Chapter 72

  Many gun barrels protruded from the shooting holes of the watchtower, but soon saw the densely packed machine guns outside and immediately retracted.

  The devils in charge of guarding the gun tower immediately called for help from their superiors.

  The phone rang and the line was indeed unbroken, connecting after a while, directly to Banda's office.

  "Report to General So, I am Wang Guanzhuang outpost, we are surrounded by eighteen roads, requesting immediate support."

  "Itai's face turned red with rage: 'You're a bunch of cowards! A few dozen Eighth Route Army soldiers can surround one of our strongpoints, and your weapons are all just good for starting fires? You've disgraced the Imperial Japanese Army!'".

  "Bang!" He hung up the phone directly.

  Banta angrily hung up the phone, but it continued to ring persistently.

  Itan had no choice but to pick up again.

  "Report to the captain, the Eighth Route Army's firepower is too strong, we really can't hold on!"

  As soon as he heard it was his subordinate from just now, he suddenly became furious and thunderous, directly bellowing into the receiver:

  "Ba Ga Ya Lu, does the Eighth Route Army have big guns?"

  "Is there no report, Sergeant?"

  "Does the Eighth Route Army have airplanes and tanks?"

  "Isn't there anything in the report, Sergeant?"

  "What's with the Eighth Route?"

  "Report to Sergeant, Eighth Route has machine guns."

  "Bastard, the Imperial Army also has machine guns, and the Imperial Army has artillery towers and fortifications that are extremely solid. What's there to fear from a few dozen Eighth Route soldiers without big guns or planes or tanks?"

  "Report to Sergeant, there are too many machine guns on the Eighth Route Army's side, I'm afraid our bunker won't be able to withstand it."

  "How many machine guns does the Eighth Route Army have?"

  "Reporting to Lieutenant, there appear to be over a dozen turrets"

  。”

  "How many roads have you traveled?"

  "Report to Sergeant, there are about forty or fifty people."

  "Fool, can't even see through such a simple trick. The Eighth Route Army is notoriously poor, where did they get so many machine guns? Moreover, even if they had that many machine guns, when have they ever been concentrated like this before? Use your pig brain to think carefully, this must be a trick of the local Eighth Route Army, and these people aren't even regular Eighth Route Army, just some guerrilla troops."

  The devils in the bunker were arguing with Itami when Li Tiesheng didn't stop the countdown.

  "One more minute."

  The devils who were trained by Heita's dizzying and confusing tactics, upon careful consideration, it is entirely possible. Aren't the bandits always using firecrackers in iron tubes to fake machine gun sounds? So, coming up with over a dozen fake machine guns should also be quite plausible, shouldn't it?

  So, the devils had a bottom line in their hearts. When Li Tie had ten seconds left on his countdown, he ordered the devils and puppet troops to enter the shooting formation and said that the guns of the bandits outside were all fake, used to scare people, and couldn't be fired at all.

  The puppet troops heard that, oh, all are local bandits, not the old Eighth Route Army, what's there to be afraid of? Let's just fight. They all made preparations for shooting.

  When Li Tiesan had only ten seconds left, he suddenly saw many guns sticking out of the shooting holes in the bunker, apparently the devils didn't trust their own machine guns.

  Don't mention the devils, even if you suddenly see yourself surrounded by so many machine guns, you have to consider whether it's real or not. Ordinary people don't have such luxurious machine gun formations, and even prodigal sons may not be willing to spend that much. But Li Tie is not an ordinary person, nor is he a prodigal son, so he can afford it.

  Giving is for gaining, without giving where there is gain? The more you give, the more you may gain.

  "Five, four, three, two, one, fire!"

  As Li Tie's countdown began, the muzzles of all the guns in the enemy bunker spat out tongues of fire, but they immediately disappeared because Li Tie's fifteen machine guns had spoken, and a storm of bullets instantly took care of all the firing ports, not only blowing the bricks outside flying everywhere, but also making the people inside the bunker jump around, of course, it was an involuntary jump, and the jumping people had long since lost consciousness, they were already dead.

  Ten seconds later, after each machine gun had fired a burst, Li Tie ordered everyone to stop and then shouted at the bunker again:

  "Listen, all you Chinese people, I gave you a chance to reform before, but you blew it. Now I'm giving you another chance, get rid of the devils around you and we might let bygones be bygones, forgive your past mistakes and allow you to start anew."

  。”

  The cannon tower was silent.

  One second, two seconds,... Li Tie silently counted the time. When he counted to fifteen, there was finally a movement in the artillery tower.

  That was the beast's death cry.

  Only a minute had passed when the howling stopped. A white flag made of a white shirt was raised.

  All the weapons were thrown out voluntarily, all the pseudo-soldiers came out with their hands up, and several pseudo-soldiers had blood dripping from their hands down to their wrists and flowing into their sleeves.

  The lone warrior immediately entered the bunker and occupied it.

  The watchtower was littered with corpses, mostly Japanese, but also a small number of puppet troops.

  It seems that most of those killed by machine gun fire were devils, and the few remaining devils were later cleaned up by the puppet army.

  There were twelve living pseudo-military soldiers, and no officers, not even a junior lieutenant.

  Having finished fortifying the bunker, Li Tie came out and saw that the twelve fake soldiers were still standing outside the door in a neat and tidy manner.

