Battalion Commander Zhang Maocai
13 Battle of Xifengkou I

The snow-covered days were always so rushed. On February 20th, the footsteps of spring came. Today, Zhang Maocai was sitting in a corner of the camp with his legs crossed. He was sewing a slightly disconnected blue military uniform for spring. His clothes were spread out on his legs, and a guy who looked like a hairy Indian monk would always come out to harass the battalion commander. The Battalion Commander would have coldly glared at him and impatiently beat him up, but this guy always knowingly violated the rules.

Sometimes, Zhang Maocai would also put his blue military uniform over his shoulders and put his hands in his blue pants pockets. In this season where the snow had not completely receded, he was walking on the bright mud with a few piles of snow. On the long sleeves of the military uniform, there was a blue-green armband with black borders. On the armband, there were two big black words,'Battalion Commander.'

Year after year, month after month, Zhang Maocai would often bring a white paper lantern with a single word to the soldiers to check on the night. For more than ten days in a month, he would find a few soldiers whispering in the dark. Sometimes, he would make strange sounds with Shagan, or some people would make strange sounds. They would also coy and laugh collectively. The result was that they would always be shocked to see a faint light above their heads. When they raised their heads, they would see the Battalion Commander's chin facing them. The shadow on his face was expressionless, or he was frowning and angry, or he was smiling but the lantern was shining on his dark and ferocious face. Some soldiers would be punished again. At the end, the room would habitually turn dark again.

Other than Niu Guangliang, the most famous ones were Wang Amao, Er Feizi, and the others. Even in the dark night of the neighboring camp, some battalion commanders were also punishing the soldiers who were like this in their sleep.

Sometimes, the entire camp would gather at a table in a certain room, and some leaders would ask the people below to keep quiet. Some of the soldiers would start to secretly throw notes when they were bored. The most important ones included Niu Guangliang and a talkative soldier in the other camp. Zhang Maocai would often find out about this and cut off the paper balls. However, there were also times when people would open the paper balls in Zhang Maocai's hands and find that they were covered in green snot and boogers, causing veins and sweat to pop out on their foreheads. They would definitely find the main culprit when they threw them around.

However, on the 9th of March, when the snow had completely receded, the war at Xifeng Pass on the Great Wall began. Zhang Maocai's battalion was thus sent to Xifengkou to fight with the Japanese.

During the day, the 29th division began to gather urgently. Commander Song Zheyuan said to the soldiers below,"[The country is in danger, the Japanese invaders are ferocious. The rise and fall of the country, everyone has a share. I wanted to serve in the army, but I was too old. Fortunately, I have a son, so I volunteered. Give me a flag, always carry it with you. Wiping the blood when wounded, wrapping the body after death. Go forward bravely, don't forget your duty!...]

The soldiers below raised their four-pound sabers and shouted in unison, drinking the bloody bowls of wine that they had prepared for the warriors.

At this time, Commander Song Zheyuan ordered the soldiers to split up and return to their respective teams, ready to fight the Japanese army to the death. On that day, all the soldiers in the 29th army's broadsword team and the other battalions began to fight against the Japanese army. After Zhang Maocai counted the number of soldiers in the camp, all the soldiers carried a broadsword on their back and some carried heavy bags. They rushed straight to the Xifeng Pass stronghold on the mountain road to meet the bloody fireballs that were blasted by the cannons and planes.

The bugle call sounded on the battlefield.

On that day, all the soldiers of the machete team fought against the Japanese planes and cannons. The Japanese planes were rumored to have ugly dog skin plasters painted on them, just like the small mustaches on their noses. Some of the soldiers who were rushing to Xifeng Pass were sent flying by the bombardment of cannons and planes. Although not all of them were hit, some of them died while running. When Wang Amao was beaten to death like this, the soldiers of the entire battalion still had to move forward without hesitation, unable to take care of him. When the plane's fly-like sound echoed in the air, accompanied by the roar of bullets being dropped, the soldiers quickly lay down and crawled up to continue moving forward. All the soldiers of the broadsword team had already made up their minds to fight the Japanese army with advanced equipment. A few days ago, when they were still in the stronghold, Commander Song Zheyuan had made the soldiers swear that they would rather die in battle than become slaves to a subjugated country. Some of the soldiers seemed to have understood something and stopped talking. Finally, they collectively issued a loud voice of assurance. On the large white banner with such words, they collectively cut their thumbs with their knives and pressed their bloody handprints. The soldiers had nothing. Their clothes were ragged and shabby like beggars and bandits. Their important weapons were only broadswords and grenades. They also had pistols of the same weight. Even the shoes they wore were changed every few years.

At this time, when Niu Guangliang, who was running, still had the leisure time to think about this, the fly bombs thrown by the Japanese hit the ground and made a loud bang. Rocks flew everywhere, and the pit was 2,300 meters deep. A few brothers were rotten in the pit, and their body tissues had been smashed into a bloody mess. They were shocked and opened their mouths and spat out white foam and blood. They were still breathing, but their eyes had rolled back and they could not feel any pain.

These people only had a few breaths left. Even bullets would be too much to deal with them.

When the plane bombarded Niu Guangliang again, Niu Guangliang was at a loss with a certain expression. At the same time, bird chirping suddenly came from the gray sky, flying over flocks of birds. Behind him, a shadow quickly flitted across the grass and threw him onto the grass. It was dozens of centimeters away from the corner of the Great Wall. Niu Guangliang noticed the slender elbows of the shadow's owner wrapped in blue sleeves. Although he looked slim, his strength was amazing. Niu Guangliang could not suppress the anger in his heart. He shouted,[Motherf * cker…]

[Be careful.] The voice of the owner who shook off Niu Guangliang's hand echoed,[If you can catch up with the team, run forward with all your might. We're all going to die anyway.]

Niu Guangliang saw that the person was facing the fierce light. For a moment, his eyes were pierced by the sunlight that pierced through the clouds in the hazy sky. At this time, Niu Guangliang saw that the shadow reflected by the sunlight was actually Zhang Maocai. Zhang Maocai's soft black hair fluttered in the wind as he continued to lead the battalion forward. Niu Guangliang slowly stood up.

Some of the Japanese planes crashed, while others continued to fly in the air. However, a few of them were hit by the birds that flew over in groups. The pilots opened their huge umbrellas as they parachuted.

At the same time, Dong Shengtang, the regiment commander of the 29th division, who had top-notch martial arts skills, was among the medical team. His regiment was protecting this team. Ge Lingyi, some medics, and doctors were sent to Zhang Maocai's camp. Dong Shengtang's voice was filled with surprise and anger because he realized how the medical team could send the girls to the most dangerous place. He could not help but reprimand some of the medical team members. Some of the medical team members lowered their heads as they ran and listened to his lecture.

This was also the team of the Chinese dynasty at that time. Women who had the slightest ability in this aspect would also be recruited to fight. If they could defeat a few enemies, they would be boasted about how peerless their martial arts were. They would be the unique and invincible chivalrous women who would make the enemies tremble in fear.

At the front line, where artillery fire was roaring, Zhang Maocai had a strange expression on his face as he burst out laughing.

All the soldiers in the camp were carrying sabers on their backs and were buried in a corner of the city wall.

The battle at Xifengkou began today.

——Fin——

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