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  Me in a different time and space, Chapter 6 of the Eighth Route Army. Joining the Eighth Route Army???? In times of crisis, there are ways to deal with the crisis. The sound of gunfire from the front tells everyone that the danger has not been lifted, and the enemy is not far away. Some people are still in crisis. No matter what identity or era they belong to, their Chinese identity allows them to reach a consensus in less than a minute - to send troops together to rescue people. As for the command issue, it was naturally taken over by Yue Lan, the commander of the Eighth Route Army with the most personnel, while the non-commissioned officer became his temporary advisor after several promotions. As for the armed merchants from the time and space, sorry, in a regular army, there is no right to speak for armed civilians.

  However, the armed civilians did not have any complaints. After all, rescuing people and escaping danger was the top priority now. So a squad of eight routes, plus five special soldiers and more than a dozen crossers who had just woken up from the nightmare of hand-to-hand combat, formed a rescue team and set off. Their arrival was very timely. If they were one second late, our comrade Wei Yuankun would have been killed in action and become an eternal martyr. As for Wang Fangyuan, it was hard to say whether she would not have become a spoil of war for the Japanese.

  Yue Lan and the Eighth Route Army soldiers under his command were overjoyed, as the sadness of losing more than half of their comrades, including the regimental political commissar, was temporarily cast aside. They had annihilated a Japanese company in close combat, which was a great victory. At the same time, they had boarded the legendary tanks or cars, which was also a pleasure for them - although it was a bit bumpy, but still better than walking on their own two legs. According to the requirements of the travelers, they all untied their leg bindings and tied themselves to the vehicles, so as not to fall off due to the bumps on the mountain road.

  At their speed, the pursuing enemy should not be able to catch up with them for the time being. According to plan, they would arrive at the assembly point ahead of schedule. All the seriously wounded were placed in two armored cars. Wei Yuan-kun and Wang Fang-yuan were both severely injured. Wang Fang-yuan's injuries were lighter, with more than 30 bullet fragments embedded in his thigh, but not too deep. Wei Yuan-kun was more serious, with over 10 bullet fragments in his leg, as well as three through-and-through wounds on his arm and thigh caused by the Type 38 rifle. Although he was protected by a Kevlar helmet and bulletproof vest, his body still suffered two broken ribs from the massive impact of the 6.5mm bullets.

  When he was carried back by the Eighth Route Army soldiers, all of them exclaimed: "This guy has at least seven gunshot wounds on his limbs, not to mention the two bullet marks and a bullet hole on his helmet, but he's still alive and shouting in pain!" On the march, Wei Yuan-kun and Wang Fang-yuan were both tied to the top of an armored car, with several comrades sitting in the car taking care of them. Every time the armored car bumped, Wei Yuan-kun would let out a loud cry of "Oh my god!", which was so strange that it made everyone laugh along the way.

  "What are you crying about! A big man like you, still sniveling, what kind of sight is this!" Commander Bao scolded Meng, who was squatting on the ground wiping away tears. As the commander of the Eighth Route Army's Jiedong Independent Regiment, he couldn't stand seeing men cry. In his words: "Men should be able to bear the burden, shed blood and sweat but not tears." But Meng, his deputy regimental commander, had actually started crying like a woman right in front of him, how could he not be furious!

  However, Meng's next words made Bao's anger dissipate immediately. "Commander, from the time I joined the army until now, we've never fought such a shameful battle! Our entire regiment of over 1,000 brothers, and only over 300 managed to break out... I, I, I am unworthy of them!" Meng said this while pounding his own head, with two soldiers rushing to hold him back.

  After hearing Meng's words, Bao also felt a pang of sadness in his heart. His regiment had originally had over 3,000 men, but after breaking out of the enemy's encirclement, only over 1,000 were left. Nearly two-thirds of their brothers had been lost, including an entire battalion led by Yue Lan that still hadn't sent back any news. Earlier, he had asked Commander Wang Yu of the Independent Third Regiment, and his regiment hadn't fared much better either, with less than 1,500 men breaking out. The losses in this battle were too great... thinking about it made Bao's eyes start to sting. He opened his mouth wanting to call over the political commissar to comfort him, but suddenly remembered that the commissar had been martyred yesterday.

