Outside Wanjia Town, the soldiers of the sword-drawing team and the Independent Regiment were trembling with the cold.

"Damn it, it was quite warm a few days ago, but today I was so cold that I was dying!"

Zhang Dabiao, behind the bunker, put down the squad machine gun in his hand, sniffed a few breaths of heat in his hands, and touched his frozen ears and complained.

“It’s hard to wear in February and August.”

Wang Yu said, but his eyes looked at the city walls and fortresses of Wanjia Town in the distance, carefully estimating the opponent's troops and firepower arrangements.

Because the Japanese implemented the iron wall encirclement tactic, the Eighth Route Army's defense line had to shrink, and the main forces tightened together to prevent the Japanese from defeating one by one.

The Independent Regiment was ordered to station on the flanks of the headquarters to ensure the safety of many Eighth Route Army generals, including the Deputy Commander-in-Chief.

Therefore, when Wang Yu proposed the idea of ​​attacking Wanjia Town, he was strongly opposed by political commissar Zhao Gang.

Due to the retreat of the defense line, the Independent Regiment was no longer in Yangcun. The current station was too far from Wanjia Town and was completely unsuitable for long-distance raids.

Although the cavalry company of the Independent Regiment has been training for a few months, Li Yunlong still couldn't bear to unshelf the sword, not to mention that fighting Wanjia Town is a tough battle, and the cavalry is completely useless.

In addition to the Japanese blockade, the large-scale troops were dispatched very eye-catching and would definitely be discovered by the Japanese, so this is not the best time to attack Wanjia Town.

But Li Yunlong couldn't sit still. Although he knew what Zhao Gang said was reasonable, he thought so, but when he heard that there were two Italian cannons in Wanjia Town and three 150 mm mortars, he was in a bad mood.

For three days, Lao Li was so worried about tea and food that he couldn't think of. He scratched his ears and faces all day long and couldn't sit and stand still.

In Zhao Gang's words, you are now like the Sun Monkey King who lost his master!

Finally, he could not resist Li Yunlong's soft and hard support and Wang Yu's promise, and Zhao Gang agreed that Wang Yu would take a company of troops to sneak attack Wanjia Town.

Although Li and Zhao had already divided their labour, one in charge of military affairs and the other in charge of life, they had been in a mess after drinking a few times and put on pairs of pants, so most of the matter was discussed, and Li Yunlong no longer did some secret activities behind his back.

A petite figure flipped into the trench, hugged his waist and came to Wang Yu. It was the scout Chen Lan.

After a month of cultivation, her injuries have been healed, and she will not let go of anything she said in this battle.

"The puppet army has more posts than before. There are ten steps below the city wall and there are no less than twenty patrol teams, so they are very cautious."

Listening to Chen Lan's report, Wang Yu nodded and smiled:

"It seems that this Golden Biao was scared by our previous times and had so many guard posts."

Zhang Dabiao sneered:

"No matter how severe the guard is, they will be a group of soft-boys. If they fight later, they will be sure to run away."

"Be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship!"

Wang Yu reminded that the Eighth Mixed Brigade had at least 1,000 troops, and they had less than 200 people. If it were any normal force, this battle would not be fought.

Less than 200 people went to attack the garrison of more than 1,000 people. The latter not only had many fortifications, but even its equipment was better than the former. If anyone else saw it, it would be impossible to fight this battle.

However, Wang Yu has a sword-bright team under his command, which is a team that is almost a demon in this generation.

The Eighth Mixed Brigade of the Imperial Army is not as fierce as the Japanese, but more like a plate of loose sand, a loose sand loaded in the iron gate.

The sword-drawing team only needs to turn into a sharp blade and poke a hole in the iron bucket. The loose sand will naturally pour out automatically.

Wang Yu raised his head and looked at the sky. The sun had already set in the west and said:

"When it's dark, the sword team will follow me to touch it and rush out a hole in the city gate, and the rest of the people will rush in!"

...

The headquarters of the 8th Mixed Brigade of the Imperial Army has now become the Japanese command center. The highest commander is the third middle officer of the Heiditsuki. He was the second squadron leader of the 13th Battalion of the 4th Independence Japanese Army. He was ordered to cooperate with the 8th Mixed Brigade of the Imperial Army to station in Wanjia Town.

It was said that it was cooperation, but everyone knew that the squadron of Heidi Teng Kusan was here to monitor and inspect the Eighth Mixed Brigade of the Imperial Army.

Not long ago, a large number of medicines were stolen by the Eighth Route Army in Wanjia Town, and even the Imperial Army of a battalion surrendered to the Eighth Route Army. Later, even the cavalry battalion was taken out by the Eighth Route Army. This made Major General Humura, the leader of the Independent Fourth Brigade stationed on the Zhengtai Line, furious. He immediately dispatched a squadron to inspect the Eighth Mixed Brigade of the Imperial Army.

In the command center, Kuroto Ritsuko wearing a pair of thick glasses, holding a long brush in one hand, lying on the table, clumsyly describing something on the paper.

Next to Heideng Guisan, there was a guy with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek. It was Captain Jia Guier, who was known as "curves the country".

At this moment, Jia Gui narrowed his cross-eyed eyes and looked at the concentrating Heitian Gusan who was drawing with a smile. While opening the folding fan in his hand, he kept fanning the latter's wind, and every move was full of flattery.

With the thigh of Hei Teng, Jia Guier was at its peak in Wanjia Town. Even Huang Jinbiao, the commander of the Eighth Mixed Brigade who used to bully him, had to give in to him.

Therefore, Jia Guier was serving Heideng Guisan with all her heart and strength, wishing she could serve as her own father.

No, in Jia Guier's words, I'm not so good to my own father!

Hei Teng Kuisan's hand holding the brush was trembling with cold, and his other hand twitched to his mouth, sniffed a few breaths of heat to relieve his numb palms.

"Ah, cut~"

Kurotomi Kurosan couldn't help but sneeze, but saw the fan in Jia Gui's hand beside him happy, which made him angry.

"Captain Jia, is your ground hot?" Kurotori asked in broken Chinese.

Jia Gui had no idea what the deep meaning of Hei Tenggui’s three chapters meant at all, but replied with a smile:

"Taijun, it's not hot, I still feel a little cold!"

As he said that, Jia Guiwei showed that his words and deeds were consistent, and he tucked the cotton jacket tightly with one hand, but his other hand still slapped the cold wind on the black vine.

"Then you feel cold, why do you still fan me?" The muscles on Heideng's face twitched slightly. If he hadn't known that the dog's legs were in a stubborn mind in front of him, he would have drawn out a forty-meter-long sword and chopped off this dog's goddamn.

"So, I didn't fan myself, but I fanned you Taijun!" Jia Gui replied subconsciously, and the fan got closer.

"Baga!"

Hei Tenggu slammed on his head and slapped Jia Guier hard.

The fan in Jia Gui's hand came out of his hand, and he turned around in place, then sat on the ground, feeling dizzy and his eyes were filled with stars.

"Kiyoshita, why are you?"

Jia Guier didn't know what she had done wrong, so she covered her slap's cheek with one hand and asked in a crying voice.

"You feel cold, will you feel hot?" Hei Teng asked with a grudge against the iron.

Jia Gui'er said aggrievedly: "I did nothing, of course I was cold. Taijun, you have been writing these words for almost half an hour, so you must have worked so hard that you sweated heavily!"

Upon hearing this, Hei Tenggujiu San loved and hated Jia Guier.
Chapter completed!