Anti-Japanese War: I have unlimited assistance

Chapter 37 Wei Dayong!
"Report to the regiment commander, all of the 40+ devils have been killed, not a single one escaped!"

Inside the prisoner-of-war camp, the spy company commander Wei Qiang reported to Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong asked: "What are the casualties of the troops?"

Captain Wei said, "Commander, no one in our company was killed or injured. The Japanese were so frightened that they ran forward blindly. Suddenly, more than 100 of our automatic guns opened fire, and the Japanese were mowed down before they could react!"

While speaking, Captain Wei looked at the PPSh submachine gun in his hand with a burning look in his eyes.

Although Captain Wei didn't know why Boss Lin gave this gun such an ugly name.

But it doesn't prevent this gun from being really easy to use. It is lightweight, has fierce firepower, and not very recoil.

The only downside is that it's a bit of a waste of bullets.

But now the regiment commander has hooked up with a rich man, and ammunition can be supplied freely.

Although the soldiers used ammunition sparingly during combat, they did not have to worry about running out of ammunition all day long.

He glanced at the soldiers of the special forces company. Some of them were carrying Type 2 rifles, and some even had two Type 1 light machine guns and one Type heavy machine gun... It seemed that the special forces company cleaned up the battlefield when they retreated.

Li Yunlong nodded with satisfaction.

The attack on the prisoner-of-war camp just now was just a feint. There was no real attack at all. Only two unlucky soldiers were hit by stray bullets.

One soldier unfortunately died and another was injured.

Wei Qiang suggested: "Captain, according to the intelligence we gathered, there is only a small group of Japanese soldiers and a few dozen puppet troops in the county town."

"How about we take advantage of this opportunity to recapture the county?"

"With our current firepower and manpower, it won't be a problem to take the county town!"

"Sure, Xiao Wei!"

Li Yunlong praised:
"He also knows how to mow grass and catch rabbits."

Wei Qiang chuckled.

Li Yunlong's expression was stern: "But now is not the time to recapture the county. We have more important things to do."

Wei Qiang straightened his body and said, "Yes!"

At this moment, Zhang Dabiao, with sharp eyes, walked over quickly and reported to Li Yunlong: "Report to the regiment commander, all the prisoners of war have been gathered. There are more than 500 people in total."

Li Yunlong turned around and walked over quickly. Many soldiers around him lit torches, and Li Yunlong saw the situation of the prisoners clearly.

Except for a few prisoners of war, many prisoners did not show much joy of being rescued on their faces and in their eyes, but more numbness.

Working for the Japanese all day long to build fortifications and eating only two meals of porridge a day, the prisoners' spirit and energy were completely worn out.

Li Yunlong said loudly.

"Brothers of the National Army, we are the Eighth Route Army!"

"The Japanese reinforcements are on their way here, they'll be here soon!"

"If you want to survive, follow me quickly and don't lose me!"

After saying this, Li Yunlong led the soldiers of the New 1st Regiment out of the prisoner-of-war camp and headed towards the Hutuo River.

Once we crossed the river and entered the mountains, even the Japanese planes would have difficulty detecting us, let alone if the Japanese airport was bombed.

Some of the prisoners hesitated but followed.

Hualala... Seeing someone taking the lead, the remaining prisoners all followed.

Among the prisoners of war, one held his head high with a fierce and unruly look in his eyes, which was out of tune with the temperament of the other Kuomintang prisoners of war around him. It was Wei Dayong.

Wei Dayong supported his wounded cousin Wei Daxun and followed the crowd of prisoners out of the prisoner-of-war camp.

The other prisoners of war walked hurriedly, but Wei Dayong, supporting his cousin, walked very slowly.

"Dayong, leave me behind and go with the Eighth Route Army."

"This place is very close to the county town. We'll be there in no time. If we're late, none of us will be able to leave..."

Wei Daxun's voice was weak.

Both brothers belonged to the 27th Division of the Central Army and were wounded and captured in battle with the Sakata Regiment.

Wei Dayong had spent ten years as a martial arts monk at the Shaolin Temple in Henan Province, where he acquired considerable martial arts skills. During his time at the Songshan Shaolin Temple, Wei Dayong developed a reputation for aggressive behavior, frequently engaging in brawls outside the temple and violating temple rules.

The key point is that no one in the entire temple can defeat him. All the monks in the temple have been defeated by him.

In the end, he was expelled from Shaolin for violating temple rules by injuring someone while standing up for justice.

then.

Wei Dayong went to seek a career with his cousin who was a company commander in the 27th Division. With his martial arts skills, he quickly stood out and became a squad leader.

