Some Japanese and puppet soldiers who had just escaped rushed back with their heads screaming. There were also fierce gunfires not far away. The gap that Li Wei left for them was exactly where Fan Guowen and others were. They were almost not far away. They had just come out and didn't run much. The enemy with unfamiliar terrain collided with the other soldiers who rushed over to support the trial platoon.

Another light machine gun in the trial platoon drew bullets and drove the Japanese and puppet troops who were about to break through forcibly. This time, Li Wei's squad 1 and squad 4 and Fan Guowen who were rushing over to attack on each other, and the gap that had just made way for the enemy turned into a man-made death angle.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army on both sides had a very tacit understanding of grenades, and they fired neatly, pressing the enemy back into the concave corner step by step.

The Japanese and puppet troops had no trump card at all and were completely trapped in a crazy counterattack before the demise. However, the two light machine guns of the Trial Training Platoon did not give them a chance. Under the leadership of the battalion commander Wu Ergou, the combat style of the 3rd Regiment's 2nd Battalion has always been the ultimate killing style of eliminating roots and not leaving any future troubles. The 38 rifle that Li Wei and others replaced with uniformly returned the high penetration advantages of the 38 Type 38 to the enemy. The Trial Training Platoon did not bring any instructors this time, and the political psychology collapsed. They couldn't use it at all. What they needed was a massacre, an overwhelming massacre, and a refreshing massacre.

"Master Eighth Route Army, please spare your life!" The puppet soldiers collapsed before facing the threat of death, threw down their guns and rushed towards Li Wei and the others.

"Hold your head with both hands, lie down and don't move!" Li Wei's voice was even easier to use than a treble microphone, and it was green and environmentally friendly.

The Japanese soldiers who have always advocated Bushido could not tolerate the rebellion of the puppet soldiers. After shooting several puppet soldiers who wanted to surrender, the inner bars of the two Japanese and puppet soldiers inevitably occurred. Two groups of people in the concave corner terrain clearly occupied a corner and opened fire to each other. The conflict between the Chinese and the Japanese broke out completely, and even rabbits would bite people. The puppet soldiers were red and beaten with the Japanese soldiers. The spirit of the bursting out was almost ten times more powerful than before when facing the Eighth Route Army. Li Wei and the others were shocked. It seemed that once the character of the puppet soldiers broke out, they should not be underestimated.

The soldiers in the trial roster were so happy to watch the dog biting the dog on the spot, and by the way, they targeted all the firepower on the Japanese soldiers. No matter what, it was considered the Chinese helping the Chinese.

With the internal and external cooperation, the Japanese soldiers, whose numbers and firepower were immediately at an absolute disadvantage, quickly lost their ability to resist. More than 30 Japanese soldiers were all knocked down to the ground. The puppet soldiers who were angry and shot black guns from behind the Japanese mercilessly led the Japanese to the ground, regardless of whether they were angry or not. Instead, the puppet troops carried out battlefield disciplines for Li Wei and the others.

The puppet army squad leader and his subordinates threw down their weapons and gathered together. Li Wei and the others also formed a formation at the same time and leaned over carefully.

"Report! The fifth team of the 7th Mixed Brigade's First Squadron stationed in Yushe has been assembled and surrendered to the Eighth Route Commander. Please accept it!" The puppet army captain who was in the Eighth Route Army who was walking over had to salute all the Eighth Route Army soldiers. The puppet army captain was a bachelor and made the surrender ceremony look decent.

Fan Guowen, who was the temporary platoon leader, stood up and said, "I am Fan Guowen, the temporary platoon leader of the trial platoon of the Third Regiment of the First Division of the Eighth Route Army. I accept your surrender. Please wait in line." He turned to Li Wei and the others and said, "Squad Leader Li, Squad Leader Chen, clean up the battlefield! Let's go back."

The soldiers of the first and fourth squads quickly cleared the battlefield, and at the same time searched the surrendered puppet army, cleared out any dangerous things, and returned the rifle with the bolts to the puppet army, and then brought the enemy's casualties back to the camp to rescue the villagers.

After on-site post-war statistics, a total of 50 Japanese troops were annihilated, 37 puppet troops were captured, 17 puppet troops were captured, more than 70 Type 38 rifles, two light machine guns, more than 1,000 bullets, one grenade launcher, and more than 300 grenades. The losses of the trial platoon were almost negligible. In addition to the large amount of ammunition consumed, only seven soldiers were slightly injured.

However, the casualties of the masses were a little severe. During the chaos, nine people were unfortunately shot and killed by the Japanese and puppet troops, and more than 40 people were shot and injured. Many people were still unsure. If it weren't for the soldiers in the trial platoon, they believed that the Japanese and puppet troops had been defeated. They were frightened and slowly walked out of their hiding place and returned to the place where most villagers stayed.

