Seeing that Li Yunlong's tail was about to be pulled up to the sky, Zhou Weihan secretly said that he didn't understand the rules. Zhou Weihan coughed lightly, and Li Yunlong, who was bragging along with the soldiers, smiled awkwardly.
Then he touched the general's sword in his hand like a treasure, and then handed it to Zhou Weihan with a reluctant face.
"Old Zhou, it's better for you to keep this general sword. It's appropriate for you to keep it!"
"Lao Li, do you really don't want me anymore? If you don't want me, I can keep it!" Zhou Weihan asked deliberately.
"Hey, I don't care about this thing. The little devil's command knife is the bottom of the box in our new group!" Li Yunlong wanted to grit his teeth at this time, but waved his hand.
The surrounding soldiers who were watching the excitement laughed loudly, and Li Yunlong immediately cursed: "Get out of here, if I see any missing bullets around here later, you will even halve the daily combat supplies!"
After being scolded by Li Yunlong, the soldiers gathered together dispersed instantly.
Zhou Weihan called the monk to come closer, and by the light of the torch, Zhou Weihan carefully touched Suzuki Sadji's general sword.
"Why, what's so good about this thing? Do you really think it's a treasure?" Li Yunlong looked like he couldn't eat the grapes because they were sour.
"Hey, you country bumpkin, you don't understand!" Zhou Weihan curled his lips and said immediately: "I have handed over no less than ten Zuoguan knives of the Dazuo level and two general knives from my hands!"
"The command swords of the Japanese army are divided into officers' swords and non-commissioned officers' swords. There is generally no obvious difference in the swords used by officers of different ranks. In other words, the sword used by a Japanese second lieutenant and the sword used by Neji Okamura may be the same.
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Before Zhou Weihan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Li Yunlong: "Old Zhou, you are such a fool. A little Japanese squad leader may be the same as the command sword of the commander of the North China Expeditionary Force, Okamura Neiji? It's Suzuki Teiji.
Isn’t this one different from those of ordinary Japanese officers?”
"Why are you so anxious? Isn't this already finished? There may be no difference between the command swords, but there are strict distinctions in the threads of the swords. The threads of the swords of the Japanese general Zuo Lieutenant and the non-commissioned officers are different, and the tassels of the general's sword are
It’s gold, Zuoguan’s sword is red, Weiguan’s sword is brown!”
"The Little Devils are a nation that pays great attention to inheritance and honor. Most of the command knives used by some nobles and members of the royal family are inherited from their ancestors!"
"The general's sword owned by Tian Daoshengwu, the commander of the 35th Division, has a gold-plated handle. This sword was later given by the headquarters to the guard commander of the first theater to thank the guard commander for the gift of ammunition and supplies!"
"Suzuki Teiji's sword is the same as Tadō Moritake's, but Fushimi Miya Akiyoshi's command sword is very strange. Although it is a sakan sword, its specifications are not low!"
"The ivory white handle has a golden chrysanthemum mark on the end of the blade!"
When Li Yunlong heard this, his eyes suddenly became hot. Usually, what the commanders of the Eighth Route Army would say when they met would always be about fighting.
The Japs are not easy to fight. It is not easy to seize the weapons and equipment from the Japs. It is even harder to seize the command knife.
"When are you going to make me swollen?"
"Easy to say, easy to say!"
Although the fighting near Beigaodi has ended, compared with the entire Hebei, Shandong and Henan region, local fighting is still continuing, especially in the western Hebei, Shandong and Henan regions, where fighting is continuous.
According to the reports reported by each regiment, on the highway from Anyang to Neihuang, the first regiment was rushing to Neihuang. More than a thousand Japanese troops who had gathered again from Qixian, Tangyin, Anyang and other places together with more than 2,000 puppet troops were rushing to Neihuang.
The leading troops have already engaged the enemy.
The Wuqin Third Regiment located in the Liangpu area has been fighting fiercely with the enemies of Puyang and Kaifeng for four hours so far.
The most tragic battle was that of Wang Yigong's 4th Regiment located north of Junxian and Huaxian counties. The 4th Regiment and 1st Battalion, which were left to contain the invading enemy, suffered heavy casualties in the face of the Japanese tank squadron.
Northeast of Huaxian County, near Dongningji.
"Retreat, retreat quickly!" Zhou Yingcheng, commander of the 1st Battalion of the 4th Regiment who replaced Zhang Hao, loudly greeted the soldiers of the 1st Battalion to retreat.
After the First Battalion received the mission from the regiment headquarters to delay the Japanese army, in order to buy time for the main force, Zhou Yingcheng led the team to deal with the Japanese army.
After it got dark, more than sixty wounded soldiers from the first battalion took the initiative to stay in the rear, and the remaining soldiers from the first battalion were able to leave the battlefield and go to join the main force of the fourth regiment.
After the Japanese army achieved their first victory on this road, they were so arrogant that the tank squadron accompanying them actually carried some infantry on the vehicle and broke away from the main force to continue the pursuit.
The roar of the chariot engine sounded, and then several car lights illuminated the path forward, and the figures of a battalion of soldiers were suddenly revealed.
The kid on the tank laughed wildly when he saw this, and then the truck-mounted machine gun opened fire on the battalion of soldiers in front.
Under the fierce firepower, soldiers from a battalion continued to fall, and soldiers from a platoon at the rear of the march decisively stayed behind.
As the resistance at the front gradually thinned out, until the gunfire stopped, a dozen Japanese soldiers stepped forward with flashlights to inspect the situation.
When a young Japanese sergeant saw the miserable condition of the Eighth Route Army soldiers in front of him, he raised a smile and reached out to open the body of a battalion soldier who had been shot several times.
The soldier's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and the hatred in his eyes made the kid in front of him tremble. It seemed that he would fight the kid to the end in his next life.
"I will serve my country with my three-foot body, little devil, come on!" Miao Guolu, the clerk of the 1st Battalion and 3rd Company of the 4th Regiment, shouted, and then resolutely fired the explosive pack in his arms.
A huge explosion was heard, and a huge fire rose in the dark sky. A dozen little Japs who stepped forward to investigate the battle were wiped out in the explosion, along with the corpses of dozens of soldiers from the first battalion on the ground.
Miao Guolu, a native of Wuyi, Tainan, came from a well-off family and received education since childhood. He joined the army in Wuyi in July 1940, and then entered the Tainan Cadre School. After graduation, he was assigned to the 3rd Company of the 4th Regiment, 1st Battalion as a clerk.
In March 1942, he died in the blocking battle in Hua County, Hebei, Shandong and Henan. He joined the army less than a year ago at the age of 17.
The Japanese commander standing next to a Type 95 tank in the rear looked at the tragic and tragic scene in front of him and put away the arrogant smile on his face.
At this moment, even the little Japanese who was inhumane witnessed the Eighth Route Army soldiers fighting against steel chariots with their flesh and blood along the way. The little Japanese was impressed by the bravery and fearlessness shown by the Eighth Route Army soldiers. At this time, the Japanese commander could not help but
Lowered his proud head.
Zhou Yingcheng, who was marching rapidly with his troops in the front, heard the explosion in the rear and immediately understood that the soldiers who were left behind had no chance of surviving.
He shouted to the troops and ran forward without looking back, but his hands were drilled to death, and his fingernails had already dug into his flesh.