Li Yunlong smiled and said, "Brig Commander, aren't you afraid that you have worked too hard for days and nights, so you specially made some delicious food to supplement your nutrition?"

"Nothing!" The brigade commander suddenly became angry.

"Do you know what the fuck are you doing? I'm not those warlords of the Kuomintang!"

"I'm not doing the revolution for personal enjoyment. Who do you think of me as? Om? What I hate most in my life is to make special!"

Li Yunlong was scolded by the brigade commander like a gray grandson.

He stood beside him with a broken face and didn't dare to say a word.

The brigade commander became more and more angry as he spoke, so he reached out to put the braised pork chop to the ground.

As a result, he swept Wang Ye's arm, and Wang Ye protected the braised pork at the last moment.

"Xiao Wang, what are you doing?" the brigade commander said with a dark face, "What? Do you even want to make special?"

"Brig Commander, you are not objective in your words." Wang Ye was not afraid of the brigade commander and said calmly, "You can use tricks to deceive the boss into eating meat, why can't our regiment commander invite you to eat meat?"

"You can't fool the boss to eat meat to increase his nutrition,"

"Our team leader invites you to eat meat to make it special. You are called unreasonable."

Hearing this, Li Yunlong secretly gave Wang Ye a thumbs up on his back, as if saying, "Xiao Wang, you are so awesome, you dare to talk to the brigade commander like this."

The brigade commander was also very upset.

"Can this be the same?"

The brigade commander said angrily: "I paid my own allowance at that time."

"Braft Commander, you are even more unobjective." Wang Ye retorted, "You have never conducted an investigation. Why did you conclude that our regiment commander did not pay out of his own pocket, but used the funds of the third detachment?"

"Uh..." The brigade commander was stunned when he heard this, as if it was true.

The brigade commander turned around and asked Li Yunlong, "Did you pay for your own pocket?"

Li Yunlong smiled and said with a saliva: "Brig Commander, I borrowed Xiao Wang."

Wang Ye picked up the braised pork and said to Li Yunlong: "Captain, the brigade commander doesn't want to eat meat, so let's eat it."

After saying that, Wang Ye made a move to pour meat into his bowl.

"Wait, let it go." The brigade commander said angrily, "Who said I don't want to eat meat?"

Li Yunlong quickly picked up the chopsticks and picked up the largest and fattest piece of meat for the brigade commander.

The brigade commander took a bite and felt his mouth full of oil. He praised: "Well, it's delicious. Speaking of which, I haven't eaten meat for almost a year. It's so delicious. Xiao Wang, Li Yunlong, you two eat it too."

Wang Ye would not be polite to the brigade commander, so he immediately picked up his bowl and started eating.

Li Yunlong was much more restrained in front of the brigade commander and only dared to pick up sour radishes to eat.

Halfway through the meal, Cheng Yue came in to report: "Captain, Ping'an County has entered the street fighting by house."

"I understand." Wang Ye waved his hand and retreated Cheng Yue, and said to the brigade commander and Li Yunlong, "Brig Commander, regiment commander, the Japanese in Ping'an County have entered the stage of dying struggle. It seems that the battle is about to end."

"Is it almost over?" asked the brigade commander in surprise, "You have told me before that fighting from house to house is the most dangerous and arduous battle, and the casualties ratio of the offense and defense is infinitely close to one to one?"

"Brig Commander, this is different." Wang Ye said with a smile.

“We have the help of the people.”

...

Ping'an County, street fighting battlefield.

Guan Dashan personally led two elite veterans to advance from house to house.

Ping'an County is an old-fashioned county town. The houses in the city are narrow and narrow, and there is no earthen wall between many adjacent houses, only a layer of thin cattails of wooden boards.

Such wooden walls cannot block bullets, and they are even more impossible to block bombs!

However, considering that there might be people behind the wooden wall, Guan Dashan and the others did not dare to open fire rashly.

Guan Dashan held the submachine gun on his chest, freed up his left hand and pointed to a soldier, then pointed to the thin wooden wall blocking their way.

The warrior understood and kicked up.

With a sound of bloating, the wooden wall was immediately kicked down by the soldier.

The moment he kicked down the wooden wall, the soldier fell to the side.

The moment the warrior fell to the ground, two streams of light shot over with the sound of gunshots, almost flying past the warrior's head.

The next moment, Guan Dashan and another soldier pulled the trigger at the same time.

"Da da da!" Two dazzling flames instantly shot into the opposite room.

The two Japanese hiding inside were instantly shot into sieve by dense bullets.

In close-range street fighting, imitation of Thomson's submachine gun still has an advantage over the 38th large cover.

After waiting for ten seconds, Guan Dashan quietly entered the next room with two soldiers.

A bunch of debris on the street outside was lit by a bomb and was burning fiercely.

With the light coming through the gaps in the doors and windows, you can vaguely see the scene in the house.

Suddenly, Guan Dashan and the three submachine guns of the two soldiers pointed to a corner in unison.

But the moment when the trigger was pulled, Guan Dashan and the others stopped.

Because it was not the Japanese hiding in the corner of the house, but a woman, and there was also a young child who looked at at most three or five years old in her arms.

The woman seemed a little scared.

But the young child stared at Guan Dashan with his big black eyes.

"Don't be afraid, sister." Guan Dashan said in a very light volume, "Eighth Route Army."

When the three words Eighth Route Army were heard, the woman was no longer afraid, as if these three words had some magic power that could calm the mind and calm the mind.

Guan Dashan asked softly again: "Are there any other Japanese at home?"

The woman immediately stretched out her hand and pointed quietly in the inside.

Guan Dashan asked in a low voice again: "Is there anyone else at home?"

The woman shook her head silently, and a thin layer of water mist floated in her eyes.

Guan Dashan dared not look at the woman's eyes anymore and issued instructions to the two soldiers behind him.

The next moment, Guan Dashan and the two soldiers raised their imitation Thomson submachine guns at the same time and fired in the inner room. They finally stopped until a magazine was shot.

A muffled groan faintly sounded in the inner room.

When Guan Dashan and the others rushed into the inner room again, they saw a Japanese officer lying in a pool of blood.

The entire chest and abdomen of this Japanese officer were sieve, so he would definitely not be able to save him.

However, Guan Dashan kicked the turtle box beside the Japanese officer's hand as soon as possible, and then kicked the Japanese officer's neck and broke his neck.

"Girl, hurry up and take the child out of the city."

Guan Dashan signaled the woman to retreat from the passage where they came with her children.

Watching the woman walk away with her child in her arms, Guan Dashan brought two soldiers to the wooden wall on the other side of the house, and then nodded at the other soldiers again.

The soldier also kicked the wooden wall with a fierce kick and then fell to the ground.

The fragile wooden wall was kicked down immediately, and another dazzling tongue of flame spewed from the opposite side.

However, this time it was not the 38th large cabin, but a crooked machine gun. Guan Dashan and another soldier hid on both sides of the gap and lie down quickly, then climbed to the distance with their hands and feet as fast as possible.

But the soldier who just kicked down the wooden wall had no chance to escape.

The Japanese machine gunner lowered the muzzle slightly, and the bullet hit the warrior.

But the soldier still threw a grenade at the Japanese before he died.
Chapter completed!