I really came here to fight against Japan

The person who is feeling the most uncomfortable right now is the commander of the war zone.

It was only after he reluctantly agreed that Xigan's troops would stay in the war zone.

It was also his own idea to only let them conduct guerrilla warfare and provide their own dry food.

Now think about it, this army where each person has three guns is the absolute main force wherever they are!

What’s funny is that I even asked people to bring their own dry food.

Doesn’t this mean that we have lost even the last means of checking and balancing others?

Otherwise, if these 20,000 elite soldiers were deployed to Taiyuan City, maybe they would be able to hold the city.

Hey, the battle hasn't even started yet, why do I keep thinking about not being able to defend it? What bad luck!

Alas! But now I really regret what happened to Song Wenwan!

Song Wenwan, Song Wenwan, why don’t you give me any warmth?

Now the Eighth Route Army troops have not yet begun to enter guerrilla mode.

Faced with the Japanese invaders' relentless advance, they were prepared to give the Japanese a ruthless blow and strike a blow to their arrogance.

As the commander of the guerrilla column, Song Wenwan naturally did not dare to point fingers at his predecessors.

But he was thick-skinned, so he just led his men and followed the Eighth Route Army.

Since the Second War Zone was happy, Song Wenwan kept a close eye on the Eighth Route Army, which showed that she was doing her duty conscientiously.

Even the secret agents of the provincial party committee relaxed their surveillance on the Eighth Route Army.

We have to relax. Song Wenwan is too cruel.

In the name of shielding the battlefield and strictly investigating Japanese spies, he has killed several waves of agents who tried to get close to them.

The people from the Shanxi Provincial Party Committee were so angry that they had no idea what to do when faced with the ruthless Commander Song.

In the end, the lawsuit was brought to the Shanghai War Zone Headquarters.

As a result, he was scolded by the head of the military headquarters: "What a bunch of idiots! Now there are more soldiers in Shanxi Song Wenwan than in the Eighth Route Army.

It's enough for everyone to watch over everyone, is it necessary for you to follow behind and worry about it?"

It's no wonder that he was angry. The war in Shanghai was not going well and had become a mess.

But there are still people who call the headquarters for such a trivial matter. They are really more of a hindrance than a help.

This is good. There are fewer pairs of eyes following him. Song Wenwan will naturally follow the Eighth Route Army and fight a big battle.

The Eighth Route Army's divisional headquarters was also extremely busy at this time.

But our Commander Song sat in the corner like a big boss, just looking at them and grinning foolishly.

The cadres and soldiers below naturally did not know his true identity.

I just think this reactionary is so annoying that he even came to spy on my division headquarters.

As the war is about to begin, everyone in the division headquarters is already busy as hell.

But this guy was like a conspicuous bag, his butt was stuck to the chair and he just refused to leave.

Finally, the commander couldn't stand it anymore, so when no one was around, he came over and asked him what he wanted to do.

Song Wenwan was not polite and said, "Commander, we want missions, combat missions.

Our Xigan guerrilla column must participate in this ambush in the Shanxi war zone."

The commander got a headache after hearing this, because he knew Song Wenwan's true identity.

This man is like the God of Wealth in the Eighth Route Army.

But when I go to war, I don't send the God of War to the battlefield, but I send the God of Wealth. What's the meaning of this? So I firmly disagree.

When Song Wenwan heard that his commander didn't allow him to go to the battlefield, his face immediately turned red.

This is a great opportunity to have a separate page in my family tree. How could I not go?

He took out a piece of paper directly from his pocket and wrote an order on it.

"Order! Effective immediately, the first and second detachments of the Song Wenwan Guerrilla Column will be on first-level combat readiness.

Be ready to join in at any time; the ambush of the Eighth Route Army must not make any mistakes.

I hope the Eighth Route Army will actively cooperate with their actions! Shanxi Guerrilla Column Headquarters, order! "

They looked at Song Wenwan, who was shameless and gave himself a combat mission.

He also used the name of his functional superior to get the Eighth Route Army to cooperate with him.

Everyone was annoyed by this shameless little guy.

After repeated persuasion from the division commander, political commissar, and chief of staff, Song Wenwan finally spoke the truth in his heart.

"You all know that I come from the Xigan family, a true landowner.

My great-grandfather once suppressed the Nian Army, and my grandfather suppressed the Boxer Rebellion.

Most of the officers under my command are descendants of my great-grandfather's subordinates.

If I hadn't been on the anti-Japanese battlefield and killed a few more devils, how would our Xigan coalition army have turned the tide in the future? "

The political commissar is more capable of solving this kind of problem.

After discussing with the division commander and chief of staff, he gave orders to Song Wenwan.

"Hahaha, it's great that I can be behind the entire army and secretly engage the enemy as a reserve.

No problem, no problem. Just let us join the battle. I won’t pick on the missions.

You may not know me very well, but I am a person who abides by the organization's disciplines."

Song Wenwan agreed with his mouth, but he was thinking about something else.

What was the name of Chen Peisi's skit? It seemed to be called "The Protagonist and the Supporting Actor"...

No one expected that it would rain heavily in Shanxi Province even though it was almost October.

In order to arrive at the ambush site on time and not delay the attack on the Japanese invaders.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army struggled forward in the waist-deep river water amidst the violent storm.

Fortunately, over the past year, the superiors had obtained a large amount of fine grain from somewhere, which made the soldiers stronger.

Otherwise, they would either be washed away by the river or fall seriously ill after the battle.

After walking all night, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army finally arrived at the battlefield before dawn.

Under the command of the division headquarters, the soldiers quickly built positions.

"Chief of Staff? Has Song Wenwan's guerrilla detachment been brought up?"

The chief of staff said: "Since we assigned them the task, Song Wenwan's troops have not had any contact with us."

Pointing to a Nationalist officer outside, he said, "They only sent a staff officer, and he doesn't know anything yet."

The division commander turned his head and looked over. The officer was well-mannered and wore a pair of glasses.

He pouted and wiped the camera in his hand without even looking up.

Forget it, since he is hiding in the corner of the tent and not talking to anyone, just let him stay there.

That is, when they are giving orders or observing the enemy situation.

He would pick up the camera in his hand and take a few pictures for everyone.

It is said that after the war is over, it will be used to promote the Red Army's anti-Japanese war.

His statement was immediately accepted by the staff of the division headquarters, and they looked at him with a much softer attitude.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers on the hillside were working hard to build shelters.

They poured the excavated soil and stones into newly obtained sacks and piled them in front of the trenches.

In the regiment headquarters in the woods behind, the regiment commander and the political commissar were looking at the map with large flashlights in their hands.

At this moment

There were faint sounds of gunfire outside, and immediately a soldier ran in to report the situation to them.

"Reporting to the regiment commander, we heard gunshots from the east, there must be a fight going on over there.

Now more than 70 enemy trucks are heading our way."

The regiment commander and the political commissar immediately took their binoculars and walked towards the front trenches.