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Chapter 1436: Elite Forces
"Prince, come and take a look, is this the radio station?"

In the dark night filled with smoke and corpses, Snake Butt excitedly greeted Wang Yan.

Hearing the sound, Wang Yan, who was sitting there eating canned Japanese pork, walked over while eating.

There were several telephones inside the military tent, and there was even a radio.

Wang Yan stepped forward to take a look. It was a high-power tactical radio with a transmission distance of more than ten kilometers, used to communicate with the superior squadron.

After turning on the radio and flipping through the code book, Wang Yan put on headphones and listened silently.

"Snake Butt, go and tell the brothers to pack up quickly. Send another team to tell Long Wenjian and the others to pack up and retreat. Meet over there at Fanla. Go quickly!"

Snake Butt's eyes widened. He didn't expect that Wang Yan could tinker with such an advanced thing as a radio. But he didn't waste any words. He turned around and ran out, and sent a team of people to inform Long Wenjian.

Wang Yan listened to the radio for a while before turning it off. He then asked someone to take away the radio and code book. As for the phone, he did not touch it. It would be useless if he took it. They were all wired phones, and they required a switch. The main equipment was at the squadron level, so it would be useless if he took the phone.

The radio is very useful. It can intercept the Japanese army's information. At the very least, it can be used for early warning. As long as you turn on the radio and hear regular radio signals, it means that there are large Japanese troops nearby, so you should run away quickly.

In particular, there are spare batteries and radio parts here, which can help him use it for a long time. After such a period of time, he must have got a new radio with new batteries and parts.

He is quite experienced in using war to support war.

The battlefield was cleaned up quickly, and the soldiers who had not had enough rest did not feel tired at all, because they had killed almost half of the battalion. Although more than 20 of their own men died, they still had the upper hand in the end.

The dead...are blessed...

They left with their bags fully loaded on their shoulders, but they still gave up a lot.

In the late night, they finally arrived at the eastern position. Wang Yan ordered the brothers who followed him to the battle to have a good rest.

Fanla, Sila, the veterinarian, Ayi and others gathered around him.

"What's going on? Prince, are we not going to defend it anymore?" Fanla asked curiously.

Wang Yan lay in the trench, arms folded, eyes closed: "We are really in trouble this time. We killed a big shot of the Japanese and killed a battalion of their soldiers. The Japanese are furious and want to kill us. What are we waiting for if we don't run away now? A hundred people died today. How many brothers can die like this?"

"The main reason is that there are too many new recruits here. You personally led the team to attack the enemy camp at night, but only about twenty of your brothers died. But eighty died defending the position during the day. They were all the same little devils. The difference is too big."

Ah Yi asked, "Prince, what should we do next?"

"We must be heading north. The main army has been defeated. Why are we still holding on here? A lot of brothers have died in the past two days. I think everyone is not optimistic about the upcoming battles and is eager to go home."

Wang Yan waved his hand and said, "Stop it, I'll cook in an hour and we'll leave after we finish eating. We have to run quickly, otherwise we will be surrounded. We can talk about it tomorrow if there is anything else."

So Fanla and the others left and stopped disturbing Wang Yan's rest, and ran away to mutter to themselves.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye. The soldiers got up in the dark to pack their equipment, ate the foreigners' bread and canned food, went to the toilet, and left quietly and quickly.

"One hundred brothers in exchange for so much equipment, I don't know whether we made a profit or a loss."

The team walked quietly through the jungle. Looking at the brothers carrying various equipment on their shoulders and in their hands, Fanla suddenly said this.

"Is there any need to ask? We must have made a profit. We are rich now. Even though Yu Xiaoqing is so awesome, the equipment under his command is not as good as ours." Milong laughed.

"Brother, you just don't realize it." Wang Yan slapped him on the back of the head, "You still make a profit? We lost a lot! When we first came, we didn't even have a gun. How did we get here? We relied on our brothers to kill the Japanese, bit by bit. Without people, what's the use of more and better equipment? One person with one gun can only fire one bullet, but two people with two guns can fire two bullets.

