The heavens begin with the bright sword

Chapter 25 I'm getting older, I got sand in my eyes

Taking advantage of the night, a group of people hastened their journey.

It's just that the quality of the people in the independent regiment and the puppet army is uneven, and there is still some deviation from the original plan to cross the mountain before dawn.

But the mountain was right in front of them, and as long as they were lucky enough to escape the mopping forces of the devils, they might be able to reach Zhaojiayu without firing a single shot.

I have always been afraid of what will come.
The devils worked very hard for the big sweep. Seeing that they were about to enter the mountain, they encountered a squadron of devils who were slaughtering the people of a village.

It stands to reason to ignore these devils at this time, and they can enter the mountain without a sound. But who are the independent groups?

Who are Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang?How can such a scene be seen?
"Damn it!" Li Yunlong was still swaying, grabbing a machine gun and going to shoot these devils.

That is to say, he is now leading a small 800 people, and he is full of confidence, otherwise he really has to weigh it, what kind of play it is.

"Regimental Commander, I'm afraid there will be a lot of casualties if you go straight up. Why don't I go up with my brothers first, and when the fight starts, you will lead the troops to charge." Zhang Xiu saw that Li Yunlong was about to lose his footing and wanted to show his strength. If it wasn't for Zhao Gang's moment Holding him up, I'm afraid he's already sitting on the ground at this moment.

"Be careful." Li Yunlong pushed the boat along.

Zhang Xiu greeted his brothers who still hadn't changed their costumes, and asked Li Huaizhong and Zhang Chengcheng to choose a few tough puppet army brothers, and they went up.

As Zhang Xiu moved forward, he asked with a pure Tokyo accent: "Which unit is in front? Tell me the number!"

The devil, who was taking pleasure in slaughtering the people, saw the movement here, turned his head and saw that it was "one of his own people", immediately let go of his guard, not only reported his unit number, but also asked Zhang Xiu a question.

Zhang Xiu reported Hongxin Ichiro's troop number, and said as he walked: "My department is chasing the fleeing Eight Routes. When you hear gunshots here, come and have a look."

When the leading devil was about to speak, he saw Zhang Xiu who was already approaching directly picked up the submachine gun and pulled the trigger.

Chug chug chug - ding ding ding!

Zhang Xiu fired all the bullets in one breath, and the brothers behind him also fired at the same time. The devils in front of him were not vigilant, and many of them turned their backs to Zhang Xiu and others. When they realized it, I already felt that my body was getting more and more tired after being shot, and I was unwilling to die in a foreign country. Maybe I still want to remember my relatives and cherry blossoms in my hometown, but these have nothing to do with Zhang Xiu. He can't do it if he takes people up to charge.

The battle ended very quickly. A mere squadron of devils couldn't make waves at all, leaving behind corpses all over the place, which aroused people's embarrassment and disgust.

The soldiers of the Independence Regiment wiped out all the devil's weapons and bullets, and provided a lot of supplies.

cool!
Even Li Yunlong felt happy, how could a battle be fought like this?
The ordinary people who were hiding and watching in the dark couldn't understand why one group of devils ran out and attacked another group of devils. It wasn't until Zhao Gang came forward to explain the reason clearly that these people didn't understand. They are all soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

Zhao Gang’s appearance as a cultured person does have a +99 affinity for the common people. Basically, the common people believe whatever he says. In fact, not to mention the common people, even the fighters of the independent regiment, sometimes they are wronged by the regiment leader, and they often go to Zhao Gang confides there.

Political commissar, isn't that what he does?
A team of scouts explored the way ahead, and the rest of the large army moved towards Zhaojiayu to cover the common people.

Along the way, the villagers greeted the "Eight Route Warriors" wearing the uniforms of the puppet army, which made the puppet army brothers who had always been looked down upon by the common people tremble.

Several times, Zhao Guorong quietly raised his hand to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

"Young man, it's a good job to beat devils."

An old woman who was about the same age as his mother looked at him as if she were her own son, her eyes were slightly squinted, and she patted his back with one hand.

Zhao Guorong felt ashamed, and felt that he was really unworthy of being a human being a few years ago.

Zhang Xiu was beside him and said with a smile, "How do you feel?"

"Hey, I'm getting older, and it's easy to get sand in my eyes."

"Do it well!" The old woman said cheerfully: "When you settle down, the aunt will tell you about your relatives."

Zhao Guorong blushed, feeling that what he had done before was really unworthy.

There are not many similar scenes.

On the other side there was another little one, who followed Li Yijun, looked at his injured arm, stared into his dark eyes, and said, "Uncle, does it hurt?"

"Hey, what a joke." Although Li Yijun was a bit petty, he naturally couldn't show his timidity in front of children.

The little one immediately admired him: "Uncle is really powerful. When I grow up, I will be like my uncle and go to the battlefield to fight devils."

Li Yijun was a little embarrassed, but he still pretended to say: "When you grow up, the devil will be kicked out by us."

"Well..." the little boy was thoughtful, and after a while he said: "Then when I grow up, I will go to the devil's house to fight the devil."

"Hahahaha!"

Li Yunlong, who was being carried on the stretcher, was amused by this little kid, and even his old Li didn't dare to think about counterattacking back. I didn't expect this little baby to be quite ambitious.

Along the way, there were no twists and turns.

But when we were about to reach the mountain pass, we saw soldiers exploring the way ahead, and ran back to report the situation: "Regimental Commander, Political Commissar, there is a company of puppet soldiers guarding the entrance of the village ahead."

"Are there ghosts?"

"No, it's all the puppet army. Only a few guards are on guard. The cooking team is cooking, and the rest are resting."

"Damn it, kill them." Li Yunlong looked at Zhang Xiu again, and said, "Take your people up!"

"Yes."

Zhang Xiu brought his direct subordinates, as well as Li Huaizhong and Zhang Chengcheng's people, and moved forward.

The puppet army is worthy of being a mob. Even Li Huaizhong and others couldn't stand it anymore, so he sneaked under their noses with a group of people, and he didn't see that he deserved to be slaughtered.

Just a moment later, Li Huaizhong's eyes were slightly wrong, and he said to Zhang Xiu beside him, "Brother Zhang Xiu, I don't know if I should say something or not."

Zhang Xiu glanced at him, Li Huaizhong smiled coyly: "I know this company commander, he is my distant cousin."

"?"

Zhang Xiu was stunned when he heard the words, and kept looking at Li Huaizhong, good guy, are all your relatives becoming puppet soldiers?
How can you meet your relatives everywhere?

Zhang Xiu thought for a while, one chased away and the two let go, and said, "Brothers, let's get to work."

Then with a wave of his hand, almost a battalion of people rushed out and pointed their guns at the puppet soldiers with chopsticks and bowls in their hands.

"Forgive me! Your Majesty, forgive me!"

Before Zhang Xiu could speak, a group of puppet soldiers knelt down and begged for mercy. After all, those who followed Zhang Xiu and rushed out were all elite equipment from the Yamamoto Special Forces. They thought they were being caught for being lazy. I was really flustered.

"What's the majesty, I belong to the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army." By this time, Zhang Xiu no longer concealed her identity.

When this group of puppet soldiers heard that they were an independent regiment, they were even more persuaded: "Grandpa Balu, please forgive me!"

Li Yunlong and the others behind saw the situation ahead and sensed that something had changed, so they rushed up with the rest of the troops.

Seeing this, the company commander almost rolled his eyes: I, Cui Qingyuan, He Dehe Neng, was surrounded by a regiment of Eight Routes?

(End of this chapter)