May 28, 1939, the tenth day of the lunar calendar, 11 o'clock at night, on the east bank of the Xiang River.
A group of more than 30 people was divided into three action teams and entered the camp from around the Japanese camp.
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More than an hour later, a series of explosions occurred in the Japanese camp.
Zhou Weiguo was in a good mood as he watched the huge explosion in the dark night on the hill.
Basically, after this explosion, the Japanese will become much weaker if they want to attack the West Bank, and they will need to reconsider and not be unscrupulous.
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"Nani? Where did the explosion happen?" A Japanese lieutenant general was awakened by the explosion, "What happened?"
"Hi!" At this time, a Japanese soldier lowered his head and said, "Your Excellency, division commander, there have been explosions throughout the camp."
"Why did it explode?"
"Smithson." At this time, the distance between this Japanese soldier and the Japanese lieutenant general was very close.
"Wait a minute! Who are you?" The Japanese lieutenant general suddenly woke up and looked at the face in front of him that he was not very familiar with.
"The person who wants your life." Liu San said in Japanese, and then the military thorn in his right hand quickly inserted into the neck of the Japanese lieutenant general.
"You..." The Japanese lieutenant general struggled desperately, but gradually lost his strength and kept his eyes open, refusing to close his eyes.
Later, General Liu San wiped the thorn he pulled out on the Japanese army and left the camp with a smile. Because there were three Japanese divisions here and there were so many camps, they could not find which camp belonged to the Japanese lieutenant general.
He could first alert the enemy, find out the location of the Japanese Lieutenant General's division commander, and then assassinate him.
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On the west bank of the Xianghe River, Zhang Zizhong was also awakened by the explosion.
"Where's the explosion!" Zhang Zizhong had just slept with his clothes on, but he was awakened by the huge explosion, which sounded as if it was right next to his ears, making him very worried.
"Commander, there's an explosion over there!" A soldier ran in and said, "It's such a big explosion, it feels like the entire Japanese camp has been blown up!"
"What?" Zhang Zizhong was surprised. At this time, when he contacted the afternoon telegram and the familiar combat methods, he suddenly thought of Zhou Weiguo.
"Now there are only fires left in the Japs camp, and there are still audible wails and screams!" The soldier who reported the report looked excited. The Japs seemed to have suffered a great loss, so much that it was questionable whether they could attack them tomorrow.
"Go out and have a look!" Zhang Zizhong immediately got off the bed, put on his shoes quickly, and walked out of his tent. What caught his eyes was the blazing fire, which made Zhang Zizhong feel very comfortable, "It must be Weiguo."
In the afternoon, he noticed the unusual bombing at the Japanese camp. He originally guessed that it was Weiguo, but now that he was more familiar with the fighting method, he dared to confirm that it must be Zhou Weiguo. After all, in China, especially in the country, it was Zhou Weiguo.
Only Zhou Weiguo owns the war team.
"Commander, can the Japanese attack again tomorrow?" a soldier asked Zhang Zizhong. This soldier also heard the explosion and walked out of the camp.
Zhang Zizhong turned around, looked at these lovely soldiers, smiled, and said, "I guess we can't fight. The Japs' losses this time are at least two-thirds."
"Commander, does that mean we have won?" Another soldier asked expectantly.
"I don't know whether we will win or not," Zhang Zizhong said, "It's just that no matter what, our pressure will be much less tomorrow! Moreover, our heroes will definitely come to see us tomorrow!"
"Very good!"
But Zhang Zizhong clenched his fists. Such an opportunity was actually difficult to grasp. If possible, he wanted to lead a group of soldiers to rush across the river now to deal with the remaining Japs. However, the battles in the past few days have
When he came down, his soldiers had almost run out of ammunition. They went to ask for supplies, but only got a little bit back. No matter what, although he wanted to hold on to his position, under the current situation, he was not willing to take away the soldiers' money.
Fight for your life. But the opportunity is right in front of you!
"Come here, gather all the ammunition and guns, and choose 2,000 soldiers to cross the Xianghe River eastward with me to kill the Japanese! We must ensure that each soldier has 100 rounds of ammunition!" Zhang Zizhong said immediately.
"Yes!" The soldier next to him responded.
"Commander, I'll go with you!"
"Commander, I'm going too!"
"Commander, take me with you!"
Zhang Zizhong looked at the soldiers in front of him and then smiled, "Although we are going to harvest the heads of Japanese soldiers, there is still danger. Brothers who are injured, please take good care of your injuries first. When the injuries are healed, I will wait for you to go!"
"commander!"
At 1 o'clock in the morning on May 29, Zhang Zizhong led 2,000 people, crossed the Xianghe River eastward, and began to pursue and kill the remaining Japanese.
It turned out that the Japs of three divisions had lost more than 3,000 people in the battles with Zhang Zizhong's troops in the past few days. Now, an explosion has directly lost nearly two-thirds of the soldiers. And, most importantly, there are no Japs anymore.
The morale of Zhang Zizhong's troops is at a peak.
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"Your Excellency, Division Commander, Your Excellency, Division Commander, the Chinese are coming!" A Japanese soldier said loudly. Seeing that there was still no sound in the camp, he was surprised and did not dare to open the camp door. However, the situation was really urgent.
, then the soldier entered the camp.
"Your Excellency, Division Commander!" A cry came from the camp!
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"Come with me!" Zhang Zizhong led 2,000 soldiers, quickly crossed the Xianghe River, and began to rush into the Japanese camp.
"clatter!"
"Snapped!"
"clatter!"
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"Attack!" the Japanese soldiers who were not injured shouted and immediately began to block the attack on the spot.
Although, at this time, the camp was still filled with wailing and flames.
Zhang Zizhong, with a pistol on his back and a broadsword in his right hand, quickly charged among the Japanese troops.
"Kill!"
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"Master, the national army on the west bank has sent troops!" Lei Dingtian said to Zhou Weiguo, "You have seized the opportunity very well!"
"Of course, that is Zhang Zizhong." Zhou Weiguo said with a smile, "Not to mention that he has experienced hundreds of battles, and he has not fought against the Japanese once or twice. It is not surprising that he can seize the opportunity. If he does not seize this opportunity, I will
That would be weird."
"That's true." Lei Dingtian smiled and said, "However, in this way, their crisis is actually relieved."
"Yeah, let's see how many Japs they can kill." Zhou Weiguo said immediately.
"Master, do you want me to take my brothers to fight?" Lei Dingtian asked.
"If you want to go, go ahead." Zhou Weiguo said, "It would be good to help them."
"Okay, I'll organize it right away."
"Um."
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Early morning on May 29th.
Zhou Weiguo went down the mountain and stood on the Japanese camp.
Looking at the scene in front of him, he raised his eyebrows. In the camp, Japanese corpses could be seen everywhere, some were burned, some were shot to death, and some were split in half with machetes.
"Brother Weiguo!" A voice came from afar.
"Brother Xin Chen!" Zhou Weiguo looked at the visitor and said with a smile.