Are our brothers' lives less valuable than these scraps? As long as people are alive, weapons and ammunition can be obtained sooner or later. The casualties this time are too great. The Japanese killed more than 80 people in the positional battle? If this continues, we will die before we return. In the future, we should be more thoughtful when fighting. No matter what time it is, people are the first priority.

Of course, I am not encouraging you to be traitors, nor am I asking you to be deserters. We want to kill more devils on the basis of ensuring our own survival. We don't have the ability to fight a tough battle at the moment, so don't fight hard. If you can't win, just run away."

As Wang Yan walked, he conveyed his battle ideas to the people around him. There were indeed many times when they had to fight even though they couldn't win, but obviously, this was not the case for their abandoned troops.

Just like what he said to the foreign devil William, their current mission is to survive and kill more devils on this basis...

Not only that, he also constantly changed positions in the team and talked to the soldiers back and forth to ensure that the message reached everyone. It was also in this process that he gained more trust and made these soldiers loyal to him.

Ideological work must never be relaxed. This is of course not only for his own consideration, but also necessary to maintain the combat effectiveness of the team and to allow more people to survive.

It is a terrible thing to not know why you are fighting. Without a goal, there is no motivation. Without ideas, there is no spirit. In this way, there is no fighting power...

Wang Yan was not just talking, he was actually using one victory after another to tell these soldiers how to fight.

Their return to the city was certainly not smooth, but they were fortunately behind enemy lines, and the Japanese army was not well prepared against them before they were exposed.

It was also because of this that Wang Yan led them to fight several ambushes, ambushing some Japanese troops that were mobilized. After several battles, thousands of people were killed.

This also exposed their position, and the Japanese began to chase and intercept them. Wang Yan led the guerrillas, and every time they were about to be surrounded, they jumped out of the encirclement and found the weak points of the Japanese army to attack again.

He was surrounded the day before, but the next day he would appear in a place more than ten kilometers away, kill dozens or hundreds of people, and then disappear. When he appeared again, he would go in the opposite direction and kill dozens or hundreds of people. He would lure the tiger away from the mountain, surround a point and attack the reinforcements. When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we harass.

Since the retreat, Wang Yan has been able to gain something every day, sometimes dozens of people, sometimes hundreds of people. He always uses a small number to defeat a large number, always taking the enemy by surprise. The casualties inflicted on the Japanese army are also increasing. According to Ayi's incomplete statistics, since entering Burma, they have caused more than 3,000 casualties to the Japanese army, which is the strength of a regiment, and this number is not the end.

It was also because the harm they caused was getting bigger and bigger every day, and after a little bit accumulated, it was enough to write off an entire regiment. With new and old hatreds, the Japanese army hated and feared their ghost-like troops. Sufficient attention naturally brought sufficient pressure.

So Wang Yan led his team to flee. It was not that he did not suffer any casualties. By the time they completely escaped the encirclement, their team had less than 420 people left, a loss of more than one-third. But the casualties caused by these people were much greater than the previous positional battle. And not all of them died. Some people were injured in their limbs. They were still alive, but they were unable to fight again.

At this point, Wang Yan had no choice but to run away. He had to take care of the wounded, carry all kinds of spoils, weapons, ammunition, food and medicine, and the average load per person was already very high.

That's why Wang Yan avoided fighting and retreated northwards to avoid the Japanese...

In the jungle, a gunshot broke the silence, followed by more concentrated gunshots. After a few minutes, it became quiet again.

"Pooh!"

Milong spat on the dead Japanese soldier, "These Japanese soldiers just like this. They even ran to squat on the tree fork. I told you, it's no use. You're still staring, right? Fuck you, brother. Come on, give me your lieutenant's sword and I'll chop off his head."

Wang Yan shook his head in amusement, but did not refuse. He untied the Japanese sword at his waist and handed it to Milong.

After taking the knife, Milong drew it out of its sheath with a clang, and then imitated the Japanese with the knife, and then suddenly shouted loudly, and swung the knife to chop the Japanese on the nose...

This made Milong embarrassed, and his brothers all laughed at him, which made Milong angry and he swung his sword repeatedly. Finally, he chopped off the head of the Japanese man who was already in a state of disfigurement.

This scene was of course very cruel and bloody, but none of the soldiers watching cared, and they just laughed and ignored it. They were used to killing the devils, and they had experienced all kinds of killing methods.

