"Brother Meng, if we change into this Japanese skin, what should we do with our equipment?”Zhang Dabiao looked at Meng Liang, who had already changed into a lieutenant uniform, and asked.
"Leave the machine guns behind. As for the rest, load them into the vehicles and bring them back to the regiment headquarters.”Meng Liang had just fastened his belt and casually replied when he saw Old Firewood running over excitedly.
"Platoon leader, we're rich. The comrades in the auto repair class just checked and found that there are still five cars left that can be driven. However, the carriages were damaged. We have to replace the iron plates that the base brought over.”
"Can you pass it off as the real thing?" Meng Liang asked.
"Yes, Brother Yushan said that we just need to hang the tarpaulin up again and spread a layer of the broken tarpaulin on the ground to ensure that the devils won't be able to see us when we enter the military camp.”
"Alright, then immediately organize the brothers to repair the car as soon as possible.”
"Yes."
Not long after, Meng Liang arranged for a car to transport the wounded soldiers and the seized supplies back.
The commoners Zhang Dabiao found from Xiaowang Village had also arrived with donkey carts and ox carts. They could help with the transportation.
Meng Liang checked the situation of the two tricycles in front of him and saw Zhang Dabiao walking over in his Japanese skin." Battalion Commander Zhang, what's the situation on your side?"”
"We got a lot of loot. We got more than 600 Japanese 38s, two 60mm mortars, eight grenade launchers, four Type 92 heavy machine guns, 15 crooked light machine guns, and more than 100,000 rounds of rifle bullets and machine gun bullets. In addition, we also got half a truck of medical supplies. Brother Meng, we're rich now.”
"This is nothing. When we take down the garrison, we will get two mountain cannons.”
Zhang Dabiao laughed." I finally know why the regiment commander likes you. Just based on your courage, other than the regiment commander, you're the only one in our new regiment who's so lawless.”
"Let's go, get in the car."
"Battalion Commander Zhang, tell the brothers to disguise themselves as wounded soldiers later. Don't expose themselves and don't answer the questions easily.”
"I'll take the two trikes to the front. You guys stay behind and set up the machine guns.”
"As long as there is a gunshot, one shot will kill all the forces in front of us that can resist.”
"Alright, no problem."
Zhang Dabiao climbed into the passenger seat of Little Rock's car and sat down.
He was the platoon leader of the 29th division's broadsword squad, and he had ridden in a car before.
The treatment of the Eighth Route Army was worse. He did not expect that there would be a day in his life where he would go to war in a car.
"Buzz…"
Two three-wheeled vehicles and eight large trucks were moving quickly along the road.
More than half of the 300 soldiers behind the car were lying on stretchers, covered in the blood of the Japanese. The rest were holding machine guns and waiting.
After driving for about 50 kilometers, they met the 2nd Battalion on the side of the road.
"Hey, Big Biao, you look like a dog in this outfit.”
Zhang Dabiao was angered by the Second Battalion Commander." Old He, what are you pointing at?”
"Don't tell me it's not good. Our regiment commander asked us to come back to reinforce you. But looking at your situation, did your 1st Battalion take care of that reinforced Japanese squadron?”
"That's right." Zhang Dabiao was no longer sleepy at the mention of this." It's just a reinforced squadron, a small team, and two to three hundred wounded soldiers. There are only six to seven hundred people in total. How can it be enough for our battalion and the platoon?"”
"Yo, you're still so cocky. With the equipment of the car platoon, you can still win with our 2nd Battalion.”
"Go, go, go. "Hurry up and march. Brother Meng told me to tell you that when we start fighting inside, you have to make a big fuss outside and disarm the puppet troops. Don't let any of them go."”
"Don't worry, every single one of us in the new regiment is an elite. It's not like you're the only battalion in battle.”
"Then we'll leave first. Old He, don't make us wait too long.”
The second battalion commander looked at the convoy that was leaving and stomped his foot." What are you so proud of? If our second battalion fights with the convoy, we will definitely fight better than your first battalion."”
He was envious. When would the Eighth Route Army be able to swagger on the road in a car?
"Hurry up, run faster."
"If you go late, you won't be able to drink the soup."
If Zhang Dabiao really led the 1st Battalion into the Yellow River Fortress and beat up the puppet garrison, this old fellow would definitely brag in front of the battalion commanders and company commanders for half a year.
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