Wang Zhengyi frowned deeply after listening to Zhang Dadai's description of the Eighth Route Army. His security army lost two platoons in a short period of time. Although the security army under his jurisdiction was called a battalion, it actually had less than 100 people.

Of the three hundred people, one-fifth was lost in a short period of time.

Little devil, no, the Imperial Army has been mobilized frequently recently, and the Eighth Route Army has also made changes. This is not a good sign. There must be something wrong. In the past two days, he has been busy welcoming a small group of the Imperial Army to station in Fenghe, and he has not taken time out.

Let’s ask Zhang Dadai about the specific situation of this Eighth Route Army.

Although he bears the title of the number one traitor here, in the eyes of the big shots, no one takes him seriously, so he can only rely on his own analysis and guessing of the trends of all parties. This is the tragedy of the little guy, he must find every way

alive.

Zhang Yunfei didn't know that Wang Zhengyi was inquiring about the situation of their unit. Even if he knew, it didn't matter. They were fifty or sixty miles away from Fenghe River, so there wouldn't be much interaction between them.

He felt uncomfortable when there were casualties in the army, but he also knew that soldiers who did not control the troops with kindness and iron-clad camps would encounter more and more soldiers killed in the future. He had to get used to it, get used to cruel war, and get used to it at any time.

Someone was killed.

In any case, Zhang Yunfei felt a lot more relaxed when he returned to Zhangzhuang. At least the third platoon of them would not have to fight for a while, and they could at least live in peace for a while.

Just as he was thinking this, Huzi rushed in front of Zhang Yunfei and said out of breath: "Platoon leader, no... it's not good, the ghost... the ghost is here."

Pa, Zhang Yunfei gave himself a big mouth. He was so mouthy that Li Qi died quickly.

"Platoon leader, why did you hit yourself in the mouth?"

"Oh, there are mosquitoes. What nonsense are they? Where are the devils? How many are there?"

"I don't know. The sentry came back to report the news. He ran too fast and just said that the Japanese were coming and fainted."

"Inform the village chief and the person in charge of the farmers' association here and ask them to quickly organize the villagers to evacuate. Huzi quickly goes to inform everyone and prepare to fight."

Zhang Yunfei frowned deeply. Japs had never come here before, but now they came inexplicably. You must know that the Japs have not yet launched a large-scale public security campaign in the occupied areas, which is what people often call raids. I don’t know.

Why did these devils come into the mountains?

The third platoon assembled quickly, and the sentry who had fainted after running too fast also woke up. Subsequent information was also passed on. The Japanese came from the southwest, and there were about seventy or eighty people in number.

This is even more puzzling. The southwest direction is deep in the mountains. Why do these little devils have so much time to do? Are they going for an outing in the mountains?

No matter what, the third platoon of them was really unlucky to meet these little devils. Seventy or eighty people may not be considered a big deal in those dramas, but this is reality. There is really no guarantee that there will be no one or two hundred people.

Zhang Yunfei knew that his third platoon could not defeat these little devils. If he were replaced by puppet troops, he might still be able to fight.

Zhang Yunfei was puzzled and led three platoons to quickly run towards the mountain ridge to the southwest. He climbed to the mountain ridge covertly and took out his telescope. This telescope was captured from the last attack on the artillery tower. Unfortunately, one of the tubes had been captured.

It was damaged and can only be used as a single tube.

Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, in the valley on the southwest side of the mountain ridge, a team of seventy or eighty Japanese soldiers were walking. What made Zhang Yunfei feel a little weird was that this group of Japanese soldiers looked a little embarrassed, as if they were really climbing over the mountains.

As if coming.

The direction they were traveling was towards Zhangzhuang, so there was no other way. This battle had to be fought, and it had to be fought if it couldn't be won.

The Eighth Route Army is a soldier of the common people. It cannot abandon the common people and run away. Once it abandons the common people, it is like abandoning the soul of its own army.

This kind of fighting was not what Zhang Yunfei expected, but it was necessary to fight, at least to delay it for a while, to buy some time for the people to evacuate.

"Grandma, where did these little devils come from?" Cui Jiawang's eyes almost dropped when he saw the scene in the valley.

"Stop talking nonsense and prepare to block. We must try to kill as many as possible before the other party reacts, otherwise we will all have to admit that we are here this time."

There were too many Japs, so Zhang Yunfei didn't expect his own men to stop them. He only hoped to kill more Japs by surprise, flatten the gap between the two sides, and then attract them to pursue his third platoon.

Later generations of film and television works like to depict the Japanese as extremely stupid, but in fact it is the screenwriters who are stupid. Japanese officers generally begin to receive military training at the age of seven or eight, with more than eight years of military training and five years of formal military school training.

How could there be any idiots among the talents selected through such layers of selection and examination? Even if you are a quick-track officer, you will need to study in military school for more than a year.

The same is true for the Japanese army commanders and sergeants, who give priority to ordinary college students and veterans with rich combat experience. Neither of these two types of people are stupid.

The probability of expecting the Japanese to be stupid is hopelessly low in reality. Although this group of Japanese soldiers looks quite embarrassed, they are still very organized in their marching. Once attacked, they can instantly organize to fight back.

The more Zhang Yunfei observed, the heavier he felt.

This battle is not easy to fight. Maybe most of the three platoons will fall here this time. Zhang Yunfei will not be stupid enough to fight with the Japanese. However, it is necessary to severely damage the enemy first, otherwise they will not be able to escape when they retreat.

That's the tragedy of the Japs. It's not a good thing to be stuck by the Japs.

Zhang Yunfei began to issue orders and inspected their defense situation. He inspected very seriously and solemnly. Maybe the place where many people are staying now will be their burial place. Once they retreat, they will not be able to take away their comrades.

Their bodies can only be left lying in the place where they fought.

Wangshan was desperate. Although it looked like the Japanese were very close, they were actually quite far away. They still had to walk for at least half an hour to reach the mountain ridge where they chose to ambush.

At this time, the people of Zhangzhuang dragged their families and began to relocate urgently. The little devil came into the mountain not just to enjoy the scenery, but to kill people.

Now everyone knows that the little devil has caused countless murders in the surrounding villages, and is no longer stupidly unwilling to move.

These days, food is the most important thing. With food, you can survive. So the people hurriedly packed up. The most important thing was to bring food and help the old and young to leave the village. Seeing them evacuate quickly, Zhang Yunfei felt relieved and put down his hands.

Observing the village through a telescope, it feels uncomfortable to turn a blind eye for a long time.
Chapter completed!