But Zhongde Shi7ro couldn't tell that this was the legendary new brigade. Could it be that...their strength was in close combat!
I suddenly thought of this.
Zhou Weiguo gave an order, and all the puppet soldiers jumped out of the trenches and rushed down.
At first he didn't move, but he was so frightened by two shots from Zhang Dabiao's commando that he immediately ran away with his knife.
If you go down there and fight the little devils, you can still survive. Up there, Zhang Dabiao really dares to kill them.
Go!
rush!
dadadadada
Zhou Weiguo was holding a light machine gun on top and firing continuously.
Niu Jianmin got excited and waited to see how the new brigade would kill all these little devils!
When he turned around, he saw that Zhou Weiguo, Zhang Dabiao and hundreds of soldiers were not moving at all?
"Brigadier Zhou, you guys..."
Zhou Weiguo said domineeringly, "We don't need so many people to deal with these little devils, hundreds of people are enough!"
Niu Jianmin's eyes even shone!
"Okay! The courage of the New 1st Brigade alone is worth learning from other troops. When I get back, I will write a summary and submit it to the boss, so that the New 1st Brigade's combat style can serve as a model for the entire region!"
Seeing Niu Jianmin being so excited, Zhou Weiguo didn't know what to say for a moment. The newly recruited puppet troops below didn't have much combat effectiveness at all. They were just going to die to use the remaining warmth of their lives.
Then, Zhou Weiguo turned to Zhang Dabiao and whispered: "Captain Zhang, order the soldiers to prepare for strategic transfer."
Zhang Dabiao was stunned, "Political commissar, are you trying to escape?"
Zhou Weiguo glared at Zhang Dabiao fiercely, "Stupid donkey, it's a transfer!"
Zhang Dabiao was speechless, "Okay, okay, move, move."
"Same as the brigade commander..."
"What are you muttering about?" Zhou Weiguo shouted angrily.
...
At the foot of the hillside, the puppet troops had already fought against the Japanese.
What surprised Chuide Shi7ro was that this group of eight soldiers died under their bayonets without even being able to block them for two rounds.
Six to seven hundred puppet troops came down. In the end, less than 200 people survived. They were all frightened and ran up the slope.
"Xingxi, it seems that the New 1st Brigade is nothing more than this!" Nakade Shichiro was holding a samurai sword in high spirits, showing off his ability to crush thousands of armies.
Zhang Dabiao, who was standing on the slope, was holding a telescope and looking at the proud look of Seventeen Lang, who was so angry that he threw his hat to the ground.
tUi!
"You bitch, I'll let you be proud for a while until his mother-in-law brigade commander comes back!" Zhang Dabiao couldn't help scolding!
Watching the puppet troops below running up, he knew it was time to withdraw.
Zhongde Shiqilang pointed his sword directly at the hillside, and when he saw the first one, he was about to kill him.
Zhou Weiguo waved his hand and retreated according to the plan agreed upon in advance. More than three hundred soldiers began to leave the hillside in an orderly manner.
Niu Jianmin on the side was completely stunned, "That's not what you told me at the beginning!"
It was agreed at the beginning that the battle would be resolved in half an hour. Zhou Weiguo patted his chest and said that more than 1,300 people could kill 1,500 Japs in half an hour at most, suppressing fire and fighting hand to hand...
Said to let Staff Niu take a look at the tactics of the new brigade...
Now, half an hour has passed, and the battle is indeed over, it's over here.
Zhou Weiguo turned around and saw that Niu Jianmin was still stunned.
"Commander Niu! Run! Why are you still standing there!"
Officer Niu...
...
The next day, embroidery factory.
Lin Zhong was very satisfied with the works embroidered by the eight workers according to their own designs.
At this time, Li Yunlong had already finished embroidering his picture of eight chrysanthemums competing for beauty, and walked out proudly carrying the quilt.
"Hahaha! Lin Zhong! I've finished the embroidery!"
"I'm not bragging to you. Once I brag about this picture, no, as soon as it comes out, all the other embroidery factories will have to give in to me!"
Lin Zhonglong took a look and found that the workmanship was fine, but such a work probably wouldn't even rank high.
