Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

At this moment, Commander Zhang's figure looked particularly tall.

He stared at the group of soldiers in front of him who were once confused but now had determination in their eyes, and he felt mixed emotions.

He thought that this action would be like countless previous attempts, falling into failure and not causing any waves, but the scene before him made him feel surprised and excited.

"Brothers," Commander Zhang's voice was deep and powerful, penetrating the silence of the night, "I once thought that our hearts were filled with fear and despair, but tonight, I saw a different you. You told me with your actions that we are not hopeless, and we can also stand up for justice and for our homeland!"

The soldiers stood in a circle, their faces illuminated by the firelight, but their determination and courage were clearly visible.

They looked at each other, their eyes showing both helplessness towards the past and longing for the future.

Commander Zhang’s words were like a warm current that warmed everyone’s hearts and ignited the long-lost flame in their hearts.

"Yes, we were afraid and hesitated," said a veteran in a trembling voice, "but when we heard about the great victory in Shanxi Province and saw the shocking firepower of the People's Liberation Army with our own eyes, we knew it was time to make a change. We can no longer work for the Japanese devils. We must fight for ourselves, our families, and our country!"

Commander Zhang nodded, his eyes gleaming with approval.

He knew very well that this transformation did not happen overnight, but was the result of the rise of military strength in the liberated areas, the encouragement of victory after victory, and the soldiers' deep desire for peace and freedom.

"From today on, we are no longer pawns at the mercy of others," Commander Zhang loudly declared, "We are soldiers who resist aggression and defend our homeland! We will fight side by side with the People's Liberation Army until those invaders are driven out of our land!"

The soldiers responded one after another, and the oath resounded through the sky.

"Commander, if we go to meet the People's Liberation Army empty-handed, won't it seem that we are not sincere enough?" the guard asked sincerely.

Hearing this, Commander Zhang smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "Well, you have thought it through. But then again, if we chase those slick devils now, I'm afraid it will be too late."

He pondered for a moment, his eyes suddenly became sharp, "So, we have to organize the team and divide it into three groups.

One group will keep an eye on the north, and make sure the defeated Japanese army doesn't take the opportunity to cause trouble and ruin our good deeds; the other two groups will go to the south, set up defensive positions, and say "no" to the Japanese who want to come to reinforce, so that they know that not everyone can come here casually. "

At this point, Division Commander Zhang raised his voice and shouted to the brothers in the entire battalion:

"Brothers, what we have to do today is not as simple as changing the place to eat. This is our gorgeous transformation from puppet soldiers to real men!

In the first battle, we must show our momentum and prestige! Let the brothers of the People's Liberation Army see that we are also men who can carry guns and go to the battlefield. This is our first battle as a real soldier, and we must make a brilliant appearance, understand?"

When the soldiers heard this, their blood boiled and they responded one after another, their morale so high that it could blow the roof off. "I understand, commander!" "Let's fight!" "We must win the first battle!" Slogans rose one after another, resounding through the sky.

Seeing this, Commander Zhang nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Well done! Although we are new here, we must let everyone know that our hearts are warmer than anyone else's and our backbones are stronger than anyone else's! Now, everyone, be fully prepared and prepare to welcome our new life and new battles!"

Following the order from Commander Zhang, the soldiers acted quickly and adjusted their formation according to the new deployment. Everyone's face was filled with longing for the future and desire for victory.

At this moment, they are no longer the puppet soldiers they once were, but real soldiers who are about to prove themselves on the battlefield.

Soon, they had the opportunity to express themselves.

It turned out that the Japanese and the Yellow Shoe Army who fled south only ran for about two hours before they ran head-on into the troops of the 4th Brigade.

The Fourth Brigade had been maintaining information exchanges with the Independent Brigade and learned that Zhao Gang's troops were in danger - the enemy's "heartless artillery" was bombarding indiscriminately, the bombs dropped by Russian Manrek planes in the sky were even more terrifying, and coupled with the huge disadvantage in troop strength, every moment was like dancing on a knife edge.

