Chapter 272

In the process of avoiding the Japanese army's search, these Japanese comrades greatly improved the mobility of Wang Bao and their team. Like an experienced organizational coordinator, Masao Miyamoto formed an efficient combination of Japanese comrades and guard company soldiers. Except for Hideko Kiyoda and others carrying several pistols and samurai swords, these Japanese comrades were not armed. Out of caution, Li Wei and others did not propose guns to these Japanese comrades. The combat mission was entirely carried by the soldiers of the guard company. Masao Miyamoto and other Japanese comrades also consciously avoided this sensitive issue, which made Li Wei and the others more relieved.

Wang Bao and his team, who were planning to set up a camp again, heard gunfires suddenly sounding nearby. This was not a good sign. Usually, once they found out that they encountered the enemy, they would quietly retreat and call the police. The sound of gunfires means that the enemy had discovered themselves first. This is the second time in this week. The Japanese army has vaguely touched Wang Bao and their movements.

"Someone is injured!" A soldier from the guard company ran back with a Japanese comrade. The Japanese comrade was covered in blood, probably with gunshot wounds. The two soldiers in the last guard company kept firing in the rear.

This group of people just set out to pick up firewood and set up warning points at the same time.

"Quick, retreat quickly! There is an enemy!" Masao Miyamoto ran back from another direction in the camp, and brought a few Japanese comrades and Eighth Route Army soldiers, all of whom were nervous.

There were gunfires almost at the south and west of the camp, and even the barking of dogs. In order to hunt down this telegram team, the Japanese army urgently transferred the military dog ​​team. The smell of the military dogs quickly exposed Wang Bao and the others' whereabouts.

"Damn! We are surrounded!" Li Wei also ran back in a panic. As soon as he heard gunfire in the distance, Li Wei found that many Japanese soldiers were rushing towards him. As soon as he was angry, he killed two military dogs and several Japanese soldiers who rushed up, and then retreated with his comrades from the alert team. Fortunately, he slipped fast and almost made dumplings for the Japanese army.

After the people who went out came back, Wang Bao and his organization quickly began to divert. Hearing the barking of dogs behind him, Wang Bao, Miyamoto Masao and others knew that they had been completely exposed to the Japanese army's sight.

"Li Weijun, let's divide our troops into two groups!" Hideko Kiyoda made her own suggestions. Such a big goal by more than 30 Japanese compatriots will really affect Chen Jiayao and the others' actions.

"No, you follow us, we will protect you!" Li Wei shook his head, joking. Usually, he could catch a Japanese prisoner like a rare protected animal. If these dozens of Japanese comrades left the team, even if the Japanese army killed one or two, Li Wei would definitely not be able to take it and take care of it. I believe that this big punishment would definitely not be able to escape.

"You, go, leave me here!" The wounded Japanese comrade struggled to push away the Japanese compatriots who were supporting him and wanted to sit down, and gasped with a pale face, "Don't let me drag you down! Or give me a shot." He was extremely tough in his stubborn Chinese.

Several guards and soldiers ignored the injured Japanese comrade's words, quickly helped him up, and bandaged him on the spot.

"Don't talk nonsense, our Eighth Route Army has not abandoned its comrades' habits!" Wang Bao's face turned cold, preventing the Japanese comrade from fending off his own words.

The gunshots behind became more and more intense. Everyone carried a few luggage and kept up with all their might. The telegraph machine with a total weight of nearly 60 kilograms was broken down into antennas, generators, telegraph cases and other components, which were carried by Japanese comrades and guards in turn. Behind the team, Li Wei and several soldiers kept firing at the Japanese army rushing out of the forest behind.

The stones and fine fragments of the plants that were hit by the warheads were blown up from time to time by Li Wei and the others behind the transfer team. The shooting during the movement had already affected the hit rate, making them almost as likely to be around them. In order to prevent the pursuers from approaching, Li Wei and the guards and soldiers had no time to take care of the bullets that were whistling by from time to time.

Li Wei's own sport shooting of mobile targets was really bad. At this time, he strongly longed for Fan Guowen to be here. In front of Fan Guowen's magic gun, the Japanese shot one by one.

During the long-term war, almost every veteran of the Eighth Route Army who had been fighting for a long time had the ability to avoid bullets and relied on listening to the bullets' whistling to make evasive moves, but muffled groans still occurred from time to time behind the team. The soldiers of the guard company who were shot were forced to be penetrated by the enemy's 38th gun bullets, and were still firing desperately until they were replaced by other comrades behind.

The Japanese comrades who were closely protected in the middle of the team almost turned red. The soldiers of the Guard Company were using their bodies to block bullets for them. "Baga! Don't worry about us, go by yourself!" Masao Miyamoto shouted in anxiety. He had already seen that these people had become burdens for the Guard Company soldiers.

"Don't worry, we will protect you." Wang Bao steadily held the 97 sniper in the team and shot and killed the Japanese machine gunners in the distance, making it impossible for the Japanese army to form continuous firepower coverage.

