Time travel! Regrets will never happen again!

As soon as Feng Jian and other main officers of the guerrillas entered the tent, they felt a rush of hot air and the smell of meat.

The charming meaty aroma, thinking that it had been a long time since they smelled such sweet and delicious food.

"Come on! Sit down!"

Shen Mengdan pulled Feng Jian to sit down by the stove, and then personally served each of them a bowl of broth with a lot of oil floating in it. There were obviously several pieces of fat and lean meat at the bottom of the turbid broth.

They were no longer polite. They hadn't eaten such delicious and sweet food for a long time. They took the bowls and started to eat with big mouthfuls.

He ate so voraciously that the corners of his mouth twitched from the burns of the broth, but he was unwilling to put down the bowl of soup.

"Come on, don't worry, there's plenty in the pot, plenty, I'll help you get more!"

Shen Mengdan seemed to be constantly shuttling between several people, adding a bowl of meat to him from time to time, and a bowl of soup to the person next to him.

However, Feng Jian and others did not notice that Shen Mengdandan's expression had begun to change slowly. Her originally bright smile had now turned into a sneer.

The more than one hundred soldiers were invited into warm tents and drank the broth with added ingredients prepared for them.

Yes, all the broths were added with knockout drugs. That's a full five kilograms of knockout drugs, and it was all prepared for these guys.

At this moment, around the camp that Feng Jian and others could not see, the soldiers from the first and second battalions of the third regiment were already ready for battle.

They were the second line of defense. If the drugging was discovered, the first and second battalions lurking in the surroundings would immediately launch an attack.

The Third Regiment of the Imperial Army, a force of nearly a thousand people participating in the mopping-up operation, is not even inferior to the regular Japanese troops in terms of equipment alone.

At most, we are inferior in artillery, there is nothing we can do about it!

Now Wang Chun didn't dare to exchange the heavy artillery in advance no matter what. Not to mention that the Japanese would definitely investigate the origin of the artillery after seeing it.

Even with such poor logistical transportation capabilities, it is impossible to transport artillery weighing several tons into the mountains and forests.

There are now quite a few weapons that are easy to carry and transport, such as mortars and rocket launchers.

At this moment, outside the camp, a total of 12 mortars were lined up in a row, ready to attack the camp at any time.

After drinking three bowls of meat soup in succession, Feng Jian finally felt a little full in his stomach. Just when he was about to get up and have another bowl of delicious meat soup.

He found that his legs seemed a little weak, as if they were out of control. He could not take a step and had no strength to move.

Moreover, his brain seemed to have slowed down a lot. Only then did he notice that several of his subordinates who had been talking and laughing just now were now like him, as if they were drunk and confused.

The chief of staff of the Third Regiment disappeared into the tent at some point.

"Oh no! We've fallen into a trap!" This was the only answer in Captain Feng's mind.

But at this moment, someone beside him had already fallen to the ground with a thud, and he just fell straight down and never got up again.

Feng Jian struggled to move his right hand, which was becoming increasingly uncontrollable, and tried to take out the pistol that had been tucked into his waist.

But when he touched that place with his right hand, it was empty. Then he remembered that his tattered military uniform had just been taken off by that bastard.

Even the pistol that I had been carrying for two years was taken away. However, at that time, I was so moved by the other party's fake enthusiasm that I didn't notice these details at all.

With a "plop", Feng Jian could no longer hold on to his increasingly heavy eyelids. He fell down and his heavy eyelids finally closed as he wished.

Two days later, a victory report arrived at the command center in Jing County. He looked at the victory report sent by his trusted subordinate Li Dalong.

Brigade Commander Zhou Baopi was laughing so hard that his mouth almost twisted. The Matsumoto Battalion of the Japanese Army that was acting with them was still messing around in the jungle in the southern part of Qingliang Mountain, and they hadn't even seen a shadow of the Eighth Route Army!

