After graduating from Huangpu, he rose to prominence as a regiment leader.

Inside the 4th Brigade Headquarters.

Yang Song cut the telephone line. Since he couldn't take these things away anyway, he might as well just let the Japanese destroy them.

As for the radios and radio stations, he ordered his soldiers to collect them all and seize them as trophies.

Even within the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, these radio stations are not common items. They are good things that can strengthen communication between troops.

"Turn everything upside down, and take away all the valuables!"

"Yes!"

As a result, all the maps and documents in the Japanese headquarters were looted. No matter what they were, they were all put into the basket. It was a great pleasure.

Looking at the mess, the staff officer couldn't help but sigh: "This Fourth Brigade is an old acquaintance. Its activity area is near the Zhengtai Railway. It has fought with us and the Eighth Route Army many times. It is extremely difficult to deal with!"

Yang Song also sighed: "Usually we can hardly resist a regiment, but now we have actually defeated the enemy brigade headquarters! It seems that the order of that commander Qin is really effective!"

The staff officer couldn't help but look at Yang Song again, thinking to himself, your position is obviously the same as his, why did you suddenly change your address to "sir"?

Yang Song seemed to see the staff officer's doubts and waved his hand nonchalantly: "Commander Qin can command and win battles, so what's wrong with me calling him commander? Oh, bring up our best spoils of war this time!"

At the command, soldiers quickly brought up two command swords and a piece of rag.

Yang Song couldn't let go of one of the general's swords. It had an ivory handle, a bright yellow guard, and even the blade was golden. The gold embellishment on the blade made it look particularly noble.

This general's sword was captured after the commander of the 4th Brigade was killed. It is of extraordinary significance and its value is inestimable.

After touching it twice, Yang Song reluctantly put down the general's sword: "Good sword! But it's a pity that it's not my turn. Come! Find me a box to put it in, I'll give it to someone later!"

"Yes!"

Because the general's sword was so good, Yang Song directly ignored the lieutenant's sword next to it. This lieutenant's sword was seized when the sharpshooter team killed Captain Matsushima.

According to the principle of whoever kills, seizes the weapon, this officer's sword should belong to the sharpshooter team.

After Yang Song had a few tries, he reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the command knife and turned to look at the rag.

"This rag is the flag of the Matsushima Regiment?" Yang Song expressed surprise. The cloth looked very torn, even smaller than a loincloth. Did the Japanese regard this thing as more important than their own lives?

The staff officer took it and looked at it: "This is indeed the devil's regiment flag. According to the devil's Tianhuang's request, once the regiment flag is captured by the enemy, the regiment commander must commit seppuku to apologize."

Yang Song laughed: "Then we are doing a good deed. We shot the Matsushima devil in the head directly to save him from suffering again."

The soldiers in the room burst into laughter, and the atmosphere became joyful.

This is the truth. As long as the Japanese regiment commander is killed, he won't have to commit suicide by seppuku. How considerate.

After laughing, it's time to get down to business.

Yang Song looked at the Japanese map with a serious face, analyzing the Japanese military deployment on it.

"Look here, this is the enemy's rear troop." Yang Song pointed out a certain spot: "According to the attack route, we will face this group of enemy soldiers directly next."

"But what if we go this way?" Yang Song's finger drew an arc on the map, "We will bypass the main road and go into these vast mountains!"

The staff officer frowned and said, "But this will get us further and further away from our main force. We may not even be able to contact the headquarters!"

Yang Song: "This is only temporary. Once we escape the enemy's raid, everything will be fine."

The staff officer shook his head and said, "Commander, I have to remind you that once we are far away from the headquarters, our supplies and materials will not be guaranteed, and the team may be dispersed at any time!"

Yang Song looked quite serious: "But we can't get any supplies at the moment! The most important thing right now is to protect ourselves!"

The staff officer took a deep breath and said, "Commander, we have a disagreement in our current communication. How about we wait for the commander to come and then make plans?"

"Commander?" Yang Song's face froze, as if he remembered that person.

Then his expression softened: "That's fine."

At this moment, a scout suddenly ran out.

The scout stood at attention and saluted: "Report to the commander! The commander is here and asked to see you!"

Yang Song immediately put on his hat and said, "Lead the way!"

"Yes!"

......

The former rear position.

After Qin Feng gave the order to the 357th Regiment, he asked Wang Ke to organize the remaining battalion of soldiers from the headquarters to set off.

Of course, before setting off, Qin Feng also ordered someone to send a telegram to the 358th Regiment, the general meaning of which was to tell the 358th Regiment that they had shifted their strategy and let Chu Yunfei handle it on his own.

As for the situation on Chu Yunfei's side, Qin Feng couldn't care less.

Anyway, the 358th Regiment is strong in both men and horses. At worst, Chu Yunfei can follow Li Yunlong to break through the blockade line of the Sakata Regiment.

While the strategic command was still effective, Qin Feng and Wang Ke took the lead and walked in the front.

Along the way, potholes caused by artillery shells could be seen everywhere, and the battlefield was still filled with smoke. There was no time to bury the bodies of either the Shanxi Suiyuan Army soldiers or the Japanese devils.

Seeing this, Qin Feng felt more deeply the cruelty of the battlefield.

"Fortunately, I have a bird's-eye view. As long as I send out enough scouts to explore the field of vision, I will be able to know every move of the devils."

Qin Feng led his troops forward, collecting spoils of war and equipment that the 357th Regiment had not had time to take away. They even found a relatively intact three-wheeled motorcycle!

This is the classic Type 97 military sidecar motorcycle, which was widely used by the Japanese invaders. A machine gun could be mounted on the side for strafing.

Qin Feng stepped forward upon seeing this and discovered that the three-wheeled vehicle could still be used normally!

Qin Feng immediately called Wang Ke: "Come on, can you ride a motorcycle?"

Wang Ke looked confused and pointed at himself: "Sir, you want me to ride?"

Qin Feng said as if it was a matter of course: "What else? I still have to command the troops, you want me to ride a bike?"

As he spoke, Qin Feng pulled out the Japanese plaster flag, wiped the dust off the seat, and then sat down on it.

Wang Ke had no choice but to get on the motorcycle, start the engine.

"Boom!"

Qin Feng stepped on the accelerator and sat comfortably on the side seat. He also reminded Wang Ke: "Remember to look at the road, don't overturn the car."

"Yes..." Wang Ke could only concentrate on acting as a qualified driver. She didn't want to be held accountable because the commander fell due to the motorcycle overturning.

Several guards could only jog along, trying to keep up with the motorcycle. They had to protect the commander closely.

Soon, Qin Feng arrived at a battlefield.

There was a building just ahead, with several armed guards standing outside.

Seeing this, Qin Feng knew he had arrived, so he signaled Wang Ke to stop.

"Stop here and send someone in to report."

"As the commander, it's time for me to reunite with my troops."