Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

After killing their battalion commander and his henchmen, the traitors had only one thing in mind at this moment, and that was, let the birds fly.

In their field of vision, the Eighth Route Army was blocking the road to the south. Although the road was not long, it was impossible to pass.

The north side looks calm, and no enemy seems to have noticed that there is another exit. So all the Japanese Japs who were still alive rushed north in a swarm.

Seeing that the enemy's departure mission had been completed, Zhao Gang first stared at the chaotic central main road for a while. He was afraid that puppet troops fishing in troubled waters would approach the stables.

After confirming that there were no problems, he quickly walked down from the commanding heights and shouted to the soldiers in the temporary defensive position:

"Everyone clean up the battlefield. Don't worry about the horses and weapons abandoned by the enemy. Check to see if there are any injured comrades."

Since the enemy did not use heavy firepower, they did not even throw grenades. Therefore, among the soldiers led by Zhao Gang, there were only five lightly injured soldiers. They only needed to recover for a few days before returning to the team.

Looking at the lifeless Wanjia Town, Zhao Gang frowned and decided to do one more thing before leaving.

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The puppet soldiers were very excited when they saw the Zhenbei exit in front of them. The group of Eighth Route Army they just encountered was too brutal.

Not only are there many people but the firepower is fierce, but there is also a sharpshooter with perfect shots. Who can withstand this!

The losers, who were originally unorganized, have now broken up and poured out from the north exit like a ball of loose sand. They have never thought about what they would do if there was an ambush by the Eighth Route Army here.

Since the battle took place in the early hours of the morning, these puppet troops were ill-armed when they attacked from their barracks.

Now he is running away in a panic again. Even having a rifle in his hand can be regarded as a high force value.

After Zhang Dabiao heard the gunfire in the town stopped, he ordered his comrades to prepare for battle at any time. When he saw the messy enemy, he immediately ordered the shooting.

Although he is now convinced of the political commissar Zhao Gang, there is one thing that he actually can't figure out.

Just kill these traitors. There is no need to keep prisoners. After taking them back, these Japanese traitors will waste the few food reserves in the regiment.

But since it was an order from the political commissar, he, as the battalion commander, had to obey it, but there was definitely no problem in killing a few more before the enemy surrendered.

"Hit me! Hit me hard!"

Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta-ta.

The soldiers of the two companies opened fire immediately, and the firepower network formed by light machine guns and rifles abruptly interrupted the puppet soldiers' escape momentum.

The two Japs in the front wanted to retreat into the town to find cover, while the two Japs in the back wanted to escape from Wanjia Town. This caused the two waves of people with different ideas to crowd and push each other, and even a stampede occurred.

Fierce and well-distributed firepower, like cutting wheat, killed dozens of traitors on the spot.

This group of puppet troops in Wanjia Town didn't have many people to begin with, and the former security group was put together temporarily by local ruffians.

After the Japanese surrendered and became puppet troops, although they absorbed some more trash, there were only more than 300 people in total.

A small hundred people died during the battle with Zhao Gang and the others. Now that they were ambushed and stampeded, only about eighty people were still able to move.

Only then did they understand what had happened, and began to regret why they were so stupid. How could there be no Eighth Route Army waiting at such an obvious ambush location.

But it was too late to say anything. These losers who sold their ancestors for glory had no ability to resist, so they had to kneel on the ground and surrender.

Various weapons were scattered all over the place, like explosive equipment.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Dabiao led the soldiers out. Looking at these boneless cowards, he spat dissatisfied.

"Where is your battalion commander? Tell him to come out and see me."

A group of puppet soldiers squatted on the ground and shivered, holding their heads in their hands. They couldn't tell the story of their suffering. Wherever there was any battalion commander, he had already been beaten to death by his own people.

Seeing this situation, the experienced Zhang Dabiao immediately knew that the so-called battalion commander was dead, so he added:

"If the battalion commander dies, come out the company commander! If the company commander dies, come out the platoon commander! I tell you, if you don't cooperate, you will die!"

As if to echo the words of their battalion commander, the soldiers pulled the bolts of their weapons one after another, and the atmosphere became solemn.

The puppet soldiers were scared to death. At this time, the characteristics of dead Taoist friends and immortal poor Taoists immediately awakened, and one cadre after another was pushed out by their own people.

