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Now, who in southeastern Shanxi doesn’t know that the soldiers under Zheng Kaixuan of the Sharp Knife Regiment are good at mobile combat on motorcycles?

"No, no, it really can't be Zheng Kaixuan, right? If it really is him, then, then it's all over. I, I'll go and take a look."

Wan Erlu's confidence and calmness just now disappeared in an instant.

He didn't stutter originally, but after hearing Zheng Kaixuan's name, his mouth twitched with fear and began to stutter involuntarily.

Just kidding, even the Japanese gave Zheng Kaixuan the nickname "Living King of Hell"!

In any battle that Zheng Kaixuan led the spearhead regiment to participate in, all enemies were basically wiped out, and there was a high probability that no one would have a complete corpse.

Wan Erlu tried to remain calm, cheered himself up and went to the top of the artillery tower. He picked up the telescope and looked into the wilderness outside Wanjia Town.

This sight scared him terribly.

In the wilderness, five hundred motorcycles were speeding towards Wanjia Town, raising clouds of dust.

In the sky, more than ten small planes have arrived in Wanjia Town and are circling around.

At this moment, Wan Erlu regarded the troops in front of him as a spearhead regiment.

Drones are providing support in the sky, and motorcycle formations are charging on the ground. Who else could this be but the spearhead regiment?

Wan Erlu is quite self-aware.

If it were an ordinary guerrilla force coming, he felt that with the several artillery towers in Wanjia Town and the five or six hundred puppet soldiers under his command, it should not be a problem to hold out for a while.

But since it was the spearhead group coming, there was no need to resist at all.

The combat effectiveness of the two sides is not at the same level at all. If you don’t run now, when will you run?

"Brothers, retreat! Retreat immediately!"

Wan Erlu didn't say a word, threw down the telescope in his hand, jumped on his warhorse with a group of his men, and started galloping north.

He felt that with his familiarity with the area around Wanjia Town, if he ran fast enough, the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment might not be able to catch up with him.

Two kilometers north of Wanjia Town, there is a river with turbulent waves and fast-flowing water.

The width of the water surface is about 20 to 30 meters.

An old stone bridge with hundreds of years of history spans the two banks and stands quietly above the water.

This is the only passage heading north from Wanjia Town within a radius of several kilometers.

On weekdays, the bridge is guarded by a cavalry platoon under Wan Erlu.

Looking at the vague outline of the stone bridge not far ahead, Wan Erlu wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh.

As long as he led this group of men across the stone bridge and then blew up the bridge, the people of the sharp knife group and the ground motorcycle troops would not be able to catch up with him no matter how fast they were.

The rest of the puppet soldiers who did not escape could just stay behind to buy time for him and block the pursuers.

As for the drone pursuit of the Sharp Knife Regiment, Wan Erlu was not without a way to escape. After crossing the bridge, he simply abandoned his horse and went into the old forest.

"I'm probably the only one who could escape so easily from the hands of Zheng Kaixuan of the Sharp Knife Group."

Thinking of this, a smile began to appear on Wan Erlu's mouth.

Closer! Closer.

At this moment, Wan Erlu was less than 200 meters away from the stone bridge.

Seeing the hope of escape right in front of him, Wan Erlu couldn't help but excitedly waved the whip in his hand and rushed towards the stone bridge at full speed.

"Drive! Drive! Drive!"

"Commander, Commander, something is wrong..."

Just then, a sharp-eyed puppet army platoon leader discovered something unusual.

"Battalion Commander, look at those people standing by the bridge. Why do they look more and more like the Eighth Route Army?"

"Shut up!"

Hearing this, Wan Erlu was so frightened that he almost fell off his horse.

"How is this possible? How could the Eighth Route Army run faster than me?"

At this moment, a violent explosion was heard from the bridgehead.

"Boom boom boom!"

The huge stone bridge collapsed in the blink of an eye, and countless pieces of rubble fell into the water.

Wan Erlu was dumbfounded.

The Eighth Route Army officer standing by the bridge was none other than Ding Wei.

When Ding Wei ran to borrow the Kaixuan grenade from Zheng Kaixuan, Zheng Kaixuan actually already understood Ding Wei's thoughts.

Originally, before attacking Wanjia Town, Zheng Kaixuan asked Huang Dafei from the reconnaissance company to conduct a detailed survey and draw a topographic map of Wanjia Town.

The purpose of this battle plan was not just to seize the horses from the puppet cavalry battalion.

Zheng Kaixuan's goal is to wipe out this group of puppet troops who are accomplices of the evil and make them disappear from this world completely.

If we want to completely kill them, we must cut off their retreat. This bridge must be blown up.

Ding Wei, on the other hand, is an expert in blowing up bridges.

Zheng Kaixuan had heard of Ding's reputation for blowing up the bridge, so he gave Ding Wei several large baskets of Triumph grenades.

When Li Yunlong led his troops to attack Wanjia Town from the front, Ding Wei led more than 100 cavalrymen under his command, detoured to the stone bridge from the flank, killed a platoon of puppet soldiers guarding the stone bridge, and then blew up the stone bridge.

It was at this time that Wan Erlu and a group of people happened to arrive nearby.

"beat!"

Ding Wei immediately led his men to open fire. After a round of shooting, seventy or eighty of the more than one hundred men led by Wan Erlu confessed.

Wan Erlu also had his arm injured, but Wan Erlu was worthy of being the battalion commander of the cavalry battalion, and his riding skills were really amazing.

Even with one arm injured, he was still able to lead more than 30 puppet soldiers to turn their horses around and escape.

Ding Wei didn't chase them. Instead, he and his men ambushed at the riverside, waiting for the next group of unlucky people to escape.

He came here just to watch the battle. Anyway, the situation of closing the door and beating the dog has already formed. It depends on the performance of Li Yunlong and the independent regiment.

Wan Erlu fled in a panic and actually managed to escape back to the puppet army camp headquarters.

He understood that at this point he was already a fish on the chopping board and it was impossible to escape. He could only fight to the death and wait for rescue.

"Taijun Yamamoto, I am Wan Erlu. The Sharp Knife Regiment has entered Wanjia Town. Please send troops to rescue me immediately."

The person on the other end of the phone was Yamamoto Ikki.

When he heard that the spearhead regiment had reached Wanjia Town, Yamamoto Ikki was not at all panicked.

"Wan Sang, please give me a detailed report of the current situation..."

After a while, Yamamoto Ikki hung up the phone with a smile on his face.

"I can basically conclude that the team attacking Wanjia Town is not Zheng Kaixuan's spearhead group. At least Zheng Kaixuan is not there in person."

"Hahahaha!"

Yamamoto Ikki laughed out loud.

"Zheng Kaixuan, ah Zheng Kaixuan, you've been smart all your life, but you can be foolish for a moment. I never thought you wouldn't even realize that Wanjia Town was a bait. This time, I'm going to take your troops, and all your equipment will be mine too!"

"I'm afraid, even if you wake up right now, it's already too late! Hahahaha!"

In Liuzhuang, Zhao Gang hurriedly found Zheng Kaixuan.

From the drone's surveillance video, he had already seen that at this moment, on the north bank of the stone bridge, puppet troops suddenly appeared all over the mountains.

Zhao Gang was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Old Zheng, we've been tricked by the Japanese. Even if we rush over to support them right now, it's too late. Quickly tell Old Li to retreat."

Zheng Kaixuan, however, sat calmly in front of the table, sipping his tea leisurely, looking confident and steady as a rock.

"Old Zhao, don't worry. They are the ones who have been fooled. Just wait and see how I will not send out a single soldier to wipe out these idiots all over the mountain."