In fact, on the battle line of causing trouble, Zhang Ran, Kang Ting and Wang Laoguai and others had differences.

Especially Wang Wenping, that was the highest jump!

"Take the Japanese. There are only twenty or thirty people left in those Japanese special girls, but they are carrying so many machine guns and grenade launchers. Who else can I chase them away if I don't chase them?"

Wang Wenping stood there with his neck bulging eyes and shouted Huan, with his face very reasonable, so everyone supported him very much and did not have the awareness of being a gun for Wang Laoguai Kang Ting and others.

Of course, it is not ruled out that this guy used the crooked handkerchief made by Fengtian for a day, and found that the crooked handkerchief of the Japanese was not very useful, so he wanted to use it again by stealing better guys from those Japanese.

But this guy didn't take long to dance and quickly understood a truth!

That is, even if there is a group of people supporting you, you must not offend the authority of your leader!

After being kicked to the ground by Zhang Ran and stomped on his butt a few times, Wang Wenping became very honest, and followed the team with a sad face and a crooked handle...

"Don't think I won't beat you up!"

Zhang Ran looked at the honest Wang Wenping and cursed in discomfort. This allowed Meng Haijian, who was familiar with the terrain, to lead the way quickly to the outside of Yangquan County - he refused to take shortcuts and turned to those big places to take action!

Behind the team, there were many Kurashui men. These people did not have guns and weapons, and they all carried empty bows on their backs.

Outside Yangquan County.

More than 2,000 exhausted Eighth Route Army troops were advancing in the mountains, and each of them looked solemn, because bad news was coming one after another!

The left-wing main road was blocked by a large number of Japanese and puppet troops!

On the right wing, there were Japanese gunboats patrolling along the river, guarding them strictly!

Behind them, the Japanese and puppet troops, who were supposed to have been led to the direction of Cangshui by Gu Xiangyang and others, rushed out from behind. It was less than half a day away!

Pu Yuanzhong's face turned pale.

Obviously, my plan has completely failed!

Not only did Pu Yuanzhong see this dilemma himself, but even veterans with rich combat experience such as Lao Li have already seen it!

But no one spoke.

Because they all knew that this was not Pu Yuan’s fault, it was just that the Japanese were too cunning!

The only thing everyone can do now is to bite the bullet and move towards Yangquan County and try to see if they can break through!

Everyone no longer thinks about casualties and other things, and they can count as much as they can rush over!

While commanding the team to march, Old Li looked at the faces of the soldiers around him, suddenly clapped his hands and shouted at the top of his throat: "What are you doing in mortality? Are you afraid?"

The soldiers looked at Lao Li and smiled bitterly, "Old Li, you have reached this point. What's the use of saying that you are afraid of it?"

"I know that comrades are not afraid of death. I know that you are afraid that if we lose our independent group, we will really become the world of the Japanese..."

Old Li shouted: "But don't forget that I have encountered so many more dangerous situations back then, but in the end, did the commander still come out with his brothers? So don't worry, the commander must have a way, and you must not give up until the last moment!"

While saying this, Lao Li was also looking at Pu Yuanzhong.

These words he said were not only to the soldiers, but also to Pu Yuanzhong!

Since I discovered that the Japanese were not fooled and that I was leading my brothers into the trap that the Japanese had already set, Pu Yuanzhong's face was extremely hard to see!

He blamed himself and felt guilty!

He felt that it was his mistake in judgment that killed the entire independent group!

He felt sorry for these thousands of subordinates and the trust of the organization!

"Brothers believe in you, and I, Lao Li, have always believed in you!"

Old Li stared at Pu Yuanzhong and said, "You are our leader, you must cheer up - no matter whether you are dead or alive, your brothers will have no regrets, and no one will blame you!"

"Thank you, Lao Li!"

Hearing Lao Li's words, Pu Yuan's head suddenly became clear and suddenly smiled: "Do you remember why I insisted that even if I went deeper alone, I would come to this area?"

"Of course I know!"

Old Li smiled and said, "You want the people here to know that our country's troops will never abandon their own people and will never surrender to the Japanese. Chiang Kai-shek's troops have left, our Eighth Route Army has not left yet, and we are still sticking to this land. We will fight with everyone to the end of the Japanese. You tell the division commander that as long as our independent regiment is still there, the people here will not bow to the Japanese easily..."

"yes!"

Gu Xiangyang smiled and said, "The purpose of my comrades here is to fight against the Japanese invaders, and it is also to strengthen the determination of all the people to fight to the end of the war. Lao Li, I will pass on my order to set up a defense on the spot based on Lao Wangpo under our feet!"

"What?"

