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With a deafening roar, a platoon of puppet soldiers and a Czech-style machine gun at the gate of the defense camp were blasted into the sky!

"My machine gun, another one gone!" Zhang Dabiao lamented, watching the machine gun seemingly disintegrate from the explosion.

A five-kilogram explosive pack possessed enough power to deform the machine gun's barrel, let alone its mount.

"Hehe!" Wang Chengzhu, who operated the mortar, chuckled innocently. As an artilleryman, his target was the bunker, the machine gun, or the enemy – it was all the same. One shot was all it took to neutralize them.

"Zhu, don't fire another round. With the might of that shot, those second-rate devils who are just trying to make a living should behave themselves," Zhang Dabiao said, pushing his hat back and producing a tin-made megaphone.

"Listen up, you people inside! I'll count to ten. If you don't come out and surrender, I'll aim the next shot at the building!" Zhang Dabiao didn't waste words, repeating his ultimatum before starting to count.

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

"Officer, officer, please don't shoot! We surrender! We surrender!" The puppet soldiers inside were already a disorganized bunch, lacking a leader. Although not everyone witnessed the explosion firsthand, nearly all the puppet soldiers in the camp peeked from the doorways after the blast.

It was a gruesome sight. Nothing was intact. Several puppet soldiers guarding the gate were reduced to pieces, their blood splattering all over the entrance!

A hand even flew over to the doorway of a room in the camp!

The Eighth Route Army's artillery was simply too brutal.

Therefore, Zhang Dabiao's threat became the final straw that broke the camel's back for the puppet soldiers. They joined the army to earn a living, not to risk their lives.

"225, 226," Zhang Dabiao counted the puppet soldiers as they came out, confiscating their weapons one by one and lining them up. The machine gun was set up on the side, its presence a stark warning. None of the surrendered puppet soldiers dared to contemplate any mischief.

"Da Kui, take the assault squad inside and search. Be careful!" Zhang Dabiao turned to Zhang Da Kui, the leader of the assault squad, and instructed him.

"Yes, Battalion Commander, I understand," Zhang Da Kui grinned, his body draped with a Thompson submachine gun. He wasn't afraid of these weaklings, even on the battlefield.

Zhang Da Kui led over a dozen assault squad soldiers in single file. The five men at the front each carried a Thompson submachine gun. Even if there were dozens hiding inside, they couldn't stand a chance.

Before long...

"Battalion Commander, there's really no one left. Not a single person," Zhang Da Kui shouted from inside.

"Liu'an, take a platoon and guard the prisoners in the courtyard. The rest of you, follow me to reinforce the regiment commander and the others!" Seeing that the situation was under control, Zhang Dabiao casually instructed Cao Liu'an, the third platoon leader, to watch over the prisoners. He then led the rest of the men directly towards Sunji Restaurant.

Zhang Dabiao figured that the regiment commander and his men would have some trouble taking the restaurant, as they had virtually no long-range attack capabilities. If the puppet army battalion commander, Chen Shenghai, and his men defended the building to the death, only the sniper squad with their rifles and Li Yunlong would be locked in a stalemate.

After all, the emphasis of this battle was on training soldiers, and the regiment commander wouldn't recklessly order the sniper squad to charge and attack.

However, when Zhang Dabiao turned the corner, the smoke of battle had already dissipated outside Sunji Restaurant.

"Da Biao, you're here. What are the team casualties?" Li Yunlong asked, looking at Zhang Dabiao's group, without even asking about the result.

"Regiment Commander, everyone's fine. We blasted the machine gun post guarding the entrance with a cannon, and the remaining puppet soldiers all surrendered. None of the brothers were hurt," Zhang Dabiao replied with a grin. "This battle was too enjoyable. With the mortar, taking out machine gun emplacements is like child's play."

"Regiment Commander, how did you take down the restaurant? There were a dozen puppet dogs upstairs," Zhang Dabiao asked curiously, noticing the absence of prisoners.

"Hehe, those second dogs heard the noise and all rushed down from upstairs, only for me to intercept them in the street. After a burst of gunfire, Xi Kui and the others used them for target practice. Xi Kui and his spendthrift buddies didn't leave me a single one," Li Yunlong said, sounding somewhat disgruntled.

He was armed with a twenty-shot Mauser pistol, which was far less accurate than the Type 38 rifles with carefully selected and excellent condition that Wang Xikui and others had. With pistols, hitting a moving target beyond ten meters was difficult, and hitting anything beyond fifty meters was basically a matter of luck!

"Let's go check on our horses. They weren't hurt, were they?" Li Yunlong said with a wave of his hand.

"Of course not, the horses didn't even move," Zhang Dabiao replied with a smile.

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Inside the stable, nearly 300 strong and well-fed horses from beyond the Great Wall were completely oblivious to the changing situation outside, each with their heads lowered, consuming fine feed.

"Corn cobs, soybeans, black beans!" Li Yunlong's eyelids twitched as he looked at the fine feed. Although these warhorses were good, they were all living ancestors. The Independent Regiment simply couldn't afford to feed them like this!

Fortunately, Ren Zhong suggested dispersing them. If all the horses of this cavalry battalion were brought back to Yangcun, the entire regiment would starve trying to feed them!

A single horse consumed about nine kilograms of feed a day, and if you wanted them to be strong and well-fed, half of that had to be fine feed, which meant grains, not just grass. Considering the Independent Regiment's current size of just over a thousand men, and the standard ration of one and a half pounds per person, it would take the rations of six soldiers to provide the fine feed for just one horse!

These nearly 300 horses would consume more than the entire Independent Regiment's food supply?!

They were truly living ancestors.

Although Li Yunlong cursed inwardly, his eyes were still filled with fervor as he looked at the warhorses!

For no other reason than that, a fully equipped cavalry battalion like this would be more than a match for the entire Independent Regiment in a head-on battle on flat ground!

If it were a Japanese cavalry unit, it would be even more terrifying. In 1939, to eliminate the Japanese Kojima Cavalry Regiment, the Seventh Route Army deployed its main force, the 35th Army, along with a cavalry division and a large number of guerrillas, a total of over 30,000 men, to annihilate this arrogant cavalry regiment!

This was basically the only instance in the entire history of fighting the Japanese where a cavalry regiment of less than a thousand men was completely wiped out.

It could be said that before tanks and armored vehicles, cavalry was the strongest ground combat force!

Cavalry was expensive, but it was truly worth the cost!

"Regiment Commander, Regiment Commander!" Seeing that Li Yunlong was somewhat absent-minded and seemed to be drooling, Zhang Dabiao loudly reminded him.

"We should collect the spoils of war and retreat. Wanjiabao is conveniently located, with Japanese troops on all sides. It will be troublesome for us to retreat with the goods once they react!"

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