Many Japanese comrades were so anxious that they didn't know what to do. They watched more and more injured guards, and they were less unable to help them. They were anxious and shouted in Japanese as the guards rolled their eyes when they heard them.

"Gun, give us guns, we must join the battle!" A Japanese comrade shouted, and several other Japanese comrades also shouted.

"Baga! Stop!" Miyamoto Masao shouted angrily. He had been trying to avoid this problem as much as possible. Unexpectedly, someone picked it up. He also wanted to take up a weapon to assist Li Wei and the others.

According to the common grassroots cadres in the area usually have at least two grenades with them. It is almost a common thing for mass arming and armed groups to be armed. However, it is almost an unwritten rule within the Eighth Route Army that does not arm the Japanese comrades in the base area. As the saying goes, if they are not of our race, their hearts must be different. Japanese comrades are also aware of this unspoken rule. Since the Eighth Route Army has always paid attention to protecting their safety, the Japanese comrades consciously never ask for weapons and equipment.

Some soldiers from the Guard Company hesitated. Now the enemy is chasing them relentlessly. The number of injured personnel in the Guard Company has increased and its combat effectiveness has been severely degraded. How much does it require the support of reinforcements?

Masao Miyamoto ran to the guard company commander Wang Bao with sincerity and said, "Please don't get me wrong about their words. They are also kind-hearted. We will never have any hostility. Please believe us." The old Communist Party member was keenly aware that the words of the rash compatriot just now had pushed them and the guard company soldiers to a very delicate angle.

Wang Bao looked at Li Wei who was shouting behind the team, pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth and said to the soldiers of the guard company beside him in a low voice: "Give them a gun!"

Miyamoto Masao was shocked by Wang Bao's words, his expression was full of emotion, and his tone trembled, "Wang Baojun, thank you! We will not disappoint you."

After taking the rifles from the soldiers of the guards who were injured and lost their combat effectiveness, some Japanese comrades cheered excitedly. Perhaps because they had never touched the weapon for a long time, the feeling of touching the steel gun again inspired the passion of Bushido that had been hidden in their hearts.

Wang Bao also felt a cold sweat in his heart. He was willing to let it go. If he did not rely on these Japanese comrades, the guard company's small amount of troops would not be enough to consume. From the fact that these Japanese would rather endure misunderstandings and be pointed at by guns when they first came, they would rather endure misunderstandings and be pointed at by guns than maintain an honest and silent attitude, these Japanese comrades were still credible. At least before this, these Japanese had a lot of opportunities to seize the armed forces, but they did not.

After all, there were too many monks and few porridges. Only nine of the thirty-seven Japanese comrades took guns and replaced the soldiers of the guard company to guard the left and right sides of the transfer team, holding guns to warn the surroundings. The nine armed Japanese comrades seemed very energetic, and at the same time they also inspired the fighting spirit of other comrades.

Behind the team, Li Wei saw the scene where the guard company soldier handed the gun to the Japanese comrades.

The Japanese army has puppet troops, why can't China have the Eighth Route Army? Since they are so sincere, they can satisfy their small wishes, right? "Ms. Xiuzi! Let's go get some guns!" Li Wei suggested to Hideko Kiyota in the team.

"Okay!" Perhaps seeing the sparks of Sino-Japanese friendship at this moment, Hideko Kiyoda had a rare smile on her face. She saw that her revolutionary compatriots had established a very trustworthy friendship with the Eighth Route Army soldiers of China, which was very rare in this world environment.

Two figures broke out like lightning from the battle and retreating team of Wang Bao and others, and rushed into the Japanese pursuers in the rear.

A Sino-Japanese cooperation was fought for the first time with a samurai sword with a cold light and a dark and narrow fighting thorn.

Li Wei and Hideko Kiyota entered the unprepared Japanese army. The screams suddenly broke into the forest, and the blood splattered into the air into a mass of blood mist. Even Hideko Kiyota faced Japanese soldiers of the same clan and puppet soldiers of the same clan, neither of them was ruthless. As long as the ninja pulled out the samurai sword, there was no relative in his eyes. Hideko Kiyota, who had been arduous for a long time, was ruthless in reaping his life as if he was killing chickens and dogs. The efficiency of killing people was not inferior to Li Wei's fighting stings.

Seeing the samurai sword that reflected the cold light, the Japanese soldiers let out incredible howls before their death. There is nothing more terrible than this. People from their own country are helping the Chinese slaughter the imperial army.

Five Japanese who followed Hideko Kiyota on the mission followed Li Wei and Hideko Kiyota and quickly picked up weapons and ammunition from the bodies of Japanese and puppet soldiers.

"Roar!~~" A roar like rolling thunder roared in Li Wei's throat!

The Japanese military dogs that broke out from their reins sobbed and turned around and ran away. The supreme power of the dragon roar also made ordinary animals feel irresistible as if they were facing natural enemies.
Chapter completed!