The commander of the Third Regiment under his command had won three battles in a row. First, in two consecutive battles, he wiped out two Eighth Route Army camps and killed more than 100 enemies.

Then yesterday, braving the wind and snow and taking advantage of the enemy's complacency, we attacked a Kuomintang guerrilla camp and defeated the Kuomintang guerrillas again.

More than 130 enemies were killed and more than were captured. However, that night the Kuomintang guerrillas took advantage of the chaos and rioted, killing two guards.

They were discovered in time when they were about to succeed. The brothers of the Third Regiment were also aroused by them and shot all these guys to death. In the end, they even chopped off their heads.

Looking at the victory report on the table and the photos of human heads scattered on the ground, Yoshizawa Tadao, commander of the 3rd Independent Mixed Brigade and the commander-in-chief of this battle, was very impressed with the style of the 3rd Regiment of the Imperial Army.

Originally, people thought they were falsely reporting their military achievements, but this morning, the personnel who went to confirm reported that the Third Regiment did not deliberately exaggerate their military achievements, and these were all real and reliable records.

Now the Third Regiment of the Imperial Army became famous, and even the Third Brigade to which they belonged was commended.

The commander of the battle, Lieutenant General Yoshizawa Tadao, decided to set up the Third Regiment as a model for all the Chinese soldiers who defected to the Locust Army to see.

As long as they work wholeheartedly for the Locust Army, the Locust Army will not hesitate to reward them. The commander of the Third Brigade, Zhou Paopi, was promoted to lieutenant general and commander of the 12th Division of the Imperial Army.

Li Dalong was promoted to Major General and Brigadier General. Taking into account the low combat effectiveness of other Imperial Army troops, he wanted to prevent this rare strong army within the Imperial Army from being led astray by those useless people.

It was decided to expand the Third Regiment into the 38th Independent Mixed Brigade of the North China Security Army with all equipment and supplies distributed according to the Japanese Army regiment level.

However, these will need to wait until the end of this mopping-up mission before they can be expanded.

When Wang Chun and other main commanders of the Third Regiment received this commendation order, no one knew whether to express happiness or worry.

In this way, they made two deals with the Eighth Route Army in Qingliang Mountain, and then killed those guys who tried to use the heads of their comrades to report their achievements to the Japanese.

The only loss they paid was the bullets they used to shoot these bastards, oh yeah! There was also half a fat pig and five pounds of knockout drugs.

Originally, I just wanted to fool the higher-ups, so I hid in a tent in the mountains and treated it as a winter training.

After the raid was over, they went down the mountain happily, but they had no idea that there would be such a ridiculous result in the end.

If the Japanese knew that their victory was achieved in this way, they would be so angry that their three corpse gods would jump like crazy.

Just when the Third Regiment was planning to spend this period of time eating and waiting to die, a telegram from the battle commander ended their winter vacation early.

The reason was that something happened to the Matsumoto Battalion of the Japanese Army. On the 11th day of the Third Regiment's vacation trip, they encountered the main force of the 772nd Regiment of the Eighth Route Army.

In the not very familiar Qingliang mountainous area, they fought a mountain guerrilla warfare against the Eighth Route Army, which had been waging guerrilla warfare in the area for three years.

It was the Matsumoto Battalion that took the initiative to look for the Eighth Route Army, crossing the forest roads with more than 30 centimeters of snow in this cold winter.

Such a harsh environment was constantly consuming the combat effectiveness of the Matsumoto Battalion, after a difficult trek of nearly half a month in such horrible weather in this relatively unfamiliar forest.

The 772nd Regiment of the Eighth Route Army finally took action. Originally, they planned to wait for a while to see whether the Japanese would give up.

But the resilience of the Matsumoto Battalion was beyond everyone's expectations. With the large amount of equipment provided by Wang Chun, the commander of the 772nd Regiment, Cheng Xiazi, planned to set up an ambush circle on a dangerous section of the road that the Matsumoto Battalion had to pass.