"Yes, the dog traitor is not a Chinese! Hehe..." The dog seemed very happy.

"What are you happy about?" asked the deputy from Class 9.

"Hehe, when the company commander went to the injured barracks to see us, he saw my hand. He said that this hand was just half gone? It's okay, I asked me to heal my injury and I went to be a guard for him. I was also preparing to pass on my left-hand sword technique and let me practice left-hand gun shooting! Hehe, I can kill the Japanese again!" Gouzi said happily.

"Okay, it's not bad, you'll do it well with the company commander! Learn hard with the company commander, recognize more words, and strive to be an officer in the future and lead troops to fight!" The deputy of the Ninth Class was also happy for Gouzi.

"Well, I know, goodbye to the squad leader!" Gouzi ran away happily.

"This little dog is really an optimistic school!" The deputy of Class 9 said with a smile as he looked at the figure of Gouzi leaving.

"After experiencing so much suffering, if I didn't put my mind on it, I would have been crazy long ago..." The deputy of Class 9 thought of the hatred between the dog and the Japanese again.

Question: What are the soldiers of the security regiment doing the most professional?

Answer: Clean the battlefield and loot the Japanese!

The answer is correct!

This is not a joke. The first lesson for the soldiers of Jiuzhai to go to the battlefield was to clean the battlefield. Then they experienced battles again and again, cleaning the battlefield again and again, plundering supplies...

It can be said that looking at the whole world today, there are almost no such professional security teams! Why? Let me ask you, World War II has not started yet, who can have our security team clean the battlefield more times?

Because of a row of help, and Sun Dali drew 20 soldiers carrying artillery shells from the artillery platoon to help, Zhang Yihe and his team's speed of cleaning the battlefield suddenly accelerated.

Whenever a corpse of a Japanese or several Japanese corpses are carried over, soldiers will search for things according to their respective division of labor. Some are specialized in pursuing pockets, some are specialized in bending their mouths to look at gold teeth, and some are specialized in pursuing military uniforms...

In the distance, soldiers brought back the Japanese guns and ammunition, and then put them in different categories and then recorded them.

However, this time, the soldiers who plundered the Japanese got a new task: all suspicious items were placed separately, especially paper books with images and text.

Of course, things like photos have long been taken care of and have to be placed separately. Because there are a lot of sinful video materials here, this must be placed separately.

"Platform leader, we dragged the Japanese two infantry cannons over! There were hundreds of shells coming!" a soldier shouted.

"Well, let's put it here first. The Japanese did not fire this time. Fortunately!" Hu Zhao said.

"The Japanese were in trouble and actually placed the infantry artillery in the marching team. It was the first round of fire exchange that they knocked out the Japanese artillery!" Zhang Yihe was still expressionless.

"The Japanese artillery is very talented, so it is understandable to protect them when marching!" Hu Zhao said.

"Planer leader, look at this!" Several soldiers walked to Hu Zhao and the others, and two of them worked together to carry a canvas bag.

"Wow, these Japanese devils are rich enough! So much gold and silver jewelry? And so many small yellow croakers and oceans?" Hu Zhao said, looking at the canvas marching bags that were full of dangdang.

"It should have been stolen by the Japanese along the way! It seems that the Japanese killed a lot. Look, there are still blood on them!" Zhang Yihe said.

"Planer leader, look at these photos..." A soldier took out some photos in confusion and said.

"What photo... This... this... isn't the Japanese's biological father? Why are there so many photos?" Hu Zhao took the photos and looked at them. They were actually some middle-aged men's military uniforms.

"This photo... this is the military uniform of a friendly army! How could the Japanese have such a photo? Who is the photo?" Zhang Yihe also looked at it, and after seeing it, he said in confusion.

The photo was just a small episode, and the two of them were surprised. But with the discovery of a map, Hu Zhao and Zhang Yihe were silent.

Although they are not from the reconnaissance company, they are still very close to the special operations reconnaissance company.

Looking at the interlude curve on the map that perfectly bypassed all defense zones in southeastern Shanxi, the two looked at each other without saying anything. As for the end of this curve, it was actually the location of the division headquarters of the Eighth Route Friends.

"We are blocking the guns for friendly troops!" Zhang Yihe said in silence for a while.

"Yes, if we were not here, if this group of Japanese soldiers were really interspersed, the loss would be great!" Hu Zhao also said.

"Keep these things and wait to go back and see them for the regiment commander! Just this matter, the friendly forces have to give us benefits! Damn, brothers are dead..." Zhang Yihe didn't know what to say. Injustice? Or is it worth it? It's hard to say...

"It's worth it, it's definitely worth it! Friends are sincerely fighting against Japan, it's worth it!" Hu Zhao continued...

Cleaning the battlefield is a meticulous and complex task. Even the soldiers of the Second Guard Company are very professional, they only plunder the Japanese seriously when it is bright.

Looking at the black (flies, don't get me wrong) white and red scene on the north side of the bridge, no matter the warriors in the third row or the warriors in the first row, a sense of pride was bursting into my heart.

That's right, we suffered 30 comrades, but how many Japanese are there? There are 391 incomplete, 87 incomplete, and I don't know how many of them are.

"There must be more than 500 Japanese soldiers?" A soldier asked his comrades next to him.

"It has to be calculated based on five hundred!" the comrade replied.

"We have something to do not finish?" Zhang Yihe said to Hu Zhao.

"I haven't finished it, there are still sacrifices and what the regiment leader has told me." Hu Zhao returned.

"Then let's do it quickly. After finishing our work, let's send your brothers home!" Zhang Yihe said.

"Okay, do it!" Hu Zhao said in a hatred.

Soon, the two platoons of soldiers became busy again. Even if they didn't sleep in the middle of the night and had a busy schedule, they didn't feel tired.

In the early morning, in Licheng, the handover of the materials in the First War Zone finally ended, and 5,000 82-force shells were loaded into the car. The person in charge of the First War Zone saluted Guo Jinglie and said goodbye.

"Battleman Guo, please tell Captain Hu, and then Commander Wei said that thanks to your unit for his righteous actions! This time we took advantage of it, so we will find supplies to your unit in the future!" said the visitor.

"You're welcome, you're welcome! We are the same Egg Country troops, and we should work together to prevent foreign humiliation! The mountains are high and the road is long, so I won't send you away!"

"Goodbye!" The convoy of the First War Zone began to march towards Changzhi under the leadership of the First Company of Guards.

"Sir, look!" Just as he passed the Zhaodian wooden bridge, the soldier escorted the car suddenly exclaimed.

"What are you looking at?" The person in charge of the War Zone looked in the direction guided by the soldiers, and then his eyes suddenly stared at the boss.
Chapter completed!