"Like militiamen or bandits, they held back the Japanese cavalry."

"Map!" Wang Liang asked Xu Chengye to spread out the map and followed what Yao Zi said to find the approximate location where the battle took place.

When the host Zhang Dabiao saw the name of the circled place, he immediately made a judgment:

"Deputy Chief of Staff, there should be an armed group of bandits active in this area of ​​Fenghuang Valley."

"As far as I know, there are about one to two hundred bandits in this place, and their leader seems to be an officer of the Northeast Army."

"This team is very principled and never robs the common people. It specializes in fighting Japanese and traitors."

"Earlier, Kong Jie, the leader of the independent group, sent people to communicate with him and wanted to incorporate him into the group, but it seems that the negotiation was not successful."

"Yeah." Wang Liang nodded, wondering what the background of this group of bandits was?

Xie Baoqing?

No, isn't he from Heiyun Village?

Besides, can Xie Baoqing, who looks so cowardly, be an officer of the Northeast Army?

Seeing that Wang Liang was reluctant to express his opinion, Zhang Dabiao asked tentatively:

"Deputy Chief of Staff, what are our next steps?"

Direction of Fenghuang Valley.

The Japanese cavalry who received the emergency news from Donghuizhen Railway Station originally wanted to rush over as quickly as possible to provide support.

But he was shot in the dark on the way, and the enemy's marksmanship was surprisingly accurate.

In a short time, five soldiers were shot and fell from their horses.

This made the cavalry squadron leader very angry and wanted to split the team into two.

Some stayed behind to attack the ambushers, while the other went to the train station to support them.

However, the team that did not want to move forward again stepped on mines and traps, killing and injuring another seven or eight people.

When he learned that the people who ambushed him were actually bandits, the cavalry squadron leader was completely enraged.

With a draw of his saber, he ordered everyone to charge, vowing to level the Phoenix Valley.

The minion hurried over: "Master, the Japanese cavalry is too fierce, our first position has been captured!"

"None of the brothers were able to retreat. They were all overtaken and hacked to death."

The person who is called the big boss looks not too old, less than thirty years old.

But judging from the weather-beaten face covered with scars, he must have crawled out of the dead.

"Why are you panicking?! Are you scared to death?!" He also knew that he had stung a hornet's nest today. He thought that there were not many Japanese cavalrymen.

Unexpectedly, the twenty or so people in front were just the vanguard, followed by one or two hundred people.

"I'm not afraid of you, the boss. Anyway, we have killed four Japs in total, so we are already good enough."

"We have lost our family, why are we afraid of death? Let's fight with the little Japanese! Let the little Japanese see the bloody nature of our northeastern men, there are no cowards!"

"Little devil, you are really embarrassed. If you don't take care of yourself, you really don't know what kind of bastard you are. Get out of here, grandpa!"

Most of the brothers under the boss are his old subordinates who were brought out from the Northeast Army and are pure Northeastern people.

For them, their home is gone, and although their bodies are still alive, their hearts are already dead.

People who have survived a narrow escape are more open-minded and less afraid of death.

The leader, who has experienced many battles, also knows that he cannot escape today, and is very pleased with the performance of his brothers:

"Okay! Then let's kill ourselves today! Even if we die, we will bite the devil hard!"

"Tell the little devil that the bloody men from the Northeast are still here!"

"Although we can't see it anymore, we must use our blood to inspire future generations!"

"One day, the three northeastern provinces will come back, and the little Japanese devils will get out of China sooner or later!"

"Kill! Fight!"

After the passionate men fired all their bullets, they picked up their weapons and faced the oncoming Japanese cavalry.

Even though he knew he was outmatched, he didn't have the slightest fear.

The cavalry squadron leader sneered upon seeing this:

"The mantis is using its arms as a chariot, kill them all! Leave no one behind!"

"Enjoy the hunt, my warriors!"

Cavalry has this unique advantage over infantry. It is foreseeable that this will be a one-sided battle.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

Boom boom boom——

Boom boom boom——

Boom boom boom——

I saw dense shells falling from the sky.

It fell into the charging cavalry camp.

Then there was a loud bang, followed by a violent explosion and a blaze of flames.

The ground was shaking like an earthquake.

This was just the beginning. After adjusting the shooting of Zhu Yuan, Sun Shulin, Liu Cheng and Xu Chengye directed the soldiers to start extending the artillery fire.

The Japanese cavalry were lucky, they were blown to pieces before they even had time to engage in close combat.

Wang Liang also brought a group of soldiers who could ride horses to mount the newly captured Japanese horses, and launched the attack carrying the captured HK416 rifles.

Li Daben also drove a truck and pulled up light and heavy machine guns to build a position and implement fire suppression.

The remaining soldiers, led by Zhang Dabiao, rushed on foot and arrived at the battlefield in the time it took to speak.

"The one in charge is the Eighth Route Army!"

"The Eighth Route Army is here to support us!"

The bandits were very excited when they figured out the situation. They were joking, wouldn't it be nice to live well?

The feeling of surviving a disaster is the most satisfying.

Living means being able to continue to fight the Japanese, and only living can see the day when our homeland is recovered.

The boss was also very happy, but at the same time he was very confused. When did the Eighth Route Army become so generous?

There are so many cannons!

But I couldn’t care about that much at this time, the boss yelled:

"Brothers, the Eighth Route Army has come to support us. We brothers in Fenghuanggou can't lose face in front of others! Kill me!"

As soon as the shelling stopped, and before I had time to take a breath, the machine guns started firing again.

The previous cavalry squadron leader could no longer be found, leaving only his mount grazing with its head down.

The Japanese cavalry, who had lost their backbone, had no intention of fighting, so they quickly fled the battlefield with their horses and whips raised.

"Wang Liang, deputy chief of staff of the New Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army and captain of the Langya Brigade of the 386th Brigade."

After Wang Liang announced his home, Zhu Chuanwu came out and saluted:

"Hello, sir! I am Zhu Chuanwu, the former captain, guard staff and company commander of the 109th Brigade of the 29th Army. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness! I will repay you in the future!"

When Wang Liang saw the big boss of Fenghuanggou, he thought the boy looked familiar.

After he finished introducing himself, Wang Liang suddenly became enlightened.

What a fucking joke, it turned out to be Zhu Chuanwu from Breaking into the Guandong.

"Twenty-ninth Army? 109th Brigade, Commander Zhao's subordinates?"

Zhu Chuanwu nodded: "Yes, sir, do you know my teacher?"

Wang Liang said affirmatively: "Of course, how can we not remember the first division commander who died for the country in the Anti-Japanese War? He was great!"

He also commented from the bottom of his heart: "Fighting to the last drop of blood, he gloriously fulfilled his bounden duty of protecting the country and the people, and is a model for our country's soldiers."

Zhu Chuanwu was very moved when he heard Wang Liang's evaluation of his old officer.

After chatting for a while, Wang Liang learned that after the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, Zhu Chuanwu, who felt that the battle was aggrieved, left the team with his brothers, wandered all the way, and finally died in Fenghuang Valley.

On weekdays, he does nothing but make a living by ambushing Japanese and traitors and seizing supplies.

Wang Liang could see that most of Zhu Chuanwu's men were natives of the Northeast, with strong bodies and a chilling air about them.

At first glance, he looks like a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles and is brave and good at fighting.

"Chuanwu, I hear your accent sounds a bit like Qilu Dadi?" Wang Liang asked.

"Sir, you have a good ear. Our family came from Guandong, and our hometown is in Zhangqiu, Shandong Province."
To be continued...