One summer of sparrow war, attack war, tunnel war, landmine war, made the Japanese and puppet troops miserable.

Yuan Pengfei's Second Battalion has less than 300 people from northwest Shanxi. In just over half a year, it has reached more than 1,500 people, expanding five times. This is not counting as the county brigade, district brigade, and village militia organizations, which have a total of more than 2,000 people.

What do you rely on to develop so many people?

Not all the Japanese transport brigades, every gun and every bullet, were stolen from Japanese.

The Xiao Caozhuang stronghold turned out to be just a squadron of Japanese soldiers stationed in a squadron, but recently a large group of Japanese soldiers and a regiment of puppet troops were transferred.

The commander of this brigade was nothing but Yuan Pengfei's old rival, Major Ichita Tera. They had only one purpose for this trip, to find out the Eighth Route Army and kill them.

As soon as he moved into the stronghold, Ichita Tetsu took the magpie's nest and sat on Captain Edo Kawaoka's seat.

Looking at the data reported in front of him, he scolded sternly: "Only half of a squadron is left, only more than one hundred are left in the 300 Imperial Army, all five artillery towers are lost, and all the roads are dug. How did you do it?"

"Sir, the Eighth Route Army is too rampant..."

"Baga! (bastard)"

"Hi."

Edo Kawaoka stood there and nodded tremblingly, not daring to refute at all. The rules of the superiors and subordinates of the Japanese army were still very serious. Not to mention scolding him, he had to be next to him even if he slapped him twice.

After calming down his anger, Terada Ichita said: "This is not a reason for your cowardice. Major General Yuuo Hirari gave the order to die. Be sure to get rid of this group of Eighth Route Army members, or you will wait for a caesarean section and apologize!"

"Hi."

Edo Kawaoka's mouth was full of bitterness. None of these were what he wanted. It was all forced by the Eighth Route Army.

Leading the team out for a sweep was always on guard against the black guns of the Eighth Route Army. Before we even arrived at the entrance of the village, we had to get a few landmines. When we arrived in the village, we saw that there was not even a chicken shadow.

When I entered the house to sweep, I had to guard against the Eighth Route Army that had emerged from the tunnel at any time, and I accidentally left my life.

They could only simply destroy the fields, throw the torch and light the house, and retreat in shame.

But that's not the end. On the way back, the Eighth Route Army still kept gunning all the way. They were hitting them for a while and walking for a while, and they were worried and embarrassed along the way.

They wanted to fight head-on, but the Eighth Route Army came and went without a trace and never had a head-on contact with them. They could not use their elite soldiers' qualities and rapid firepower to be beaten passively.

After two times like this, let alone those puppet troops, even the Japanese soldiers had to be suppressed by the military police to force them to go out.

This is not the worst. Last month, Edo Kawaoka ordered the reduction of troops, and all his subordinates were guarding the stronghold and artillery towers.

He thought: "We hide in the bunker. No matter how powerful the bullets of your Eighth Route Army are, you can't kill people through the bunker!"

That's right, the sparrow battle will not be able to be fought.

But the Eighth Route Army will also be upgraded!

If you don't come out, I'll go find you.

The people were mobilized to dig the road, cutting off the Japanese motorized forces' ability to quickly support it.

The five artillery towers were divided and the mortars were placed there. It would take not long to pull out these artillery towers one by one like pulling nails.

When he encountered this situation for the first time, Edo Kawaoka went to support him, but was ambushed by the Eighth Route Army on the way. If he hadn't escaped quickly, the small Caozhuang stronghold would have changed hands long ago.

After learning about the specific situation, Ichita Terada also had a headache. If the enemy didn't fight them, what could he do?

After pondering for a moment, he could only comfort him: "Edo Jin, the captain of this operation has equipped me with an artillery squadron equipped with four French 75 fast cannons.

With a mortar artillery squadron of our brigade, under these artillery fire, the enemy's flesh and blood bodies are simply unstoppable, and we are bound to win the Eighth Route Army here."

Edo Kawaoka nodded reluctantly, as if he was a show of support for the superior. In his heart, he actually didn't care.

No matter how powerful the artillery is, you have to attack people.

The Eighth Route Army is not the Central Army. Without need, it will not fight positional wars with you and allow your artillery to be exerted.

They hid in the mountains and valleys, and ten shells might not hit a single person, and they would not come back in shame.

...

How could Yuan Pengfei, who has been paying attention to the situation there, not knowing the situation in Xiaocaozhuang stronghold?

However, the Japanese and puppet troops with 1,700 men were a bit big, and the Second Battalion did not have such a big appetite!

Zhang Dabiao, the first moment he thought of the first battalion commander who was promoted to Chief of Staff. As far as he knew, the regular army of the first battalion was almost two thousand people a few days ago.

However, although Zhang Dabiao became the chief of staff, his heart was still in the first battalion. He also acted as he did when reporting the company, and never dared to report it too much, for fear that the political commissar and deputy commander of the criminal corps were split up.

However, Zhang Dabiao has always been very active in eating meat in war, and I think this time should be very happy. But he can't take this piece of fat meat alone, which is really a pity. Yuan Pengfei thought greedily.

Walking into the yard, he shouted, "Caval communication squad, gather!"

In two minutes, more than a dozen correspondents in the camp department gathered in the yard.

Yuan Pengfei: "Call the companies and return to the line and tell them not to hide it for me. I will take them back to eat fat. How much they can swallow depends on their ability."

"Yes, ensure that the task is completed." The correspondents responded in unison.

After giving Wang Zihu other things, Yuan Pengfei would not be idle. He summoned five soldiers from the guard squad and rushed towards the base of the first battalion.

At this moment, Zhang Dabiao was looking at the map and thinking about his next target! A few days ago, he led a team to ambush a group of Japanese and puppet troops. Less than 200 enemies, and the battle was solved in less than two hours. He was a little bored.

There is no way, but if you have a high vision, it will be different.

In the past, he could be excited for many days after killing so many enemies, seizing more than 100 rifles and three crooked hands.

But now, the regular army has two thousand troops in hand, and if they go out independently, they are also a regiment commander. It is interesting to fight the Japanese army and get two Type 92 infantry cannons.

If you beat some small fish and shrimp, at most, he would be itchy in his hands and he would be happy for a while.

It’s better to stay at home, eat Japanese canned beef, drink Shanxi Fenjiu, and spend two days of leisurely and happy life!

However, looking at the Chenjiazhuang and Xiao Caozhuang stronghold on the map, Zhang Dabiao couldn't help but smile knowingly: Lao Yuan, I have to help you this time!
Chapter completed!