After a loud bang, the gunshots gradually dropped. A few minutes later, no more weapons were heard in the forest, leaving only the whistle of the spring breeze through the woods.

After a while, a group of cheerful soldiers yelled and caught up with Ma Qian'an from behind. The soldiers were dirty and covered with mud. At this stage, the temperature in the Little Xing'an Mountains has risen above zero during the day, and some areas with wind and sunshine have become ice and snow. The soldiers set up ambush and fought fiercely and inevitably lie in the wet depression. It is not surprising that there is mud and rotten soil on their bodies, but it is more conspicuous when they stick to the white camouflage uniforms.

Seeing the soldiers' funny appearance of black and white on their clothes, Ma Qian'an thought in his heart that it was time to change the soldiers' camouflage costumes. However, I don't know if the workshop-style printing and dyeing factory in the headquarters can be created. If they can't do it, they have to ask Wei Zhengmin for help. After all, there is a regular printing and dyeing company in Su Fang, so it's not a big deal to print some "fancy" cloth.

A silver bell-like laughter came over. This was not Zhang Xiaohua's laughter, so this was Xia Zhen's laughter. There were only two women in the entire special forces squadron, either she or she. So far, Ma Qian'an has not discovered that any man in this army could make a woman-like voice.

I am so happy that I am afraid that the record is good! Sure enough, Zhang Xiaohua happily caught up with Ma Qian'an and reported the merits, "Let's... Commander Ma, Xia Zhen beat 15, is he very awesome? He is worthy of being an instructor!"

Ma Qian'an understood Zhang Xiaohua's mood. Xia Zhen had no record before and was looked down upon by some soldiers. He always advocated heroes in the army, and always spoke of martial arts. Although Zhang Xiaohua, as Xia Zhen's good friend, was anxious, but could not argue for it, nor could she use her identity as a commander to suppress the thoughts in the soldiers' minds.

Xia Zhen, who was covered in spoils, came to Ma Qian'an staggeringly under a group of soldiers and picked Ma Qian'an up like a provocative look. Ma Qian'an could only smile bitterly. This woman was probably demonstrating to her because she had criticized some of her irregular habits before.

However, as a leader, his mouth is big enough, and his voice is finally in his hands. Ma Qian'an's eyes turned and he spoke to praise Xia Zhen: "Comrade Xia Zhen, I am proud of you. I hope you will continue to achieve good results! What do you think of telling your friends and comrades? Everyone applauded!"

Wow! The applause sounded, and the applause was warm and sincere, and the soldiers accepted Xia Zhen from their hearts.

Xia Zhen's eyes were a little red. After so many days, she finally won the approval and respect of these famous men. This is not easy, especially as a woman.

Thinking of her performance just now, Xia Zhen didn't understand why she suddenly became agile. Her skills were so fast, her eyes were so sharp, her fingers were so steady, and the sniper rifle in her hand was so vigorous that she would never go off the ground and bounce it away. At that time, she only felt an invisible force that influenced her emotions, which was anger and hatred.

"Can I say something?" Xia Zhen swept across everyone's faces with bright big eyes open.

"Uh! Of course! Of course!"

Xia Zhen changed his eyes again, and then swept everyone with a cunning face. Suddenly, he bent his right arm and stretched out his feet into the air and jumped upwards. At the same time, he shouted, and the crisp shouting was like a yellow oriole singing.

"pretty!"

The original expressions of a large group of men around him were immediately frozen, grinning, smiling, and inquiring. At this moment, they were all shocked. After standing stiff and solemn for a while, someone let out a kind laugh, and everyone burst into laughter. The instructor was so interesting, and he still remembered that sentence. I am afraid he would be suffocating after so many days.

"This is the last time I've called this, please supervise me."

Xia Zhen’s half-true explanation made everyone happy, and laughter echoed in the forest.

"Comrade Xia Zhen, don't you feel a little pain on your face?" After Ma Qian'an laughed with everyone, he signaled the health officer to come over and asked Xia Zhen casually.

Xia Zhen’s face had red rafters scraped from branches, and a trace of a bullet passing by, and mud and blood beads hung on it. Women should deal with it as soon as possible if they love beauty.

"Ah?" Xia Zhen was shocked and took out a small mirror from his backpack in a hurry. He looked blankly for a while, then started crying with his mouth puffed.

Oh! The crowd of onlookers quickly retreated, woman, woman! Isn’t it just that there are some colors on my face and crying. I just killed someone like a female yaksha, ah!

The sanitary staff rubbed his hands and kept persuading: "Sister Xia, it's okay. We have three plasters made of needles and herbs. Just apply it to stop bleeding and generate muscles and won't lie to you."

"Can it be fine?" Xia Zhen raised her tearful eyes, and her tears couldn't stop falling.

"If you can be good or good, you will have a little bit of a shallow scar. It doesn't matter if you don't look carefully, you won't be able to find out."

"real?"

"real!"

"Tell me earlier! Looks like I'm so scared." Xia Zhen burst into tears and laughed.

110 long spears and 6 light machine guns were seized. The soldiers did not let go of these spoils at all. Some broken steel helmets with brains were also searched and picked up. The steel mouths were not bad. You can make hoes, rakes, and picks back to the furnace, so that you can use them to open up the land.

