Pull the gun bolt.

Removal shell.

Re-push the bullet and load it.

aim.

Open fire.

"Bang!"

Another Japanese man fell into the ditch.

The other Japanese and puppet troops hurriedly fell down, carefully dispersed their formation, and continued to try to get closer.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot.

But it was not Yang Yue who fired the gun. He didn't want to pull the bolt.

The one who shot was a Sichuan Army veteran who was wearing the Sichuan Army uniform. It seemed that he was not sure.

Due to various objective reasons, the troops of various factions of the National Army have their own military uniforms. Generally speaking, it is relatively easy to distinguish. However, it is hard to say on the battlefield.

Why?

Because all military uniforms are dirty.

For grassroots soldiers, it is normal not to take a bath for three or five days. It is not surprising that even thirty or fifty days.

The military uniforms they wore were basically not given off. They wore them for as long as they fought. There was basically no replacement. Everyone was just one set. They had to repair themselves after breaking them. The sewing and repairing for another three years.

The veteran has good shooting skills. A puppet army just emerged and was shot.

Yang Yue looked at it sideways.

An inconspicuous veteran, with a skinny and deep eye socket.

After firing the gun, he quickly pulled the bolt.

"Bang!"

After a moment, he fired again.

The one who was hit this time was a Japanese man. He was hit just now.

"What's his name?" Yang Yue asked.

"Old Jin." Ma Yuanjia said, "the famous name is Jin Yongfu. A native of Guangyuan."

"This is a good name."

"What's good? There are no people at home."

"Because of the Japanese?"

"No. There are often melee in that place. After tossing and turbulent, all the family members are gone."

"oh!"

Yang Yue nodded thoughtfully.

In fact, this is what is the current situation in old China. Warlords fight in a mess and the people live in miserable life.

Now the Japanese are getting into another leg, and the situation is even worse.

Fortunately, no matter how long the night is, dawn will always come.

In another nine years, this melee will end.

No matter how your life will be in the future, at least there will be no civil war.

Suddenly I remembered Xizi...

Xizi is also such a veteran.

They have fought all their lives on the battlefield!

What they desire most is peace.

Only peace can rebuild your home, enjoy rare tranquility, and have family happiness.

"Bang!"

Lao Jin fired again.

The Japanese are still unlucky this time.

The remaining Japanese found that something was wrong and hurriedly retreated.

It's safe.

Yang Yue stood up.

Others also stood up one after another.

Yang Yue looked at them in confusion, "Are you leaving yet?"

"I won't leave." Ma Yuanjia said slowly, "Let's stay here to fight the Japanese."

"But……"

"We don't participate in the Eighth Route Army. We can stay here to fight the Japanese."

"this……"

Yang Yue scratched his head.

It seems to be playing the edge ball?

The Eighth Route Army indeed could not accept them. Otherwise, they would be used as a fuss.

However, if they are willing to stay on their own, fighting guerrillas near Anze does not seem to be impossible...at least, no one clearly stipulates that this is not allowed.

Didn’t Lao Jiang himself say that? People are not divided into old and young, and the land is not divided into north and south. They all have the responsibility to defend their territory and fight against the war. They fight wherever they are. As long as they can eliminate the Japanese, it’s enough.

If it really doesn't work then, they will cross the blockade and go south and return to their own troops.

The problem now is that there are only twenty or thirty of them!

To be honest, what can twenty or thirty people do? Facing so many Japanese...

There are more than a thousand Japanese in Anze City. There are more road blockade lines on both sides. All of them are probably three to four thousand.

If the puppet troops were added, there would probably be nearly 10,000 people. There were also a large number of puppet troops near Anze.

"Come with me."

Yang Yue pulled Ma Yuanjia aside.

There are some things he must ask clearly. Otherwise? Maybe he will make a mistake.

"You said? What the hell is going on?"

"We have discussed it privately and don't want to go back to the original troops."

"Why?"

"The original troops always defeated wars? It's boring. Maybe they'll die at any time."

"Are you afraid of death?"

"I'm not afraid. But I don't want to die. It's useless."

"Well……"

"And? The Central Army always bullies us. Dirty and tiring work, dangerous work? We do all of it. We fight to death in front, and they run away from behind."

“…”

"A lot of our troops were sold by them in this way."

“…”

Yang Yue was speechless.

For the miscellaneous army? Chiang Kai-shek did not have any sympathy.

What he most wanted was to use the Japanese to clean up all these miscellaneous troops. The rest were all the direct lines of the Central Army.

Of course, Ma Yuanjia and other miscellaneous soldiers were full of grievances.

"Are you going to form a guerrilla team?"

"right!"

"Can you beat the Japanese devils?"

"We specialize in fighting the puppet army." Ma Yuanjia seemed to have some insights.

"We specialize in fighting guerrilla warfare," he continued, "I will retreat when the enemy advances? The enemy is stationed and disturbs me. The enemy is tired and I will fight? The enemy is tired and I will chase."

"You..." Yang Yue couldn't help but feel ashamed.
To be continued...