(Recommended reading: The sun has finally risen above the horizon, the fresh air is moist and damp, and the smell of blood is particularly smoky.

Zhou Biao Peng Weiyi finally rushed out of the canyon with the puppet army, looking at the tired corpses behind, looking at the less than five hundred people left around him, one by one they wanted to cry without tears - even, they couldn't see the figure of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment ambushing them, only those muzzles with tongues of fire spitting, those whistling bullets and flying flesh and blood left in their memories.

"Those guys, finally didn't chase after them......"

Looking at the figures behind them wrapped in a thin mist, one by one they wanted to cry without tears, this night, for each of them, it was like walking in hell.

"Let's go, go back to Laiyuan and talk about it, this revenge, sooner or later, I will have to find them to avenge it!"

Zhou Biao said tiredly, the whole person felt that his backbone had been sucked away, as if something had left his body, that road was far away, the independent regiment of the Sichuan Army, I don't know when in his heart, it actually became extremely tall, and the tall one seemed to cover the sky and the sun, almost invincible.

Peng Weiyi looked at the fog behind him, looked at the shadowy figures in the fog and the unbridled laughter from time to time, hated it and gritted his steel teeth, and looked back at the back of Zhou Biao who was staggering forward, at this moment he felt that the back seemed so desolate, and there was a sting in his heart.

Thinking that Zhou Biao would suffer such a heavy loss and blow in order to save himself, he secretly swore in his heart that he must find an opportunity to repay him, as long as he can repay him, even if he wants his own life, he is willing.

"Be careful, there are still a lot of mines on the ground, don't blame us if you step on it......"

"What kind of broken gun is this? These two devils are holding the thighs of the little devil daddy, but they just give them these things? It's really a blind face......"

"You bunch of dirt roads, don't you want these guns if you don't think they're good, let's take them back and equip our militia in Trojan Horse County - it's anyone, the good guns that have just been used for a few days have actually started to pick fat and thin!"

The soldiers of the Eighth Route complained about the poor equipment of these puppet troops while cleaning up the capture, and the soldiers of the reinforced battalion were dismantling the mines that were not triggered, and at the same time despised the complaining Eighth Route soldiers, just like despising those beggars who had forgotten their identity as Hanako after just eating two days of free noodles.

"I have two, you have one, I have two, you have one......"

On the one hand, Han Xiaolei triumphantly distributed the captured guns with Lei Ming, looking at the guns in front of Han Xiaolei piling up and the few guns in front of him, Lei Ming's eyes were as green as a wolf, staring at Liu Minghui as if he was ready to pounce and break his neck at any time.

Liu Minghui rubbed his hands and shrunk his neck to hide behind the crowd, and then found that the soldiers in the regiment also looked at him with the eyes of traitors, and his heart was bitter, and he said that this person just can't do anything wrong, and he betrayed the regiment commander for the sake of face.

Thinking of this, he began to wonder if his original decision was right or wrong.

"Commander, it's almost cleaned up!"

Xu Yun trotted over and said, carrying a string of things like gourd-like military boots and armed belts, which were all taken from the corpses of the puppet army, and the guns and ammunition were all returned to the Eighth Route Army, and these things were naturally embarrassed to be blocked by the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment if they wanted to take the Eighth Route Army.

The military boots of the little devil are a good thing, they are made of good cowhide and horse skin, not only the quality is good enough, but also simple waterproof, moisture-proof and warm, although sometimes it seems a little bulky, but the protection of the feet, absolutely first-class.

It's May, whether it's the soldiers of the Eighth Road or the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment, or even the people in Trojan County, they are straw sandals when they go out, and those who are particular about it wear cloth shoes, that is, mille-feuille soles.

Cloth shoes and straw sandals are not only not firm, but also a big trouble when they encounter water, if you march outside in winter, frostbite and the like will greatly affect the movement of the soldiers, thus affecting the combat effectiveness of the troops, having a good pair of boots, the effect on the troops is sometimes not much smaller than a good gun.

So the little devil's military boots are still very popular both among the people and in the army, after all, there are relatively few livestock in this era, most of them are still used to plow the fields, and how many people are willing to use leather to make shoes?

"If you bring back the armament, you will give it to the soldiers, and so will the boots, give priority to the combat troops, and give it to the militia if you have it, forget it if you don't!"

For all weapons and equipment, Lu Yuan adheres to the last practice of giving priority to the militia and the common people in the regiment, which is also a helpless and understandable thing.

"I'll go and tell Lei Ming Han Xiaolei and them, and then everyone will withdraw first, it's been hard for everyone for two months, go back and rest well!"

Before leaving, Lu Yuan said hello to Lei Ming and Han Xiaolei, after all, the other party came to save himself and suffered a lot of casualties, although the other party also had a lot of seizures because of this, but if he didn't even say hello when he left, it would be a little too much.

"Captain Lu......"

"Hello Captain Lu, Captain Lu has worked hard!"

Whenever the road passed by, no matter what the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were busy with, they all stood up and saluted and greeted, their eyes full of admiration.

For the results of this battle, both the Eighth Route Army and the Independent Regiment of the Sichuan Army were extremely satisfied, and used more than 20 Eighth Route Army to lurk in the enemy army to create chaos, and then the Eighth Route Army took the opportunity to cover up and kill, and Lu Yuan planted mines on the road behind the enemy, forcing the puppet army to approach both sides of the valley and then concentrate firepower to shoot......

In the end, the nearly 1,000 puppet troops killed, the Eighth Route Army and the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment suffered almost no losses, and such a result is absolutely brilliant.

To Lu Yuan, those Eighth Route Army now have extremely admiring eyes when they see his figure, you must know that they exchanged fire with these puppet armies before, but they had no way to deal with each other for a day and a night, as soon as Lu Yuan made a move, those strong puppet armies suddenly became waste, and they were defeated like chopping melons and vegetables, such a shock, for these Eighth Route Army soldiers, it was impossible to express in words.

"Thank you for your hard work......"

Lu Yuan responded with a smile, not patting those soldiers on the shoulders, or greeting the wounded, whenever this time, those soldiers were excited with red faces and choked up, as if they had received the greatest courtesy in their lives.

"Captain Lu!"

Seeing Lu Yuan coming, Liu Minghui, Qiu Qianyu and others also saluted respectfully, Han Xiaolei also got up and shook hands with a smile and said something to contact feelings, only Lei Ming, who had a blue nose and swollen face, held his arms and stared at Lu Yuan's nostrils with a pair of bull's eyes, as if Lu Yuan owed him a few dollars and didn't pay it back.

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