"Warm your body?! Do you use such strong alcohol? Damn, do you want to burn me to death?! It's such a nonsense!" Li Wei's throat was burning, and he couldn't help but be stimulated by alcohol. He grabbed a few pieces of snow from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. After it melted, it sprayed out again. It only calmed down a little after several consecutive times.

Li Wei's alcohol capacity is limited, and he usually doesn't drink much. Now his face suddenly turned red and his neck is thick. As with Guan Gong's, he still can't fade away for a while.

Tian Xiaowu was pulled into the 12th District Team from the militia company half a month ago. He had never seen Li Wei's fierce and murderous look like he was so fierce that his eyes turned red on the spot and tears were rolling.

"A man is bleeding but not crying, cry! Change me a pot of water!" Li Wei angrily threw the pot of water back to Tian Xiaowu, drinking this thing that can burn people as water. It is already a non-human category. There are really a lot of alcoholics in other district teams, especially in winter, Li Wei even suspected that their platoon leader was placing according to the alcohol content.

Although the soldiers were very elegant in holding kettles in small mouthfuls, what was inside was still to be verified.

"Don't blame Xiaotian, I asked me to change it. What a man? I'll be a real man if I drink a few sips of strong wine! It's a cold day, I won't be frozen even if I drink a sip of wine! Xiaotian and I have a good intention, please don't be angry either! Like us Shandong men, no one can change their faces even if they don't even change their faces. Your little alcohol tolerance, hey, you have to exercise to get close to the masses!" Xiao Baoguo, the company commander of the 14th District Team, smiled and rounded the scene. He held an exquisite metal wine pot in his hand, took a sip, and burped a comfortable burp. The alcohol burned his eyes and became more and more prosperous.

In this winter when the cold wind is so strong that the exposed skin is like a knife, a sip of wine can sometimes be a life-saving thing. Each company will prepare some such spirits. The drunkards in those companies will always drink a few sips before the war. The wine will make the cowards brave and will not lenient in killing the Japanese.

"Hmph! Don't remind me! This wine is so bad! You think I'm like drinking one or two pounds of boiled water." Li Wei rolled his eyes at these revolutionary soldiers who were tested by alcohol in anger, and then poured a few sips of clean water that Tian Xiaowu had replaced again, and then pressed the feeling in his mouth, but his tongue was still a little numb.

At this time, each company had already gathered, and each person was wearing a large thick white oil cloth cloak, which was specially adapted to the battle in this snowy day, which was thick and warm, and prevented from the infiltration of snow water.

"Set out!" Li Wei was full of alcohol, and the aftermath of the strong wine was unconsciously raised, and the murderous intent was irrepressible.

Nearly three squadrons, more than 500 Japanese and puppet troops, were holding guns, stepping forward on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. From the direction they came, it may be from Hejian.

The Japanese and puppet army, who were anxious, could not tolerate such an Eighth Route Army that was constantly disrupting the situation for themselves. Three unlucky Japanese and puppet army squadron leaders were drawn from the misunderstanding and driven out of the Hejian under the wind and snow, looking for the Eighth Route Army that they had hidden from nowhere.

"This is a ghost weather!" The puppet army squadron leader rubbed the clear nose under his nose that was so cold that it was red and red, complaining.

"Baga! You bunch of waste! Miscellaneous! Get up!" Japanese squadron leader Jiro Makino stared at the squadron leader of the puppet army and shouted: "You should take a bath with cold water every day and wipe your body with ice and snow in winter. How could you be afraid of such a little wind and snow, and raise your chest up, you sick men."

Hearing this, the Japanese soldiers in the squadron behind Jiro Makino all had a bitter face. They took a bath with cold water all year round and used ice and snow to wipe their bodies in winter, which made this arrogant and overly over-the-top squadron leader forcefully. Any silly big-headed soldier would like this. The soldiers with a slightly weak constitution could not bear it, which also made the Makino Squadron the squadron with the most abandoned soldiers.

Makino's excessive vanity has caused such a bad situation to cause these peasants and ronin, who are not elite Japanese soldiers. Whoever has become such a squadron leader is equivalent to having a bad life for eighteen lifetimes.

"It's true, what's the evil?!" The squadron leader of the puppet army muttered in a voice that only he could hear, tilted his head, intending to not cooperate without violence. The Chinese are linked with human relationships. For the puppet army who were originally intended to make a living, too tough discipline would inevitably rebound, and the squadron leader of the puppet army would naturally not do things that were unpopular to his subordinates.

