What good things would happen if he was called by Tsukada? Qian Erbao really didn't want to go, but there was no way. Who asked himself to wear the Royal Army clothes? Who asked him to eat other people's meals and hold the silver from others? To be honest, Qian Erbao had long wanted to take off his skin, like the people from Erma Mountain, occupy a mountain and lead a group of brothers to live a comfortable life. But when his elder brother Lou Zuguang had been in love with him over the years, he could not make up this decision. Later, when Erma Mountain was wiped out, this idea was cut off.

"Qian Sang, the shelling will be over soon. For the next attack, I need you to send two squadrons and troops to launch an attack on the Eighth Route Army from the front and back of the village. Of course, I will also send troops to assist your attack. How about it, is there any problem?"

After hearing what Zhao Si translated, Qian Erbao cursed: "You are so angry that you are a devil, and you use my brother as a shield and cannon fodder."

Zhao Si was stunned for a moment. He didn't dare to translate the truth, but he didn't know how to tell Tsukada. He had to beg Qian Erbao with his eyes, wanting to ask him to say something that would allow him to reply to the Japanese head.

Qian Erbao is not afraid of the dead traitor translator's report, so he is not good at tearing his face first, but if the Japanese head Tsukata dares to turn against each other first, he really doesn't mind singing a drama against him.

"What? Is Qian Sang unwilling to send troops?" Tsukata saw Zhao Si's embarrassment. He could actually understand a lot of Chinese. Of course, Qian Erbao's scolding was within the scope of his understanding, but he still pretended to be ignorant. It was nothing to be scolded by a few words. But these damn Chinese people could help him conquer this village, so it would be fine if he was scolded for a few more words.

"No, no, Taijun, Captain Qian said, he will send troops immediately." Zhao Si was able to serve three Japanese heads in a row and be able to make a fortune in Laiyuan. Of course, he has his own uniqueness. He was still helping him with the kick of Qian Erbao, which is his intelligence.

"I said Zhao Si, what are the Japanese heads muttering? You kid are not allowed to lie to me at all." Qian Erbao glanced at Tsukada. He staggered and wanted to arouse the Japanese heads' anger, and then he could be punished by his elder brother to save his brother's lives.

"Brother Qian, Master... The Japanese head is asking me if you don't want to send troops. I answered that he was no, saying that you have agreed." Zhao Si acted as a pug, acting as a soundtrack between Tsukada and Qian Erbao without any dignity. He originally called Tsukada Taijun, but when he saw Qian Erbao's eyes that looked like copper bells, he felt inexplicably weak and blurted out the words "Ghost Head".

"Who promised to send troops? You bastard dares to be my leader." Qian Erbao acted to kick Zhao Si, but after seeing Tsukada's gloomy face, he let him go and said to his companion who came with him: "Import Zhang Yi and Luo Yanmin and ask them to launch an offensive from the beginning and end of the village respectively."

The soldier turned around and was called back by Qian Erbao. He walked to him and said in a light voice: "Tell them, look at the brothers, if the situation is wrong, run away. The Japanese dare to kill people and let them fight back. I will take care of it if there is something."

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Liu Yunbiao leaned his back against the bunker, closed his eyes, and listened to the explosions from time to time. He would have lie on the bunker before, but it was just because he hadn't fought in person for a long time and suddenly burst out freshness. After watching for a long time, he felt annoyed and simply sat in the bunker to rest. He was not afraid of being bombed by cannons, nor was he afraid that the vibration of the surrounding explosions would hurt his five internal organs. The caliber of the Japanese cannon was too small and not enough to harm the human body by vibration.

Not long after I sat down, I realized that the Japanese bombardment had stopped.

It is a Chinese who know that once the Japanese cannon stops, it will immediately be an attack from infantry. Especially when tentative attacks have been carried out, the upcoming wave of attacks will definitely be very powerful.

So as soon as the cannon stopped, Liu Yunbiao jumped up from the bunker. Looking around, he saw the puppet troops and the Japanese in black, pushing towards the village in a messy line of scattered soldiers. This time they did not grind the rocks anymore, but rushed towards the village in troop.

Liu Yunbiao also did not wait until the Japanese puppet army rushed to the village before firing. The enemy's troops were very scattered and wide. If they were not blocked early, it would be impossible to repel them with a row of troops.

Without too much hesitation, Liu Yunbiao directly tapped the rifle in his hand. He was originally the one who liked machine gun the most, but Xiaole forcibly pushed his machine gun out and warned him that if he found out that he dared to use the machine gun again, don't follow her again. Liu Yunbiao knew that this was Xiaole protecting him. Who wouldn't know that although a firepower point like a machine gun was very good to fight the Japanese, it was also the most dangerous. Not only would the Japanese gun gunners stare at them, but the Japanese sharpshooters would also keep aiming and shooting. No matter which unit, the casualty rate of the machine gunners would be the highest.

Liu Yunbiao's gunshots were the order to open fire. The first row used all the firepower this time, including a Maxim heavy machine gun. The heavy metal tearing and knocking sound on the battlefield was very unique. The powerful firepower and coverage made no puppet army or Japanese soldiers dared to rush forward in the area it controlled. The puppet army soldiers in front who were broken by it became the best deterrent.

"The Eighth Route Army here actually has a Maxim machine gun. No wonder the Yangzhuang stronghold fell." Tsukata murmured to himself, his face was very gloomy. After two rounds of intensive shelling, the Eighth Route Army in the village could still maintain such strong resistance. It did not look like a new company at all. This was beyond his expectations and even gave him a bad premonition.

It would definitely not be so easy to attack in front of the village. Now it depends on how the village is progressing. Tsukada is a little decadent. He raised the telescope hanging on his chest to see how the war was going on at the end of the village. But as soon as he lifted it up, he heard the dense gunshots coming from the other side, and there was a roar of a Maxim machine gun outside.

When did the Eighth Route Army develop into a new company that can have two heavy machine guns? Is this the Eighth Route Army that did not necessarily have one heavy machine gun in the past? Tsukada smiled bitterly. He was a veteran of war and could naturally listen to the weapons and equipment of both sides of the enemy and us on the battlefield. The Fourth Company of the Eighth Route Army stationed in this small village not only had two Maxim heavy machine guns, but also the Imperial Army-style Type 92 heavy machine gun (pheasant neck), the eleventh light machine gun (crooked handle), the 38th rifle, and the Czech light machine gun in the Chinese army, and the formal rifle. It is no exaggeration to say that in addition to small cannons, the weapons and equipment they possess are not inferior to the Imperial Army and the Imperial Army commanded by themselves.
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