This is a group of killing gods who have gone crazy with fighting, and they are also a group of powerful warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles and won every battle. Since following Wang Yan, their continuous victories have made them full of confidence.

Just as they were cleaning up the battlefield, the scouts who had been sent out ran over.

"Lord, there is a group of defeated soldiers coming over. They look like they have more than 200 people."

"Got it. Go ahead and be careful."

"What are the Japs?" The scout laughed, turned around and disappeared into the jungle.

Wang Yan smiled and waved his hands: "Stop, stop! Don't touch the corpse yet. Wait until they come over."

"Do you want to expand your team, old man?" Fanla asked with a smile.

"Isn't it obvious? Our team has grown stronger, and we have more time to deal a few more severe blows to the Japanese. We have already killed a regiment, and if we kill a few more, it will be a division. Who has ever achieved such a record? No one! It must be our prince. Prince, you are smoking."

Long Wenjian acted like a lackey and lit a cigarette for Wang Yan.

Wang Yan smiled and said, "A division with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people is not that easy to defeat. We still have a large army to hold us back. Although the Japanese hate us to death, they cannot attack us with overwhelming force. Otherwise, if tens of thousands of people surrounded us, we would be unable to escape. Don't hold unrealistic fantasies, brothers, just take advantage of us."

Bu La said with a smile: "Anyway, we brothers have made enough money. Each of us killed at least two Japanese. We made a lot of money. Turtle bastard, you have to follow the prince to fight. Brothers have fought for seven or eight years, and no one has won so many battles!"

This statement was very popular, and even Fanla, who had always been bitter and resentful, burst out laughing.

The one who has changed the most is Fanla. With each victory, Fanla has become a new person and is full of energy...

Just as everyone was talking and laughing, there was a burst of dense footsteps and the sound of weapons and equipment colliding. The two hundred people reported by the scouts walked over quickly.

They also heard the laughter of the crowd and walked over carefully with their weapons.

I saw people rustling around and searching the corpse.

"Brothers, don't be nervous, we are all on the same side. Look, we have killed a bunch of Japanese soldiers who were preparing to launch a surprise attack. Which unit are you from?"

Wang Yan walked down the hillside with a smile and moved closer. Behind him, more than 400 men, almost all of whom were injured and had strong temperaments, also emerged from the jungle.

"Ouch!"

Seeing such a scene, the two hundred people were really shocked. The more serious the wounds, the more fierce the fight. Look at the weapons and equipment, all of them are made in foreign countries, ace!
"Sir, we are from the 93rd Division. You are..."

"Hey, what commander?" Wang Yan took out a Japanese cigarette and passed it around to the man and the people around him. "I'm just a second lieutenant platoon leader."

"Then they..."

"I don't know where the commander is. The brothers trusted me and let me lead." Seeing their doubts, Wang Yan smiled and told them about his hardships along the way. "So you asked me which unit I was from. I don't know. I just know that I was from the Sichuan Army. Now I am the acting commander."

"Did you really kill an entire regiment?"

"Am I kidding you? It's not funny at all. Do you see those Japs on the slope? They were crouching on the trees and hiding in the grass. There should be a few more squads nearby heading this way. If we weren't so fierce and hadn't discovered this group of Japs, half of you would be dead by now. They set up a light machine gun up there! Two boxes of bullets!"

Wang Yan waved his hand and stopped him from speaking. "As far as I know, there is a group of about 500 pursuers behind us. We have too many wounded and are too tired to ambush. I don't know where your commander is dead. Come with us! Let's ambush and kill the pursuers! Don't doubt it, if I didn't have the ability, I wouldn't be alive until now. I will go with you! That's it."

Wang Yan left no room for doubt and did not give these indecisive defeated soldiers any choice.

He waved his hand and said, "Come on, brothers, share our equipment with the new brothers, so that we can also reduce some of the weight. Two hundred people will stay behind to deal with the surrounding Japanese soldiers and look after the wounded and supplies. We will go back and ambush them."

"it is good!"

Wang Yan's brothers laughed and went down the mountain one after another, and began to compete for the chance to go to fight with Wang Yan.

The fleeing soldiers were dumbfounded. Are they so brave?

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