  "You can go home, or you can join the Eighth Route Army to fight against the Japanese devils. Because of your performance just now, I will give you a road pass and guarantee that we won't pursue your past mistakes anymore. Those who want to go home, please take one step forward and come here to receive your travel expenses and road pass."

  Twelve fake soldiers didn't move at all.

  "So you want to continue fighting the devils?"

  "Yes, sir, we are all conscripted soldiers. We also have parents and siblings, but we were forced to follow the devils in oppressing the common people, oppressing our own parents and siblings, bullying our own sisters. Every night when no one is around, we think about how we're doing things that harm heaven and reason. But there are officials watching us, not allowing us to do good deeds. Just now, twenty of my brothers killed those officials, please sir, take us in."

  "A long, sturdy, and rough-looking pseudo-military soldier said."

  "Alright, since that's the case, I won't say anything else. Let's see how you perform. From now on, you are all Eighth Route Army soldiers." Several people threw away their puppet army hats and tore off all the symbols on their bodies that proved they were puppet soldiers, then stood at attention in front of Li Tie:

  "Please arrange tasks for the superior."

  "I am your company commander. In the Eighth Route Army, there are no officers, only comrades. Revolutionary work has no high or low, only differences in duties. From today on, we will be comrades. What's your name?" Li Tie pointed at the rough-looking puppet soldier who had just spoken.

  "Reporting to the company commander, I am Wang Da Chui."

  "Alright, Comrade Wang Da Chui, you will temporarily act as class monitor and be in charge of the work of all twelve of you. Now, lead everyone to clean up the battlefield."

  "Yes!" Wang Da Chui didn't expect that he would become an official as soon as he came, and with great joy, he led everyone to work.

  Li Tie was left on one side, pinching his mouth with his hand "This mouth skin job can't be done, go back and ask Lian Zhang for an instructor."

  Load everything onto cars and trucks, then hit the road.

  At last, the false army commander was not very confident in his subordinates and called again to ask if the Eighth Route Army had left. As a result, the phone couldn't get through no matter how hard he tried. After some consideration, he decided to send someone to take a look at what was going on, wondering if the telephone line had been cut off by the local bandits.

  The fake army went to check the line all the way, and when they arrived at the stronghold, the telephone lines were intact along the way. However, when they reached the front of the stronghold, they were shocked: the fortifications had been riddled with bullets, everything that could be moved in the stronghold had been taken away, leaving only a few fake soldiers sitting dejectedly in front of the artillery tower, each one looking like an eggplant that had been frostbitten, spiritless and listless.

  The scout brought the fake soldiers back to the battalion commander's office, and after questioning by the battalion commander, these fake soldiers reported everything they saw in a gossipy and exaggerated manner. The battalion commander listened with cold sweat, secretly relieved that the Eighth Route Army had not taken a liking to their own stronghold, otherwise it would have been themselves who were looted.

  The commander of the pseudo army corps personally inspected the attacked stronghold and immediately ran to Banta's office to report to Banta, of course, there was some exaggeration, but most of it was a factual report.

  It turned out that there was indeed a group of Eighth Route Army operating in his own territory.

  Then I remembered that one of my subordinates had reported to me that they were attacked by the same troops and didn't know what was going on now, so I quickly picked up the phone to ask, but the call couldn't get through.

  The deputy commander of the pseudo-military corps next to him said cautiously: "Your Excellency, it seems that the stronghold in there is also precarious. Why not let someone take a look?"

  "It's no use," said Ban Tian Tou with a shake of his head: "No, I'll go and take a look myself."

  With a small team of devils, riding two three-wheeled motorcycles, carrying two machine guns, they rushed to the devil's stronghold.

  It won't be long before it arrives.

  The fate of the stronghold was the same as that of the fake army. The outside of the artillery tower was densely covered with bullet holes, and it can be seen how fierce the firepower was. Unlike another stronghold, all the devils were killed by non-fatal injuries. Each person had at least five or six bullets in their body, but this is not all. There was also an obvious bayonet wound on each person's chest, with very little blood flowing out of the wounds. At first glance, it was clear that they were stabbed after death. The method was extremely cruel, and there was no mercy shown to the Imperial Army. It was clear that they had a deep vendetta against the Imperial Army.

  Itai's whole body trembled.

  "Hagane, it must be Li Tie's doing." As if to prove Banta's judgment, a devil came over to report:

  "Report to Sergeant, there is writing on the wall over there."

  Ban Tian looked back and saw on the wall in blood: Li Tie has been here!

  "Ha! As expected, it's Li Tie's doing."

  Seeing these words, Itoda understood that his assassination plan had failed and Li Tie had come to take revenge on him. If Li Tie just took over the two strongholds and vented his anger, then he wouldn't suffer too much loss. However, based on what he knew about Li Tie's hatred for the Imperial Army, it was likely that he would not stop here and his other strongholds might continue to be attacked by Li Tie. Judging from the bullet holes left on this bunker, none of his strongholds could withstand Li Tie's attack.

  Where did this kid get so many machine guns? Won't they have concentrated all the machine guns of the Eighth Route Army? If that's the case, the Eighth Route Army must be empty, which is an opportunity for me. You come and attack me, I'll go and seize your lair.

  Destroy your old nest, I don't believe you won't go back.