Old Li simply suspected that he had heard it wrong: "You mean, let's not leave?"

"I won't leave!"

Pu Yuanzhong looked at Gao Di around him and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, the Japanese puppet army may have already set up heavy troops in Yangquan County ahead for us to go. If we go, it will be difficult for us to fight out--since our regiment is destined to be unable to escape, then we should simply turn passive into initiative, and at least we have to start a war with the Japanese on the battlefield we choose!"

While saying this, Pu Yuanzhong pointed to the surrounding advantageous terrain and said: "This area is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and we can support it at least ten days!"

"Ten days are enough for the people around to see the determination of our Eighth Route Army and enough for the people to know that with our Eighth Route Army here, even if we have the last breath, we will continue to fight the Japanese!"

"yes!"

Old Li slapped his thigh and laughed: "At that time, even if our independent regiment is exhausted, the people at least see that our Eighth Route Army will not surrender to the Japanese, and they will not bow to the Japanese easily. As long as our team comes back, they will voluntarily support us and fight with the Japanese to the end..."

"good!"

Pu Yuanzhong patted Lao Li on the shoulder and smiled, "The one who gave birth to me, the one who knew me, Brother Li..."

"It has been more than ten years since I met you in Jiangxi. Can you not know you!"

Old Li laughed and turned around and shouted at the soldiers: "Have you heard the commander's order? Why are you still standing there? Digging trenches, laying out firepower, and preparing to fight against the Japanese and traitors in this battle. Even if our independent regiment must have the entire army, it will still show the majesty of our Eighth Route Army..."

"Fight with the Japanese to the end!"

"If you are not afraid of death, come, fight to the death. Who have we Eighth Route Army ever been afraid of..."

The soldiers kept shouting and began to build trench fortifications and count ammunition...

"Prepare more stones, this is a good guy, who can smash the heads of many Japanese men..."

A group of commanders and fighters, the veterans regained their vitality at the moment they heard the order, and began to jump up and down, using their rich combat experience to arrange positions, wanting to turn this position into a hell for the Japanese!

The existence of these veterans of commanders and fighters made Pu Yuanzhong Lao Li completely idle, and he had time to lean on the big rock on the top of the mountain to smoke cigarettes and enjoy the sunset.

“How beautiful…”

Pu Yuanzhong pointed to the green mountains around him and sighed.

"The Feng Shui is good. If we can die in this world in battle, we will pick it up!"

Old Li grinned and thought of some people, saying, "Wang Dajiao Du Laojiu and others died, the Feng Shui of the land is not as good as ours..."

Pu Yuan was speechless, thinking that I would like to talk to you about the magnificence of the mountains and rivers of the motherland, and you would tell me about the Feng Shui of the buried land when I was dead?

However, he also knew that Lao Li could not keep up with his thinking. At the same time, he also remembered the shot on his feet but did not receive good treatment. When it was blowing, it was raining, and one foot was swollen, and the two big Wang Dajiao, who was not able to take a step as soon as he saw wine. He smiled and said as Lao Li said: "That's right, Wang Dajiao fell from the cliff. Lao Jiu died in the swamp when he passed through the grass. We couldn't pull it up..."

"Yes, yes, Wang Dajiao fell down, even if he didn't break it, he would have to be gnawed by the wolf. The old wine must be rotten in the swamp - after all, the brothers from Jiangxi are only lucky to die in this Feng Shui treasure land..."

Old Li remembered his son whom he had never met before, and then looked at the surrounding mountains and said happily: "Look, this Zuo Qinglong and White Tiger are the dragon veins. My son may be able to be the emperor..."

"You don't know if it's a son or a daughter!" Pu Yuanzhong cursed with laughter.

"My old Li family has passed down the ninth generation, and he must be his son!"

Lao Li said affirmatively: "Besides, you should know that I am destined to have a son..."

"Yes, yes, yes, just be happy!"

Pu Yuanzhong smiled and said sadly for a while: "If we die, the brothers who came out of Jiangxi with us will be no one?"

"No, you and I are more lucky!"

Lao Li sighed: "If you die here, you can brag with Big Foot and the others and have a good drink with Lao Du..."

"Yes, they are down there, I'm afraid we'll be tired of waiting!"

Pu Yuanzhong responded, looking at the sunshine falling all over the sky, his eyes full of nostalgia and regret...

I am nostalgic about this world and regret the ideal world that countless brothers have continued!

Old Li was still talking, talking about whether the underground parties led by Long Xin had escaped. If they escaped, they could report the situation of the independent group to the organization, and the organization could send a message to their homes. During the holidays, their son would burn paper for themselves, so that they would not even have a person to pay tribute to them...
Chapter completed!