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Chapter 175: Do the little devils just use these rags?
Although Oga Saburo was very angry and urged his soldiers to rush on their way, when they arrived at Fuwan Town, what they saw was just a miserable scene after the smoke cleared.

The little devils from Yoshioka Squadron all lay dead on the ground, their coats and military boots were stripped away, and they were in a miserable state.

"Baga! Yoshioka is a loser!

More than 100 people didn't last for an hour? ! "

Oga Saburo was furious, pulled out his saber, and stabbed Lieutenant Yoshioka who was already lying on the ground several times.

He felt that the credit he had originally envisioned for catching the Eighth Route Army was now completely gone.

Not only will the credit be lost, but the responsibility for the loss of a squadron may also have to be shouldered by himself. Maybe, the position of the captain will be overturned by the group of bastards who are eyeing him.

Thinking of this, he cursed more than a dozen "Baga"s in a row!
At this time, a few little Japs who had just taken advantage of the chaos to hide, or were hiding in the toilet and pretending to be dead, came out and reported:

"Your Excellency, Captain, Tubal Road has three Type 60 infantry guns, three Type [-] mortars, countless Type [-] heavy machine guns, Czech light machine guns, and grenades. Our firepower is no match for the opponent. , dozens of people were lost in one encounter..."

Seeing that these guys were still clinging to life, without the bravery of the Ofuso Empire's locust army warriors, Oga Saburo slashed with his sword, cursing angrily while doing so:

"idiot!
coward!

All dead, dead! "

These little devils did not die in the hands of the Eighth Route Army, but died in the hands of their own people. It was very unjust.

However, just when Saburo Oga was furious and baring his teeth and claws, there was a sudden "crack" sound in the darkness, and a bullet hit his head like a life-threatening arrow, killing him.

Following this gunshot, gunshots rang out one after another, and seven or eight bullets flew from the darkness and shot at the little Japanese from Dahe Brigade.

"Enemy attack!"

"fight back!"

"Go up the wall and outflank!"

A squadron leader next to Saburo Oga shouted in horror.

The gunshots rang out like exploding beans, and hundreds of little Japs fired in the direction where the bullets had just been fired. However, no blind cat met a dead mouse and killed any Eighth Route soldier.

The person who had just made a sneak attack in the dark had already moved away.

The little devils didn't know that it was the sharpshooter squad led by Wang Xikui arranged by Yang Yuanshan that had just attacked them.

In the past, Yang Yuanshan had been training them as snipers, and now they came in handy.

……

When the little devils of Dahe Brigade were furious and were bullied horribly by Wang Xikui's sharpshooter class, the morale of the independent regiment was high.

The soldiers of the special agent battalion carried the captured trophies and, under the leadership of Yang Yuanshan, came to Hongshui Village and saw the third battalion that had set up a blocking position here.

Wang Huaibao, commander of the third battalion, was very surprised to see them arriving so quickly, and quickly asked Yang Yuanshan:

"Yang Yuanshan, you took Fuwan Town so quickly?

I just heard the sound of gunfire in the town, less than half an hour ago! "

Wang Huaibao is a little doubtful about life, this speed is too fast!

"Hehe, there are only more than 100 little Japs in total, and 900 of us rushed in. Aren't they easy to handle?"

Yang Yuanshan smiled slightly.

He thought to himself: I am equipped with so many heavy machine guns, Czech guns, crooked handles, grenade launchers, and submachine guns. How many more hours will it take to raid more than 100 little Japs?
joke!

That's disrespectful to bullets and firepower!

After hearing what he said, Wang Huaibao was speechless when he saw the equipment on the soldiers of the special agent company again.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart: Big dog!Rich man!I'm so fat that I'm oozing oil!
so envious!
When he saw the trophies carried by the soldiers of the secret service battalion, he immediately rolled his eyes and asked:

"Battle Commander Yang, isn't it inappropriate for your battalion to keep this booty all to yourself?
Look at our battalion, there are still soldiers holding old sleeves! "

In fact, the weapons and equipment of the third battalion are not bad after being supplemented by the victories of the independent regiment during this period. Most of them are made in 30 Dagang and a small amount are made in Hanyang. Only a few NO.[-] recruits still use the old sleeves.

But this is not bad, it depends on who you compare with.

If compared with the New [-]st Group and the New [-]nd Group, it is certainly quite good.

