Neither side used grenades. The Eighth Route Army side was in the village and it was dark at night, and they were afraid that the grenades would bounce off the wall and accidentally injure their own people.
The enemy side had no time to take out the grenades because of the sudden incident.
The pocket array was deployed very cleverly. Five submachine guns and several box guns formed a crossfire. As soon as the battle started, seven or eight Japanese soldiers in the middle were knocked down. Then, the firepower was extended to knock out the puppet soldiers behind. Also lay down one piece.
In the dark night, the flashes of fire from the enemy's counterattack were very obvious.
This gives these people who are good at marksmanship more room to display their skills.
In the darkness, as long as there is a flash of fire, it will inevitably be hit. In the end, the puppet soldiers did not dare to shoot anymore.
Bang bang bang bang, Xiaowuzi switched back to the single-shot mode in time, and fired a shot when he saw someone standing in the gunfire.
From the start of the battle to the end of the battle, it took less than ten minutes.
Teacher Wang and Lao Shang gave orders to clean up the battlefield. This job is no less dangerous than fighting.
There was no one standing on the Japanese side. Several of their flashlights fell to the ground and were picked up by Eighth Route Army soldiers. They were shining one after another to replenish the enemy's fire.
Only two soldiers here were scratched by stray bullets, and there were no casualties.
Cleaning the battlefield took longer than the battle, but when the last gasping Japanese was killed by Lao Shang with a bayonet, the battle was completely over.
The Japanese and puppet soldiers who came to grab food did not bring heavy weapons, whether they were crooked weapons or grenades, because they all knew that they were dealing with ordinary people.
Twelve 38-guns, twenty made in Hanyang, some bullets and grenades, the harvest was pretty good. It's just that more than half of their submachine gun bullets have been used, and they can't replenish them for the time being.
Lao Wang ordered a few sentries to be sent out, and the others could sleep for a few hours. After resting, they could go on the road. This was still in enemy-occupied territory and was still full of dangers.
In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines on the treetops in the village, the chirping of sparrows wakes up Xiao Wuzi.
Lao Shang has been here for a few days and still has a certain influence on the hearts of the people. He mobilized the masses and asked the villagers to dig a big hole at the foot of the mountain and bury the naked corpses of the Japanese and puppet soldiers in it.
The villagers had already heard loud gunshots in the middle of the night. The ping-pong-pong sounds of gunfire scared the people away from going out.
In the morning, when I got brave enough to go out and take a look, I found out that this group of Eighth Route Army soldiers had wiped out all the Japanese who entered the village. The people were happily helping these saviors, and no one complained about being tired.
The common people lent them two wheelbarrows, loaded them with extra weapons and equipment, and pushed them away. This wheelbarrow was a good thing. It was more convenient than mules and horses to carry something on this rugged mountain road.
The group left Xiaosong Village, and the villagers reluctantly sent them away.
As soon as we got onto the road, a person stumbled over from the ravine not far away, a young man. His clothes were in tatters and there were a lot of dark red blood stains on them.
Lao Wang and Lao Shang were walking in front, but the young man went straight to Lao Shang, who was wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army, and fell to his knees on the ground. His voice was so hoarse that he could not speak.
Lao Shang asked him not to worry and tell him what was going on.
The young man calmed down for a while and then cried and said: "Ghosts, the devils are here. They massacred Dasong Village yesterday. Everyone in the village is dead! Sir, if you want to avenge us, I will work as a horse for you." I’ll repay you.”
Da Song Village, which is ten miles away, is not far from Xiao Song Village, but they are separated by mountains, so neither village knows what is going on.
Song Chaoyang is the long-term worker of the Song family courtyard, and he and the head of the Song family are members of the same family as the fifth servant. According to seniority, Mr. Song is called uncle.
But he was a rich man, and Song Chaoyang was just a poor man working as a long-term laborer. The eldest and second young masters in the courtyard were supposed to be his brothers, but they didn't regard him as a human being at all.
There was a girl in the Song family named Xiaocui, who was Song Chaoyang's best friend. They were both interested in each other, but they didn't open their mouths.
Unexpectedly, one day, the second young master drank some wine and brought disaster to Xiaocui.
Song Chaoyang wanted to kill this beast in his heart, but he was still working for others, and he was pointing fingers at others for food.
Xiaocui is still holding the rice bowl that was rewarded by others, hey! The tooth was knocked out and he could only swallow it in his stomach.
Today, the Japanese came to the village. More than ten Japanese soldiers and more than thirty security forces came. He went directly to the Song family compound and asked Mr. Song to gather everyone in the village, because Mr. Song also served as the commander of the armor.
The Japanese are not easy to talk to. Mr. Song offered both cigarettes and tea. He refused to eat soft or hard food. He only asked one thing: how much food is there in the village.
In fact, 80% of the food in the village is in the Song family compound, because the land in Song Village belongs to his family, and the people in the village rent his land for farming.
In the courtyard of Dasong Village, the common people were herded together, and those who had not come out were chased out by the security forces.
