"The Japanese have lost such important supplies and will definitely take revenge wildly."
"If such a thing is inserted in the middle of the road when the troops and people are moving, we will suffer a big loss."
"If something goes wrong, I'm responsible."
In fact, Zhu Han had already thought of a countermeasure at this time.
You must be prepared before you act.
Both cars were intact except for a few bullet holes.
Among these veterans, there is actually one who can drive.
In this way, including Zhu Han, both cars can drive away.
The frightened mules were also brought back, and even a few corpses were brought with them.
First, go to the nearest village to put down unused supplies, especially those gas bombs.
In order to avoid problems, Zhu Han ignored Lao Liu's objections and kept him.
Put the remaining supplies on the car as much as possible, and everyone marched lightly towards the gun tower.
Although they had just experienced a fierce battle, no one felt tired now.
They all felt that they had been too happy just now and had not had enough fun.
After today, I don’t know when the next time will be.
Thinking of being able to happily kill the Japanese again later, I couldn't help but feel a little lighter on my feet.
In this way, in less than two hours, the large force merged with the other two guerrilla groups.
These two guerrilla groups are about the same size as the Weijiazhuang guerrillas.
They are all about thirty people.
Each guerrilla group should lead no more than four groups.
The youngest is less than 15 years old.
"I didn't expect to meet Director Zhu. It's such an honor."
"Both captains, it's a pleasure to meet you. We are pressed for time, so I will go straight to the topic and arrange the tasks."
"No problem. Even though the dozens of us don't have any good equipment, we are all good soldiers. We will never blink an eye when fighting the Japanese with bayonets."
Zhu Han couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the people who were fighting hard and ready to die generously in order to take down the tower.
"I am now the deputy director of the arsenal. You are ashamed of me by asking the soldiers to fight with bayonets."
"No, no, no! We never meant that..."
Zhu Han raised his hand to interrupt everyone's explanation.
"I'll give each of your squads a Czech rifle later, and the rest each will be given a rifle."
"Let's use a mix of Liao 14 and 38 rifles. The two base numbers of bullets are 120 rounds."
"Time is urgent. I will give you one hour to teach those who have never touched a gun how to use a gun. Each person will receive an additional 20 rounds of live ammunition training and 40 rounds of machine gun training. Then we will act together."
"What!?"
The three guerrilla captains almost thought they heard wrongly.
A gun for each person?
120 rounds of ammunition?
We also need to conduct live ammunition training, are there extra bullets?
And machine guns? ? ?
The huge happiness almost made the three captains faint.
The Eighth Route Army has discipline and everything captured must be returned to the public.
They originally thought that this batch of weapons had nothing to do with them. After all, the regular troops were also severely short of ammunition.
But Zhu Han's words were equivalent to firing directly at them on behalf of the organization.
Not to mention more than a hundred rounds of ammunition, which was something I couldn't even imagine before.
This trip was really worth it. If I had known I had recruited more people, I could have distributed a few more branches.
Zhu Han naturally had no intention of paying attention to the reactions of the captains.
Join the guards together.
More than thirty people were selected who could wear Japanese military uniforms.
Bullet holes and blood stains on every piece of clothing?
What we want is this effect. The places with bullet holes should be wrapped with white cloth and then painted with some blood.
The gauze must not be wasted. I used a torn Japanese white shirt.
Yes, yes, that's it, wrap it in a few more parts and make it look as miserable as possible.
There is no need to bandage the rest, just apply more blood, the worse it is, the better.
The face is all black, is it there to begin with? If it's not enough, keep applying it and get some more blood.
The guards pretended to be tied up even if they were not wearing Japanese clothes.
It is worth mentioning that.
Zhu Han asked the aunt who was the most skillful and skilled in the village to help lengthen the uniform of the Japanese lieutenant.
Fortunately, the colors and styles of Japanese military uniforms only change at the rank of aide-de-camp.
Use fabrics from other Japanese clothes to lengthen the cuffs and trouser legs, and nothing will be visible for a while.
As for why I got such a piece of clothing.
Of course he wore it himself.
This was unanimously opposed by the security company.
Zhu Han must not be allowed to take risks himself.
In their eyes, their sacrifice was nothing more than one less soldier in the Eighth Route Army.
If something happened to Zhu Han, the hope of the Eighth Route Army's military industry would be gone.
But there is no way, no one except Zhu Han can speak Japanese.
If people in the past could not speak Japanese, it would mean that the plan failed before it even started.
Without heavy equipment, even if they could attack by force, they would suffer heavy casualties.
This is something Zhu Han absolutely cannot accept.
In the end, Zhu Han even used his tricks.
He said that if he was allowed to go, everyone would still have a chance to protect him.
If he wasn't allowed to go, he would just charge at the Japanese artillery tower with his gun.
This scared everyone.
…
"Battal Commander, the Imperial Army's convoy has arrived, but something doesn't look right..."
"You're fucking desperate for your life? The Japanese are still here. Do you dare to say that something is wrong with the imperial army?"
"Line up! Go out! Meet the imperial army!"
Xu Youde slapped the guard on the face, and then went out to greet him with a flattering look on his face.
He has been able to do evil for so many years because he knows that he cannot offend the Japanese by offending anyone.
So be as careful as a pug in front of the Japanese.
But when he arrived at the door and saw the "Imperial Army" team, his heart still twitched.
A group of Eighth Route Army prisoners covered in blood, escorted by a group of wounded Japanese soldiers, staggered towards the Weijiazhuang gun tower.
It was obvious that he had just experienced a fierce battle.
Xu Youde was just about to go up and talk, but he couldn't help but feel cold all over.
He clearly felt that no matter whether he was a Japanese or a prisoner, his whole body was exuding a murderous aura.
And this murderous aura was actually directed at him.
