After repeatedly confirming that the enemy would not attack again in a short period of time, Zhang Yunfei sat next to Zhu Cheunger for a while.

Zhu Cheunger was much embarrassed than him. His clothes were cut by the bayonets of the puppet army, and they were almost convinced by Geely.

Fortunately, he was wearing a cotton jacket, which was a little buffering and had no flesh. If he was wearing a single dress, he would probably have a lot of color.

At this time, he was tearing up a piece of cotton from a puppet army's winter clothes and stuffing it into the hole that was pierced.

Due to the shortage of resources, the Eighth Route Army's winter clothes were actually not very thick. After a fierce battle, they were soaked in sweat again. When the wind blew, the heart was cool.

Especially in the hole, I always feel the cold wind rushing straight into it, like a sword, so I have to stuff it with cotton.

They pulled out a lot of puppet troops' clothes, but they could only wear them at this time. Once the battle was fought, they had to throw them away. The battlefield only recognized clothes but not people. Who has time to identify your face when the battle was tense?

Taking advantage of the time now, it is reliable to save my military uniform.

"Lao Zhang, what's the situation?" Zhu Shulang asked.

"Well, I probably won't come in a short time, they are in trouble." Zhang Yunfei whispered.

"These guys are endless. Do you think we can hold on until dark?"

Zhang Yunfei was silent. It was hard to say. The combat effectiveness of the puppet army was relatively poor, but it didn’t mean there was no such thing as many ants, and even more ants could kill the elephant.

The good thing that surrenders when they see the Eighth Route Army is scared and surrenders does not exist in reality. The situation of their team is not good now.

They wanted to find reinforcements to support and support but couldn't find them. Their troops were like a checkpoint hanging alone, and the nearest friendly forces were also a hundred miles away.

Far water cannot relieve intimate thirst. They can only rely on themselves and have to hold on to the ones that cannot be held.

"Fortunately, we have seeds sowed out." Zhang Yunfei sighed.

Even if they all died here in battle, their New South Detachment would not be destroyed. At most, they would just change the captain and political commissar.

If a person dies, he will not be able to escape his title as the first detachment captain. Maybe he will be able to hang it on the wall of the military exhibition hall in the future. But unfortunately, he seems to have not left any photos or something, otherwise he can achieve the achievement of hanging photos on the wall.

Zhu Cheung-lang could only smile bitterly when Zhang Yunfei said this. Zhu Yuanwu was a businessman and was the best at calculating profits. If everyone died, what's the point of thinking about other things?

Zhang Yunfei and Zhu Cheolang were looking forward to... well, they were considering their own affairs and making the worst plans. At this time, Li Jianfeng was also considering his own interests.

Judging from the current situation, they have killed and injured the Eighth Route Army's living forces, and at least half of the Eighth Route Army's troops.

However, his security army also suffered huge casualties, almost half of them were killed. If all the Eighth Route Army were killed, would it be necessary to consume the remaining half of the troops?

Of course, the account is not calculated like this. After all, the Eighth Route Army forces and ammunition consume a lot, and it will not really consume all the remaining troops.

However, if you want to wipe out this stubborn Eighth Route Army, you will be able to consume a lot of money, even if you lose half of it.

What is the difference between the power in his hands and the platoon leader of the ordinary security army? How to suppress the rebellious people within the security army at that time, the remaining troops are no longer as powerful as that bastard Wang Zhengyi.

For him, whether to eliminate the Eighth Route Army is secondary, and whether he can maintain his current power and status is the most important thing.

I am so lucky that I have worked hard to work hard for Taijun. Is it just to fight with the Eighth Route Army, die together, and then become nothing, and finally be kicked out.

This is his big crisis. He has no doubt that many people want to pull him off, but his position is a poor person and he has gone there.

This has touched his interests. Whoever touches is his enemy, and even Taijun cannot succeed. Li Jianfeng is considering how to kill Miura Yohei.

Unfortunately, in full view of everyone, he had no chance to attack, and he did not dare to act on others. As for the same thing, he had too many enemies and could not leave any handle.

The best way is to die at the hands of the Eighth Route Army, so no one can say anything.

But Miura is so coquettish, but in fact he is very fond of life. He doesn't have the spirit of leading by example like other Taijun. Otherwise, there would be a hundred ways to kill him.

This guy regarded himself as the commander-in-chief, far away from the front line, and only observed the battle situation from afar, which was difficult to deal with.

At this moment, whether it was Zhang Yunfei from the mountain or Li Jianfeng from the foot of the mountain, they didn't know that a group of people were quietly touching them behind them.

Even Zhang Yunfei felt that he was isolated and helpless, and the puppet army would not have thought that there were reinforcements from the Eighth Route Army.

In the rear, the puppet troops were still very relaxed in their guard and fought for an afternoon of battle. Now it was time to prepare dinner.

The world is big, and the food is the biggest, and why is it to kill life and death? Isn’t it just for one bite?

The puppet army sentry smelling the scent of rice behind him placed the rifle next to the tree, and stomped his feet and thought, would those starving ghosts leave some for themselves?

In other words, they can only eat white rice during wartime. Don’t even think about it. It would be nice to eat anything that can be eaten. Thinking about the fragrant crystal clear white rice, he swallowed and spitted out when he was cold and hungry.

Just as he lamented that he was unlucky, he was sent out to keep watch at this time. The guns and cannons in this place have been firing for most of the day. Who dares to come to this place?

The bored sentry leaned on the big tree and sighed that he had missed the meal time. When one hand suddenly covered his mouth from behind the big tree, a sharp knife cut his throat hard. His idea of ​​eating a meal of white rice may never be realized.

After killing the sentry, the person who took action waved his hand. Behind him, more than a dozen people carrying rifles and carrying bayonets appeared. They quickly dispersed and carefully touched the puppet army positions more than ten meters away.

These puppet troops were brought by Li Jianfeng. They all came from New Taipei marching. They were dragged to the battlefield for a long time when they came. The day was consumed a lot and they were exhausted physically and mentally. Now they could eat white rice and canned meat. These are all the treatments of Taijun, and they didn't dare to think about it.

Now they can enjoy it, and they are so happy. Their whole body is focused on the food, and they are afraid that they will be snatched away by others as soon as they slow down.

They did not notice the group of enemies rushing behind them, or some people noticed someone behind them, and they only thought they were food robbers running like themselves, and they squeezed forward even more anxiously, and they would have no food to eat any slower.

These armed men who rushed over were obviously well-trained and were all wearing people's clothes that were easy to move.

If one of them hadn't been wearing an Eighth Route Army cap, their fierce aura would not look like the Eighth Route Army guerrillas.

They had a clear division of labor. Before the group of puppet soldiers could react, they were covered by their mouths and the bayonets penetrated their chests neatly. The puppet military police position was solved without a single shot.

After taking the position, the group quickly changed into the military uniforms of the puppet army and began to leap towards the position of the puppet army. Behind them, a group of people holding various guns appeared again, and some even had machine guns.
Chapter completed!