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Chapter 176: Battle of Tianjin 11

Old Master Qian stared in amazement at the several tanks and armored vehicles that suddenly appeared outside the village, his heart filled with shock and confusion.

His eyes widened, unable to believe what he saw.

At this time, the soldiers on the tanks and armored vehicles were using artillery and machine guns to launch ruthless attacks on the Japanese devils who had just been arrogant and bombarded the village with grenade launchers.

When Qian Wei saw the Japanese soldiers besieging Qianjiazhuang, he felt as if his head was hit hard by a sledgehammer.

His whole head was buzzing, and then a strong anger rushed to his forehead, almost making him lose his mind.

It was as if these Japanese devils had done it on purpose. They didn't come earlier or later, but just came to provoke him when the great Brigade Commander Qian was preparing to return home in glory.

This was simply a slap in his face! Qian Wei was extremely angry and felt that he had been greatly insulted.

So, he ordered without hesitation that the surrender of these Japanese devils should not be accepted and they should pay the price.

His voice was full of determination and firmness, revealing the extreme anger in his heart.

At this moment, Qian Wei had forgotten everything and was only thinking about how to vent his anger and let these Japanese devils know the consequences of offending him.

He clenched his fists tightly, with hatred flashing in his eyes, waiting for the end of the Japanese devils.

Fortunately, he saw through the telescope that only a section of the village's fence was blown up and collapsed, and there were still many villagers in the village shooting at the Japanese with rifles.

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!" Qian Wei's furious roar in the communicator hurt the eardrums of other crew members, but facing the furious commander, no one dared to complain.

The natural result was that this group of Japanese soldiers were chased by tanks and they tried desperately to rush into the woods.

However, no matter how fast their legs were, they could not be faster than the armored vehicles behind them. The machine gunners on top of the armored vehicles used machine guns to kill the Japanese devils one by one from behind.

Several Japanese soldiers knew that they could not escape, so they made up their minds, threw away their Type 38 rifles, knelt on the ground with their hands raised above their heads, intending to surrender to the Kuomintang armored forces behind them.

It’s just that ideals are full and reality is skinny. What awaits them is not the Kuomintang soldiers who accept their surrender, but the heavy tracks of armored vehicles that crush them.

"Good! Good! Good! Let's go and welcome these brave Kuomintang soldiers!" When Mr. Qian saw that all the Japanese soldiers were killed by the Kuomintang tanks and armored vehicles, he was so happy that he almost jumped up.

He hurriedly led the people in the village to meet the armored vehicle, his face filled with joy and gratitude.

They waved their arms excitedly to express their welcome and respect to the national army soldiers.

When the armored vehicle slowly stopped, the door opened and a young officer got out of the car. He was wearing a neat military uniform and his expression was serious and determined.

Mr. Qian walked forward quickly, tightly grasped the officer's hand, tears flashing in his eyes: "Thank you! Thank you for saving us!"

The officer smiled slightly, said it was their duty, and asked if there were any casualties.

Then, the officer introduced his identity and the situation of his troops to Mr. Qian, and expressed that he would continue to defend this land and eliminate more enemies.

Old Mr. Qian was so grateful that he invited the officer and his soldiers to his village to rest for a while to express his gratitude.

The officer readily agreed. He asked the soldiers to drive the armored vehicle aside, and then he walked into the village with Mr. Qian.

The villagers gathered around and welcomed these brave national army soldiers in the most enthusiastic way.

Old Master Qian didn't recognize that the officer was actually his great-nephew until Qian Wei finally couldn't help it, especially when he saw a group of his subordinates trying hard to hold back their laughter, their expressions were almost distorted.

This made Mr. Qian feel very strange and puzzled. He thought: "What's wrong with these people? Why are they all looking at me and smiling like this?"

Old Master Qian looked at the Nationalist soldiers who were trying to hold back their laughter with confusion, wondering if there was something wrong with him.

He couldn't help but touch his clothes and hat, and even lowered his head to check his shoes, but he didn't find anything unusual.

He turned to look at the other soldiers around him, hoping to get some clues from them, but they just smiled and shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know the reason either.

At this time, Qian Wei couldn't help laughing. He pointed at Mr. Qian and said, "Uncle, don't you recognize me? I'm Qian Xiaoer!"

When Mr. Qian heard this, his eyes widened and he looked carefully at the young man in front of him.

After a long while, he suddenly realized: "Oh, it's Wei'er! I was wondering why he looked a little familiar." As he said that, he also started laughing.

It turned out that Mr. Qian was old and his eyesight had deteriorated. In addition, he had not seen Qian Wei for many years, so he was unable to recognize him for a moment.

As for those soldiers who were trying not to laugh, it was because they knew the relationship between Qian Wei and Old Man Qian, and they couldn't help laughing when they saw their funny interactions.

Although this misunderstanding made everyone laugh, it also brought a bit of relaxation to the tense war atmosphere.

"You rascal! You're making fun of your grandfather!" The old man laughed heartily and kept patting Qian Wei's shoulders.

At this time, Qian Wei also put away his playful smile.

His eyes became extremely solemn, as if he was carrying a heavy burden. Then he knelt down in front of Mr. Qian with a plop and kowtowed three times.

Each bang seemed to make a hole in the ground; the sound was crisp and loud.

He shouted, "The unfilial grandson Qian's second son pays homage to the third grandfather! Your unfilial grandson has caused you so much suffering!"

The sound of Qian Wei's forehead hitting the ground was as shocking as a war drum.

He knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly, and tears glistened in his eyes.

His voice was filled with guilt and self-blame, as if he had to use up all his strength to say this.

At this moment, Qian Wei is no longer the cynical and playful boy, but a man full of responsibility and sense of mission.

In the following days, the village was filled with laughter and joy. The villagers took out the best food and drinks to entertain the national army soldiers, and everyone sat together to share the joy of victory.

Qian Wei and others also took this opportunity to understand the local situation in order to better carry out follow-up work. After all, he had not been back for many years.

At this moment, Qianjiazhuang became a place of unity and hope.

They knew very well that as long as these brave national army soldiers were there, they would no longer fear any enemy, and the commander of this powerful army was the hero of their Qianjiazhuang.

This battle is not only a victory, but also a transmission of faith, making people believe that justice will eventually defeat evil.