If there was anyone who suffered the most during the war, it would be the common people.
The people suffer from prosperity and the people suffer from death!
It was a good example of the current situation of the people at the bottom. However, since ancient times, the Chinese people had never been short of blood. When the country was destroyed, there would always be heroes who stood up and said no to the invaders!
Of course, there were big heroes and small heroes!
The big hero saved the country, while the little hero saved himself…and the people they cared about.
The sky had just brightened, in the mountainous area.
Rustle, rustle, rustle ~
More than four thousand men dressed in different clothes were running wildly in the mountains, their target was Wangjia Town, which was not far away.
After receiving the order yesterday afternoon, Li Dacheng immediately set off. He pulled almost all the people he could, barely gathering 4,000 people.
In order to bring more people to support the new regiment, many of them were coerced by him.
He had no choice!
Although he wasn't very cultured, Big Boss Li knew the importance of the arsenal. In the past two months, the Eighth Route Army had fought hundreds of battles in Shanxi-Chaji. From the removal of the artillery towers to the thousands of people fighting against the North China Army, the devils didn't dare to come out and sweep.
The lives of the commoners were naturally much better. At least they did not have to worry about being massacred by the Japanese.
The reason for all these victories was that the Xinghua Munitions Factory's weapons were too sharp.
"The smell of blood ~"
Zhang Anding, who was running next to Big Ability Li, twitched his nose. Then, he suddenly lay on the ground and tripped the sweet potato behind him.
Plop ~
Gourd, who had rolled a few times on the ground, covered his head and sat up.""Aiyo, Zhang Anding, are you crazy? It hurts so much.”
"No, there's a bloody smell…It's so strong!”
The smell of blood?
Great Ability Li quickly waved his hand to stop the team from advancing. He carefully climbed up the mountain and hid in the grass to look down. The sweet potato Zhang Anding and the others also came over.
"Oh my god, this is…"
The battlefield at the foot of the mountain was densely covered with corpses. Many guns and ammunition were thrown on the ground, but no one picked them up. The weather was hot, and flies flew around on some of the broken corpses. It was a tragic sight.
However, these corpses all had one characteristic, and that was the unique tea green military uniform of the Japanese.
"All the devils are dead?"
Gourd's mouth was wide open, revealing a mouthful of black teeth that looked silly.
Big Boss Li was also confused. Could these devils be the 5th division?
Who was it?
The shout startled everyone. They turned around and saw a group of soldiers from the Eighth Route Army in the distance, pointing their guns at them.
"Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand!"
Ding Da Abacus, who was the closest, hurriedly waved his hand." We're from the new 778th Regiment of the 129th Division. We're here to support the new regiment. Don't shoot, don't shoot…"
？
Looking at their trembling faces, the patrolling soldiers were unsure.
Swoosh ~
At this moment, Big Boss Li took out a military flag with the words 129th Division 778th Regiment written on it.
"Take me to see Regiment Commander Li Yunlong…"
……
Crouching Bull Mountain.
In the battle yesterday afternoon, the 5th division and the puppet exploration team were killed by artillery fire. Other than a few people who escaped, the rest died in the artillery fire.
The new regiment did not fire a single shot before the battle ended. When they were cleaning up the battlefield, the recruits vomited. Even the veterans could not help but vomit in such a bloody scene.
In the end, Zhou Yun had no choice but to ask the soldiers to bring back the unconscious or not seriously injured ghosts. It was fine if they were seriously injured, but it would definitely hurt when they were moved, so he let them continue to lie down.
"Minister Zhou, we have to bury the bodies. If we let the sun shine for a day, I'm afraid there will be an outbreak of plague.”
Chu Yunfei looked at the battlefield worriedly. 40,000 corpses were spread out in an area of a few kilometers. After a night of digesting the visual impact, he was still shocked.
How to fight a war?
Yesterday, Zhou Yun had personally demonstrated what war was!
The artillery fire covered the ground, the artillery fire washed the ground, and the artillery fire continued to cover the ground.
And then…there was nothing else.
Especially when the cannons stopped firing and Zhou Yun sighed, he almost bit off his tongue.
The 5th division? Steel Army? So weak? I've prepared 20,000 cannonballs, and I'm done for after only firing 4,000?
Hu ~
In the past, he had always thought that Tubo's equipment was poor. Now that he had seen the new group, he finally understood what it meant to be rich.
The 5,000-man regiment was equipped with 3,000 semi-automatic rifles in addition to the artillery gunners. Each squad had one powerful general-purpose machine gun and a large number of submachine guns with a large load.
With such firepower, a regiment could fight head-on with an entire division of the Japanese without falling into a disadvantage.
pfff ~
Zhou Yun, who was brushing his teeth, spat out a mouthful of foam and said vaguely.
"They definitely have to be buried. If my guess is right, there will be people coming to work later.”
Work?
Report!
A guard ran over.
"Minister Zhou, the 778th Regiment has arrived. This is their Regiment Commander Li.”
"F * ck, Hai Bo, it's really you?”
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