When Lieutenant Watanabe retreated covered in blood, there were less than 10 people around him.
Being at the end of his rope, he could only pin his hopes on the puppet troops who had just been abandoned by them.
"You guys! Protect us! Retreat!"
Watanabe just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, and he had already forgotten about the bullshit samurai honor.
At this time, how could he remember that these puppet soldiers had long been exhausted by him.
"Taijun, this group of Eighth Route Army is too powerful, brothers can't break out."
Looking at the puppet company commander who dared to defy him, Watanabe became even more crazy.
He raised his gun and stabbed the opponent's chest with his bayonet.
"Execute the order! Otherwise this is the fate, death! Death! Death!"
"I'll execute your grandma!"
It is said that clay figures still have a certain amount of anger.
You may say that these puppet-soldiers seek glory or help others commit evil.
But they all have one thing in common, that is, they want to live.
Everyone wants to live, but only a few want to die.
The difference between them is that they can constantly lower their bottom line in order to survive.
Some people's bottom line is their children, and they must protect their children even if they risk their lives.
Some people's bottom line is their own country, and even if they throw their lives and blood, they want peace and prosperity for the country and the people.
But when some people lower their bottom line again and again in order to survive, survival becomes their last bottom line.
Watanabe obviously didn't realize this.
Not only did they not know how to comfort them, but they forced them to die, which was equivalent to cutting off their only way to survive by surrendering.
The puppet soldiers who were already exhausted suddenly burst out with amazing strength, raised their guns and shot.
The Japs reacted faster. They raised their hands and shot, and each one of them hit a puppet soldier.
The nearest puppet soldiers didn't care about anything. They didn't have time to pull the bolt and pounced directly on the Japanese.
The others also broke out and struggled with the Japanese like wild beasts.
They yelled and cursed loudly, kicked in the crotch, gored in the eyes, pulled hair, bitten with their teeth...
There was no formation, no command, more like a group of gangsters fighting.
Watanabe didn't even recognize a reality before he died.
That is, since you have turned a pet dog into a beast, don't blame it for turning back and biting you.
The gunfire from the Eighth Route Army suddenly stopped.
Everyone is watching the excitement.
Wouldn't it be better to save some bullets?
Dog-eat-dog scenes are not common.
In this way, this beautiful ambush battle started earth-shattering and ended quietly.
"Huh? Why are there so many people?"
After taking the prisoners into custody and cleaning the battlefield, many more people arrived. Judging from their clothes, they must be ordinary people.
"Oh, it's a villager nearby. He heard that we built a Japanese artillery tower, so he took the initiative to help."
Seeing so many villagers spontaneously came to help, some even stuffed food and handed water bowls to the soldiers.
Zhu Han had to lament what it means to be a family between the military and civilians.
"Nier!"
"mother!"
The girl hugged a middle-aged woman in the crowd and cried.
Zhu Han sighed and did not disturb the two of them. He turned around and continued to study the structure of the turret.
It is not difficult to blow up the blockhouse directly. What is difficult is to use the least amount of explosives to blow up the most broken building.
Just like a layman cannot blow up a residential building with 200 kilograms of black powder.
And an expert can turn a new house into a dangerous one with just a few hammers to smash the load-bearing walls.
Zhu Han made marks on certain parts as he walked.
The people behind took pickaxes and dug on the mark.
Plant small grenades and blow up big flowers...
Ahem, I accidentally sang it.
There is not much explosive left now, so Zhu Han wants to use the least amount of explosive to level the entire blockhouse.
This cancer must not be allowed to be repaired.
With these enthusiastic people, the collection and transportation of materials went extremely smoothly.
Even the main fortress that was destroyed by the bombing was dug up.
When everyone retreated, the buried explosives exploded in an orderly manner. This building that helped the invaders maim Chinese soldiers and civilians ended its sinful life.
At this time, Wei Yong was holding the Type 92 heavy machine gun that he cherished so much, and was walking at the front of the team with his head held high.
The whole team was mighty and full of laughter and laughter.
Even the warriors who had experienced three battles did not feel tired at all.
happy! It’s such a joy!
Statistics just now show that an ambush killed 61 Japanese soldiers, 114 puppet soldiers, and captured 21 puppet soldiers prisoners.
