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Chapter 414 Chapter 413, Really Taken Down
Strictly speaking, the independent regiment had indeed made a wasted trip this time. Perhaps Zhang Dabiao and his battalion had a chance to participate in the attack on the brigade headquarters in the city, but Li Yunlong had no chance to fight.

In front of the position, the moonlight sprinkled on the ground, illuminating some small puddles, making some grass and trees twisted like ghosts, and also shining on the layer of Japanese soldiers on the ground.

Because the Japanese chose to charge on board, no one fired a gun during the previous charge! When the Japanese were about to fight with bayonets, they just turned off the safety to prevent accidental discharge. This was basic operation.

It was precisely because of this operation that the devils gave up the means of attacking from a distance and unilaterally endured the firepower attack from the Eighth Route Army! Therefore, in the battle just now, except for some soldiers who were bitten by mosquitoes and had lumps all over their faces, there were basically no casualties on the side of the Third Battalion that participated in the battle.

Isn't it incredible? What if we change our thinking? What if the Third Battalion did not receive ammunition supplies on the battlefield, each soldier only had 5 bullets, the mortar shells were not replenished, there were only 18 shells, and even the grenade launchers were not one for each squad, the grenades were not high-explosive military products, there were no close combat weapons such as shotguns, and there were no 6 heavy machine guns?
What would happen when an Eighth Route Army with incomplete weapons and a shortage of ammunition encountered an equal number of Japanese devils launching a board charge?
Therefore, tonight, it was not that the Japs' tactics were ineffective, but that the effective tactics, at this moment, in the face of the Eighth Route Army's powerful firepower output, became the most wrong tactic!
Fortunately, the result was good, which was what everyone wanted to see the most. It was just a pity for Li Yunlong who had run all the way here. He had eaten all the meat and didn't even have a sip of soup to drink.

Of course, Old Li would not give up the opportunity to drink soup. For example, cleaning the battlefield is a good job. At least it can continue to hone the willpower of the new recruits.

So, after waiting for about an hour, when Political Commissar Zhao arrived with the Second Battalion of the Independent Regiment and the rest of the guerrilla troops, Old Li took the initiative to take over the task of cleaning up the battlefield.

Why wait more than an hour instead of cleaning up the battlefield immediately?
What time is it now? It's late at night! Although the moon is at its zenith, the visibility on the battlefield is still very low! So, go up and clean up the battlefield immediately. What if there are wounded Japanese soldiers shooting at us? What if there are Japanese soldiers who are hiding and pretending to be dead and throw a grenade? We have to be on guard, right?

Wait for more than an hour, let the wounded continue to bleed, and the death will be almost over! As for those Japanese who pretended to be dead, this period of time is a torment. If they can't help but plan to escape, give them time. At this time, the victory has been confirmed, and there is no need to increase unnecessary casualties! Of course, the most important thing is that these people present need to go into the city to take a look!
Well, this is the most important reason! After all, the county has been taken. All the efforts today have paid off. We have to see the harvest, right?

So, five minutes after defeating the Japanese onboard charge, the leaders of several regiments and teams present took some soldiers and entered Yangquan City under the moonlight to check the results of the battle.

Li Yuexuan did not follow into the city, but was asked by Zhao Danian and Zhu Xingyu to stay at Wangmu Nao. Eggs should not be put in one basket, and Li Yuexuan was the egg that was placed elsewhere.

Without the opportunity to patrol the county at night, Li Yuexuan was not angry, but stayed obediently at the Wangmu Ridge position, turning on the auxiliary panel and looking at the battlefield in front.

What's more, with the help of this function similar to life detection and hostility detection, he actually found some scattered red dots in the south. He did not shoot and kill these red dots rashly, but watched with interest as some of them dimmed little by little and finally disappeared in the exploration.

Then, he found about 20 red dots, moving towards the south little by little, and he couldn't tell whether they were the wounded crawling or creeping forward. He ignored these and decided to go back if he could, bringing back the news of the Eighth Route Army's strength and letting these frightened devils in the battle tonight fill in the devil's ranks, which seemed to be more meaningful than killing them on the spot. After all, fear is contagious, and these devils will use today's experience to tell other devils that the Eighth Route Army is very powerful and we can't beat them.

Time passed very boringly. Li Yuexuan also had an auxiliary panel to check out the excitement, and even called up a novel to read, such as Lao Wai's "Defenders of the Anti-Japanese War". Other comrades, when there are no orders, it is really boring! Fortunately, the veterans can smoke and tell stories to the new recruits to kill time.

"Yu Dong, you escaped from the puppet army and later joined the Eighth Route Army. How did you become a puppet soldier?" someone asked in the trench.

"I was cheated... My family is from Sichuan and Chongqing. Someone said that the factory in Shancheng was hiring young men, paying 10 yuan a month. So I took a few brothers with me, each of us paid 10 yuan as an introduction fee, and got on the ship. Then, we were taken to the barracks and became soldiers! Others were conscripted and paid military expenses, but we were paying them money!"

"Later, we lost the battle at Niangzi Pass. The superiors didn't give us weapons, ammunition, food or clothing, so our battalion commander took us to become puppet soldiers. Later, we learned about the Eighth Route Army and knew that the Eighth Route Army was really fighting the Japanese invaders, so we sneaked out and joined the Eighth Route Army... I finally realized that the only people in China who were really fighting the Japanese invaders were following the Eighth Route Army!"

The stories in the darkness are told one by one, none of them are happy, they are all different kinds of suffering...

Inside the city, the heads of several regiments frowned as they looked at the bombed-out courtyard of the brigade headquarters.

"Commander, there's really no other way. The Japanese have built a circle of bunkers in this yard, and none of them are afraid of death. There's really no other way but to blow them up!" someone explained in the dark night.

"Oh, right, Commander. We found a Japanese officer. Half of his head was smashed off by a rock. There was a saber next to him, and he was wearing a military uniform! Look, where is the lieutenant general..."

"Captain, we only blew up the yard, but the warehouse was completely preserved! You know what, there are so many good things in the Japanese warehouse, more than in the train station!"

After listening to the introductions of several battalion commanders, Captain Zheng, Captain Kong and Li Yunlong had no other opinions. Instead, they looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Now that the county town has been taken, the next thing will be much easier! And the most important thing to do now is to send a telegram to the headquarters to report the results of the battle!
(End of this chapter)