Several soldiers with guns immediately stepped forward, picked out the puppet soldiers from the crowd, and ordered them to discipline their men.

Next, Zhang Dabiao divided two platoons of soldiers to clean up the battlefield and clear up the seizures, while he himself led the remaining soldiers to escort the prisoners to join Zhao Gang.

It took a total of fifteen minutes from the beginning of the war to the present, and the battle in Wanjia Town was completely over.

Soon, the two sides met. Seeing Zhang Dabiao escorting the prisoner, Zhao Gang nodded with satisfaction.

"Dabiao, are there any casualties among the soldiers? How are the arrangements for cleaning the battlefield going?"

Facing the concern of his own political commissar, Da Meow showed an imperceptible smile.

"Don't worry, political commissar, don't worry when I do my job. Our two companies fought an ambush. At that time, the two Japs were frightened by the gangsters, and not a single soldier was seriously injured."

"I have also made arrangements for cleaning the battlefield. It is estimated that the comrades will be back in about ten minutes."

"But I have a question, why are these traitors brought back? We don't need the people to correct us to know what the two Japanese have done."

Hearing this question, Zhao Gang looked at the other party seriously. He decided to teach a battalion commander a temporary lesson while he still had some time.

"Our public trials generally adopt a defense system, and the jury is composed of local gentry, and all legal procedures are followed."

"But have you ever thought about why we go to so much trouble to do this instead of settling our grudges with one life?"

Zhang Dabiao thought for a moment, but quickly gave up. It's okay to let him lead the commandos to kill the Japanese, but this kind of problem is really difficult for him.

"The purpose of the public trial is not only to eliminate evil and punish rape and popularize legal knowledge, but also to publicize and educate the public about thinking procedures and systems."

"You have been in the army for so long, you should know the difference between us and preserved fruits. The people are our roots."

"People who have participated in public trials can realize that our legal system is fair and fair and can be relied on."

"An army with the support of the people can be invincible."

After listening to his political commissar's words, Zhang Dabiao thought for a while and nodded. At the same time, the mayor of Wanjia Town came to the two of them with several prestigious village elders.

Zhao Gang saluted several elderly people and said: "I am the political commissar of the new second regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army. We have eliminated the puppet troops in Wanjia Town. I hope you can cooperate with us in the trial of the traitors."

Several fellow villagers from Wanjia Town, who were a little scared at first and even trembled when walking, immediately grabbed Zhao Gang's hand to express their gratitude after hearing his words.

When everyone came to the Erguizi, several village elders began to identify him on behalf of the entire town's residents.

These two devils often do bad things, and bullying men and dominating women is a common occurrence. Each of their hands was stained with the blood of the people in the base area, and one old man almost fainted from anger when identifying them.

Sure enough, among the dozens of remaining traitors, only seven could barely be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment (up to five years), and the rest were all sentenced to death.

According to Zhang Dabiao's words, even if these people die a hundred times, it will not be enough to repay the blood debt on their hands.

When the two Japanese soldiers heard about their final fate, they didn't even think about resisting. They know that they are destined to die, and it is better to wait for death than to struggle.

But you still have to cry, but these traitors are not crying because they have woken up, but because they are going to die.

Although some are against the rules, special treatment will be given in special times. Zhao Gang stood on a high platform and shouted to the soldiers and villagers below:

"According to the regulations of our Eighth Route Army, I announce the sentencing result on behalf of the D Committee of the New Second Regiment of the 386th Brigade."

"Seventy-eight traitors including Mei Quanxi were sentenced to death, and nine traitors including Lai Dasheng were sentenced to five years in prison!"

"Execute now!"

While the public trial was going on, the soldiers used this time to lead the horses from the stables to the street.

After the public trial, everyone immediately took their war horses and disarmed materials and prepared to leave.

Originally, the Type 92 heavy machine gun could not be taken away. The original plan was to ride back to the defense area. The heavy machine gun could only be carried by the soldiers, which was too time-consuming.

But just when Zhang Dabiao was about to explode in tears, fellow villagers from Wanjia Town sent a truck, which really overfulfilled the task.

After packing all the items, Zhao Gang looked at his watch.

It was still an hour before the Japanese railway patrol team came here, and he had just checked around and found that there was no radio station in Wanjia Town that could contact the outside world.

In other words, there is enough time to retreat.

Come on, come on, I understand all the typos in the second half