Isamu Terauchi let a few little devils escort him and escaped, but the remaining little devils were not so lucky.
After being blasted by landmines and swept away by intensive firepower, there were not many surviving Japs left. At this time, the Japs' bushido spirit was no longer useful.
"What kind of landmine is this? How powerful is it?" Digua was stunned by the power of the landmine.
"Didn't you hear what Platoon Leader Dong said? These are landmines made in Germany. They are serious foreign goods and are much stronger than those made in our border areas." Li Da explained skillfully.
"Look at the new second group, they are the main force, can Xie Gouzi compare? From now on, let's just wait for the popular ones and the spicy ones!"
When Li Daben saw that the little Japs were almost wiped out on the battlefield, he quickly called to a few people around him: "When we rush down in a while, pick up the foreigners quickly, do you hear me?"
The magnet was still aiming at the little Japs: "What a crappy gun this is. It was clearly aimed at the Japs, but it just burrowed into the ground."
"Shitou, if you see that crooked handle, rush down and get it first. It's much better than the broken gun in your hand." Li Da persuaded him skillfully.
"Yes, I'm still good at playing with machine guns!" Magnet said with a smile.
Zhou Weihan gave an order, and all the soldiers of the New Second Regiment rushed out of the trenches.
"Be quick with your hands and feet and hurry up. We'll be late and there won't be any hair left." Li Dajing said to a group of brothers.
The battlefield was full of broken finger remains. The guys under Li Daben had never seen such a scene before. They had enjoyed watching it in the trenches just now. When they saw this bloody scene, their feet suddenly became weak.
Li Da Ben was collecting guns and ammunition with Di Gua and Huo Heo when a little devil whose legs were blown off suddenly grabbed Di Gua and said, "Das give it to you!"
Digua was so frightened that he sat on the ground, picked up a stone from the ground and hit the little devil on the head.
"Okay, I'll crush you to death, look at your potential!" Li Dabo made no secret of his disdain for sweet potatoes.
"What was the little devil yelling about just now?"
"You don't understand this. The little devil said that you should beat him to death. Didn't you hear what he said? Beat him to death, which means beat me to death, and I will be happy!" Li Da, a man with great ability, doesn't care about him.
Whether you understand it or not, I can give you a few words. The key is that it makes a lot of sense.
"Wu Qin, as a rule, let the people under you see blood." Zhou Weihan ordered.
"Captain, this time we seized more than 100 38-guns, with a little less bullets, just over 3,000 rounds. Two crooked machine guns, with more than 1,000 rounds of bullets. There are also a few tortoise boxes." Jing Dagang reported.
"Okay, no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat!" This time, the little Japanese raided in disguise and did not carry heavy weapons, but he couldn't help but give points to Zhou Weihan.
"But we found a good thing. The little devil's telegraph operator was killed by a mine at that time. The radio station was not blown up, so we captured it." Jing Dagang added.
"Can you please stop breathing heavily when you speak? Please inform Wu Qin immediately and ask him to send a report to his superiors, saying that we are preparing to move northwest to avoid the enemy's sharp attack."
Wu Qin is also a graduate of Yan University and was a telegraph operator in the 29th Army.
When I was in the 22nd Regiment, the deputy chief of staff cherished talents and asked this kid to go to the headquarters to shine.
But this guy was stubborn and insisted on staying in the 22nd Regiment to fight the Japanese. He would rather be a guard company commander than go to the headquarters. For this, Zhou Weihan was criticized a lot.
The words were divided, and Isamu Teuchi took a few remaining Japs to escape towards the Liubao stronghold.
I was terrified along the way, for fear of encountering the armed forces of the Eighth Route Army and risking my life.
The commander of the Yamashita Division asked him to take the marching pot to the Liubao stronghold to assemble, but he insisted on chasing the main force of the Ninth Column. As a result, he lost his wife and lost his troops.
Fortunately, I brought back the marching pot requested by the division commander, which is also a great achievement.
From a distance, Yamashita came over with several officers. Temple Yong ignored the pain in his buttocks and hurriedly stepped forward, lowering his hands and saying:
"Division Commander"
This time, Yamashita looked at the marching pot and gave Terauchi a rare smile: "Terauchi-kun, thank you for your hard work, what about the marching pot?"
Isamu Terauchi still can't figure out why this guy Yamashita attaches so much importance to the Eighth Route Army.
Yamashita narrowed his eyes and searched around, and everyone looked expectantly.
After all, this is the only record achieved by the Imperial Army against the Eighth Route Army. Isamu Terauchi is really blessed by God, everyone thought with envy.
At this time, two little Japanese soldiers came over respectfully carrying a marching pot.
Temple Yong waved his hand, and the soldier carefully put down the marching pot and turned to leave.
The smile on Yamashita's face began to solidify. He stared at the military pot with his eyes, and the muscles on his face began to twist.
He lowered his head and stared at the military pot. Someone kicked it, leaving a shallow pit on it.
Isamu Terauchi did not know his situation at this time: "Division commander, this is the marching pot we captured. The identity has been confirmed correctly. It belongs to the Ninth Column of the Eighth Route Army."
The Japanese officers behind them had to hold back their laughter.
Yamashita walked towards the marching pot step by step, resisting the urge to kill, and said in a voice so eerie that it could freeze someone to death: "Isamu Terauchi, is this the marching pot you captured?"
"Hey, this is the marching pot you want, division commander. Our Imperial Japanese Army has made huge sacrifices for it." Isamu Terauchi puffed up his chest and said seriously.
Yamashita slowly turned his face, the muscles on his face were already twitching.
He finally broke out, kicked the marching pot, and cursed viciously: "Bagayalu, is this the marching pot you captured?"
"What's there to report from a marching pot?"
Terauchi Yong was puzzled: "But... you have repeatedly asked me to confirm it."
Yamashita rushed over angrily, slapped him in the face, and yelled: "I thought you caught a marching pot, did you really just give me a pot!"
Temple Yong was too frightened to speak, and kept lowering his head and confessing.
"Baga, you are a complete bastard!" Yamashita angrily punched Isamu Terauchi to the ground. "Because of your stupidity, we will become the laughing stock of the entire war zone! From now on, you will be demoted to lieutenant and get out."
Yamashita cursed and kicked Terauchi Isamu, who could only helplessly howl on the ground.
"You coward from Osaka, you don't deserve to be a member of the Imperial Japanese Army."
Yamashita calmed down and said to everyone: "All combat troops are dispatched to sweep the defense area! I don't want to see any living creatures within a radius of forty kilometers!"
The communications officer walked into the mountain temple and reported to the mountain: "The reconnaissance team discovered that there is a national army garrison in the defense area, and there is about a regiment of troops."
Hiroi quickly unfolded the combat map. Yamashita walked closer and looked at it for a while, then sneered: "You organize the raids as planned. I will personally deal with this unit."