A magazine of 30,000 rounds, you call it Hanyang

The Ergou guys are very good at observing people's words and expressions.

As soon as the battle outside started, they realized that the Japanese here were doomed today.

Their Japanese fathers were killed like chickens and dogs. How could these scum with only 50% combat effectiveness dare to resist?

There is still a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, there were many cases of puppet troops being incorporated.

According to incomplete statistics, the number is probably as high as hundreds of thousands.

This group of idiots also knew that many puppet troops had been incorporated into the Eighth Route Army guerrillas before.

So they believed that if they met the Eighth Route Army, they would kneel down on the ground, surrender, be submissive, and say a few nice words, and there would be a high probability that they would be recruited.

Even if we can only serve as a reserve force, even if we have to endure hardship due to lack of food and clothing, it is still better than losing our lives.

But they were wrong.

Not to mention that they met Zheng Kaixuan, known as the living devil, today, even if they met any Eighth Route Army unit today, they would not be incorporated.

Because they don't deserve it.

Many of the troops were incorporated for a reason, and they all had to undergo strict screening and review.

Some of them were ordinary civilians who were forcibly conscripted by the puppet army and had no power to resist. They did not do anything harmful to the world during their time as puppet soldiers, so they can be given the opportunity to make amends.

But people like those in the mining police force, who aided and abetted the evil, were ruthless and heartless, sold out their country for personal gain, and murdered their compatriots—they were even more hateful than the Japanese pirates! They deserved death! Even a thousand deaths would not be enough to atone for their crimes.

So Zheng Kaixuan sentenced them to death without even thinking about it.

The operation to rescue the miners underground went much more smoothly than Zheng Kaixuan had imagined.

Zheng Kaixuan originally thought that the Japanese and the traitors in the mine police team would hold the miners hostage to negotiate with the Sharp Knife Regiment.

However, when the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment went down to the mine, they found that there were almost no Japanese devils and few people from the mine police.

It turns out that the Japanese themselves are unwilling to do this hard job of maintaining order in underground operations.

Although they were appointed as the leaders of the mining police force, the people doing the work were all traitors and puppet soldiers.

Naturally, the traitors and puppet soldiers were unwilling to stay in a stuffy, hot, smelly, and almost unventilated well for a long time.

After the mine reopened, the office of this wave of mining police was set up at the entrance.

Normally, only some small minions would go down to supervise and inspect.

The rest of the guys were hiding up there drinking, playing cards, smoking and chatting, having a great time.

It was also because of this that as soon as the battle outside broke out, they learned the news immediately and ran over to surrender collectively.

As for the idiots who were patrolling below the mine, the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment were not polite to them either.

You cannot fire guns casually underground, otherwise there is a risk of explosion.

These idiots didn't carry guns, they only carried whips, electric batons, wooden sticks and other things.

They can only bully the miners who have no ability to fight back on a normal day, but when they meet the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment, they will not know how they died.

In terms of individual combat ability, the ten of them are no match for the soldiers of the spearhead regiment.

"Benefactor! Benefactor!"

"Thank you. Are you from the Eighth Route Army?"

“We kowtow to you…”

Down in the mine, many miners were still kneeling in the cramped and narrow mine shaft, clanging and banging non-stop, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

It was not until the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment sent someone in to notify and call everyone out that they finally knew what had happened.

The miners who reacted suddenly knelt down and expressed their gratitude to the Sharp Knife Group.

"My husband, son, and six of us in my family all died here. I'm the only one left..."

"Me too. Two of my family of three were killed by the Japanese."

"My husband was injured and slowed down at work, so he was beaten by those traitors. He was unable to get out of bed. Then, those beasts threw him into a pack of wolfhounds..."

"My son was sick, and the Japanese said it was contagious, so they dragged him out and burned him alive. What the hell..."

Everyone was in tears, unable to hold back their grievances and sadness any longer, and they poured out their feelings to the soldiers of the spearhead regiment.

"No, no, folks, get up quickly."

"We, the Eighth Route Army, are all from ordinary people, most of us are children from poor families. We are all one family, everyone, get up quickly."

Chen Shengli led the soldiers and quickly helped the miners up from the ground one by one.

These miners live in a world without a tomorrow. After finishing today's work, they don't even know whether they will see the sun tomorrow. They live in darkness all day long.

They never dreamed that they could be rescued.

"Fellow villagers, this is not the place to talk. Let's go up first."

The air was thin and dangerous down in the mine. Chen Shengli did not dare to delay and immediately led his fellow villagers up.

Some miners were injured and very weak.

Some miners are so skinny that they have difficulty walking.

Some miners had just been beaten by the mine team and walked with a limp and difficulty.

Others have developed pneumoconiosis due to inhaling too much dust. When they breathe in the mine, their lungs wheeze like a bellows, making it extremely difficult.

Without waiting for Chen Shengli's order, the soldiers of the spearhead regiment squatted down on their own initiative and carried those who were unable to move or were weak on their backs.

Some soldiers took off their gas masks and oxygen cylinders and gave them to people who had difficulty breathing.

The miners were stunned.

Before entering the mining area, they were also farmers and villagers.

They have witnessed the humiliation and turmoil of their motherland over the years.

In the warlord era and the post-warlord era, they had seen too many troops, but they had never encountered an army like today.

These soldiers did not mind that they were dirty or sick, and they took the initiative to carry them up.

Also tell them that we are the children of the people, we are the sons of the people!

It turns out that everything in the legend is true.

Because this team is called the Eighth Route Army!

Soon, Chen Shengli brought all the miners underground to the surface.

In order to ensure that no one was left behind, he sent troops, led by several young miners, down the mine again and again to confirm again and again. Only after confirming that everything was foolproof did he breathe a sigh of relief. Then he sent soldiers to guard several entrances to prevent some miners who were unaware of the situation from entering by mistake.

When the last group of miners boarded the ivy and left, the rescue mission of Chen Shengli's First Battalion was finally completed.

Next comes the transportation of supplies.

More than a year ago, Zheng Kaixuan had to reluctantly burn hundreds of thousands of tons of coal piled up because he was unable to take away the resources from the mine.

But today, that will never happen again.

He wants to pack up this coal mine and everything in it and take it away!

He wants to use this coal to warm thousands of households next winter!