Bright Sword: Japs, times have changed

As the explosion sounded, the gunfire from the front stopped instantly.

Zhang Yuntian's platoon of puppet soldiers were holed up in the fortifications, at a loss as to what to do, and no one had any thoughts of resistance.

A long time passed, and there was no movement after the explosion.

A puppet soldier couldn't help but look out, but found that there was no one outside: "Platoon leader, the Eighth Route Army seems to have retreated!"

At this time, Zhang Yuntian could not hear what his subordinates said at all. All he could think about was the Japanese devils' revenge.

The people in his platoon suffered no casualties, and there was not even a speck of dust on their faces. However, all the Japanese soldiers in the artillery tower behind him were killed and the tower was also destroyed. How could he explain this to the Japanese soldiers when he returned?

"Platoon leader! Platoon leader! What's wrong with you?"

His men shouted and pulled, and finally Zhang Yuntian came back to his senses.

After coming to his senses, his first words left his men a little confused: "Brothers, we are finished!"

He expressed his guess, and his subordinates were all at a loss after hearing it.

The master was killed in the explosion, but they, his subordinates, were not harmed at all. This is totally unacceptable.

You can't kill a few brothers and then get yourself injured to fool the Japanese, right?

Someone made this suggestion, but Zhang Yuntian rejected it outright: "We are all brothers, what do you want to do?"

"Platoon Leader, what do you say? You saved my life, so I'll listen to you!"

"Me too. If the platoon leader hadn't rescued me from the Japanese, I would have died long ago."

"Yes, Platoon Leader, whatever you say, we'll do as you say!"

Zhang Yuntian was very pleased with this scene. He patted the shoulders of his men and said after looking around: "Brothers, we definitely can't go back to the Japanese. Why don't we go to join the Eighth Route Army? We will die anyway, so we might as well leave a good reputation for ourselves!"

To be honest, Zhang Yuntian himself was not sure. Although his subordinates spoke nicely, he was afraid that very few of them were truly willing to follow him.

However, the facts exceeded his expectations. As soon as he said this, his subordinates all reacted in unison!

"Platoon leader, we listen to you!"

"The platoon leader is right. We're going to die anyway, so we might as well leave a good reputation for ourselves."

"If we follow the platoon leader, we will definitely be blessed with good fortune and will not die!"

Someone calmly said, "Platoon Leader, how are we going to join the Eighth Route Army?"

This sentence made everyone wake up. They only thought about joining the Eighth Route Army, but did not think about how to find the Eighth Route Army.

The Japanese's continuous raids left almost no Eighth Route Army troops in the surrounding areas. To put it bluntly, they looked down on the guerrillas.

When he mentioned joining the Eighth Route Army, Zhang Yuntian actually had a plan in mind: "Don't we already have an Eighth Route Army unit here?"

Without giving his men a chance to raise questions, Zhang Yuntian gave the order directly, "Brothers, take off all your yellow clothes. Ergou, go find a piece of white cloth. Before the Eighth Route Army gets far, let's catch up!"

"Also, don't forget to take away all the supplies you can, and burn everything you can't take away!"

the other side.

Lin Qiang didn't know what kind of surprise would come to him next. The team was less than one kilometer away from the Wulipo Artillery Tower.

The scattered teams gathered here, and looking at the place where the smoke had not yet dissipated, the soldiers all smiled happily.

No matter the size of the battle, as long as we can kill the Japanese, it is a happy thing.

But the one who laughed the happiest was Lin Qiang.

At this time, he had just received the reward from the system. Although it was judged as a micro-battle, he still received a large amount of material rewards.

This includes the most scarce ammunition and medicines, so that a row of ammunition reaches a sufficient level to cope with the consumption of protracted wars and medium-sized battles.

There are enough medicines, and as long as the condition is not serious enough to require surgery, the soldiers' lives can be saved by medicines alone.

The team took a short break and replenished their ammunition. Just as they were about to set off again, the soldier in charge of the rear guard ran over with joy on his face: "Platoon leader, platoon leader, a group of traitors are following us. They..."

"Brothers, grab your weapons and prepare for battle!"

"Wait a minute, Brother Qiangzi, listen to me!"

The soldier hurriedly explained: "Those traitors are not chasing us. No, they are chasing us, but they are not here to fight us. They are here to surrender to us, and they are bringing a large amount of supplies with them."