  "Damn those little devils!" Thinking back to yesterday's battle made Bao furious all over again. During the breakout, they had encountered the enemy's pincer movement, with artillery shells and grenades raining down on their troops like rain, and machine gun fire sweeping across them like a gust of wind. The soldiers were being mowed down in batches... just thinking about it made him involuntarily close his eyes. It was too tragic.

  Just then, a soldier suddenly reported: "Commander, there's something ahead, it seems that the enemy's Type 89 tank is coming!"

  "Prepare for battle!" shouted Bao Tuanzhang, almost in despair. As a veteran soldier, he had witnessed the power of Japan's Iron King Eight, but the duty of soldiers and their need to protect more than 3,000 fellow villagers made him immediately draw his pistol. Several old soldiers began tying hand grenades to their bodies, while the engine roar from afar grew louder. When the convoy approached, someone spotted something unusual. No, Bao Tuanzhang took out his binoculars and looked again - how come the tanks didn't look like Japan's? They were much bigger than Japan's, and on top of them... how could it be our people?

  "Don't shoot! It's our own people! We're the Third Battalion of the Independent Regiment!" Just then, a voice came from the loudspeaker of a distant tank. As an arms dealer, he had modified his own weapons according to his personal preferences rather than military needs. Han Peng's T-72 tank was equipped with a surround sound system, which everyone thought was extremely noisy. Unexpectedly, it came in handy today.

  When this temporarily mechanized unit, the only one that did not take a hostile attitude towards the Eighth Route Army, arrived in front of the soldiers of the Independent Regiment, everyone was excited. "Tanks! We also have tanks!" But Han Peng on the T-72 tank denied their view, "This is our tank, not yours!"

  Although the crowd had explained their origins and the function of the time machine to Commander Bao and Commander Li of the Independent Second Regiment, in the end, except for confusing themselves, the two commanders were still in a fog. However, the two commanders saw what they wanted in their personal belongings, such as tanks. Although in Zhang Yu's and 99-style tank commander Ling Chen's eyes, these T-72s and T-55s were just a bunch of junk that could run, but the Eighth Route Army, who had always been poor and didn't even have extra pants, didn't think so. The two commanders' eyes turned green when they saw so many tanks, and when they saw several trucks pulling 120mm heavy mortars, 100mm cannons, and learned that these ten or more large trucks were full of weapons and ammunition, they became excited to the point of madness. "If only we could keep this batch of weapons!" Everyone in the Eighth Route Army had this thought. After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Yu and his special forces immediately agreed with the 99-style tank crew members to join the Eighth Route Army, after all, their own unit's predecessor was the army in front of them, and according to Zhang Yu, Commander Bao would be promoted to Major General in the future, so he naturally had to obey the orders of the future Major General.

  However, as arms dealers, at this moment, although they are in a precarious situation, they still don't forget to extort "Stay, okay! But you have to give us at least 120 million bucks!" Although he had just undergone surgery to remove shrapnel without anesthesia and under the scalpel of Zhang Xin and Wang Xinyue, two doctors who were not exactly the best in their field (Zhang Xin had graduated from medical school but unfortunately majored in computer science, while Wang Xinyue was a regular medical doctor but unfortunately specialized in traditional Chinese medicine), his body was wrapped in white bandages all over. However, when it came to the issue of money, he still used his only free-moving tongue to loudly protest.

  One million two hundred thousand taels of silver! The leader of the group said: We don't even have one million two hundred taels! But for this kind of outrageous price, he also had a way to pay back with interest - as for what method, everyone can guess for themselves. Anyway, the negotiations between the two parties ended in a peaceful and friendly atmosphere, and the Eighth Route Army got an unexpectedly huge profit - far beyond the era's advanced weapons and ammunition, while the arms dealer would hand over all the weapons and ammunition to the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment. Since the time machine was damaged and they were trapped in this time-space, as an exchange, their lives would be protected by the Eighth Route Army. However, from the almost unanimous look of grief on everyone's face, which seemed even more painful than losing a child, it could be seen that this transaction was not quite equal - at least they didn't receive even half a tael of silver in cash. In most cases, guaranteed life safety is much more important than money.

  "That's right!" Zhang Yu was on the side of his superior in the Eighth Route Army, whom he had never met before, during this negotiation. This was also one of the conditions that the traveler could quickly agree to the Eighth Route Army during the negotiation.

  "This place won't keep you, there's a place that will. Everywhere won't keep you, I'll throw myself into the Eight Trigrams." The crossers present suddenly thought of this often-quoted phrase from movies and TV shows.