Chapter 104

Even a good tiger could not stand a group of wolves, not to mention that the three poor Japanese were teased by hundreds of Eighth Route Army recruits.

Although the Type 81 rifle is shorter than the Type 38 rifle, it is lighter in weight and is extremely flexible and lightweight to use. The strength of the military spear is far higher than that of the bayonet. The new recruits are naturally excited and take turns to fight. However, the Japanese soldiers who are trained in vain are so hard that they are breathless, and there are many gaps in the bayonet blade.

A Japanese soldier could no longer bear this teasing, so he simply gave up the hand-to-hand combat, and angrily pulled the bolt to load it at an extremely fast speed. He made up his mind to pull a cushion even if he died. Before he could lift the gun, he was shocked with a gunshot. A big hole broke out on his forehead, splashing out a red and white thing. The Japanese soldier fell to the ground like a pile of mud.

The onlookers looked at the gunshots together, and they saw Fan Guowen grinning and slowly lowering the gun's mouth, quickly pulling down the bolt, and a shell still emitting blue smoke popped out of the bullet groove, pushing a bullet in again.

Li Wei was also shocked. He had already had a stardust shuttle in his right hand. In just a moment, the shuttle could penetrate the Japanese head hard. Unexpectedly, Fan Guowen took the lead. Li Wei used his tail finger to pick out the cowhide box between his feet and put the stardust shuttle back. It seemed that it was not his turn to do it.

The platoon leader and instructor in a row saw Fan Guowen smiling at him as if he was rewarding for his merits, and a sentence popped up in his mouth: "Idiot, waste bullets." Fan Guowen's face immediately became even worse than crying, and looked at Li Wei in a way that he asked for help. Li Wei rolled his eyes at him and threw an idiot's look straight away.

Fan Guowen's joy of killing the enemy was immediately washed away by a basin of cold water from head to toe. The soldiers around him looked at him with complicated eyes.

After the remaining two Japanese soldiers were shot dead, they immediately fell into madness and almost fought with the new recruits with their lives. There were more and more injured new recruits in the ground, and the situation seemed to be a little out of control. The assassination practice became more dangerous, and serious injuries and life dangers would occur at any time.

A platoon leader instructor first launched an offensive to end the battle, roared and selected a Japanese soldier who was besieged by the recruits, rushed up with a gun, and the Japanese soldiers rushed over with red eyes.

The collision between the Type 81 rifle and the Type 38 rifle made a deafening collision sound, which almost made people think that the two guns would be broken at the same time.

The platoon leader instructor swung the 38th gun from bottom to top, twisted his waist and hips and stabbed him back. The empty door in the Japanese chest opened wide, and another instructor rushed over and cooperated to take advantage of the situation. The two eighty-one-style stings pierced into the Japanese soldiers' chest and lower abdomen in almost no distinction.

The Japanese soldiers were all fierce and fierce, with the two military spears that penetrated into their chests and lower abdomen, and their short bodies trembled violently, and the two military spears emerged from their chests again. Two new recruits with excited blushing behind them, gasping for breath and holding the Japanese soldiers hard with the eighty-one rifle in their hands.

The Japanese soldier widened his eyes tightly, and his throat sounded a few times. As the army thrust out of his body, he fell into the dust. His eyes were still unwilling to be wide open before his death.

The only remaining Japanese soldiers had not made any statement yet. They were already rushed up by seven or eight new recruits who were shouting excitedly and poked them in the middle. Fan Guowen wanted to come up and try it, but he found out in annoyance that the poor Japanese soldiers had been stabbed to the point of being unsatisfied.

After all, there are too many monks and too little porridge, and many new recruits are looking forward to the main battlefield of the road and can come over, but they are disappointed and find that the shouts of killing have long disappeared.

"Line!~Get together!" The platoon leaders of the recruits company issued a gathering order, preventing these recruits who were still unsatisfied and wanted to continue to find something to stab them randomly.

After a turmoil, the recruits lined up and reported loudly, and their momentum became louder and stronger than usual.

After statistics, all three Japanese soldiers who missed the net were killed. Almost twenty new recruits were injured in the actual assassination. The worst injured were almost stabbed in the waist. Fortunately, it was not fatal. Despite such a high number of wounded people, none of the new recruits retreated, and the instructors seemed to be used to it. Since the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army, all the veterans who have survived the battle elites. Although the current conditions are better than before, the training is standardized, and the combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army was honed in this way.

"Except for the wounded, others went downstairs to help the regular army clean the battlefield, guns, ammunition, and dry food, all of them must be taken away, and they are not allowed to be hidden privately! ~ Move quickly! Let's set off! ~"

All the injured new recruits were properly treated, while the new recruits who were not injured or had only scratched their skin excitedly followed their respective commanders towards the soldiers. With a spirit and attitude that was almost more serious and professional than the Japanese swept the entire battlefield, and every scattered bullet shell was not spared. Even the medals, telescopes, sabers and money on the Japanese officers were swept away. The Eighth Route Army's war materials were still extremely lacking. Moreover, the Japanese "cage policy" was strictly blocked, and materials were difficult to transport. Only a very small part of international aid could be obtained by the Eighth Route Army. Sometimes the military uniforms issued were taken off from the soldiers who had already died. The Taihang Mountains were poor in production resources, and even self-reliance was limited. Many times, combat supplies needed to be seized to barely maintain consumption.

The new soldiers quickly cleared the battlefield with the veterans and quickly moved. A few Japanese who were still alive and who had not died in one breath and lost their combat effectiveness were thrown on the battlefield after humanitarian bandage. The rest depends on whether God is merciful and can meet their own people before they die.

There are naturally a lot to say when walking with many new recruits who seized spoils and veterans of the regular army. This is also a communication opportunity specially arranged by the leaders. During the march, veterans will pass on a lot of combat experience to the recruits through chatting, which are valuable experiences that cannot be taught in daily training.

This is how the new recruit company of the Eighth Route Army transported qualified soldiers to various combat companies.
Chapter completed!