The captain of the first independent garrison team heard the report from the little devil. Except for the corpses and equipment parts that were completely irreparable, when the enemy cleaned the battlefield, everything was taken away. There were no bullet casings or shell casings. While staying behind, the captain of the first independent garrison team became serious.

The first, second, and third independent garrison teams are all subordinate to the troops directly under the Kwantung Army.

Before the dispatch, Umezu Yoshijiro had already warned the three independent garrison teams, and the fourth independent garrison unit sent a telegram that the guerrillas might not be the ones ambushing them.

The captain of the first independent garrison scoffed at this at first.

He did not believe that the guerrillas could wipe out the Kwantung Army of more than 1 people.

This is the elite of my brother's country in my childhood, not those wastes of the Chinese garrison army!

The captain of the First Independent Defense Team was talking about Gangcun Ningji and others who were defeated in Jinzhou.

However, judging from the way they cleaned the battlefield, Mao Xiong would definitely not be able to clean the battlefield so cleanly, and their general conditions were about the same.

This is basically the case with devils.

For example, during the Battle of Nuomenhan, because the corpses were not carefully inspected after cleaning the battlefield, during the cremation, the grenade on the corpse of the little devil exploded, killing the two devils responsible for the cremation.

Therefore, the little devil later stipulated that when cremating, evacuate ten meters away after lighting the fire.

This rule is outrageous!

Anyone who can clean the battlefield so clean must be a guerrilla.

Because the guerrillas have this tradition.

Thinking of this, the captain of the first independent garrison gasped.

What kind of guerrilla army has such a strong strength, and wiped out more than 1 elites of the brother country in one day!

"Report!" At this moment, another kid ran over.

The captain of the First Independent Defense Team asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

The little devil said: "Your Excellency, Captain, we found several ambush locations on the mountain."

The first independent garrison captain's eyes lit up: "Take me there!"

"Roms!"

The little devil hurriedly took the captain of the first independent garrison to the ambush site.

The captain of the [-]st Independent Garrison Team came to the ambush site and began to inspect by himself, shuttling back and forth between several ambush sites, trying to find something on these ambush positions that had been destroyed during the evacuation.

But in the end, the captain of the first independent garrison still shook his head.

The captain glanced at the chief of staff who hadn't said a word and asked, "Did you see anything?"

The chief of staff said: "It can't be seen from the position, but the foxholes for the heavy machine guns are obviously much smaller than Mao Xiong's."

"Such a heavy machine gun foxhole cannot fit a Decash heavy machine gun."

"However, it can be seen from the wounds on the warriors of my brother's country that this group of guerrillas is indeed equipped with a heavy machine gun that fires extremely fast."

"If it wasn't for Mao Xiong to research some new type of equipment, it would be that the weapons that this group of guerrillas got didn't even come from Mao Xiong."

The chief of staff pondered for a moment when he said this, and then said: "And this guerrilla group is also very different from the guerrilla group we encountered in terms of military quality."

"I even have some doubts now that this guerrilla group is not a guerrilla group from Northeast China, but a foreign guerrilla group, such as North China."

The chief of staff's analysis came very close to the truth.

But this kind of analysis made the captain frown, and he didn't dare to agree.

If it was really the Eighth Route Army from North China, wouldn't they have become the same waste as the Huaxia Garrison Army!

The captain shook his head: "No! I guess Mao Xiong developed a new kind of equipment and trained a group of well-trained guerrillas."

"Let the messenger immediately tell His Excellency General Meizu about the situation we are encountering now!"

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Lu Feng saw a troop approaching from a distance.

This troop walked quite loosely. At first glance, it was not a little devil, but a puppet army, with about 500 people.

Zuo Wenle asked, "What about the commander?"

Lu Feng made a gesture: "What else can we do? Divide the troops into three groups and rush forward to resolve the battle within half an hour."

This group of puppet troops is a police force, not even a regular army among the puppet troops, but a local security regiment.

The equipment in his hand is an old Hanyang-made rifle.

His usual job is to go around bullying and bullying the people in the city, and he has never participated in any formal battles at all.

The leader of this group of police forces was a fat man with a big bald head.

The kind that the uniforms of the police force can't even fasten.

The big bald man said cursingly, "Damn it, I went to the Huayun Pavilion yesterday with great interest to find a girl to play with, but I was called out by Majing Taijun before I had a good time. It's really annoying."

"What kind of guerrillas are you looking for? Look for a guerrilla with his grandma's legs. There are no guerrillas here."

The very thin adjutant beside him said: "Brother, calm down, you can't refuse the task of the Majesty."

"When the task is over, brother, you go to Huayun Hall to find the top card."

The big bald head curled his lips: "The top card, the top card is good for us, even if you have money, you can't go there, the top card is to serve those officials and lords."

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, several mortar shells fell from the air and smashed into the queue of the puppet army.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

A series of explosions kept ringing out, and dozens of puppet soldiers were instantly blown to pieces.

Seeing this scene, the puppet soldiers neither concealed nor counterattacked. Instead, they immediately threw away the guns in their hands and crouched on the ground with their heads in their arms.

Seeing the puppet soldiers' movements as if they had practiced countless times, Lu Feng was taken aback.

He has never seen this kind of situation before, and if it is said that he has heard of it, this kind of situation has only happened in Italy in the whole world.

With a wave of his hand, Lu Feng led the soldiers of the security squad out of the ambush site first, stood on the slope and asked, "Which department do you belong to, and what are your designations?"

The leader with a big bald head knelt on the ground, raised his hands above his head and said, "Hero, spare your life! We are the police force of Shuiquan Town!"

"We were sent by Mr. Asai of Shuiquan Town to search for the guerrillas!"

"Heroic man, spare your life! Good man, spare your life! As long as you don't shoot, I will do whatever you ask me to do."

Lu Feng asked teasingly, "How many of you haven't died yet, and you surrendered as soon as you heard the gunfire, what a weakling."

The big bald head didn't seem to be annoyed by these words, and said very self-aware: "I'm not a soft bone, and I won't be a traitor."

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