"Baga! Be more energetic! Otherwise I will give my head a sacrifice to my sword!" Jiro Makino said tyrannically, sniffing! He proudly pulled out the shiny samurai sword and looked at the puppet soldiers who were about to shrink into a group. His fierce and vicious look scared the puppet soldiers quickly stomped on two steps, straightened up, and their two hands holding the gun could not help but rub them, and the heat was warm. The treatment of the puppet soldiers has always been poor, and their military uniforms were far less warm and thick than that of the Japanese army.

Relying on the little shabu-shabu water rewarded by the Japanese, the puppet soldiers were not full or warm at all. Sometimes they had to go to the countryside to sweep them and scrape some oil and water. This also made the puppet soldiers a big disaster. In recent years, some puppet soldiers have been both soft and hard by the Eighth Route Army and the guerrillas to provide intelligence to the anti-Japanese armed forces in exchange for some living expenses, and no longer harasses the people in the base area.

Just as he was bullying these poor puppet soldiers with great power, Jiro Makino was suddenly poured with a scoop of cold water by another squadron leader Yoshihira Akai.

"Makino! Are you talking too much nonsense?" Yoshihira Akai said with a stern face. In his eyes, some cowardly puppet troops were really not in line with the identity of a samurai sword and cannon fodder. As long as you are obedient, you have to rely on the imperial army of the Great Japanese Empire to fight.

When he said sarcastic words to Akai, Jiro Makino would not be able to strike in front of these puppet soldiers, so that these lowly Chinese people could see the jokes of the Imperial Army. He sneered twice, and said with a slight smile: "Kun Akai! You can't be made into a weapon without being carved! These Chinese people have to practice well, otherwise they would be wasting the food of the Imperial Army."

"Don't you know that there is a saying in China that 'Current wood cannot be carved'?" Captain Akai Yoshiharu was tit-for-tat.

What a thing! The puppet soldiers who heard these two Japanese squadron leaders talked in Chinese were almost furious. What a thing! Those foods with bran and vegetables are also worthy of food! Distribution is not to treat people as humans!

If it weren't for the unwritten rules among the Japanese and puppet troops that Japanese officers had agreed to be one level older than puppet military officers, this group of puppet troops would have long cursed.

"We are marching now, you should be careful! Don't be shot by the Eighth Route Army in the head!" Jiro Makino teased his colleagues and ridiculed the other party for meddling in other people's business!

"You..." Yoshihiko Akai's face changed slightly, and suddenly her head turned into a broken watermelon and broke it apart. After a while, a dull gunshot was heard.

"Ah!~~~~" Jiro Muino's face turned pale, and he pointed directly at Yoshihiko Akai's headless body and pounced in front of him, his limbs twitched unconsciously. He didn't expect that he had the ability to have the crow's mouth, and his words came true. He just said that Akai's head was blown out, and his voice fell, as if he had immediately confirmed his words. Yoshihiko Akai's head was blown out in front of him.

"Enemy attack!~~" The Japanese soldiers under their command did not use Jiro Makino's orders and scattered in a shrill voice. They even scattered all over the place, and Jiro Makino, who had not yet recovered, was also pounced on the ground. The one who knocked down Makino was Akai's subordinates. They also knew that they could not lose the only squadron leader, otherwise the battle would be even more difficult to fight.

On the contrary, the puppet soldiers who were about to be frozen seemed to have their brains frozen, clumsy and thrashing like headless flies, screaming and crying, and forming a mess without defense. It seemed that they had been scared by the Eighth Route Army, so they collapsed on the spot when they heard the gunshots and saw the headshot of the Japanese squadron leader.

A rain of bullets swept over, and the Japanese and puppet soldiers who had no time to hide in a safe place were swept down.

The Japanese and puppet troops who were leaping into the snow discovered that bullets were constantly fired from the snow from both sides, and it was obvious that someone had been waiting for them for a long time to ambush them.

"Ring Defense! Hurry up and concentrate, don't disperse! Machine gunner, fight back!" The squadron leader Jiro Makino was anxious. The pig-like puppet soldiers only knew how to scream like a woman, holding their heads until the stray bullets fell to the ground. Their team reduced the combat effectiveness of a squadron. These damn puppet soldiers were not enough to defeat them. Jiro Makino wished they could shoot them all on the spot.

When the two Japanese squadrons heard Jiro Makino's orders, they quickly moved closer to each other, set up grenade launchers and started firing. The crooked handlers who were lying on the ground spurted out flames. They ignored the puppet troops in chaos and were also wary of them storming their formations.

The forces of both sides were roughly equal, but the combat power of the two Japanese squadrons should not be underestimated. Li Wei made a quick decision and broke the formation before the other party organized an effective counterattack, using fast attacks and chaos to disrupt the chaos. Only melee can the Japanese grenade launcher and machine gun firepower be unable to be exerted.
Chapter completed!