Chapter 570: The Villagers' Doubts (1)
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The villagers saw that Wang Xiaoliang was still a half-grown child, and although what he said was different from the local area, they could also hear that it was from Jiaodong, and they began to believe it slowly.
A young man holding a dung fork walked out of the crowd, looked at Wang Xiaoliang and asked: "You said that your regiment commander was lost, I don't believe it, how could an official lose it by himself, so that you soldiers come out to find it, so it is better not to be an official, what's the use of looking for him?" If you can't even protect yourself, what kind of battle will you fight? β
The soldiers around him, when they heard the villagers corrupting their Lei Regiment Commander without any inhibitions, Zhang Tao, the commander of the second company, shouted loudly: "What do you know? Just here is nonsense, our regimental commander Lei secretly attacked the enemy's arsenal, bombed planes to destroy the devil's airfield, robbed the devil's tank and rushed into the enemy camp, modified the tank to kill the devil, just a few days ago the rifle hit the pilot of the enemy plane in the air, causing the destruction of three devil's planes.
Today, he only took a dozen soldiers from the guard squad around him, killed thousands of devils, and covered the safe retreat of the two brigades of the Eighth Route Army, he was pursued by devils on the ground, and there was an enemy fighter group bombing in the sky, and now there are no dead people or corpses, such a commander of the Eighth Route Army, we have to find him even if we are desperate to find him, you say, is it useless to have such a regiment commander? β
Wang Xiaoliang saw that Company Commander Zhang finished speaking angrily, tears of pain flowed from his face, and he said to the villagers: "Fellow villagers, the head of the Lei Jian Regiment is the backbone of our independent regiment, and the regiment that has lost the regiment commander, who will lead the soldiers to kill the little devils?" β
The young man who rushed in front and said Lei Jianhun words, only then did he know that this cavalry was really the cavalry of the Eighth Route Army, and it sounded like the regiment commander they lost was really a character, and he couldn't help asking: "Who of you is an official here, let's say, I need the descendants of these villagers, what can I do to help you?" As long as you can find your big hero leader, my crops have been destroyed by the little devils, and I can plant them again next year, but your hero leader can't find them for a while, and your soldiers will have no one to bring. β
Wang Xiaoliang walked up to the young man, it seemed that this young man should be a few years older than him, he said politely: "This big brother, I am Wang Xiaoliang, the deputy head of the Independent Regiment of the Fifth Detachment of the Eighth Route Army, since you have said this, then I am not welcome, please worry about the fathers and fellow villagers, carefully help find people around here, as long as it is the sacrificed Eighth Route Army, carry them all together, okay?" Even if we can't find our regiment commander, we must take these soldiers who sacrificed bravely in order to defeat the little devils into the ground, and I don't know ....... β
"Y-You're a deputy head of the regiment? To be such a big official at such a young age, obedient, really promising. Okay, you just show the way, where do I start with so many folks? The young man readily agreed.
Wang Xiaoliang saw that the villagers all happily agreed to help, and he said excitedly: "Thank you, fellow villagers, our head is more than 1.8 meters tall, thin, pale, and has a small birthmark at the root of his left ear. β
The young man turned around and shouted to the villagers behind him: "Old and young masters, listen well, the little devils have come to us, the brothers of the Eighth Route Army have a good life for our people, and they sacrificed their lives to kill devils on the battlefield, and now the commander of the Eighth Route Army kills devils without knowing life and death, we can't look at it, it's a gentleman, hurry up and put down the work at hand, it's important to save people, all disperse quickly, according to the face of this deputy head Wang, hurry up and find this head named Lei Jian." β
The soldiers of the cavalry battalion and the villagers combined and began to spread out the search for the thunder sword, which was not seen alive or dead, as well as the soldiers of the guard squad beside him. A while ago, it was a battlefield full of artillery fire, and at this time, the soldiers and civilians looked for the thunder sword together, stepping on the blood-stained land, and carefully and seriously looking for it in the fallen crop fields.
Besides, Lei Jian led the guard squad and three driver soldiers, as well as a few skilled gunners, to carry out the most powerful fire strikes against the devil's ground troops, with the purpose of luring the enemy and giving the New Seventh Brigade and the New Ninth Brigade time to retreat.
More than 20 people lured the 593rd Wing of the Japanese army on the ground to break away from the battlefield of attacking the New 7th Brigade and the New 9th Brigade, pinned down the main force of the devils, and cooperated with the two brigades in a dangerous situation to evacuate from the frontal battlefield.
The three chariots rushed in three different directions, and under the enemy's aerial firepower, Lei Jian promptly ordered the fighters on the chariots to jump out of the battle.
Lei Jian and Qu Jiaming finally jumped out of the chariot, and the two of them were like tigers and leopards pounced, bouncing to chase after the retreating warriors in front, and burrowed into the green gauze tent.