The Anbin Column was not short of weapons at all. A large number of weapons were encapsulated and hidden in secret places. Ma Qian'an knew that at least 3,000 Su-style guns were buried. The militia's training guns were all Japanese guns, and there were still more than two of them.

The excess 38 guns were sometimes used by the logistics department to exchange materials with the outside world. Zhang Fugui led several lines to the army. Some bandits who did not surrender to the Japanese exchanged guns from time to time with the Anti-Japanese United Army. The bulk goods in the materials were grain and horse materials. One gun plus one hundred bullets could be exchanged for 5,000 kilograms of soybeans. The Anbin Column had replaced more than 100 guns, and exchanged more than 700,000 kilograms of grain and horse materials, which was enough for the Anbin Column and the people in the Anbin area to spend a month and a half.

An hour later, an Oriental military dog ​​appeared on the battlefield after the fierce battle. Suddenly howled in fear, it found the body of a headless "senior" and a large area of ​​straight and familiar "masters".

Then a large group of Japanese troops emerged from the forest carefully. A leading major walked around the battlefield in grief, sat down on a piece of dead tree and sighed deeply.

An officer wearing white gloves approached him and asked, "Ito-kun, shouldn't we chase after you?"

The young master Ito looked up at the deep forest, and a trace of fear climbed up to his eyes.

"No, our task is to guard this section of the railway. The order above is not allowed to act rashly. Kadokawa suffered such an ending, and we cannot learn from him." Ito's mouth rushed to the corpse that was lying down from a distance, and said with some depression.

Bai Glove looked at the depressed Ito with contempt, turned around and walked towards the battlefield without saying a word. After carefully examining the body, Bai Glove climbed up the densely-wooded hillside and turned around the area.

After a while, he returned to Ito and nodded at Ito. Ito did not say anything. He believed that the white glove had already understood the anti-Japanese alliance that Kadokawa was chasing was not something they could fight against. If there was white glove reporting the situation to the top, if it was a truthful report, his responsibilities could be cleared.

Bai Glove is an intelligence analyst sent by the top, affiliated with the head of the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department and lives in Harbin. Bai Glove has just been transferred from the Japanese Consulate in Vladivostok to be responsible for intelligence analysis on the battlefield of the Anti-Japanese United Army, and is named Junichiro Kuroha.

If Ma Qian'an was still on the battlefield and had not walked away, he would definitely find that Junichiro Kuroha looked very familiar. This guy was a guy who was thinking about searching for information on Ma Qian'an and his group of people on the train to Moscow two years ago. He was originally under the second lesson of the General Staff of the Kwantung Army, and was recently transferred back to the "Manchu" Kwantung Army Intelligence Headquarters as the squad leader of the fifth squad, with a military rank of Major, which was one level two years ago.

The Kwantung Army Secret Service is the largest spy intelligence agency of the Japanese army, and is guided by the second lesson of the Kwantung Army General Staff Department in business. Fengtian and Harbin Secret Service are their two pillars. After the September 18th Incident, Harbin gradually became the headquarters of the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department. In 40, the Harbin agency was changed to the headquarters of the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department, forming a military spy intelligence agency with a large scale, diverse means and a relatively complete system.

This department has the third Belarusian team, the fourth squad strategic equipment, the fifth squad intelligence, the sixth squad propaganda, and 14 subordinate branches, dozens of police stations under it, and 7 other affiliated agencies and troops, with a total of thousands.

After Kuroha Junichiro returned to Manchuria and was promoted, his superiors still stuffed those "very stupid" subordinates over, and still asked him to take care of these "talented men".

Zhutou Wujiro, Gotowara, and Okara Tomoyama, the subordinates who once made Kuroyu irritated, have been doing well in their official careers for two years. Under the care of the family forces behind their respective families, several kids who looked like sluts have all become officers. Zhutou and Okara are lieutenants, and the Gotowara, who has a major general uncle, even became captains, which made Kuroyu dumbfounded and cursed Dark in his heart.

I have been a minor major for so many years. Goto has just graduated for two years and is a captain. Where can I go to make sense? There is no place to say it. Baga accepts his fate. It is true to make more money. Just follow the rules and do things. Don’t work so hard, it’s not worth it.

"Hi! Come here!" Kuroyu waved his hand and called Goto who came to the local area with him.

Goto was the leader of the first group. When he heard Kuroyu call him, he hurriedly ran over from the other side of the battlefield and bowed humbly.

"Hi Yi! What are the instructions for senior?"

"You write an analysis report on this battle, from the number of people on both sides, weapons, environment, tactics, individual soldiers' qualities, etc., you must use your brain to analyze everything you can think of and think that is important."

"Ah?" Goto smiled awkwardly and whispered to remind the senior, "Senior, hey... I just started this job and don't know how to write a report."

"Baga! If you don't understand, learn! You are all making excuses like you. When will you make progress? The empire is still waiting for you to contribute your own light and heat!"

"Hi Yi!" Goto was bitter and gritted his teeth and followed up with a "heavy burden".

"Hey! I'm really afraid of you, so do this! You write a copy first and I'll help you change it. Who asked your uncle to ask me to take care of you? It's such an unshirkable responsibility."

"Hi Yi! Then thank you!" Goto bowed politely.
Chapter completed!