"At this moment, I seemed to understand part of the reason why Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng was rude and swearing, but he always led his troops to win battles.

Ordinary warriors have low cultural level. They may not be able to understand patriotism when they tell them, and they may not feel the long and simplified speech.

Unlike speeches on the streets of Shanghai, most of the onlookers have a certain cultural foundation and can understand that kind of passion.

But these are just ordinary people. Most of them are born to farmers, and many of them can't even write their own names. They may not understand the great principles they tell them.

But Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng once said that they could understand the little truth about protecting their own land and protecting their relatives.

It is rare to retain a patriotic heart in this chaos. After all, among countless confused roads, everyone knows how difficult it is to choose the right road.

So those ordinary warriors are indeed very cute. They dyed the entire earth red with their actions, their lives and their passion, and dyed people's hearts red.

I hope that the people of the whole country will come and see, and there are still people who are willing to fight the invaders for them, even if they lose their lives.

Even if they were seriously injured and carried onto a stretcher, they were unwilling to let go of the weapons in their hands, just to be able to fight the invaders with the moment they opened their eyes.

These soldiers are respectable, cute, and proud... Let's write this first. The Eighth Route Army's stretcher soldiers are not enough, so I need help bringing the seriously injured back."

Having written this, Wang Jing slowly closed her notebook, then joined the ranks of stretcher soldiers, and slowly touched the position.

...

The Japanese were very happy because they had prepared an attack five minutes before the shelling stopped, and they wanted to take down the opponent's position after a few waves of attacks.

But who knew that the infantry had just issued the order to attack and rushed out less than 100 meters, and an explosion came from behind.

Listening to the harsh sound of artillery shells breaking through the air, the Japanese lord secretly called something bad, and their artillery was counterattacked by the Turkish Eighth Route Artillery.

"Where is the artillery of the Eighth Route Army?" Due to the huge shelling, the land on the Japanese side was shaking wildly, and the artillery fire flickered and dark, reflecting on the Japanese face.

A Japanese vanguard covered in mess, hurriedly ran over and reported loudly:

"Master, the artillery position has suffered a violent artillery attack. It was just confirmed that it was the artillery of the Eighth Route Army. They are now less than two thousand meters to the left of the artillery position."

"Yoxi, send my guard out immediately and must annihilate them. If the artillery is damaged, then take the artillery from the Eighth Route Army to the death." The Japanese Grandpa put down the telescope in his hand and roared loudly. Then a central defender led the team to prepare to attack the artillery from the Eighth Route Army.

Xu Qiang had not stopped the artillery at this time because half of his artillery had not had time to use. It had been set up at this moment, but the artillery was not the direction of the Japanese artillery position, but a wide area closer to them.

"Captain, the Japanese will arrive soon after the troops. Our guard has only one platoon, so it may not last long. Should we leave immediately?" A platoon leader of an artillery could not help but ask, but Xu Qiang's eyes were red now, put down his telescope, and shouted in front of him with bloodshot eyes:

"How can you miss a God-given opportunity? The Japanese infantry will definitely attack us soon. According to their peeing nature, they will definitely rush directly from our front.

There is an open land right in front of us. We still have mortars that are not used, so we can just let them drink a pot."

Xu Qiang's words came true. In less than 20 minutes, they saw the Japanese in front of them. Some artillery soldiers were pulling infantry cannons back with horses, while others had set up mortars to prepare for artillery attacks.

The platoon leader of the guard platoon was a little worried before that if the Japanese came to attack with more troops, they would be under great pressure, after all, they needed to protect the artillery evacuation.

But now he was not nervous at all, because there were less than fifty Japanese soldiers in front of him, and his guard platoon also had 50 people, and their weapons were very good. In close combat, the Japanese may not be their opponents.

Especially Xu Qiang, a bitch, also judged the Japanese's routine, and the mortar was about to be fired at the Japanese. I don't know how many people the Japanese could have left after the bombardment?

Chirp~

The guard platoon leader quietly touched the front. He just wanted to see where the Japanese were, suddenly there was a harsh sound of breaking through the air. Then, the front was covered by smoke and dust, and the Japanese couldn't see it.

"Can't you let me take a look at the Japanese?"

It is naturally unlikely to take a look at the Japanese. After the mortar was shot, few Japanese Japanese rushed out of the smoke and dust. The snipers of the guard platoon directly fucked the opponent. When the mortar was dismantled and the artillery left almost, they did not see half of Japanese running over.

The platoon leader of the guard platoon could not help but throw the cigarette to the ground, cursed Ju Niang, then vomited a drool in the direction of the Japanese, then waved forward and signaled everyone to retreat.

It was amazing that the Japanese Grand Secretary’s guard had 50 people. Unexpectedly, this time, not only did he fail to attack the artillery positions of the Eighth Route Army, but he lost more than half of them, and even the commander could not come back. Only one non-commissioned officer came back with a dozen soldiers, and all of them were all marked without exception.

This situation made the Japanese Grandpa so angry that he vomited blood. Fortunately, he didn't faint, otherwise the battle would be impossible.

"Send another squadron to the right of the Tujiao Route Army to detour behind them, and find ways to attack forward and backward, and must take down the position of the Eighth Route Army in front."

The Japanese still used the old routine and used the method of sneak attacking with the left and right wings.

Although the little fat man had expected this a long time ago, they had a serious shortage of manpower and could only send militias to do this at this time.

There were minefields arranged on both sides. At this moment, there were militias burying mines wildly. They were all isolated households whose relatives were killed by the Japanese. They wanted to fight to the Japanese now. However, Li Feng said that their training was not up to standard and that they could only be militias, so they could only bury mines in this place.

Not to mention, there are also reporters interviewing this place. Just because of this, the reporter saw some people nearby and wanted to see what was going on.

"What are you doing?"

A militia who kept digging the ground with a shovel, carrying a gun on his back. At this time, he stopped and looked at the beautiful girl behind her. She was holding a box-like thing in her hand. She heard that it was called a camera.
Chapter completed!