The fighters of the three chariots soon joined up with Lei Jian, and in this battle, more than two dozen fighters were killed under the indiscriminate bombardment of enemy planes.
Although Lei Jian and they got into the green gauze tent to get the cover of the high-pole crops, Lei Jian knew that the little devil had been hit hard, and he would not easily give up revenge, and would raze the green gauze tent around the battlefield to the ground, under the judgment of the devil commander, it was impossible for the large forces of the Eighth Route Army to withdraw in the shortest time, and they would definitely hide in the green gauze tent around here.
Yamada Dazuo, the captain of the 59rd Wing on the ground of the devil, this cunning guy, was about to break through the positions of the New Seventh Brigade and the New Ninth Brigade of the Eighth Route Army, when he was suddenly attacked by a cavalry brigade of the Eighth Route Army, and seized his rear baggage base, made three strange chariots, and launched the most fierce artillery and heavy machine gun strikes against his large army, forcing the troops to return to reinforcements and temporarily abandon the operation of attacking the forward positions of the Eighth Route Army.
Yamada Daisa saw that the three strange chariots of the Eighth Route Army, under the siege of his troops, quickly retreated while blocking them with firepower, and when the Japanese fighter group reinforced in the air flew into the sky, these three strange chariots escaped in three directions, and were finally attacked by the fighters in the air and all destroyed.
The 593rd Wing of the Japanese Army suffered such a crushing defeat, which was intolerable to Yamada Daisa, who felt that this was the greatest humiliation in his military career, and implored the commander of the air fighters, Major General Kawachi, to use the powerful firepower of the fighters to destroy all the green gauze tents around the battlefield and eliminate all the Eighth Route Army hidden inside.
The Japanese air combat aircraft group launched a large-scale firepower to block the Eighth Route Army hidden in the green gauze tent, a large area of crops was destroyed, and those soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who did not withdraw from the battlefield in time and hid in the green gauze tent were slaughtered by the fire of the enemy planes in the air.
Lei Jian led less than twenty soldiers around him, and since the moment he rushed into the green gauze tent, he did not relax his pace, just like a mountain leopard running into the woods to chase its prey, with the fastest forward impact speed, he did his best to break through the range of enemy planes' aerial fire, so as to relieve the danger of being strangled.
The warrior behind him really couldn't run, and offered to take a breath, now out of the battlefield, there was no danger, and asked to rest for a while.
Lei Jian roared unceremoniously: "Bastard, who runs faster if they don't want to die, have you seen it?" The enemy planes continue to dive forward and strafe and drop bombs in the back, if they fly above our heads and drop bombs, who will be able to return to Peacock Valley alive? Run with me, in order to live, and talk nonsenseββγ β
The soldiers didn't expect that they were basically out of danger, and now they had at least three miles to run away from the battlefield, how could their Lei Regiment Commander actually issue the most dangerous password ''? Isn't that?
Although the soldiers had this idea, they followed the thunder sword from birth to death, knowing that their regiment commander had a kind of wit and courage beyond ordinary people, even if they had doubts in their hearts, they would never dare to disobey the order and cause the consequences of throwing away their lives.
Lei Jian, who was running in front, suddenly heard the roar of the enemy fighter plane overhead, and he shouted, "Get down", and with the shout, the person had already fallen to the ground.
When the soldiers heard the thunder sword running in front shouting, 'Get down quickly,' the people had already fallen, and one by one they obeyed the order and hurriedly lay down, and just as the soldiers had just laid down, the enemy aircraft battle group dropped more than a dozen bombs in the sky above them, and exploded in their green gauze tent.
When the smoke of gunpowder slowly dissipated, this green gauze tent has been razed to the ground, and a few crop poles that have not been blown down have become dry hard rods in the bleak war, swaying against the beacon fire, monotonous and sad.
This crop, which was still green just a moment ago, was dried by the flames of war and fell to the ground, and some were still burning.
Less than twenty soldiers led by Lei Jian did not know at this time whether the bombs dropped by the enemy aircraft group in the air could destroy any corpses.
The beacon fire is still burning on this land, not only the green gauze tent hidden by this thunder sword has suffered bad luck, but even the crops that extend out for two or three miles have become fireworks, and patches of crops have fallen to the ground, and some of the fields can still faintly recognize the bones of the people who were blown up, these people who lost their lives by the explosion of the devil fighter bomb will not be ordinary people, it should be the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were still fighting with the enemy just now, and who withdrew from their positions at this time and had not had time to rush out.
The green gauze tent where Lei Jian and the others last lay down, it was impossible to see that there had been people running here, let alone nearly twenty warriors, whether they were still alive on this land at this time.
(End of chapter)