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Seeing Lu Yuan, Lei Ming couldn't help but cry out with joy, and then kicked the smirking Qiu Qianyu away and asked, "Why are you with Captain Lu?" ”

"I have a long way to go, I didn't drive the little devil out of China, and I went to the Hades Palace, and the Lord of Hades didn't dare to accept it, so I had to come back!"

Lu Yuan made a joke, tiptoed and patted Qiu Qianyu's shoulder and briefly said about his experience in Lingqiu: "Qianyu is good, if it weren't for him, I might really be planted in the hands of the little devil this time......"

"You, you, you- why aren't you with Lao Han, what are you running around?"

Lei Ming was really anxious now, he deliberately dragged Han Xiaolei behind, but he didn't expect that he was actually blocked, but Han Xiaolei actually sent Qiu Qianyu to help Lu Yuan, which was like a bolt from the blue for him - if Lu Yuan looked at the favor and equipment, Han Xiaolei would definitely get more than himself at that time!

As soon as he thought of this, he looked at Qiu Qianyu's eyes and turned green, and he couldn't wait to strangle this big man to death.

"Okay, Commander Lei and your Eighth Route Army have paid sacrifices and fists to save me, Lu Yuan will keep in mind, those equipment must be indispensable to you!"

Lu Yuan smiled, pointed to the puppet army on the opposite side, his eyes were suddenly cold, and he said coldly: "This time it is really nine deaths, I almost capsized in the gutter, my Sichuan Army Independent Regiment, as well as all your Eighth Route Army departments, have lost a lot of manpower, although they have wiped out five or six hundred devils, but I still feel that it is not enough......"

"These puppet soldiers are not easy to mess with, they are all a bunch of hard bones, not better than ordinary little devils!"

Lei Ming said stupidly: "Captain Lu, do you have any clever plan to break the enemy?"

"There is no clever plan, but there is a plan to kill them more!"

Lu Yuan sneered: "There are still more than 300 people in my reinforced battalion in the rear, and they are now moving behind this wave of puppet troops, and after half an hour, you will cooperate with us and launch an attack - remember, don't beat them to death with a stick......

Speaking of this, Lu Yuan's voice paused slightly, and he said with a trademark hideous look on his face: "This time so many soldiers who are willing to fight for the country have died, even killing them all is not enough!" ”

Lei Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he surrounded the point to send reinforcements, which was one of the most commonly used tactics of the Eighth Route Army, and he roared urgently: "Okay, just do as you say - but our brothers settle accounts, this time our regiment fought this battle for you, so all the captures after the war will be mine!" ”

Hearing this shameless request, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who heard this all lowered their heads and looked at their toes, feeling that the face of their regiment commander was no different from those black-hearted profiteers, and they were also the kind of black-hearted profiteers who were shameless.

It is natural that Lei Ming stalks his neck and looks at it, and the thickness of his face is estimated to be impenetrable by bullets.

"It's just a little capture, we Sichuan Legion don't care!" The road is far away.

"What do you mean, why do you look down on people?"

Lei Ming was reluctant again, squinting at Lu Yuan with an expression that he was treated as a flower and rewarded with two copper plates: "It's not a matter of whether you care or not, this is what we deserve!" ”

"Our regiment has also made great efforts to ......," Qiu Qianyu weakly wanted to fight for some benefits.

"Shut up, what are you talking to me?"

Lei Ming roared and sprayed the spit on Qiu Qianyu's chest, until Qiu Qianyu, who was not good at words, blushed and couldn't speak, then he said triumphantly: "I'm the head of the regiment, if you have anything to say, let Han Xiaolei come and tell me, there's no place for you to intervene here-it's not big or small, hum!" ”

Lu Yuan laughed dumbly at Lei Ming's style, and he also understood it.

He is very sure that if his Sichuan Army Independent Regiment is now underequipped by the Eighth Route Army, it will definitely seize any opportunity to improve the equipment level of his regiment, after all, the level of equipment ultimately determines the combat effectiveness of a regiment and determines that many people will be sacrificed in every battle.

Lei Ming, like him, is a regiment commander, no officer likes to see his soldiers die on the battlefield, as long as there is an opportunity for them to sacrifice a few less, then shameless, what does it matter?

More than half an hour later, the cow pimple trotted out of the darkness panting, smiling and making a triumphant gesture to the road.

"Captain Lei, it's almost time!" Lu Yuan said in a deep voice.

"Brothers, rush!"

Hearing this, Lei Ming waved his hand fiercely and roared wildly.

"Dog traitor, enough scolding, Lao Tzu will kill you......"

"Brothers, rush with me and kill all these dogs that our ancestors don't want......"

With an order, all the soldiers of the Eighth Route screamed and pounced out of the trenches, swooping towards the puppet army occupying the high ground, and the mountains and fields were full of shouts of killing.

"Captain, these guys finally can't help it, your plan has worked!"

A puppet army commander said excitedly, looking at the Eighth Route Army that swooped over the mountains, his eyes were full of cruel sneers.

"I knew these bastards would not be able to resist it!"

Peng Weiyi sneered, and ordered at the puppet soldiers around him: "Don't shoot, all the machine guns are hidden, put this group of Tu Ba Lu closer to me, today I want to let this group of Tu Ba Lu know, what will happen if I provoke my surname Peng!" ”

The Eighth Route Army rushed towards the position of the puppet army, like a group of red-eyed rabbits.

Peng Weiyi watched the approaching Eighth Route Army slowly raise his hand, and the machine gunners lying in seven or eight places stared at his hands, just waiting for his hand to wave, all the machine guns and rifles were going to rain down, and the grenades were also smashed into the opponent's head like hail.

"Hit!"

With a low roar, Wang Ma pole Xu Yun waved his hand fiercely, and more than a dozen or twenty grenadiers sent the remaining shells to the position of the puppet army......

Ahh......hhh

The sudden intensive bombardment, coupled with the strafing of machine-gun crossfire, blinded the puppet soldiers in an instant, and they wailed in the flying shrapnel and screamed in the firelight, and almost in an instant, fifty or sixty people died on the spot, and many more wounded were screaming and screaming.

"Hahaha, isn't it cool this time!"

"If you want to plot against us, there's no way to ......"

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army screamed proudly, and they also scrambled to hide, and began to shoot nearby, harvesting the lives of those chaotic puppet soldiers.

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