A few people found a sledge and loaded it with weapons, as well as some working tools, such as axes, sickles, spades and pickaxes. Pull it towards the wellhead. The five of them walked apart, with a wide gap between them. They were all controlling their steps and trying not to make any noise.
According to the scheduled plan, Lao Haishan went to deal with the bunker, Xiao Wuzi went to deal with the searchlight on the high platform, the big man went to the room to monitor the enemy camp, and Wang Jiaxiao and Hou Zhanshan went to touch the sentry post and open the gate of the prisoner of war camp.
Little Wuzi climbed up on his hands and feet without making a sound. Just when they were about to reach the platform, a crisp gunshot pierced the night sky. Xiaowuzi heard the sound of the Japs pulling the gun bolt and the panicked shouts of the Japs above. When the Japs' attention was attracted, he sped up his movements. Finally, he jumped up and was already on the platform. A Japanese soldier had just turned on his searchlight and was about to turn in the direction of the gunfire when he felt a sudden pain in his ribs, and a cold bayonet penetrated his back ribs straight into his heart.
Xiao Wuzi's bayonet was still in front of the Japanese soldier, but before he could pull it out, an arm strangled his neck from behind. The wrist holding the bayonet was also tightly held, preventing him from pulling out the knife. The Japanese behind were very strong. Xiao Wuzi was suppressed and unable to move. The three of them were lying on top of the searchlight like a stack of Arhats.
Xiaowuzi, in a hurry, took out the gun from his waist with his left hand, rubbed it on his leg, turned the muzzle, and shot the Japanese man twice in the left rib. The Japanese was shot but didn't let go. Xiaowuzi stuck his right foot back and stumbled. The whole body leaned back, and the two people fell to the ground with a clang. The little devil let go of his hand. The gun in Xiaowuzi's left hand was pressed against the devil's face and he shot again. Blood splashed all over his face.
By this time there was already loud gunfire, and then a roar was heard on the mountain. Lao Haishan finally stopped the machine gun from firing in the bunker.
Xiaowuzi turned the searchlight in the direction of the Japanese barracks. The Xiaojizi were indeed the most elite troops of this era, and their reaction was astonishing.
Some Japs had already set up machine guns, and a large number of Japs with guns were pouring out of the gate. Although some of them were not wearing any clothes, their guns were taken out. With the light shining on it, the crooked machine gun only fired a long burst and then misfired. After all, the big man's marksmanship is not impeccable, and he harvests the lives of the Japanese one by one.
Xiao Wuzi also turned the Japanese machine gun and pulled the trigger. Just when he was about to change another bullet, he heard a hiss and then a bang.
He was thrown to the other end of the platform by the blast of air, and the entire wooden roof collapsed on him.
The big man suppressed the Japanese machine gunner, and he would kill every other person. At this moment, a bullet passed over his head with a whistle, and he felt a burning sensation like being burned by a red stove hook. A large gash was opened in his scalp by the bullet. With severe pain, blood immediately flowed down, covering one eye. The big man reluctantly wiped the blood from his face. Seeing Xiao Wuzi's searchlight being blown up by a grenade, he roared angrily and fired two shots to kill the two Japanese grenadiers.
The big men who can survive on the battlefield with hot weapons are all those with great luck, because if you have a gun, who will you aim at first when there are many people on the battlefield? The answer is the best one to hit, whoever is bigger will be the first target. So after a battle, there were not many big ones left.
The results of their efforts were finally in vain. Wang Jiaxiao and Hou Zhanshan killed the sentries and opened the gate of the prisoner of war camp. The prisoners of war roared out and rushed out. Some picked up the guns prepared for them and fired at the Japanese, and some were unarmed. Roaring and charging towards the enemy formation. Many people were knocked down after just two steps, but they still rushed forward without hesitation.
People from both sides rushed out of the house almost at the same time. In this narrow yard, about a hundred people from both sides began the most brutal physical fight. Various weapons were waved up and down, and both sides in the melee fight struggled to pierce each other's body with their weapons, or dig out each other's eyes, or bite each other's neck. Scenes of dying together can be seen everywhere. The guns of both sides temporarily stopped firing at each other. Between heaven and earth, only the cruel and ferocious cries of these desperate warriors could be heard, echoing in the morning light stained red with blood.
Lao Haishan also rushed over. During the hand-to-hand fight, the power of the box cannon was maximized, and the gun shot him in the head.
Wang Jiaxiao had already rushed to the enemy's door. He was shot in the right arm. The bones may have been broken. He almost fainted from the pain. A kid jumped towards him. He grabbed the kid's shoulder with his left hand and bit his throat. A large piece of flesh was missing from the Japs neck, and blood spurted out of Lao Gao.