Mr. Song said: "There has been no rain this spring. It must be a disaster year. There is not much food left from last year. People in the village have no food to eat. They all borrowed it from me. The rest is here." , we also have to eat."
After hearing what the translator said, the Japanese official put a bayonet on Mr. Song's neck and said, "You are not telling the truth."
With a swish of a knife, the blade passed through Mr. Song's neck, and blood spurted out far away. Mr. Song fell down holding his bloody neck.
The villagers screamed in fright, and some closed their eyes, afraid to look at this cruel scene.
The eldest young master and the second young master hurriedly went to help his father, and a spear was thrust into the eldest young master's chin. The Japanese sergeant said again: "Hand over the food, it's yours to live."
The eldest young master was so frightened that he peed and said quickly, trembling all over, "Pay it forward, we all pay it, as long as you don't kill us, it's fine." He immediately took out the barn key from his father's body.
As soon as he handed over the key, he was stabbed in the neck, and the eldest young master also fell down holding his neck.
The second young master was so frightened that he could not stand up. He was crawling away a little bit, with a stream of urine dripping from his trousers.
Then he was shot, knocking him to the ground and never moving again.
Song Chaoyang didn't feel relieved when he saw this scene in the crowd, but instead felt a little angry. These little devils were simply inhuman.
The devils in hell are nothing more than that, right?
The security forces entered the compound, hitched their carriages, and loaded the grains one bag after another. They even loaded a three-trailer carriage.
The people in the village were driven into the newly emptied granary by the Japanese. The security forces found some oil from the compound, including vegetable oil, kerosene, and poured all the oil into it.
The Japanese took a torch and threw it in, and the entire granary suddenly burst into flames.
People rushed out crying and shouting, and some climbed out of the windows, but everyone who came out was shot one by one.
When they drove people into the granary, Song Chaoyang relied on his familiarity with the environment and slipped into a corner of the courtyard without daring to make a sound. He knew that as long as he made a little noise, his life would be handed over to him.
He heard the screams and cries of women in the courtyard, and the ferocious laughter of the beasts.
He knew what those people were doing, and he knew Xiaocui was also in the courtyard, but he was powerless and could only cover his mouth to prevent himself from crying.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Chaoyang wanted to sneak out of the yard quietly. When he passed by the concierge, he saw Xiao Cui.
Xiaocui's clothes were torn into strips and she was being ravaged by two Japanese soldiers.
Song Chaoyang couldn't leave, he couldn't just watch Xiaocui suffer.
He took out an ax next to the stove, sneaked over silently, and used all his strength to strike the ax on the back of the neck of the Japanese who was holding Xiao Cui's hands. The Japanese fell to the ground.
The other Japs saw this and was about to get up, but Xiao Cui grabbed his hands tightly under him, and then hit his head with a sharp ax, again and again, until his head was chopped to pieces, red. Bloody white brains were splashed everywhere.
After Song Chaoyang finished chopping the person, his hands and feet were trembling, his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and he couldn't breathe evenly.
Xiaocui got up and shouted to him: "Brother Chaoyang, run quickly."
Xiao Cui turned around and rushed out, rushing towards the burning barn, crying and shouting crazily as she ran.
Then he was hit by a bullet and fell over.
When the Japs soldiers' attention was attracted by Xiaocui, Song Chaoyang slipped out of the yard, rushed out of the village, and ran into the blood-red dusk.
Song Chaoyang spent a night in the mountains and stumbled to the vicinity of Xiaosong Village. He saw the people in the village sending off these soldiers. He knew that this was the Eighth Route Army. He often heard people say that the Eighth Route Army specializes in fighting Japanese invaders and treats the common people like relatives. The same, never harm the people.
Only then did Song Chaoyang come to Lao Shang, who looked like an official, to cry.
Dasong Village, like Xiaosong Village, is a mountain village some distance away from the main road. Therefore, if you want to get out of the village, you have to go to the main road, or you have to climb over the mountains.
After Lao Wang and Lao Shang asked Song Chaoyang in detail how many Japanese and puppet soldiers there were, they both read each other's thoughts from each other's eyes without saying anything.
So, fifteen Eighth Route Army soldiers once again checked their weapons and equipment and went up the mountain to ambush. They wanted to set up another ambush on the path that the Japanese must pass through and kill these damn beasts who had slaughtered the village.
Xiaowuzi asked Song Chaoyang if he knew how to shoot? Song Chaoyang said that he had only fired foreign cannons loaded with iron sand.
Xiao Wuzi said: "That's OK, as long as you know how to hold fire."
Xiaowuzi gave him a Hanyang made one and asked him if he dared to fight the Japanese? Song Chaoyang hated the Japanese so much that he said to Xiao Wuzi: "Little brother, you tell me, I will listen to you no matter what you do. As long as you help me avenge me, my life will be yours."
Xiao Wuzi smiled: "Why do I want your life? I just want you to fight the Japanese with us."
Sidezi came over and taught Song Chaoyang how to press the bullet, aim, and shoot. He didn't want the limelight to be stolen by Xiaowuzi.
At three o'clock that day, the Japanese appeared. These beasts had slept all night in the village where they had massacred them.
