The dozen or so puppet soldiers who were about to catch Wei Dayong were instantly knocked down by four of them. The other puppet soldiers didn't even have the courage to resist. Seeing that the situation was not going well, they turned around and ran for their lives, not even caring about the wounded man who fell on the ground.
"Brother, Ergouzi has been beaten away by us, you can come out!" Huang Yu stood seven or eight meters away and shouted to Wei Dayong behind the stone.
"Hello, sir..." Seeing Huang Yu followed by a large group of soldiers, with the lowest status being the platoon leader, Wei Dayong subconsciously saluted him.
"I am a sergeant in the 27th Division. Thank you, sir, for saving my life!"
"This place is too close to the Japanese stronghold, so it's not a place to talk. Let's chat while retreating!" Huang Yu returned the military salute.
After Chao Wei Dayong announced his identity, he followed the script of "Bright Sword" and asked curiously.
"Brother, it seems that the 27th Division has evacuated Shanxi a long time ago. Why are you still here and being chased by more than a dozen idiots?"
"I'm ashamed to say it!" Wei Dayong said with an embarrassed look.
"Brother, I was unfortunately captured on the battlefield and imprisoned in the Zhuma Village stronghold!"
"A few days ago, a different batch of little Japs came to the stronghold, and they even used prisoners of war to train soldiers..."
"I took advantage of the chaos and killed a Japanese officer, snatched his pistol, killed two guards, and ran out over the wall!"
"If the commander hadn't appeared in time, brother, I would have been killed here by the dozen or so Japanese soldiers who just escaped!"
"You escaped from a prisoner of war camp alone, so you must be very skilled!" Huang Yu gave a thumbs up to Wei Dayong with a look of admiration on his face.
"I practiced kung fu before I joined the army. I will definitely be able to kill three or four Japanese with my bare hands!" Wei Dayong was very confident in his skills, but he soon showed an embarrassed expression on his face.
"Just bad luck!"
"Being stunned by a cannonball on the battlefield and being captured before I could fight with the Japanese... How embarrassing!"
Huang Yu shook his head and comforted: "This is nothing to be ashamed of!"
"We all stumble at times. The worst we can do is kill a few more Japanese in the future."
"By the way, you just said that a group of very powerful Japs came to the Zhuma Village stronghold. Tell us what a powerful trick you have!"
Huang Yu was already certain in his heart that the training camp of the Yamamoto Special Forces he was looking for was in Zhuma Village, but his soldiers did not know and could not rely on their own judgment to report to the regiment leader.
He decided to find real evidence from Wei Dayong's mouth.
"These Japs are very powerful!" Wei Dayong introduced what he saw without reservation.
"Wearing a tactical vest and armed with a submachine gun and a Mauser pistol, he is very skilled!"
"I had a brother who fought with them before I escaped!"
"That brother is a martial artist. Normally, three ordinary devils may not be able to get close to him. But in the end, he couldn't even last ten rounds against these devils... What a pity for such a powerful hero!"
"Platoon leader, Brother Wei must be talking about the little devils we met in Yangcun!" Zhong Chengjun suddenly interrupted.
Huang Yu nodded to show that he knew, stared at Wei Dayong and continued to ask: "How many people are there in this gang of devils?"
"Less than fifty! We just came to the Zhuma Village stronghold a few days ago. They conducted live-fire training at the training ground at dawn. They also let the prisoners of war accompany them to train. They were ruthless and they hardly regarded the prisoners of war as human beings!" Wei Dayong continued
introduce.
After saying that, he stared at Zhong Chengjun and asked, "Have you ever fought against these Japs?"
"They have very strong fighting power. I don't think the 27th Division can even take advantage of them. Your Eighth Route Army has poor equipment, insufficient ammunition, and is not as good as any other army. It must have suffered a lot in the battle!"
Huang Yu has not yet begun to recruit Wei Dayong, but from this sentence it can be seen that Wei Dayong despises the Eighth Route Army from the bottom of his heart.
If the independent group does not have the strength, the possibility of successfully recruiting him is almost zero.
An idea came to his mind as soon as his eyes rolled. He pointed at the submachine gun hanging in Zhong Chengjun's arms and said, "Brother Wei, don't you think the submachine gun on Deputy Platoon Leader Zhong is familiar to you?"
Wei Dayong was the squad leader of the sergeant in the 27th Division. It was a first-class main division with very good equipment. He had seen far more weapons and equipment than ordinary soldiers.
After staring at the submachine gun for three seconds, he showed an envious expression: "This is the MP38 submachine gun made in Germany. I have seen it before in the tax police group. It has strong firepower, long range, and is a very difficult gun to use. At that time, our division was
I wanted to spend a lot of money to buy a batch of these submachine guns to equip the guard camps, but I couldn't even find a channel."
"Your Eighth Route Army is worse than a miscellaneous army. Where did you get such good equipment?"
"Think again, where have you seen this kind of submachine gun before?" Huang Yu continued to ask.
The envious expression on Wei Dayong's face slowly turned into shock. He slapped his head violently and shouted: "Japanese prisoner of war camp!"
"I just saw it there!"
"The dozens of Japanese soldiers trained with prisoners of war are all equipped with this kind of submachine gun!"
"Sir, the submachine guns you are equipped with were not captured from these devils, were they?"
"You are really right!" Huang Yu said proudly.
"The gang of Japs you saw at the Zhuma Village stronghold are the new special forces of the Japanese army. Each team member is an elite carefully selected from tens of thousands of Japs. They are equipped with automatic firearms and have very strong combat effectiveness."
"But our Eighth Route Army is more powerful!"
"The Japanese special forces were so desperate that they raided the independent regiment stationed in Yangcun and attacked Tai Sui!"
"Our Eighth Route Army is a team dedicated to fighting the Japanese. We will definitely not let them succeed."
"After a bloody battle, the independent regiment killed more than 40 Japanese special forces with the loss of one company. All the submachine guns in our hands were seized from them."
"Those Japs you met at the Zhuma Village stronghold are probably not really special forces!"
"After the Japanese special forces were severely damaged by us, they are in urgent need of new members!"
"They should be new members who are about to replenish the special forces! Through prisoner-of-war training, they can quickly improve their combat effectiveness and become qualified special forces members, and replenish the troops as soon as possible!"
"Hiss..." Wei Dayong took a breath and exclaimed.
"You Eighth Route Army are really so powerful, you're not bragging to me!"
"The Japs trained at the Zhuma Village stronghold are so powerful, but the little Japs who officially join the special forces are even more powerful!"
"How can you possibly win with the shabby equipment of your Eighth Route Army!"
"These equipment cannot be fake!" Seeing that Wei Dayong still didn't believe it, Huang Yu pointed at the submachine gun on Zhong Chengjun and asked.
"You division commanders can't even buy such a good submachine gun, and our Eighth Route Army certainly can't buy it either...the only way left is to seize it!"
Wei Dayong couldn't think of a reason to refute, so he could only nod his head, but he still didn't believe it was true. He continued to stick to his original opinion: "What you said makes sense, but I still don't believe that the Eighth Route Army has such a strong combat effectiveness!"