Hou Zhanshan's bayonet was covered with blood and he couldn't hold it. At this time, a sharp pain in his abdomen told him that he had been stabbed, and that the knife was stirring sideways. Hou Zhanshan released his bayonet, hugged the Japanese who stabbed him with both hands, and fired the grenade on his waist. With a bang, several people around him were overturned by the explosion.
Zhang Guorui was the company commander of the Jizhong Military Region of the Eighth Route Army. He was injured on the battlefield and captured. They were detained at the Baoding Training Center for half a year and were escorted to the Jiaohe Coal Mine after the New Year.
As soon as he got here, he knew he had to find a way to escape, otherwise these people would end up dead. There is absolutely no room for remission.
Half of the more than 120 people were Eighth Route Army soldiers, some were from the Kuomintang, and some were from local armed forces. The Japanese knew their identities and deliberately broke up the arrangement.
He went to discuss it with Yang Baoqing, the leader of prisoners of war of the Central Army. The two planned to stage a collective riot during work hours one day. It is better to risk your life to fight for the chance and run as far as you can, than to wait to die here.
Coincidentally, someone found him underground yesterday, namely Wang Jiaxiao. As soon as Wang Jiaxiao told him the plan, Zhang Guorui decided to do it at that time. There are still people to help, which greatly increases the possibility of escape.
After dinner in the evening, someone sent him a message to take action at five or six o'clock tomorrow morning before dawn.
The prisoners of war gathered their strength by word of mouth, waiting for the fateful battle.
Before dawn, Zhang Guorui heard the sound of someone falling to the ground, and then the door was opened, and cold air poured in. Everyone was in high spirits. Zhang Guorui took the lead and rushed out. He saw the guns on the ground, grabbed one and aimed it at the Japanese barracks. Some of the soldiers behind picked up guns and some picked up bayonets. There are also some sickles, axes and the like. I don’t know where Wang Jiaxiao and the others got them.
Suddenly someone from the Japanese side discovered it and fired the first shot. Zhang Guorui and Yang Baoqing both fired immediately to seal the little devil's door.
But the Japanese still rushed out, and the two sides started shooting at each other. There was a big man in the room, and his marksmanship was surprisingly accurate. The Japanese machine gun only fired once and knocked down three or four people here. The remaining Japanese machine guns never fired again.
There is a wooden high platform in the corner of the yard, where searchlights are placed, and there is also a machine gun there. The machine gun fired, but it was the Japanese who were hit. Then it was hit by a grenade.
Zhang Guoruiping rushed forward with his gun, and his comrades rushed out and rushed towards the enemy. It is necessary to fight hand-to-hand in order to take advantage of one's own number of people and cover up the shortcomings of insufficient weapons.
The Japanese also screamed and rushed over, and when they met the Japanese with their guns, they stabbed him. Zhang Guorui was a master of stabbing, and he stabbed with his gun. There was no bayonet on his gun, but he still stabbed the Japanese in the chest with the barrel.
Xiaowuzi woke up and got out from under the broken roof. Although his cotton-padded clothes were blown to pieces, he didn't seem to be injured. He was just knocked unconscious.
Looking down, the sight he saw was something he would never forget: a battlefield of flesh and blood, a bright red land, pale snow, bright red blood, and limbs lying in a mess, emitting green smoke.
It was no longer possible to tell who was the prisoner of war and who was the Japanese. The few living people were struggling to get up.
The surviving prisoners of war began to look for the Japanese who were still alive on the ground. As long as they saw anyone moving, they would kill them with a knife or a shot.
After a battle, the casualties between the enemy and ourselves were actually 1:1. A Japanese team of about 60 people was wiped out. As for the prisoners of war, who were hungry, cold and lacked weapons, they had no strength at all and relied on their blood. Sixty or seventy people were also killed. Most of the more than fifty people alive were wounded. This was the result of Lao Haishan, Xiao Wuzi and others taking out the searchlights and machine guns at high altitudes in advance. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.
Wang Jiaxiao survived. Although he was covered in blood and had a broken arm, he did not dare to rest. When he saw Lao Haishan and the big man coming over, he pointed to a building in the back and told them in a hoarse voice that there were still Japanese who had not come out.
Lao Haishan and Zhang Guorui Yang Baoqing met.
No one is polite on the battlefield. I heard that Lao Haishan was the leader of the Anti-Union League. The two immediately decided to follow Lao Haishan's command, and everyone began to clean up the battlefield. The little boy came down and walked with the big man to the mine director's office. The big man raised his hand and fired a shot at the window, shouting: "Come out, don't come out again to throw grenades."
At this time, three Japanese people came out with white flags. The old one was the mine director, and the two younger ones should be the mine's technical staff.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Wuzi turned around and glanced at Lao Haishan, but Lao Haishan deliberately turned his face away from here.
The young man and the big man raised their guns and started shooting. There were three gunshots, and the three of them fell down in the snow without even making a sound.
Prisoners are a useless encumbrance to these people, worse than nothing.
