Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

Lin Tian was also very surprised that Commander Yan not only did not bargain with him, but also gave him more.

It seems that Yi County is really important to the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army.

It’s no wonder. If the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army had sent heavy troops to support Yi County at the beginning, the Japanese would not have been able to break in, and the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army would not have almost lost its headquarters.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Tian immediately called Li Yunlong again and specially sent 50 trucks to help Li Yunlong and his men retreat.

Otherwise, those artillery pieces would be difficult to transport...

After saying this, Li Yunlong was so happy that he didn't know what to do.

"Hahaha, who the hell said that Old Man Yan is more stingy than the landlord?!"

"If I hear anyone slandering Commander Yan like this again, I will slap that son of a bitch!"

"Hahaha, Lao Zhao, we're going to make a fortune this time!"

"All these things must be taken to Yi County and handed over to our Lao Li!"

"If all these weapons and equipment were given to me, I would definitely raise three divisions! Hahahaha!"

Li Yunlong held Zhao Gang's hand and danced excitedly.

"Hahaha, Lao Li, hundreds of artillery pieces!"

"Before, I always thought you were the most cunning and business-savvy person I've ever met!"

"I didn't expect that Commander Lin is better than you!"

"It's just that these things must be handed over to the headquarters. Three divisions? Forget it, kid!"

Zhao Gang was also very excited and even started to insult Lin Tian.

"Alas, Old Li is so greedy. You said that such a big piece of fat meat was placed in front of his mouth, but he couldn't eat a single bite. I felt like I was being scratched by a cat. I felt so uncomfortable!"

"Even if I just want to smell it, it's fine!"

Li Yunlong looked painful, as if he had to hand in his spoils.

However, in this battle, Li Yunlong's gains were more than what their independent regiment had captured in a year before.

……

Just when the deal between the Eighth Route Army and the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army was reached.

In a mountain 20 miles outside Ping'an County, a lame man using a tree branch as a crutch was lying weakly in front of a puddle, drinking water with both hands.

This person was none other than Yamamoto Ikki, who led his troops to launch a surprise attack on the Eighth Route Army headquarters!

But at this time, Yamamoto Ikki looked very embarrassed, and his military uniform was gone. Instead, he was dressed like a Chinese farmer.

The gunshot wound on his left leg was festering and it hurt every time he took a step. Yamamoto grimaced and sweated profusely.

After drinking the water, Yamamoto Ikki lay on the slope, gasping for breath.

Because he saw a watchtower not far ahead, he had been on the move non-stop these days, hiding during the day and moving at night, and he was worried every day for fear of being discovered by the Chinese.

It turned out that after he evaded the search last time, Yamamoto Ikki relied on his strong will and hatred towards the Eighth Route Army to persevere.

Because he was in the heart of the Eighth Route Army and was seriously injured, Yamamoto threw away all the Japanese symbols on his body.

Not only did he lose his military uniform, he didn't even dare wear a loincloth, for fear that he would be discovered one day.

He even shaved off the moustache that he was so proud of.

Later, he stole clothes from a farmer in the middle of the night, and that’s how he dresses now.

Since Yamamoto didn't know Chinese and couldn't understand what his fellow villagers said, he didn't dare to speak and simply pretended to be mute.

When a soldier came to question him, he pretended to be deaf and dumb and kept shouting "Aba Aba".

Relying on this skill, Yamamoto was able to escape from the base safely.

When he finished all the dry food he had, he didn't dare to beg from the Chinese people. During this period of time, he lived a miserable life by stealing and cheating.

Sometimes I was so hungry that I even snatched the dog food from other people’s bowls and almost got beaten to death.

However, his injury worsened day by day, and he could only find a tree branch to use as a crutch. The instinct for survival prompted Yamamoto to flee.

Finally, he saw hope...

The artillery tower that is so close to him is his hope.

Yamamoto Ikki was lying on the hillside, tears streaming down her face. She had been living like a cow or a horse during this period of time.

He had never suffered such hardship or such pain before.

He attributed all this to the Independent Regiment, as this former defeated enemy had dared to ambush them.

He was in such a miserable state that he almost lost his life.

After recovering some strength, Yamamoto Kazuki limped towards the artillery tower at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, on the watchtower of the artillery tower, a puppet army squad leader was observing the surrounding situation.

Faintly, they saw a figure walking towards them.

"Platoon leader! Platoon leader! Something's happening! It looks like the Eighth Route Army's guerrillas!"

The puppet army squad leader saw that something was wrong. Ordinary people would walk around the artillery tower for fear that they would become a target of the Japanese if they ran too slowly.

There must be something strange about this person who dared to walk towards them so openly.

Subconsciously, I thought of the guerrillas.

This is definitely a trick. The Eighth Route Army guerrillas are the most cunning.

Following a shout from the puppet army squad leader, the artillery tower immediately went into alert status.

They have not been able to sleep well these days because of the Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas.

Every time they go out to fight, they run away without even a trace of their figure. If you don't fight, they will keep firing guns next to your ears and occasionally throw a grenade in through the shooting hole.

The puppet army and the Japanese have been very nervous these days, as it is obvious that the guerrillas are going to fight with them.

"Captain, there's a fellow villager coming in over there, what should we do?!"

A guerrilla fighter asked in a low voice in the bushes not far away.

"Xiao Wu, take Xiao Wang, Xiao Liu and the others to get the villagers out. The Japanese have good shooting skills. Be careful and protect the villagers!"

The guerrilla leader said.

At the same time, the Japanese squad leader in the artillery tower also discovered Yamamoto Ikki's trace.

Yamamoto Ikki had already entered their shooting range.

"Shoot! Kill him! No matter if he is a guerrilla or not, as long as he is Chinese, kill him!"

A hint of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the Japanese squad leader, and then the machine gunner pulled the bolt.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

A burst of gunfire was heard, and Yamamoto Kazuki quickly rolled to the side to avoid it, and the bullet hit exactly where he was just now.

The severe pain from the wound made Yamamoto Ikki curse "Baka!"

"Wait! Xiao Wu, something's wrong!"

"You didn't hear a single sound just now?"

the captain asked.

"It seems like there is, is it that fellow villager?!"

"Yes, it's him. Look at how he dodged just now. He's more skilled than us! There's something wrong with this guy. Let's not move for now!"

The captain saw through the trick immediately; Yamamoto Ikki's movements were too fast and too standard.

At the same time, in the artillery tower.

"Bag! Bag!"

"Guerrillas! Yes, these are the guerrillas! They are well-trained! These guerrillas are here again!"

"Shoot! Shoot! Kill him!"

The Japanese squad leader also noticed Yamamoto Ikki's standard tactical moves and was shocked.

Several firing holes in the turret fired at the same time. As long as they could kill a guerrilla, it would be worth wasting as many bullets as possible, and their superiors would also praise them.

It's just that Yamamoto Ikki is miserable...