Lin Zhong ignored him and sent someone to deliver it to the district along with his work the next day.
At noon on the third day, Duan Peng sent information to Lin Zhong every two days as usual. Li Yunlong on the side could only stare.
A stack of information was placed on the table. Lin Zhong immediately picked up a piece of combat information and read it.
Lin Zhong's hair suddenly stood up!
"One thousand three against one thousand five, our army suffered 800 casualties and the enemy suffered 70 casualties!?"
Duan Peng was about to leave when he was immediately stopped by Lin Zhong.
"stop!"
"Don't leave, explain to me how this fight was fought!"
"Whoever leads the troops will see if I don't remove him from his post!"
"Even if a pig leads an army, he will have to die two hundred more times!"
Duan Peng scratched his head and said, "The brigade commander is Political Commissar Zhou."
Lin Zhong was stunned on the bed, "Zhou Weiguo!"
"Impossible! Political Commissar Zhou can't possibly fight such a fucking battle!"
Li Yunlong on the side didn't know whether to laugh or not. Laugh, this is our Eighth Route Army team. Don't laugh, what did the New First Brigade do?
Duan Peng was just about to explain to Lin Zhong and turned to look at Li Yunlong beside him.
Lin Zhong smiled and said, "Old Li, there is a bottle of Erguotou on my sewing machine. Go and check if it has expired. If it is expired, throw it away for me."
Li Yunlong understood instantly, and then left with his teeth bared. Hahaha! expired! It must have expired! I'll help you throw it away!
Seeing that there was no one else in the room, Duan Peng and Lin Zhong told what happened.
Lin Zhong, who was smoking, took a sip after hearing this.
"As expected of Political Commissar Zhou!"
"Okay, everything will be decided by the political commissar!"
After Duan Peng left, Lin Zhong couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, Zhou Weiguo, a great talent!
...
In the hinterland of the Eighth Route Army in northwest Shanxi, inside a thatched house.
The Cultural Department of the Military Region has received all the works at this time. A total of eleven works came from ten embroidery factories.
Director You of the Ministry of Culture is an old scholar in his sixties, who is responsible for the cultural construction of the Eighth Route Tactics in northwestern Shanxi.
Director You, who had gray hair on his temples and put on a pair of eyes, began to review the ten works one by one.
hiss...
"How are you, Director You? Are you satisfied?" asked Ding Lu, the deputy on the side. He has a sly eyebrow but also has a certain cultural background, otherwise he would not be a deputy here.
Director You read seven or eight works in a row and found them all average.
"This year's works are somewhat average."
"The tiger descending the mountain in District 1 is quite impressive, but it lacks a little bit of artistic conception."
"There is a poem embroidered in the second district. The sentence "I am born with talent must be useful" is somewhat powerful, but it is still far behind.
"A gathering of elites from the third district, an old man pushing a cart from the fourth district, a Guanyin sitting on a lotus in the fifth district..."
"Overall, it's quite different."
Ding Lu said: "Director, where are the last two paintings? They are works from the tenth district. You haven't turned to the bottom just now."
Director You smiled when he heard this.
"Hahaha, Xiao Ding, you may not be aware as you are new here. These ten districts have been at the bottom for so many years. I have no hope at all."
"Last year's picture of an eagle spreading its wings was forced to be embroidered into a picture of millet pecking at rice."
After hearing this, Ding Lu also laughed, but then he frowned. If he couldn't produce a decent work, it would be difficult for the headquarters to communicate with him.
Finally, I need to choose a piece of work to send to the boss.
Director You sighed softly. He had to be scolded for his interest this year. As he said this, Director You started to scroll down without any hope.
Turning to the tenth page, Director You was suddenly stunned for a moment.
Picture of eight chrysanthemums vying for beauty.
"This is an improvement compared to last year, but it's still far behind. It's not even as good as that old man pushing a cart." Director You said helplessly.
The old man's introduction shows the hard work and character of the work, which is quite good among these works. Director You really had no choice but to hand it over.
As for the last one, Director You casually pulled it out from the bottom.
The moment he pulled it out, Director You suddenly became excited, and then quickly laid it out on the table!
Big red background picture, sickle, hammer!
