Chapter 2: Sharpening the Sword (Part 2)

The salt owls have excellent equestrian skills and organization. In a blink of an eye, there was no trace on the grassland. The battlefield that was quite noisy just now immediately became empty. The remains of humans, horses' bodies, and blood stains that had begun to turn black, overlapping with the shadows of clouds falling in the sky, making the autumn wind blowing from the depths of the desert even more bleak.

It felt a desolate feeling, and it quickly invaded the hearts of every guerrilla soldier with the autumn wind, making their faces quickly become solemn, and their heads drooped unconsciously.

A miserable victory, an absolute miserable victory. When the salt owls were still there, everyone was forced to not think about their own losses. When the salt owls left, the attack on the guerrillas in this battle was clearly revealed to everyone.

Along with young soldiers like Zheng Xiaobao, there were only 48 left in the Lamagou guerrillas. Before this battle, their size was close to 200. In just five days, the Lamagou guerrillas, which were originally strong and powerful, had three-quarters of the Lamagou guerrillas, and more than half of the remaining people were injured of different injuries. If a similar battle took place a few more times, the guerrillas still had hope of survival.

They are not afraid of death. Since they have already carried the gun, they are already prepared for death. However, this does not mean that they are indifferent to their comrades falling by their side, nor does it mean that they will not consider the future and future of themselves and their team. When they turn their attention from the joy of victory to their own status, no one can be happy. Even if they are born fearless like Ruyunlong, their emotions become very depressed. Their feet in their ragged leather boots twist around the grass, and after a while, they twist three or four ugly pits around them.

The only person who seemed not affected by the atmosphere around him was Red Beard. He let go of his arm that was on Zhang Songling's shoulder, and jumped onto a captured shell box in three steps, and his arm slashed in the air with force, and asked loudly: "What's wrong? Why did you look bad after winning the battle? Do you want to cry? If you want to cry, you will cry loudly. Anyway, there are no outsiders nearby, and no one will laugh at you."

"Captain Wang..." Several guerrillas who lost their friends during the battle could no longer help, turned around, their shoulders shaking up and down, but more soldiers raised their red eyes and smiled embarrassedly, not daring to continue their previous childish actions.

"I'll turn around." Red Beard shouted sternly, his face suddenly turned cold, "If you want to cry, don't hide, just stand in front of me and cry, let me see your cowardly appearance with your own eyes."

"Wang..." The guerrillas who were crying turned around in shock and stared at Captain Wang, who was usually generous and kind to everyone, wondering why the other party's attitude suddenly changed so quickly.

Although the crying stopped abruptly, Red Beard still didn't want to let them go. He continued to roar with a cold face, "Why don't you cry anymore, cry, keep crying, see if you can cry back the dead brothers, see if your tears can drive the Japanese into the sea, cry, keep crying, why don't you cry? I haven't seen enough, nor have those dead brothers in the heavenly spirits, either."

"No..." "We just feel, just feel a little uncomfortable." "Don't be angry, we'll be fine in a while." The sadness in the hearts of the guerrillas was interrupted by the roar of Red Beard. They quickly wiped their hands on their faces with a few hands, and responded aggrievedly.

"It's so uncomfortable, isn't it fucking uncomfortable?" The red beard gritted his teeth, his eyes staring like a copper bell. "Tell you, I'm more uncomfortable than any of you, I want to cry than any of you, I want to cry for a day or two. When the first brother fell beside me, I want to cry. When the Japanese fled in a hurry, I want to cry. Since I was driven here from Fengtian by the Japanese, I have been trying to cry. When I saw a brother who was fleeing from a pot, I have been wanting to cry one after another. "

Not only did the guerrillas who had just sobbed up their ears, but the attention of the other soldiers was also attracted by the words of Red Beard, and they temporarily forgot the sadness of losing their comrades.

In their surprised eyes, the red beard with vicissitudes of face raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, shook his head resolutely, "But, I just don't cry. I have to store tears until the day the Japanese go back to their hometown, carrying the bottle and crying in front of the dead brother spirit. I want to tell them that I have not embarrassed them. I always laughed and fucked the Japanese in the most difficult and most difficult times. I will only be qualified to cry. I will only cry at that time, but I will tell them, man, we won this battle, the Japanese are gone, your blood will not flow in vain."

After a moment of pause, he continued to roar in a low voice. His voice was not high, but it covered all the noise on the grassland and smoothed everyone's depression. "I know that our guerrillas suffered a lot in this battle. However, we also let the horse thieves and the Japanese fight against each other. More than 20 horse thieves and thousands of bandits did not get any cheaper from the Lamagou. We defeated almost the same number of Japanese soldiers with a team of less than 200 people, and more than ten times their own horse thieves. We won this battle cleanly."

