Chapter 8 Military Action (Eight Seconds)

"Victory will definitely belong to the Great Japanese Empire." The horse thieves responded with their voices, but their voices seemed weak. Even if the Japanese Empire won the final victory of this war, it has nothing to do with everyone. Besides, based on everyone's personal experience over the past few days, it is not necessarily clear who can laugh in this war.

"Release the body of the Eighth Route Army and go back to report the results of the battle to Chief Fujita." Lieutenant Hatoyama did not notice the reactions of the horse thieves, or had noticed them but did not take them seriously. Victory was already within reach. There was no need to focus too much energy on a group of mangy dogs who wag their tails with cold steamed buns.

What he needs to pay attention to is guys like Iriyong and Zhang Songling who can cause trouble for the Empire's plan to conquer East Asia. They cut off their heads one by one and hung them on their horsetails to show off their martial arts. Judging from the final result of the previous battle, Major Sakai's physical strength strategy has begun to show off. Although Iriyong and Zhang Songling and others have some skills, they are not as experienced as Major Sakai. Even though they know that this situation will only be more and more unfavorable to them, they have to pounce on them again and again, exhausting themselves.

It can be foreseen that as long as the convoy continues to move towards the Lamagou, no matter how fast or slow the speed, in order to create an evacuation opportunity for Red Beard, Zhao Tianlong and others will drag their tired bodies around the convoy again. No matter how many times they escape safely, there will be that one in the end. Second Lieutenant Hatoyama believes that he can catch up with them and solve this group of troubles forever.

After all, he was a "top student" from a regular military academy. The battlefield of Lieutenant Hatoyama is basically reliable. At present, Zhao Tianlong, Zhang Songling and others are indeed extremely tired, especially those young men from Lamagou who came from the guerrillas. Due to their age and physical condition, they were almost at the verge of collapse. They sat on the horse's back and kept leaning back and forth. If they were not careful, they might fall directly from the saddle.

However, they still gritted their teeth and struggled to hold on. No one was willing to shout about being tired, nor did they leave the team, and went to find a safe place to rest alone.

"The Japanese carried chemical weapons, so we had to hold them back and give Captain Wang and the others another day of evacuation time." This was the first answer that Zhang Songling gave after agreeing to the teenagers joining the action. He had just passed by the same age group. He knew the teenagers' thoughts more well than anyone else. He didn't want this battle with a huge difference in strength to become a nonsense in the competition who is less afraid of death. He hoped that everyone would understand what they were doing and what the meaning of their battle today was. In that way, when danger really came, they would not regret and fear for their choices.

What happened next also confirmed the correctness of this decision. When the teenagers understood that every move was related to the safety of the Shanren, they put their personal life and death aside. Following Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Songling, they picked up their rifles again and again, shot bullets of hatred at the Japanese and traitors, and evacuated decisively again and again. No matter how many opportunities there were in front of them, how unpleasant the shouts and scolds behind them were. In the battles again and again, they became more and more calm and more sophisticated, making people ignore their age without realizing it.

But no matter how brave the warrior is, he will run out of energy. As time goes by, the teenagers' thighs are getting heavier and their arms are getting softer. "Maybe it's my turn next." Touching the grenade hidden in his arms in advance, everyone thought silently in their hearts, a little panic, but their eyes were calm.

"The action tonight will be cancelled. Let's leave the Japanese alone all night and go to trouble them tomorrow morning." Although I believe that the teenagers are not afraid of sacrifice, Zhang Songling is not going to fill everyone in. He looked at the last ray of light in the sky and made a decisive decision.

"Okay." Zhao Tianlong never questioned his good friend's decision. He jumped off his mount to express his support as soon as possible. Others did not trust Zhang Songling like Zhao Tianlong. They looked at each other and asked hesitantly: "If we don't go at night, the Japanese will have horse thieves to help them stay at night. Will they sleep more peacefully? In that case, they will be more difficult to deal with tomorrow."

"Our purpose is to hold them back, not to win, nor can we win." Zhang Songling thought for a while and emphasized patiently, "If they have some concerns, we must first save ourselves to the greatest extent. Otherwise, once the Japanese are convinced that we are exhausted, they can ignore us and accelerate toward Captain Wang."

"Well,." The young men couldn't say that Zhang Songling was thinking and nodded. In a blink of an eye, they talked in a slight manner: "I don't know if Captain Wang and the others have retreated. This place is not too far from the Lama Grotto. If they haven't withdrawn, it will be too late."

"It should be withdrawn. The people in front of and behind the mountains should have gone far by this time."

"It would be great if we could communicate with Captain Wang and the others. We can cooperate with them."

