Check in from the bright sword

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Ryoichi Yamamoto's expression collapsed in an instant.

He also said just now that at this rate of casualties, if half a squad is lost a day, then the eight brigades of the 69th Division will be completely lost in six months.

As a result, as soon as I finished speaking, the transportation team at the West Collection base came to another group of jade pieces.

The transportation team at the Xiji stronghold has the strength of half a small team.

That is to say, the strength lost today has reached a small team!

At this rate, the strength of the 69th Division will be completely lost in less than three months!

"Baga Yalu!" Inoue Zhenwei said annoyedly, "I originally thought that the formation of a rapid attack brigade would reverse the passive situation in Northwest Shanxi."

"Now it seems that it is too optimistic."

"The Eighth Route Army is far more cunning and fierce than we imagined."

"They didn't attack the strongholds, but aimed at the transport teams in each stronghold!"

"And the shots were very fierce. Almost no transport team could survive for an hour, so that the rapid strike brigade had no time to rush to help."

Speaking of this meal, Inoue Sadae said to Yamamoto Ryoichi again: "Yamamoto-kun, this is not going to work. We must continue to innovate our tactics to ensure the safety of all transport teams!"

Ryoichi Yamamoto: "Master, maybe we can learn from Cao Cao."

"Cao Cao?" Inoue Zhenwei asked with a blank face, "What did you learn from him?"

"Learn his strategy of virtual reality." Yamamoto Ryo said, "The real is the virtual, and the virtual is the real."

"Hmm." Upon hearing this, Inoue Sadae's expression changed slightly, and he immediately fell into deep thought.

……

Caojiaji, Taigu County, Shanxi.

The travel-stained Wang Yan appeared at the entrance of the village with Wei Dayong and Duan Peng.

Wang Yan fanned the wind with his clothes, then turned to Duan Peng and said, "Duan Peng, have you found out everything?"

"I've found out everything." Duan Peng said, "Pan Ren, commander of the 8st Battalion, 1st Company, 1st Battalion, 1st Regiment, [-]th Mixed Brigade of the Puppet Army, lives in this Caojiaji, the one at the end of the village."

"And Pan Ren has been at home these days."

"Because his wife has been ill recently."

"That's good." Wang Yan nodded and said, "Let's go."

At that moment, Wang Yan and the three of them pretended to be merchants collecting tobacco leaves, and walked into Cao's collection in a grandiose manner.

In the middle, he also pretended to look at the tobacco leaves of the two families, and the quality of the tobacco leaves could not be rejected.

Soon after asking about Pan Ren's house, Duan Peng knocked on the door: "Is anyone there? Is there anyone inside?"

"Who? Damn stop knocking." A voice came out cursing from inside the door, "Knock again? Believe it or not, I'll kill you bastard?"

The door opened, and a puppet soldier came out angrily.

Duan Peng asked with a smile on his face: "Boss, do you have any tobacco leaves?"

"Go away, we don't have tobacco leaves here!" the puppet army said impatiently.

In the next second, the expression of the puppet army froze, and the whole person froze in place.

Because the muzzle of a twenty-gun box cannon had already pressed against his left and right waists.

"Don't, don't, don't." The puppet soldier quickly raised his hands and said incoherently, "Forgive me."

Duan Peng walked into the gate with a pistol against the puppet army, Wang Yan and Wei Dayong followed and closed the door.

At this time, a lazy voice came from Westinghouse: "Heizi, who the hell knocked on the door?"

Duan Peng pointed his gun at it, and the puppet army hurriedly said: "Brother, he is a tobacco harvester."

"Tobacco leaf dealer?" The lazy voice said unhappily, "How many times has this been dialed? It's endless day by day. Is it true that selling tobacco leaves in Northwest Shanxi is really so profitable?"

Before the words were finished, Wang Yan and Wei Dayong rushed in through the window.

After landing, the two turned over and sat up again, and then they could see the situation in the room clearly.

I saw a puppet army officer sitting on a chair, staring at Wang Yan and the two in a daze.

Obviously, facing this sudden scene, the puppet army officer was somewhat unable to react.

This officer is naturally Pan Ren, the company commander of the 8st Battalion and 1st Company of the 1st Regiment of the 1th Mixed Brigade of the Puppet Army.

After two seconds, Pan Rencai finally woke up like a dream, and hastily reached out to draw a gun from his waist.

But it was too late, the two shell guns of Wang Yan and Wei Dayong had already pressed against his waist and eyes, one left and one right.

Pan Ren didn't dare to move, and slowly raised his hand and said, "Ba Ye, we have something to talk about, don't use knives or guns, if it goes off, it will be terrible, and people will die."

At this moment, a woman's voice came from the east room: "Aren, what happened?"

"Mother, it's okay." Pan Ren quickly replied loudly, "My son accidentally knocked down the door just now. I'll ask Carpenter Li to come over and fix it tomorrow."

"You really are a filial son." Wang Yan said with a smile.

Pan Ren's eyes immediately turned cold, and he said, "Listen, you can do whatever you want to me, but if you dare to be rough on my old lady, I will definitely make you regret being human."

"Just you?" Wei Dayong grabbed Pan Ren's shoulders, and his hands suddenly exerted force.

Wei Dayong's knuckles turned white in an instant, making a creepy rattling sound.

Although Wei Dayong didn't practice Eagle Claw Kung Fu like Sun Ming, his grasping power was terrifying.

Beads of sweat instantly appeared on Pan Ren's forehead, but this guy gritted his teeth and refused to say a word.

Wang Yan waved his hand, Wei Dayong let go of it, and Pan Rencai let out a long sigh of relief, his back was soaked in just this moment.

Wang Yan said: "You don't even ask, when did our Eighth Route Army harm the common people?"

Pan Ren immediately fell silent. He really hadn't heard of any bad deeds of the Eighth Route Army. People in the three Jin Dynasties would give a thumbs up when they mentioned the Eighth Route Army, including his old mother.

Wang Yan asked again: "However, how do you know that we are the Eighth Route Army?"

"I saw you, the night Taiyuan fell." Pan Ren said in a low voice, "I also know that you are the living King of Hades who made the Japanese change their faces, but I never told the Japanese."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Why didn't you tell the Japanese?"