Faced with such an emergency, the 4th Brigade did not hesitate at all, as they were fully aware of the urgency of time and the weight of responsibility.

Thus, a forced march quietly began.

The kitchen team quickly and orderly set up a simple supply station, and the steamed bun cart was parked quietly on the roadside, exuding a warm and tempting aroma.

The soldiers hurried past, and everyone's movements seemed so tacit and efficient. They held a gun in one hand and grabbed two steamed buns in the other, stuffing them into their mouths in a hurry, and did not forget to be alert to their surroundings while chewing.

Occasionally, someone would stop and take a few gulps of water from the bottle they carried with them. Their satisfaction and determination seemed particularly moving in the night.

These scenes are simple but powerful. Although living conditions in the liberated areas have greatly improved and there is no shortage of meat, eggs and milk, our army still adheres to the glorious tradition of hard work, simplicity and courage to sacrifice even after the material conditions have improved.

No one will complain if we occasionally don’t have time to eat delicious food and just fill our stomach with steamed buns.

A regiment sent by the 4th Brigade, consisting of about 3,000 brave soldiers, is advancing towards an unknown battlefield with an unstoppable momentum.

Each of their steps was steady and powerful, reflecting their desire for victory and the protection of their homeland.

A large-scale march is not an easy task, especially for a force with such a heavy responsibility.

The vanguard is like a sharp arrow, cutting through the curtain of darkness and exploring a safe path for the entire team.

At the same time, they also maintained close communication with the independent brigade equipped with advanced unmanned reconnaissance aircraft, as if they had a pair of invisible eyes, always monitoring the enemy's movements.

Although this regiment was not directly equipped with drones, the unimpeded flow of information allowed them to grasp the latest battle situation at the material transfer station in the first place.

Upon learning that the main force of the Japanese were fleeing southward in panic and happened to intersect with their own marching route, the regiment commander made a prompt decision, ordered to stop the forced march, and quickly informed all the soldiers of this important information.

The battle situation was changing rapidly, and the original focus - aiding Zhao Gang's troops - had now quietly shifted to killing as many enemies as possible.

Time was running out and there was obviously no time to dig trenches, but the soldiers did not panic.

Relying on their rich combat experience and keen intuition, they quickly found their respective advantageous terrains and pointed their guns toward the northern horizon that was about to become a battlefield.

The assault rifles' drums were filled one by one, the heavy 75-round drums carrying the soldiers' anger towards the enemy;

The 12.7mm heavy machine gun was set up in a carefully selected position, and its cold muzzle seemed capable of spitting out flames of death at any time.

Not long after, the mortars also arrived. They were placed in the most suitable positions, waiting for the order to overwhelm the enemy with artillery fire.

At this time, the Japanese were like a frightened bird, struggling forward in panic and chaos.

In fact, in two hours, they only advanced ten kilometers, which was far below the normal forced march speed.

The rugged road, tired bodies and minds, unfamiliarity with the road, and the lingering feeling of fear all slowed down their pace.

Even at such a slow speed, they were already out of breath and almost exhausted.

However, just when they thought they could take a break, deafening gunfire suddenly rang out in front of them.

Hundreds of tongues of fire opened like the gates of hell, ruthlessly devouring all life.

Although the Japs had the advantage in numbers, their morale had fallen to the bottom and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

Faced with the PLA's 4th Brigade, which was ready for battle, they were completely unable to resist and could only engage in an even more frantic escape.

However, they chose to turn around and flee, following the original route and heading straight towards Commander Zhang's troops.

They had thought about going back the way they came, but that would not end well, as that direction would bring them closer to the PLA. However, they still had to resolve the crisis before anything else.

Moreover, the violent blow did not leave them time to think, and they acted completely on animal instinct.

About an hour and a half later, they unexpectedly met Commander Zhang's troops again.

This puppet army general who had just defected to our army now faced an opportunity to prove his loyalty and courage.

He knew very well that this battle was not only a blow to the enemy, but also an important test of his own identity and position.