Not counting ignorance, but just being shocked, 804 enemies were eliminated in one day today.
There are more than 800 people, almost a group!
So much supplies were also seized.
It suffered less than 20 casualties.
After being a soldier for so many years, this is the first time I have seen such a profitable business.
"Look, Old Wei, the brigade commander has come to greet us personally!"
"What? The brigade commander is here?"
Wei Yong, who was originally happy, saw Brigadier Chen standing at the entrance of the village with his hands behind his back.
In this cheerful atmosphere, I actually felt a chill.
Why is your heart so weak?
…
"Asshole!"
The brigade commander, who was smiling on the outside, began to curse when he entered the room.
If he hadn't saved the soldiers' face in front of the villagers, they might have been yelled at at the entrance of the village.
"I asked you to defend the arsenal and Zhu Han! I didn't ask you to accompany him and fool around!"
"What? You can't persuade him? If you can't persuade him, why don't you fucking tie him up? Why don't you knock him out?"
Listening to Brigadier Chen's words, Wei Yong's face couldn't stop twitching.
If you really do that, you'll probably kill me alive.
Either way, I will die, so I might as well listen to the factory director. In any case, I am happy today.
It's worth getting scolded by you just for this.
Wei Yong thought helplessly.
Naturally, it was impossible for him to say these things in his heart.
He could only stare at his feet, looking like a primary school student being scolded.
"What? Just tell me and you still have an opinion!"
"Don't think I can't cure you just because you're famous for being prickly!"
"The Japs were conducting a raid some time ago, and you didn't move according to the damn order. You had to lead your own company to fight with the Japs with bayonets!"
"Do you know what your original punishment was?"
"The arrangement for being promoted to deputy battalion has been cancelled. I will go to work in the quilt factory!"
"I transferred you to the arsenal because there was a shortage of people. I think you haven't learned a lesson at all. You might as well go back to the quilt factory!"
This is because Zhu Han was at the end of the line because he wanted to blow up the turret.
If he had heard these words here, he would have exclaimed: "Damn it, it looks like Li!"
"No, Brigadier! Isn't it okay that I was wrong?"
Brigadier Chen still knew Wei Yong's weakness, and letting him leave the army was really more uncomfortable than killing him.
"Brigadier, Director Zhu is back."
After hearing the guard's report, Brigadier Chen said "reflect on it" and hurried out.
When Li Laoyuan saw Zhu Han surrounded by people and acted like a normal person, Brigadier Chen was furious.
"what's wrong with you!"
Seeing Zhu Han getting closer and closer, he couldn't hold back his anger, pointed at Zhu Han and roared loudly.
"Why don't you know how to take care of your body?"
The guard next to him stumbled and almost fell.
What's wrong with the brigade commander? He's completely different in less than a word.
In fact, Brigadier Chen was really getting angrier the more he thought about it.
But when he clearly saw Zhu Han's appearance, he couldn't even worry about being angry. He only felt distressed.
"We haven't seen each other for less than two months. Why are you so thin?"
"Isn't this great? Being thinner and healthier will save you weight."
"Lose so much weight! Xiao Lin, go to the folks' house and buy a chicken, some meat, and some wine..."
"How boring are you that you want to invite a brain worker with a heavy responsibility and a teetotal drink to drink?"
"Then buy more meat!"
Watching all this, the security guard Xiao Lin was stunned.
Didn't I wake up today? Is this the brigade commander I know?
No, no, no, it's impossible, my brigade commander can't be so cute.
Zhu Han, Zhu Han, look at the good deeds you have done, you repay me for being a brigade commander who acts vigorously and resolutely, speaks the truth, and makes the enemy frightened, you bastard!
Wei Yong, who was also stunned, stood at the door, his jaw almost dropped to the floor.
Brigadier, didn't we agree to treat everyone equally?
As soon as I am an accomplice who is being disciplined by you, I will be transferred out of the army.
Then a big mastermind stands in front of you. Not only does he not admit his mistake, he even talks back to you.
Not only did you not criticize him, but you even treated him to drinks and meat?
Do you want such double standards?
You two are close comrades-in-arms. Did I pick it up on the roadside?
I didn’t want to think about it anymore, so I squatted in the corner and drew circles.
As a result, only Wei Yong and the Japs were injured in the world...