These words almost confused the soldier himself, but fortunately it was explained clearly.

"Are they going to join us?"

Qiangzi seemed to be somewhat repulsed by the two devils and said in a bad tone: "Platoon leader, I don't think it's necessary. If they can join us this time, they can join the devils next time."

This makes sense, and many soldiers also agree with what Qiangzi said.

"Qiangzi, I know that your family members were killed by the Japanese invaders, but you also took revenge with your own hands, didn't you?"

Hu Zi said patiently: "Accepting the surrender of the second devil is also an opportunity for us to expand our team. Think about it, we have been fighting the devil for many years. Few people around the defense zone have joined the army. If we want to expand our team, we really have to do something about it."

What both of them said made sense. Lin Qiang made the final decision: "Since they want to surrender, they must have made psychological preparations. It wouldn't hurt to meet them."

"Go and bring them all here."

"Yes!"

Not long after the reporting soldier left, he soon returned with more than 40 people.

With the presence of this platoon of puppet soldiers, the originally spacious place suddenly became crowded.

The moment the puppet troops appeared, Lin Qiang quickly scanned them with his Eye of Insight. After a round, he really didn't find anyone with ulterior motives.

Feeling relieved, he turned to Qiangzi and said, "Believe me, these people are absolutely sincere in wanting to join us."

Qiangzi trusted Lin Qiang very much and put aside his previous prejudice in his heart. He responded, "Platoon leader, I'm fine."

After comforting Hu Zi, Lin Qiang turned back to look at the puppet army holding the white flag and said, "It seems that you are their leader, but I am curious, why are you willing to join us?"

Zhang Yuntian was also a smart man, and he didn't hide anything about this matter. "I'm not afraid of being laughed at by you. The Japanese in the artillery tower were blown to death by you. I was afraid that they would blame me when I returned. I decided that since I was going to die anyway, I might as well take my brothers and join the Eighth Route Army. I could even leave a good reputation."

"You are very down-to-earth."

Lin Qiang had no doubt about his answer. Given the nature of the Japanese, it was really possible that they would define this platoon of puppet soldiers as traitors.

"Since you're willing to join us, it would seem a bit ungrateful if I refuse."

Lin Qiang smiled and said, "On behalf of the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment, I welcome you to join us."

The two men held hands, and not only Zhang Yuntian felt relieved, but the puppet soldiers following him also felt relieved.

"Huzi, these people are temporarily under your management. Make sure they remember the military rules and discipline of our Eighth Route Army!"

"Yes, Platoon Leader, I will ensure that the mission is completed!"

Hearing the word "platoon leader", Zhang Yuntian's heart trembled. He looked at Lin Qiang in confusion and asked, "Aren't you from the independent regiment?"

"Yes."

Lin Qiang guessed Zhang Yuntian's inner thoughts and said with a smile, "We are from the 3rd Company, 1st Platoon, 1st Battalion, of the Independent Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army."

"This……"

Zhang Yuntian suddenly didn't know what to say. He thought it was the main force of the Eighth Route Army, or at least a main battalion, but he found out that it was just a platoon.

But he was still very curious, wasn't the combat effectiveness of a platoon a little too terrifying?

He was very clear about the battle just now. In less than ten minutes, the Japanese artillery tower was blown up, and the sound of Type 38 rifle gunfire on the front battlefield never stopped.

In my memory, wasn’t the life of the Eighth Route Army very difficult?

Wait, what is that!!!

When Zhang Yuntian saw the heavy machine gun that Hu Zi was carrying, his eyes widened immediately. Is this the firepower configuration that a platoon of the Eighth Route Army should have?

His eyes turned.

That's a... mortar! !?

I'm good!

With this firepower configuration, I believe you are a regiment, and a main force regiment at that!

Just two glances and all the previous loss was swept away.

It doesn’t matter who is the platoon leader or something like that. What matters is that I want to get a burst of heavy machine gun fire and a few mortar rounds to satisfy my craving!

Lin Qiang still had a smile on his face. After Zhang Yuntian came out of his shock, he asked, "Why, do you still have any concerns?"

"No...no."

Zhang Yuntian then remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet, and hurriedly said, "My name is Zhang Yuntian, and I'm a platoon leader of the puppet army in Laiyuan County."

After saying this, he turned his head to look at the brothers following behind him and said with a smile: "However, from now on, we are members of the first platoon of the Eighth Route Army."