The rescued villagers were all placed in a relatively leeward valley nearby, and several bonfires were lit for the villagers to keep warm. The valley was filled with sorrow and the villagers had not yet recovered from the trauma. There were crying sounds from the fire from time to time.

When Li Wei and Fan Guowen returned to the villagers' place, they caused a stir. When the villagers saw the dejected puppet army captives, they all cast hatred eyes.

"My son! You beasts, give me my son back!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged village woman rushed over and rushed to the puppet soldiers like crazy and kicked and grabbed them, crying in grief and anger. Her despair of losing her son made everyone sympathize with her.

The puppet army who was beaten was honest and endured it and did not dare to move. If there was any movement, the consequences would be even worse. However, Li Wei walked up to comfort him and said, "Aunt! Take care, you can't be resurrected, so I'd better mourn!"

"Bang!" Responding to Li Wei's crisp and loud slap, the scorching pain on his cheek. He could not believe that he was slapped hard by the aunt in front of him. Li Wei did not react.

Just hearing this sound, the slap was not light. The nearby villagers were also shocked. The soldiers in the trial platoon were also in a commotion and wanted to rush over. Some were ready to stop Li Wei from being angry, and some were ready to snatch the aunt away. A famous killer-level warrior in a district made people slap him. This is amazing. Even in the entire Taihang Mountain base, no one dared to slap Wei Zi. That was simply an old birthday star who was tired of eating arsenic!

Li Wei waved his hand and stopped his comrades from rushing over, making it impossible to see any expression on his face and still stood in front of the middle-aged village woman without moving.

The middle-aged village woman with red eyes pointed the conflict at Li Wei, "You are all you who have harmed my son, my only son. My family is counting on him to continue the incense. Why, why don't you save him? Why don't you save my son, you bastards!"

"You eighth Route Army are all trash and useless people. Even my son can't be kept. We ordinary people are so worthless? Why do you go to provoke the Japanese? Our days of peace have been destroyed by you. You murderers are all harmed by you."

He was extremely sad and slapped another slap. Li Wei didn't move, and he didn't even turn his face, and he was slapped in the face.

Many villagers couldn't sit still. When they saw piles of Japanese and puppet troops, the fool understood that the Eighth Route Army completely ignored the situation of the enemy's disadvantages that were several times higher than them. With the determination to fight to the death, they rescued themselves from the enemy with a minority. If it weren't for these soldiers, it would be a disaster for the elderly and young people in this village to fall into the hands of the enemy.

The soldiers in the trial platoon couldn't help but lower their heads and did not dare to watch this scene again, as if the two slapped in the faces were also slapped on their faces. The soldiers were extremely aggrieved. The Japanese burned, killed and looted China, and they did not fear life and death to rescue the villagers from the enemy's clutches, but they received such angry words. How could it not be heartbreaking or aggrieved?

Li Wei rarely showed any angry emotions. He gently held the hand of the middle-aged village woman and said firmly: "Auntie, stop crying. I know that your son died at the hands of the enemy. The Japanese wolfish ambitions. Even if we don't provoke them, they will still eat people. It is not only your son who died at the hands of the Japanese, but also thousands of other Chinese compatriots. We will also avenge their hatred. Here, I can swear! Our Eighth Route Army and the Japanese devils will never stop! Aunt, please take care of your health. Although your son is gone, look!"

Li Wei pointed at himself, then pointed at the other soldiers who were in the trial platoon and shouted: "I have him, he, and them. You can treat us all as your sons. Every soldier of our Eighth Route Army is the soldiers of the people, and we are all your children!" Li Wei felt sad, which was also a statement from the socialist family.

The middle-aged village woman followed Li Wei's finger and looked at every Eighth Route Army soldier in the trial platoon. Her sweat and blood were shaping the face of every soldier, but every pair of eyes seemed to have the same eyes as her son's eyes when she was alive.

She turned her head and looked at Li Wei froze, grabbed Li Wei's clothes tightly, and cried louder, "Son, um!~~My son!" As if she treated Li Wei as her son, although her crying continued to decline, her sadness and despair became much lessening. Li Wei's words largely unfolded her heart.

"This Eighth Route Chief is also heartbroken. Please don't take some anger to your heart." The old man who was once held as one of the four hostages came out of the crowd and was slightly supported: "I am the village chief of Yunhezi Village. I thank you here for the villagers of the village. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid there would be more than nine people in our village who died."

There are still people with rationality among the villagers in Yunhezi Village. As soon as the village chief said something, the whole village elders and young people knelt down in unison.
Chapter completed!