A few days ago, the 27th Division of the Central Army encountered the Sakata Regiment, and Wei Dayong killed more than a dozen Japanese devils alone.

But in the end, the 27th Division was no match for the Sakata Regiment, and Wei Dayong and his cousin were both injured and captured.

My cousin was seriously injured. If Wei Dayong had not insisted on doing the work of two people alone, Wei Daxun would have been killed by the Japanese as a disabled person.

"No!" "If you want to leave, we leave together. If you want to stay, we stay together!"

After saying that, Wei Dayong carried Wei Daxun on his back, mixed in with the crowd of prisoners of war, and followed the Eighth Route Army.

"Dayong, good brother, put me down..."

Wei Daxun was still talking weakly, but Wei Dayong turned a deaf ear to him and just carried his elder brother on his back and continued on his way.

Wei Dayong ran several kilometers with Wei Daxun on his back in one breath.

Under normal circumstances, with Wei Dayong's physical strength, he would have no problem running 10 kilometers with his brother on his back.

But the food in the prisoner-of-war camp was too bad, with no oil or water at all, and Wei Dayong gradually lost his strength.

Li Yunlong slowed down to see if there were any prisoners left behind, only to find Wei Dayong, who was sweating profusely, and Wei Daxun, who was injured.

"There's a wounded person here, Zhang Dabiao, bring a stretcher!"

"Yes!"

After a while, Zhang Dabiao brought two soldiers with a stretcher.

Stretchers were prepared for the wounded before the war, but only one soldier in the New 1st Regiment was injured, so many of the prepared stretchers could not be used.

Wei Daxun was helped onto the stretcher. Li Yunlong glanced at the sweaty Wei Dayong and said, "Brother, are you okay? Are you still able to do it?"

"Sir, I'm fine!"

Wei Dayong took a few breaths and recovered some strength.

"Keep on going!"

In order to reduce the burden on the soldiers, Li Yunlong and Zhang Dabiao also helped the two soldiers carry the stretcher.

Each of the four men carried a corner of the stretcher, and Wei Dayong followed closely behind them, catching up with the main force.

……

the next day.

Xinkou.

Frontal battlefield.

Despite the enemy's overall advantage in heavy firepower such as aircraft, tanks and artillery, the Japanese still encountered stubborn resistance from the Chinese army.

It was just dawn.

The Japanese launched a fierce attack on the Kuomintang's positions in Lingshan, the northeast heights of Nanhuaihua, Guancun, Dabaishui and other places.

General Wei Lihuang, the commander-in-chief of the front line, personally led the 5th Brigade to the front line to supervise the battle.

Soon, the Japanese attack was repelled, leaving hundreds of corpses in front of the position and thousands of Chinese troops suffered casualties.

"How come the Japs' attack was repelled so easily today?"

In the command center, Chen Changjie, commander of the 61st Army, sounded puzzled.

"The sky seems a little quiet today!"

General Wei looked up at the sky and frowned slightly.

Soldiers do not like silence, because silence on the battlefield often contains greater danger and foreshadows more intense fighting.

General Wei intuitively realized that the Japanese army was probably planning a more violent attack.

"It's a bit strange that the Japanese planes didn't come to bomb today." Commander Chen realized that the reason the troops repelled the Japanese attack so quickly was because the Japanese did not dispatch the air force today.

"Could it be that the Japanese air force is running low on fuel and ammunition?" a combat staff officer speculated.

"Probably not." Commander Chen frowned. "The Japanese are probably planning a bigger offensive."

"I think so." General Wei nodded. "Order the troops to not slack off in the slightest."

At this moment, a radio operator walked in quickly:

"Report to the commander, the Eighth Route Army headquarters called and said that last night the Eighth Route Army attacked the Japanese Daixian Airport and destroyed 24 Japanese planes!"

"Great!"

"Nice job!"

As soon as the radio operator finished speaking, Commander Chen and Commander Wei shouted almost at the same time.

Case solved!
It turned out that the Eighth Route Army attacked the Japanese airport in the rear. No wonder we didn’t see any Japanese planes today!

They both took a deep breath at the same time, and their depressed mood suddenly became more relaxed than ever before.

If they weren't on the front line, both of them would even like to have a drink.

24 planes, haha, the damn Japanese were hurt by the Eighth Route Army this time!
Commander Wei took the telegram and read it, a long-lost smile appearing on his face:
"Immediately send a commendation telegram to the Eighth Route Army Headquarters... and report it to the Second War Zone Headquarters and the Chairman!"

Communications Staff: “Yes!”

(End of this chapter)