The last sentence made Zhang Songling smile bitterly. If there was a field radio station at any time, this battle would certainly be much easier. At least it wouldn't be that they had already fought to the point where they were struggling and could not guarantee whether the Lamagou had evacuated or not.

However, the field radio station is currently absolutely high-tech on the grassland. Not only did the Lamagou guerrillas, but other princes and heroes from all walks of life are also not qualified to buy them. However, the Japanese yards in Heishizhai County seem to be equipped with more than one set, and there are several antennas on the roof. I don’t know why the materials are made, and you can see them brightly across several streets.

"If Prince Siqin could really send troops to attack the county town. The Japanese heard that the old nest was raided, they would definitely turn around and run back." After dreaming of the field radio station, the young men began to imagine that a surprise soldier would appear and give the Japanese a siege to surround Wei and save Zhao. A few days ago, Zhang Songling deceived them to find Siqin, using such a set of kind lies. Although Zheng Xiaobao quickly discovered it, now everyone hopes that the lies can become a reality.

"Everyone will pick up dry firewood for me, otherwise no one will have to eat tonight." Zhao Tianlong frowned and shouted.

During the days he stayed in the palace, he had already clearly understood the embarrassment facing Siqin. Not only did he have external forces to marry her and the people, but even the inside of the palace was full of conflicts because of whether he was fully cooperative with the Japanese. If Siqin had not had a male personality on the surface, he would have dared to act at critical moments, let alone preserve the family's fortunes left by her father, she would have been packed and sold to the pseudo-Manchukuo Palace by some guys with ulterior motives.

"I know, I just said that." The teenagers stuck out their tongues, jumped off their mounts, and staggered around to find something that could make fire. Occasionally, their eyes were filled with longing for happiness.

The matters between Siqin and Captain Zhao have been spread throughout the guerrillas. While the young men were envious, who would not want to meet a woman as beautiful and generous as Siqin, willingly stop wandering for her! It’s just that such a desire can’t be said openly in such a chaotic era.

Zhang Songling also jumped off his mount and forced himself to help the teenagers. With the collective efforts of everyone, the bonfire quickly lit up. Zhao Tianlong rode out on a yellow horse and took a short walk back to a wild roe deer. Zhang Songling took out a dagger, cleanly peeled the roe deer, took out his internal organs, and baked it on the fire.

During the period when he was taken in by the Meng father and daughter, he learned how to roast wild game. Although he was a little bit of a hand, it was far better than Zhao Tianlong, who could move only one arm and the half-grown children with injuries on their bodies. Soon, the steaming barbecue was peeled off and handed to everyone's hands. After sprinkling some salt, everyone's appetite was greatly improved.

When the hungry belly was filled, the teenagers could no longer withstand the pressure of fatigue and lay next to the fire one after another, snoring like thunder. Zhao Tianlong pulled every teenager's clothes to prevent their stomach from catching a cold. Then he found an opportunity to sit quietly next to Zhang Songling and whispered: "I'm afraid this will not work. The Japanese obviously changed the target to us. The little guys were also injured. They had to turn them all in after using it a few times."

"The key is that I can't come up with a better idea now, and I can't drive away a few little guys." Zhang Songling nodded, responded in a very low voice, and looked at the fire with fatigue and helplessness. With his personal ability and battlefield intuition, how could he not realize that the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable to his side, but it was hard for a good cook to cook without rice. Under the current conditions, he had almost no better choice.

"I have a way, I can try it in the middle of the night." After a glance at the young face in my sleep, Zhao Tianlong whispered, his voice seemed very calm, as if he had asked a friend to go to a banquet. "The Japanese's killer weapon is placed on the car. If you can get close, you can blow the car with a grenade..."

In that case, the poisonous gas bomb will definitely explode. Then, no matter who is approaching the car, they will die with the Japanese. Zhang Songling's eyebrows jumped quickly, and then shook his head gently, "Wait for another day, if the situation does not show any improvement tomorrow night, I will go with you."

"What else can there be changes? The Japanese are more people than us, and there is a group of shameless horse thieves who come to surrender. If all the little guys are filled in, we will not have the face to see Master Long." Zhao Tianlong was stunned and asked with some irritation. Redbeard handed the teenagers to him, hoping that he could find a way out for the teenagers. Therefore, no matter what, he could not see someone in the siege of the Japanese and horse thieves again, and watched someone resolutely pulling the grenade on his chest!

"Wait for another day, just the same day." Zhang Songling shook his head, not moved by Zhao Tianlong's words at all. The Red Beard could not contact him and Siqin could not count on him, but he still had someone in his hand to wait. He believed that that person would not miss the appointment no matter what.
Chapter completed!