Bring a system to fight against Japan

Chapter 238 Making Dough and Dough Guerrillas

Two people in the room sat on the head of the bed, chatted and drank wine, gnawed on chicken thighs and chewed peanuts, sighed and chatted about things that didn't go well in the first half of the night, and then became dizzy and dizzy in the second half of the night. I got up, laughed and played nails and hammers to determine the winner and drink, and then sang the Red Army song with a loud voice, holding the wine bottle with both hands to follow the tune, gesturing back and forth from side to side, something not going well I forgot to the back of my head, yelling and clinking wine bottles for most of the night, holding the wine bottle in my arms in a daze, and fell asleep lying on the table...

"Hahululu..."

Zhao Xiang lay sideways on the wooden bed, covered his head with the quilt, covered his ears with his hands, grinned, bared his teeth, and narrowed his eyelids. The neighbor next door was yelling and laughing, and the wine bottles were clinking and tossing. The whistle sounded again, and I didn't fall asleep all night. When I got up in the morning, my eyes were red and bloodshot, and my head was shaking back and forth as I walked in a daze.

Not only was he listless and did not fall asleep, but all the people living in the courtyard were quarreled by the two of them all night without closing their eyes. One by one, they walked out of the house with their heads slumped and unable to raise their spirits, feeling dizzy and dazed. one day.

After Wang Dahao and Li Yunlong came to the military garment factory, they embroidered and sewed clothes among the women during the day, and drank a few drinks at night when they had nothing to do. In the dead of night, apart from scolding mothers and laughing, there was coaxing and snoring.

A factory director and a deputy factory director, no one dares to take care of them. The high-level ministerial leaders in the factory did not dare to offend the two of them easily. Life in the garment factory is quite comfortable, besides embroidering and sewing clothes, and drinking a little wine, I pass by day by day.

In mid-October 1940, in the office of the commander of the Japanese First Field Army, the chunky figure of the Ono Army was sitting on a chair, and he was chatting with the garrison commander, Major General Kimura Matsuro, about the war situation in the entire region at this time. A tall and thin figure walked in with big square strides, wearing a green steel helmet with big ears and a round hat, carrying a square salute scroll, with a German submachine gun across his shoulders, fully armed, standing upright with his waist upright and waving his palms. With a military salute, he shouted in a strong voice...

"Report to the two generals, please give instructions after the special team has assembled."

Ono Jun nodded his head lightly and stood up, and introduced to Kimura Matsuro, the devil officer's special identity...

"Kimura-kun, this is a student who came back from Germany. Taro Taro Taro left the left. The special squad led by him received various military training in Germany. This time he came to China to perform special tasks on the battlefield to destroy the Chinese people. Great Command."

Matsuro Kimura nodded his head a few times, looked carefully at Taro Honda in front of him, and asked with a blank expression on his stiff long face...

"With a small team of dozens of you, you can destroy the Chinese Theater Command."

"General, please rest assured that we have performed various special missions on the German battlefield. One person is equal to one hundred or thousands of enemies. Please sit in the command room and watch our actions. department."

"I hope it can be like what you said. There is an old saying in China, which is to wait and see. We are waiting for you to make contributions to the empire."

"Hi…"

Xiao Yejun walked to the wall map, put his hands behind his back and said in the voice of Wala...

"Taro Taro, please tell us about the battle plan for this operation."

"Hi…"

Taro Tamoto came over and waved his finger, clicking on three points on the map one after another...

"According to intelligence reports, more than ten miles away from Lijiazhuang, this is the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army of the Chinese people. I have sent scouts to confirm that our special team will be divided into two groups to sneak in and attack. From the direction of Yucun, the second group attacked from the east and west sides from the direction of Dabie Mountain to destroy the Eighth Route General Headquarters in one fell swoop."

"Yoxi, we are at the headquarters of the military region, waiting for the good news that Taro Taro Taro of the imperial army has successfully returned."

"Hi...don't worry, general, we will guarantee to complete the task."

As night fell and the sky gradually darkened, the Japanese special forces detachment was divided into two groups and set off towards the east and west. Each of them wore a green steel helmet and a round cap with big ears, carried a small boxy salute scroll, and held a handful of German guns in both hands. Type submachine guns, with grenades stuck side by side in the cloth pockets on the waistbands, fully armed with bowed waists, galloping with bowed short legs, the crowd ran and bumped forward at full speed.

When the two devil special teams in the east and west were passing through Yucun and Dabie Mountain at the same time, they were blocked by the independent regiment and the guerrillas. Flying horizontally, the bullet pierced through the body and made a muffled sound, and a soldier swayed forward and backward and fell to sacrifice.

As soon as gunshots rang out from the east and west sides, our Eighth Route Army garrison troops were alarmed. The little devil’s operation had already failed at the very beginning. Dai Dian quickly evacuated.

In the direction of Lijiazhuang, the general headquarters of our Anti-Japanese Military Region was brightly lit. More than a dozen people stood around the long table and circled the map. He fell to the ground with a loud crash, and hurriedly walked over with his hands behind his back, grinning and baring his teeth, panting and shouting angrily...

"What independent regiment, fart! I think he is making dough. It's a completely stupid command. A regiment was beaten to the ground by a devil and a small team. Such a regiment leader arranges to feed the animals."

"Go and withdraw the regiment leader to Lao Tzu!"

"Yes…"

"There is also the guerrilla brigade of the military division. From now on, the army is alone in the enemy's rear. The two divisions and regiments of the little devils have not been defeated. Half a year ago, the two reinforcements of the devils were disabled. How can this steely team become dough now? , Get down as soon as you are beaten by the devil squad.”

"Go, give me the guerrilla captain of the military division."

"Yes…"

The deputy commander rested his hands on the table, glanced at the map, sighed deeply and said...

"We have to find someone to reorganize our independent regiment and the army's guerrilla brigade. We can't just collapse like this."

"Vice boss, you are right, those who want to rule the army must first choose generals,"

The deputy commander walked to the window with his hands behind his back, pondered for a while, then turned around and shouted...

"Li Yunlong and Wang Dahao, where are they?"

"Report, the two punishments imposed on him by the headquarters have not been lifted. The two of them are still in the military clothing factory in the border area, and they are the factory directors."

"Go, tell him the two different embroidered flowers, what kind of garlic do you put on one by one, and immediately order Li Yunlong to serve as the head of the independent regiment for me, and order Wang Dahao to reinstate Lao Tzu as the team officer, and let me carry the steel-like team from now on. stand up."

"Yes…"

(End of this chapter)