novel-bin Chapter 355 Eat dumplings and win the battle!
Chapter 355 Eat dumplings and win the battle!
Li Yunlong grabbed his shoulders and said, "Calm down, kid! I want revenge more than you do! But the enemy is so powerful now, and we have so few men, and we will die if we fight!"
"Then what do you say we should do? Are we just going to watch our brothers die in vain?" Zhang Ling shouted excitedly.
Li Yunlong didn't say anything, but just looked up at the starry sky, with complex light flashing in his eyes.
"Zhang Ling, do you still remember the rules of our independent regiment?"
"Of course I remember! Cavalry Gun, eating dumplings, and winning battles!" Zhang Ling answered without thinking.
"That's right! I'm going to lead you to win the battle now! Only by winning the battle can we avenge our brothers! Only then can we make those damn Japanese devils pay for their blood with blood!" Li Yunlong stood up suddenly, with a raging fire in his eyes.
Zhang Ling looked at the iron-willed man in front of him, and a feeling of admiration welled up in his heart. He knew that Li Yunlong was right, and only by living could he have hope of revenge!
"Old Li, tell me, what should we do next?" Zhang Ling said in a firm tone.
Li Yunlong patted his shoulder and pointed to the east, "Let's go to Ping'an County!"
"Ping'an County? That's the Japanese's territory! What are we going there for?" Zhang Ling asked puzzledly.
"There is a Japanese baggage train stationed in Ping'an County, with a large amount of weapons, ammunition and food! I want to seize it and get some supplies for my brothers to survive the winter!" A cunning light flashed in Li Yunlong's eyes.
"Okay! I just like to do this kind of exciting thing!" Zhang Ling became excited when he heard it.
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The boat moved forward quietly in the night, heading towards unknown dangers and challenges. Zhang Ling looked at Li Yunlong's resolute back, and he knew that the road to revenge had just begun...
The next morning, they arrived at a forest near Ping'an County. Li Yunlong gathered the soldiers who had broken out of the encirclement. There were less than 20 of them, all in ragged clothes, with tired faces, but their eyes were full of the flames of revenge.
"Brothers, I know you are all feeling very sad now, and so am I! But we cannot fall down! We must turn our grief into strength and avenge our fallen brothers!" Li Yunlong said in a loud voice, standing on a rock.
"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!" The soldiers were outraged. They raised their weapons and shouted loudly.
"Okay! Next, I'll arrange the action plan for tonight!" Li Yunlong said, taking out a map from his arms and spreading it on the ground...
Zhang Ling wiped the water off his face, and the coldness of the river water made him shiver. He looked at Li Yunlong, whose weather-beaten face was full of fatigue and anger, and the fire in his eyes seemed to devour the night.
"Political Commissar...what happened to him?" Zhang Ling's voice trembled. He didn't dare to imagine what Zhao Gang would encounter.
Li Yunlong took a big gulp of wine, but the spicy liquid seemed unable to extinguish the anger in his heart. "The damn Yamamoto Ikki led his men to attack our base, and the political commissar covered our retreat..." At this point, his voice choked, and he threw the wine jar to the ground, and the broken porcelain pieces flew everywhere, just like his mood at the moment.
Zhang Ling felt his head buzzing and his vision went dark. Zhao Gang was dead! The gentle political commissar who always tried to stop him when he was impulsive, the comrade who fought side by side with him and talked about his ideals with him, was dead just like that?
"Damn it! I want to avenge the political commissar!" Li Yunlong's eyes were red as he punched the board, and the board groaned under the weight.
Zhang Ling took a deep breath and suppressed the grief in his heart. He knew that now was not the time to be sad. He had to carry on Zhao Gang's last wish and live and fight!
"Old Li, you are not familiar with the Japanese's Benli. Are you clear about the firepower configuration?" Zhang Ling asked, his tone frighteningly calm.
Li Yunlong wiped away his tears and looked at Zhang Ling, as if he saw the shadow of Zhao Gang. "You are as calm as the political commissar. Don't worry, I have figured it out this time, and I am just waiting to go back and give the Japanese a good beating!"
The boat sailed in the night, and the reeds on both sides rustled, as if crying for Zhao Gang's sacrifice. Zhang Ling and Li Yunlong did not speak, but the anger in their hearts was deeper and hotter than the night.
Back at the base, the entire independent regiment was shrouded in grief. The soldiers had red eyes and clenched their weapons tightly, wishing they could rush out and fight the devils to the death.
Li Yunlong stood on the high platform, looking at the soldiers in front of him who were filled with grief and anger. He knew that it was time, time to use the blood of the devils to commemorate Zhao Gang's spirit in heaven!
"Brothers! The political commissar has died! In order to protect us, he was killed by that bastard Yamamoto Ikki!" Li Yunlong's voice was tragic and loud, echoing in the valley.
The soldiers were enraged and shouted: "Revenge for the political commissar!"
"Revenge for the political commissar!"