But if compared with the spy camp, they would be reduced to rubbish in an instant.

So now Wang Huaibao is salivating and wants to reach out.

Yang Yuanshan had made an agreement with Li Yunlong before that the spy camp would only take food and bullets as spoils, and the rest would be given to the regiment.

Now that Wang Huaibao spoke, Yang Yuanshan nodded immediately and said:

"I originally promised to give these trophies to the regiment commander. Now that you want them, let's give them to you. If the regiment commander comes back to me later, I won't care." He was disgusted with the soldiers who were panting from exhaustion carrying these trophies. !

When Wang Huaibao saw that Yang Yuanshan was so easy to talk to, he was immediately overjoyed and said quickly:
"Don't worry, I'll tell the leader later and I promise not to let him cause trouble for you, Commander Yang!"

"That's fine."

Yang Yuanshan nodded.

Then ordered:
"Put down all the trophies, let's withdraw with the food and bullets, and go to the front to help the artillery battery push the cannon!"

After giving the order, the soldiers of the special agent battalion put down their guns, military coats, military boots, lunch boxes, kettles, oceans, Japanese yen and other trophies without hesitation, and then quickly walked through the flood village and headed towards the artillery battery in front. The team rushed.

Seeing them being so straightforward, the soldiers of the third battalion naturally felt sour in their hearts. Everyone thought: We will be happy for a long time after we captured a [-]% new [-] cap, but you just don't take this pile of trophies seriously. Is that too much?

We are all comrades in the same regiment, why are you so crazy?

But this thought only stayed in my mind for a second, and was replaced by a huge surprise - all these trophies now belong to our third battalion?

They quickly looked at battalion commander Wang Huaibao expectantly.

Wang Huaibao immediately gritted his teeth:

"Quick, replace all our guns with good guns!
We still have to give these trophies to the group leader! "

Upon hearing what he said, the soldiers of the third battalion were a little confused at first, thinking: What does this mean?
Why do you still need to hand it over to the group leader?
When Wang Huaibao saw that these guys were so clueless, he immediately kicked a soldier who was carrying an old muff on the buttocks and cursed:

"Sun Daqiang, you are stupid, aren't you?

Hurry up and replace your old sleeve with the big [-] cap here! "

He reminded him so clearly that Sun Daqiang would be a fool if he didn't understand it again.

He quickly threw the old sleeve that he had regarded as a treasure into the pile of trophies, and then picked up an [-]% new [-]-inch cap. He was so happy.

Seeing the kid's bullet bag filled with bullets on the ground next to him, he immediately picked up another one and put it around his neck.

He didn't need to count, just by the weight alone, he knew that there were at least 30 bullets in this bullet bag!
Seeing Sun Daqiang's demonstration, the soldiers of the third battalion finally reacted, and immediately swarmed up and swept away the more than 100 [-] caps and bullets.

Seeing the old sleeves, made in Hanyang, and some [-] caps with smooth rifling scattered on the ground, Wang Huaibao suddenly felt his face twitching.

When he thought about facing Li Yunlong's bad face later, he couldn't help feeling guilty and shouted quickly:
"You bastards, if you don't hurry up and pack up all the loot, be careful, the leader will whip you later!"

When the soldiers of the third battalion heard this, they immediately thought of the abusive regimental leader, their hearts trembled, and they quickly stepped forward to collect the loot.

It took more than ten minutes to finally sort out all the messy trophies.

At this time, Li Yunlong also led two companies of the Second Battalion with torches and withdrew from Mengbi Village in the south.

"Wang Huaibao, that guy Yang Yuanshan sent someone to inform me that the work was done. Have they withdrawn?"

"Captain, they have withdrawn and are now heading to Wild Wolf Valley with their people."

Wang Huaibao answered quickly.

"Good boy, you move very fast!"

Li Yunlong nodded.

Then he asked:

“What about the loot they captured?
That kid made an agreement with me that he would only take food and bullets as the spoils this time. "

"Captain Yang put the trophies here."

Wang Huaibao pointed to the pile of trophies in the open space next to him very uneasily.

"Okay. This guy is a man, he spits and nails."

Li Yunlong was very satisfied.

Immediately walked to the pile of trophies to check.

Then he became confused and asked angrily:

"Wang Huaibao, are these the damn trophies they captured? Could the little devil use these rags?"

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