Bright Sword: Japs, times have changed

The team that broke into the battlefield was small in number and its firepower was not strong, but their joining just made up for the shortage of firepower in the special forces team.

However, the clothes worn by this team were actually those of the puppet army.

The leading puppet soldier approached Duan Peng and explained, "Comrade of the Eighth Route Army, we are from Jinkou Village. It was Zhang Zizai who told me that I could come here and join you."

"Fight first!"

Duan Peng didn't dare to make the decision on his own, and now was not the time to talk about it: "After the battle, I will take you to see our platoon leader!"

"Good Le!"

The leading puppet soldier returned to the team and shouted to his men: "Brothers, kill the devils first, aim and shoot!"

With the addition of these hundred or so people, it would take the Japanese more time and cost them a greater price to break out from the rear.

On the other hand, the puppet troops had been hiding behind the trees on the roadside. They would be killed instantly if they showed their heads. They wished they could merge into the trees to avoid this ambush.

Some of the puppet soldiers were terrified and crawled to the battalion commander, crying, "Commander, let's surrender! I don't want to die!"

surrender?

As the battalion commander, hadn't he ever thought about this option?

But surrendering now would mean death for them, and the Japanese would definitely not let them go so easily.

Moreover, once they surrendered, their families still in the camp would be ruthlessly slaughtered by the Japanese.

"no!"

The battalion commander looked around constantly, and finally pointed down the hillside and said, "Brothers, retreat this way!"

"Battalion Commander, you go first, we'll cover your retreat!"

"Stop talking nonsense and retreat quickly. I'll cover your retreat!"

Seeing his men retreating one after another, the puppet army battalion commander showed a triumphant smile on his face.

In his opinion, this was a premeditated ambush. How could there be a gap for them to break out?

Letting the men retreat first is nothing more than letting them explore the way first.

Sure enough, after a while, gunshots were heard from the bottom of the hill, and only a few of the people who had retreated came back.

"There's an ambush down there, all the brothers have been ambushed..."

Upon hearing this, the puppet army battalion commander's face showed a look of panic. This didn't work, and that didn't work. Was he really going to fail here today?

This won't do. There's a seventh concubine who just got married, and the girl he liked from the next village hasn't been married off yet. There's also so much gold, silver, and jewelry at home. He can't just die like this.

and many more……

die?

A light bulb went off in his head, and he came up with a brilliant idea.

Play dead.

"Brothers, fight for the Eighth Route Army!"

The puppet army battalion commander stirred up his men's emotions, shouting, "If we don't fight, we'll die. If we fight, there's still hope of survival. Brothers, fight!"

He fired the first shot, but saw that not many of his men actually fired.

But he couldn't care less. While his men weren't noticing him, the puppet army battalion commander stood up, looking ready to die, and kept pulling the trigger on his pistol.

"what!"

A bullet pierced his calf as expected, and he fell straight onto the corpse beside him.

The moment the two came into contact, he created the illusion that he was dead with lightning speed, and rubbed his head on the corpse, covered in blood.

After falling down, he used his strength to turn the body over and press it on himself, thus completing his plan of faking his death.

Some people in the puppet army who had long been thinking of rebelling, as well as those who were just trying to make a living, immediately lost the idea of resisting when they saw that the battalion commander was dead.

They wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to leave the puppet army and join the Eighth Route Army.

Since the great sweep, the Eighth Route Army troops have been recovering in the base area and have found no opportunity to surrender.

They do have presence in the guerrillas and district teams, but that is not a good choice for them.

Now there was just the opportunity, and a group of people finalized their plan and quietly retreated to the rear of the team. They took off their puppet army clothes, pulled off a white shirt from the devil, and tied it to their guns to make a white flag.

"Brothers, you must crawl forward, lest the Eighth Route Army mistake you for an enemy and kill you!"

"it is good!"

In this way, a team of hundreds of puppet troops slowly crawled towards the Eighth Route Army.

Only after they got closer did they raise the white flag and wave it vigorously.

The direction in which these puppet troops were advancing was exactly where Lin Qiang led his team to ambush.

"Platoon leader, then raise the white flag!"

Only after the soldier reminded him did Lin Qiang put down the Garand in his hand and look in the direction the soldier pointed.

"Go, bring them all here!"

Lin Qiang then ordered the others, "Everyone, keep an eye out and don't hurt any of your own people!"

These surrendered people could not be Japanese soldiers. Japanese soldiers would only surrender when they ran out of ammunition and food, or when the outcome of the battle was already decided. They also knew that the Eighth Route Army treated prisoners well.

The battle is still going on. Who else could surrender now except the puppet army?

Moreover, from the beginning of the battle, Lin Qiang noticed that the puppet troops of that battalion did not participate in the battle at all. The only time they were seen was when they retreated from the road into the woods.

The fact that they surrendered voluntarily showed that these puppet soldiers had no intention of shooting at a row of soldiers from the very beginning. This was the main reason why Lin Qiang accepted them.

The puppet soldiers who were truly afraid of death would never choose to surrender at this time, because the Japanese had not been defeated yet and they still had a glimmer of hope.

Only when the Japanese are defeated and unable to turn the tide will they raise the white flag and surrender.

If you meet other teams, you will save your life.

But when I met Lin Qiang's team...

Led by the soldiers, the hundred or so people successfully arrived at Lin Qiang's position.

Other than the gun used to wave the white flag, none of the others had a single bullet in their possession.

"You, you, you, and you, take them down and keep an eye on them!"

The soldiers who were named immediately stopped shooting, withdrew from their shooting positions, and evacuated the battlefield with the surrendered people according to Lin Qiang's orders.

Only four soldiers were sent to guard these hundreds of people because Lin Qiang immediately used the Eye of Insight to check the loyalty of these people and found that he could see that it meant that the other party had chosen to join the team in a row.

The loyalty of these people is uniformly above 70, so there is no need to worry that they are coming with a mission for the devil.

When the puppet soldiers saw their battalion commander being killed, they kept firing at one row of people, as if they wanted to avenge their battalion commander.

A battalion of puppet troops is now divided into two teams. One team is hiding well, waiting for the end of this battle.

The other team was fighting back frantically, firing bullets and grenades continuously.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were not fools either. They began to withdraw their forces and formed several teams to avoid concentrated artillery bombardment.

With an order, the Japanese troops began to break out frantically.

For a moment, the pressure on the special forces team doubled.

Even though there was a puppet army to share the burden, they were unable to stop the desperate breakout of hundreds of Japanese devils.

"Brothers, withdraw!"

Duan Peng punched the ground and reluctantly gave the order to retreat.