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Section 153

Chapter 153

"You are not injured, are you?" Captain Zhang Junsheng saw the young militia behind Ji Ping with blood on his body, "Yan'er! ~ Check their injuries and bandage them."

"Yes!" Zhou Yan put down the earth rpg, took out the medical bag, and walked towards the militia behind Ji Ping's special commissioner.

The high-quality medicines received from the Japanese stronghold were the first to be cheaper. However, the soldiers of the Seventh Squad did not know that the night was a noisy, and the puppet troops and the Japanese in the stronghold within a radius of nearly ten miles were tightly spent for a month, and the food and salary were not paid, and a few unlucky people became scapegoats and killed their superiors directly.

The Japanese team who had been redirecting from that stronghold almost didn't dare to step into the base area, for fear of hitting the vicious Eighth Route Army again, and then killing all three lights and burning them.

Captain Zhang Junsheng naturally had his guerrillas' post-war handling of this kind of encounter. "Wei Zi, Deng Feng, check the battlefield! Squad Leader Lei, take a few alerts and search for the remaining enemies!" He directed the soldiers of the Seventh Squad to carry out post-war clearance work.

As soon as he talked about the injury, the militiamen Haikun and Su Zheng who protected the special commissioner Ji Ping were feeling hot at first. Both of them were very injured. Haikun let the bullet rub twice, and Su Zhenggang had a penetrating injury on his left arm. When he was shot, he felt only numb heat. Now that he relaxed his attention, he suddenly felt no longer able to do it.

"Zhenggang, you bandage it first!" Militia Haikun threw a sentence and asked Su Zhenggang to bandage it first, but the man ran to another militia who had been shot and fell to the ground before. He knelt beside the militia and picked up his body.

Militia Haikun did not call Zhou Yan to treat him. He also knew very well that such severe injuries were not possible under the existing conditions. He just hugged the militia, with a sad face. Although the man did not cry easily, he was not sad.

"Last brother!" A man with iron attack hugged the shot militia tightly. After holding it in for a long time, he finally cried out in a crying voice. The militia in his arms was weak, his face was white, and his blood was gone. The militia Haikun was already crying.

As if he felt Haikun's crying, the militia in Haikun's arms raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes slowly closed.

It was not until the temperature of the militia in his arms gradually lost that Haikun gently placed the body of the martyr on the ground, "Third brother, I will definitely avenge you!"

"Report to the captain! There were 16 bandits, killing ten people, captives, and no wounded. A total of fifteen long spears, three short spears, eight grenades, three hundred bullets, fifty oceans, two gold bars and several supplies were seized." After Li Wei and Deng Feng cleared the field, they made a clearance report to Captain Zhang Jun. Li Wei hid behind his left hand and held a fighting sting that kept dripping blood beads.

"No wounded?" Captain Zhang Junsheng frowned, looking at Li Wei's honest face, his mouth moved, and said nothing.

The Thunder Dragon who came back after the peripheral alert search was a little unnatural. Little Lizi's words were obviously loopholes. Why was there no bandit wounded people after fighting for so long? After leaving for a while, the kid was making small moves again. There must be something wrong with the statement that the wounded people were not captured.

The special commissioner Ji Ping was sucking air conditioners. This Eighth Route Army team was different from what he had encountered before. Not only was the equipment luxurious, but the combat power was strong, even a little soldier was so ruthless. He saw Li Wei dragging a few bandits who were still wailing, and he wiped the neck of the bandit wounded like a chicken, as if nothing had happened. The blood from his neck spurted out from afar. Li Wei continued to the next one without even looking at it. This man really killed people without blinking.

Ji Ping was still muttering that there would be any danger on the way back, Captain Zhang Junsheng's words made Ji Ping overjoyed and said flatteredly: "Thank you, Captain Zhang! I am really worried about the current situation of Comrades Kunzi and Zhenggang. If there is a big deal on the way back, I really don't know how to explain to the villagers. Thank you Captain Zhang this time, I will definitely treat you well when I arrive in the village." He used his concern for the two militias Haikun and Su Zhenggang to cover up his fear.

Ji Ping was really glad that he did not shout out the word surrender at that time, otherwise it would be not only Captain Zhang and others who would not look down on him, and even Haikun and Su Zhenggang would not be able to let him go. Even if Zhang Junsheng finally saved him, he, the special envoy, would not have the shame to continue doing it.

The base area is intertwined with the enemy war zone, and the people often use the strategy of firming the walls and clearing the fields to resist the invasion of the Japanese devils.

The seventh team led Ji Ping and others to escort six bandit prisoners to camp in the deserted mountain valleys. Chen Huo and Meng Zisu escort these six prisoners to pick up firewood. After seeing Li Wei's demonstration of the death star dust shuttle, the six bandit prisoners were very honest, but these bandits had the habit of paying attention to the three disciplines and eight points when they were fine.

Nearly twenty people have to open their mouths to eat. The rations of the Seventh Team alone can hardly withstand so many people's consumption. Captain Zhang Junsheng and Lei Long's squad leader decided not to move the dry food that the team brought by themselves, and go directly to get some wild food to deal with it.

Captain Zhang Junsheng took Li Wei to search for prey outside. With Zhang Junsheng's survival experience in fighting guerrillas in the wild and Li Wei's cold weapon ambush ability, hunting was not easy to capture. In a short while, he dragged a big wild boar back. Compared to modern times, there were many wild animals at that time. As long as he was quick-eyed and experienced, it was not difficult to eat a full stomach in the wild.

I washed the wild boar, found a few large stones to build a small iron pot, then dug a hole on the ground to pile up firewood, and fired. Half the wild boar was roasted and half boiled. The roasted meat was covered with salt and seasonings, and some newly revealed wild vegetables were poured into the soup pot. Under the bright red flame, the golden grease dripped down, and the aroma in the soup pot quickly spread. Even the trembling bandits couldn't help but get together in the direction of the fire. It was so fragrant, everyone's expression was the same, and the strong meat fragrance attracted all their attention.
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