Among the puppet troops, the casualty ratio exceeded two-thirds. The troops have not yet collapsed and are already considered the elite of the puppet troops.

"Master seat?" The situation in front of them was somewhat beyond the expectations of the two brigade commanders, Wang Wenxian called out in a low voice.

Master, are you so frightened?

"Huh?" Liu Guojun came back to his senses, but his face had become very ugly.

These puppet soldiers are his foundation in this world. Without the troops, he will only have one end, and that is death.

"Master, take a look at this." Wang Wenxian carefully handed a leaflet to Liu Guojun's hand as if he were a thief.

Liu Guojun took it and took a look and saw the leaflet saying that the Japanese army was defeated at Zhongtiao Mountain. One hundred thousand Japanese soldiers were killed and injured. Lieutenant General Mano Goro, the commander of the 41st Division of the Japanese Army, died in the battle. Now the Eighth Route Army is preparing to regain Taiyuan. Regardless of the Japanese army,

Or the puppet troops surrendered their guns but did not kill them. In addition to traditional Chinese, there is also Japanese.

"Where did this come from?" Liu Guojun's face darkened, "Has it not been discovered by the Japanese?"

"Absolutely not." Wang Wenxian said, "I have a Japanese friend who works as a staff officer at the Japanese Army Headquarters. I heard from him that Lieutenant General Mano Goro was indeed killed in the battle. It seems that the Japanese are really finished. Master, we have to find help for our brothers.
Chapter completed!