The soldiers looked at the red beard quietly, and their faces were filled with sorrow, with more pride in addition to sadness. As the other party said, although the guerrillas fought very hard in this battle, they also won very beautifully. The Han land reclamators and Mongolian herders near the Lamagou were not affected much, and the horse thieves were never able to attack the guerrilla camp. On the contrary, after receiving unexpected support from the Salt Gang, the guerrillas took advantage of the situation to counterattack and beat more than 20 horse thieves into frightened birds. After three or five years of rest, they had no courage to step into the guerrilla area again.

"I know everyone is worried about the future of the guerrillas, but I can guarantee you here that within half a year, our Lamagou guerrillas will be restored to their original scale, and will be stronger and more aggressive. I am not lying to you, and I don't need to lie to you. Back then, I can develop our guerrillas to a scale of nearly 200 with more than a dozen defeated soldiers and soldiers, which can become a big trouble for the Japanese. Now that you are a war-produced brother, I am afraid that I can't build a team. If you don't believe it, even if you stand up and make a bet with me, our guerrillas will not return to their original appearance in half a year, so I will give him the position of captain to do it. Whoever bets, hurry up and stand up for me." While saying that, he reached out to the brothers and made a sincere invitation.

Any guerrilla warriors he greeted with his hands smiled and turned their backs, and no one was willing to take the initiative. Over the years, everyone has almost witnessed the guerrillas growing step by step from scratch. No one would doubt Captain Wang's ability, and would not challenge his authority over his own abilities at this moment.

"You probably remember what we were like when we first joined the guerrillas." He stretched out his hand but pulled anyone up. Red beard smiled and shook his head. "There are only twenty guns, and half of them are too old. There are less than a thousand bullets, and each person can't give one grenade. But now, in our own hands, plus the ones seized in this battle, we can take out hundreds of them. In addition to rifles and grenades, we also have crooked handles, and maxi, we have this..."

He bent down suddenly, and he picked up the Type 97 infantry cannon that the Japanese had not had time to destroy when they retreated in a mess from the ground, and raised it high above his head. "In addition to light machine guns and heavy machine guns, I also have cannons and shells."

"Hehehe." Many guerrillas were infected by the emotions of the Red Beard and forgot the grief of losing their comrades. The mortar. Although everyone couldn't figure out what model it was or how it was, it was the most important reliance for the Japanese to attack Lamagou this time. Now, even it has fallen into the hands of the guerrillas. Can life be better after the Japanese's remnants returned?

"As sooner or later, I will take you to take the initiative to attack the Japanese and seek blood debts from them." I raised my infantry cannon and stepped on the poisonous gas bomb box with obvious warning signs. The red beard was majestic. "As sooner or later, I will smash these poisonous gas bombs made by the Japanese and hit their heads with their own hands. If you don't believe it, you will stare with your eyes wide."

"Kill the Japanese." "Kill the Japanese." All the soldiers forgot the pain and were completely immersed in the desire for victory. Machine guns, cannons, and poisonous gas bombs. At this moment, they seemed to have seen the doomsday of the Japanese. Under the attack of the guerrillas, they escaped from the Black Stone Village like a dog from a broken family, fled to the end of the grassland, and fled into the sea. The brothers held up their shiny sabers and chased them from behind, chopping their heads to the ground one by one like gourds. When they encountered a group of Japanese who fought stubbornly, they bombed him and poisoned him.

Taking advantage of the moment when the brothers were crying for love, Red Beard carefully lowered the infantry cannon, then jumped off the shell box. The moment his feet were in contact with the ground, his body suddenly shook, but soon stabilized again and calmed down.

Zhang Songling was closest to Red Beard, and instinctively reached out to support him. As soon as his palm came into contact with the clothes under Red Beard's ribs, he immediately felt a sticky and wet feeling. "You..." He was stunned for a moment and quickly held his scream back into his chest.

"Don't let anyone know." Red Beard moved gently, broke free from his support, and quickly walked towards an injured brother, put the other party's arm on his shoulder. "The first squadron stayed to continue cleaning the battlefield. The second squadron followed me to send the wounded home first. The car that the Japanese dropped was also pulled back by me. I fumbled for a few days, maybe I could repair it, and then drive you to the Japanese gate to show off the results."

Note: The 1997 Infantry Cannon weighs only more than 20 kilograms, but it is very powerful. In the late period of the War of Resistance Against Japan, there was a case where guerrillas carried a cannon to attack the county town, forcing the Japanese in the city to surrender voluntarily.
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