Li Yunlong pressed his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. "Yamamoto Ikki, this old devil, is full of tricks. We can't fight him head-on this time. We have to think of a way to lure him out and destroy him in one fell swoop!"
Zhang Ling stood up, his eyes flashing with coldness. "Old Li, I know what Yamamoto Ikki's weakness is."
"Oh? Tell me about it quickly!" Li Yunlong became interested.
"Yamamoto Ikki is a conceited man who thinks he is the 'Imperial Military God' and values his reputation and honor the most. We can take advantage of this and set a trap for him." A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Ling's mouth, as if he had foreseen the ending of Yamamoto Ikki.
A few days later, a piece of intelligence about the movement of the main force of the independent regiment was deliberately "leaked" to the Japanese army. Yamamoto Ikki was fooled, and he couldn't wait to seize this opportunity to avenge his previous shame and completely eliminate the independent regiment.
As night fell, Yamamoto Ikki led his special forces team and quietly sneaked into the encirclement set up by Zhang Ling and Li Yunlong.
"Report! The Japanese have entered the encirclement!" A soldier ran to Li Yunlong to report.
Li Yunlong's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a bloodthirsty smile. "Okay! Pass the order down, beat him up hard!"
"Yes!"
Suddenly, gunshots rang out, flames shot up into the sky, and the quiet valley instantly turned into a living hell. Yamamoto Ikki never dreamed that his carefully planned operation would fall into the trap of the Eighth Route Army. He looked at the soldiers falling around him, and his heart was filled with anger and fear.
"Baga! How could this bunch of guerrillas......"
Before he could finish, a bullet whizzed in and hit him in the chest. Yamamoto Ikki widened his eyes in disbelief and slowly fell down. He never understood how he was defeated until his death.
Zhang Ling and Li Yunlong stood side by side on the hillside, looking at the chaotic battlefield below. There was no joy on their faces, only endless sadness.
"Old Li, we have avenged the political commissar." Zhang Ling's voice was low, as if he was talking to himself.
Li Yunlong did not speak, but looked up at the sky, with two lines of hot tears sliding down his weathered face. He knew that this victory was won with the blood and lives of countless soldiers, and they would never forget those comrades who sacrificed their lives in the war of resistance.
However, the war is far from over, and they have a more important task, which is to drive the invaders out of China completely!
At this moment, there was a sudden roar in the sky, and several Japanese bombers roared in, dropping bombs on the position of the independent regiment...
The boat drifted downstream in the dark night. Li Yunlong's strong arms rhythmically swung the oars, and ripples appeared on the river. Zhang Ling sat at the bow, and the cold river water soaked his clothes, but he didn't care. He just stared at the blood-stained sketch in his hand.
"Damn Yamamoto Ikki, I'm going to skin him alive sooner or later!" Li Yunlong spat fiercely and cursed in a rough voice.
Zhang Ling raised his head and looked at Li Yunlong's face twisted by anger, feeling mixed emotions. He knew who Li Yunlong was talking about, Yamamoto Ikki, the devil who led the "special forces" to attack the independent regiment and killed Political Commissar Zhao Gang!
"Old Li, the political commissar..." Zhang Ling's voice was a little choked. He didn't dare to imagine the scene when Zhao Gang died. The political commissar who always had a smile on his face and was gentle and courteous, the hero who always charged forward on the battlefield and was ready to die, had left them just like that.
Li Yunlong was silent for a moment, then slammed the bamboo pole in his hand against the side of the boat, making a muffled sound. "The political commissar...died heroically!"
Zhang Ling did not speak again, but buried his head deeply, tears silently slid down, dripping onto the sketch in his hand, staining the bloodstains on it.
He knew that now was not the time to be sad. He had to turn his grief into strength and carry Political Commissar Zhao Gang's last wish to safely send this sketch, which was related to the entire situation of the War of Resistance, back to the headquarters!
"Old Li, this is the enemy's 'Operation Plan C' that the political commissar fought hard to get back!" Zhang Ling took a deep breath and handed the sketch in his hand to Li Yunlong, "We must send it to the headquarters and not let the political commissar's sacrifice go to waste!"
Li Yunlong took the sketch and examined it carefully in the faint moonlight. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn.
"Damn it, these damn Japs actually want to..." Li Yunlong cursed with gritted teeth, but then closed his mouth. He knew that now was not the time to reveal the plan.
"Old Li, what should we do next?" Zhang Ling looked at Li Yunlong. He knew that with Li Yunlong's character, he would never give up and would definitely find a way to avenge Political Commissar Zhao Gang!
Li Yunlong carefully folded the sketch and stuffed it into his arms. A cold light flashed in his eyes. "Go back to the independent regiment! I will make these damn devils pay for their blood debt with blood!"
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The independent regiment’s headquarters was filled with gloom and sadness.
The sacrifice of Political Commissar Zhao Gang cast a shadow on the entire independent regiment. The soldiers all had red eyes and gnashed teeth, wishing they could rush out immediately and tear those hateful devils into pieces!