Bright sword: the rise from the escrow quilt factory

Chapter 147 The military song is loud and clear
Li Yunlong nodded slightly in agreement, in fact Li Yunlong would have demolished this place without Zhao Gang asking.

The defense of the clothing factory is different from that of other devil strongholds. If the devils find this empty clothing factory, they will definitely occupy it.

"You take the people to retreat first! Just leave the rest to me!" Li Yunlong said in a deep voice.

"Okay!" Zhao Gang replied with a face full of heartache, and took another deep look at the quilt factory: "I really can't bear to dismantle it!"

"Whenever you are, you are still sad!" Li Yunlong comforted: "If you lose your land, you will lose your land. If you lose your land, you will lose your land!"

Zhao Gang bowed his head to comprehend these words for a while, and then his eyes lit up, and he nodded heavily: "You are right! People are gone, why do we need these lands!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Gang ran to the ranks of people on the side of the road without looking back, and began to direct the people to evacuate.

Li Yunlong is not in a hurry, anyway, he has the system in his body now, and he has already experimented when expanding the bedding factory.

Through the system's building blocks, he can demolish the building at any time.

Under Zhao Gang's command, the guard group began to march towards the Taihang Mountains in an orderly manner.

After the civilians and soldiers in the clothing factory were some distance away from the clothing factory, Li Yunlong turned on the system and dismantled the clothing factory.

The ground where the quilt factory stood originally became empty in an instant, and there was no trace of the quilt factory anymore.

Seeing the disappearance of a huge base of his own, Li Yunlong's claim that he didn't feel distressed was actually a lie. After all, the clothing factory was Li Yunlong's painstaking effort, which cost him a lot of reputation points, and it turned out to be nothing.

But in order to deal with the raids by the devils, demolishing the quilt factory is really a helpless move. Li Yunlong can only comfort himself in his heart, the old ones will not go, and the new ones will not come.

He will build a better base in the future.

motherfucker.

Don't think that I can't do anything if I push Lao Tzu into the mountains. I really pushed Lao Tzu into a hurry. I will directly transform the entire Taihang Mountains into a base!
Looking at the empty ground, Li Yunlong swore secretly in his heart, and then turned around to catch up with the evacuating team.

……

A certain position of the Eighth Route Army.

"Battalion Commander! Take the people and go first! Let's gather in the Taihang Mountains!" The Eighth Route Army platoon leader roared.

"..." The battalion commander of a certain battalion of the Eighth Route Army looked at his company commander with tears in his eyes.

The battalion commander knew very well that this farewell was a farewell forever, and there was no possibility that they would meet again. The company commander said this just to comfort him.

But the battalion commander nodded heavily, and said in a deep voice, "Okay! Let's have a drink together when we get to Taihang Mountain!"

He forcibly held back the tears that were about to flow, and did not let the tears stay.

on parting.

The battalion commander saluted deeply to the company commander in front of him, didn't say any provocative words, and left here without looking back.

It's not that he's cold-blooded, but that he doesn't dare to look back at his brother's sacrifice, which he has benefited from day and night.

In order not to let his brother sacrifice in vain, he can only lead the people to evacuate towards the Taihang Mountains as soon as possible. Only in this way can he be worthy of his brother's sacrifice.

"Brothers! The devils are coming soon, are you afraid!" Seeing the battalion commander leave, the company commander turned to look at the remaining three or four soldiers around him.

Although they looked disheveled and dirty, they still couldn't hide their immature faces.

The age of these soldiers is only 19 years old at most, but they are willing to sacrifice themselves here in order to let their brothers and the people retreat.

The soldiers squatted in the trenches with the platoon leader as the center.

The platoon leader took out the last box of grenades under his feet, hugged the remaining soldiers and said, "Come on, get closer. When the devils come, I will pull the strings. Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!" the soldiers shouted in unison.

"Okay! Sure enough, he is my good soldier!" The platoon leader said with satisfaction: "I will lead you to sing a song, just sing our military song!"

Outside the trenches.

The Japanese army team launched an attack again. When they stepped into the position again, they suddenly heard a burst of loud singing in their ears.

"The iron flow is [-] miles straight in one firm direction."

"Ten years of hard work, tempered into an invincible force."

"Once the frontier is captured by force, we will go to the battlefield with a generous and tragic song."

……

The loud and clear singing echoed over the battlefield, resounding in everyone's ears.

"Nani?" The Japanese squad leader was a little puzzled: "What song is this?"

"Captain, listen to this voice, it seems to be the military song of the Eighth Route Army!" one of the ghosts replied with a pause.

"Military song?" The team leader looked disdainful: "It seems that they are at the end of their battle, and they need military songs to enhance their courage!
I think next, we only need to fire two more shots, and they will surrender hastily! "

There was a burst of laughter from the Japanese army team.

"Let's go!" The Japanese squad leader pulled out his command knife: "Let's go and see these warriors! See how they beg us for mercy!"

Led by the leader of the Japanese army squad, they walked in the direction of the singing.

"Guerrilla warfare, the enemy's rear, insist on anti-mopping up."

"The steel knife is stuck in the enemy's chest."

"The steel knife is stuck in the enemy's chest."

……

When the devil team arrived at the company commander's trench, the singing reached its climax.

The soldiers in the trench looked around at the ghost soldiers outside the trench, and the company commander pulled the grenade behind him calmly.

Not for a while.

A series of explosions sounded in the trench, and the devils who had no time to react were immediately blown out, lay down on the ground, and screamed one after another.

Those little devils who were blown away could never have imagined that those people in the trenches would end their lives in this way.

This scene is just a corner of the Eighth Route Army facing the Japanese raids, and things like this kind of willingness to sacrifice themselves to make the troops retreat happen from time to time on this battlefield.

……

Jinyang City, the headquarters of the First Army.

Shinozuka Yoshio showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and looked at the telegram in his hand with satisfaction.

The first army's raid this time has achieved fruitful results. Not only have they regained the previously lost strongholds, but they have also established many new strongholds.

Some strongholds have been connected together on the map to form an impenetrable blockade line, and according to the battle reports that are constantly being sent back.

Their blockade is being tightened step by step, and temporary strongholds have been established one after another.

at this time.

There were not many Eighth Route Army bases on the situation map in front of Shinozuka Yoshio, and almost the entire northwestern Shanxi was already in his hands.

Looking at the situation map in front of him, Shinozuka Yoshio kept smiling and nodding.

(End of this chapter)