Chapter 314

In order to satisfy the curiosity of the condolences from the rear of the country about actual combat, the district captain Wang Bao specially asked the fourth and fifth platoons to go out in person, and took a few representatives of the condolence propaganda team to find a stronghold, fight on the spot, and provide opportunities to take photos in actual combat, so as to show all sectors of the society in the rear of the Kuomintang-controlled area how the Eighth Route Army in the central Hebei region dealt with the Japanese invaders.

As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger. This female student named He Xiang is not afraid of Li Wei at all. Instead, she argues with Li Wei without giving in and saying: "You are a coward! Without a flag, how can you show the heroic posture of my Chinese man fighting the Japanese invaders to the death!"

"This is a battlefield, not a personal performance venue, nor is it filming. What kind of heroic image should be put on?! We have already set up a detailed combat plan before the battle. The soldiers cooperated tacitly and did not need any flags to guide the direction. Fighting is based on team combat, not personal heroism." Li Wei bluntly accused the female student of her naivety, but did not remember that sometimes he would sometimes work foolishly with the enemy like a Rambo. Even if he specifically cared for the request of the propaganda team members, he could not use the lives of his soldiers as a tool to please.

The Red Flag of Charge is purely nonsense. Since the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War, the CCP has stopped playing such a game. Chairman Mao has long said that only by preserving oneself in the war can we eliminate the enemy. The combat effectiveness of every soldier is very precious. If a big red flag is so conspicuous on the battlefield, it is a strange thing not to get shells. Only in movies and TV will there be scenes of carrying the Red Flag to play Charge. Who would be so stupid in reality?

"You!" He Xiang's eyebrows were raised and her silver teeth were bitten. She was almost angry by Li Wei's words.

"Hmph! Seven pounds of pig heads and four pounds of mouths, your Eighth Route Army's combat power is nothing more than that. You can only talkatively. I have seen American soldiers. That's an elite army. I can't even hear the guns." A condolence propaganda team member in charge of taking pictures walked over with a camera and said sour, looking contemptuous.

The faces of the soldiers in the four and five rows of surrounding areas changed color. If it weren't for the elite, how could they have built a large base in such a difficult situation? This condolence propaganda team members was clearly slander. If it weren't for his guest, they would have already rushed to educate him. After laughing, there were not many teams in the Jizhong area who had the combat effectiveness of exceeding the 12th District Team. Even the local snake in Baiyangdian-Yanling team would have called the 12th District Team.

"Hmph! Today I will take you to see the actual combat, so the offensive rhythm is deliberately slowed down so that I can leave a camera for you. If it were normal, I would have solved the battle long ago!" Li Wei snorted coldly, without any movement. The US military used Thomson, which was not suitable for the Sino-China battlefield with poor supply. If the US military was powerful, it would not suffer a big loss in the Pacific War.

"Weizi, can't you say less?!" Chen Jiayao hurried over, pulled Li Wei aside, turned to the female student He Xiang and said, "How about we set up a stronghold first, can you take pictures?! Hold a flag and pose for a re-photo, and take pictures as you want. Isn't it possible for everyone to be happy?"

"Okay! That's OK!" Seeing Chen Jiayao coming out to smooth things over, the female student He Xiang did not express her objection, and gave Li Wei a blank look, which was considered to be agreeing.

Whether it was the photographer who just said sarcastic words, or the female student He Xiang who was angry and asked Li Wei and the others to charge forward to take the camera, the representatives of the publicity team who watched the game on the spot all opened their eyes wide, opened their mouths wide, and their expressions were stagnant.

A beautiful blitzkrieg broke out before the condolences propaganda team members. Before they could come back to their senses, it ended perfectly. It took only one minute, just like a ox knife chopping a chicken. As soon as the ox knife was lifted, the chick was killed.

Amid the wailing begging for mercy, the puppet army, who had survived because it was the Chinese, was smashed out of the stronghold by the butt stock of the third platoon of soldiers, but the Japanese soldiers resisted until they were shot dead because they knew they had no way to survive.

Until the end of the battle, the grenade squad with firepower support outside the stronghold was even bored sitting beside the two grenade trolleys, chewing on the grass roots, and even the shell boxes were not lifted. Originally, any platoon could handle such a small battle independently, and they came here to support the storefront. Even the lives and ages of soldiers inside, and even the color of underwear they were wearing today, there was no way to use grenade trolley shells to treat them.

Hiss!~~~~ The photographer who was still saying something just now was gasping for a cold breath, watching Li Wei walk out of the watchtower with a fighting thorn stained with blood at his hand, and the blood beads still slid down. The relaxed and smile on his face seemed to be the expression of returning home from work, without the bloody and fierce aura after the slaughter.

"Okay! You guys go and take pictures, let alone raise the flag and pose, you can even find someone to pretend to be a devil." Li Wei walked over, as if he didn't see the strangeness on the faces of these condolence propaganda team members. The fighting stinged the fighting sting a few times, shook the blood beads on it, and then inserted it back into the sting sheath behind it.

It’s really like killing people like killing chickens and dogs! This stupid soldier is really a fierce god! Not only the photographer, but even the female student He Xiang began to feel a little afraid of Li Wei. They had never seen anyone take murder seriously like this.

The occupied strongholds were not allowed to be played by the fourth and fifth rows. The real battlefield scene gave the best photography scene for the condolence propaganda team members. The soldiers in the fourth and fifth rows were not allowed to retreat to the charge position and re-attack the photographer of the condolence propaganda team. They carried a tall and strong soldier with bamboo poles to raise a red flag and made a shout to charge forward. Several unlucky soldiers put on the Japanese uniforms that were stripped down and played a guest appearance as the Japanese soldiers, pretending to fight with the Eighth Route Army soldiers. A series of lenses made the photographer very happy, and they didn't even have time to change the negatives. The interspersed empty bags bounced and the air blowing effect of the gunpowder bag made the shot seem like the photographer risked his life to charge with the team, and truly reproduced the entire process of the battle.

The camera is a rare thing in the base area. The soldiers in the fourth and fifth rows looked at the diorama and were happy to cooperate. Even the third row leader Chen Jiayao made a gesture to show off. However, only Li Wei was deliberately or unintentionally excluded by the camera, and he could not even leave his back. It was not that he had seen the camera, and Li Wei didn't care about not being able to leave a picture.

After a while, it was not until the sun set that the photographer satisfied and used up the negatives he brought this time. However, the soldiers of the 12th District Team were so tired that they seemed to have fought dozens of strongholds.
Chapter completed!