Huang Yu snorted and replied: "You are too petty. You are satisfied with just a hundred little devils!"
"Tonight we have to kill at least four hundred little devils to end the battle!"
"The Japanese army assembled a reinforced squadron and three companies of Japanese soldiers to surround South Korea Village. They also stationed an infantry squadron and a company of Japanese soldiers on the blocking position we abandoned!"
"We must wipe out all these Japanese and puppet troops tonight before we can end the battle!"
"In addition to you, two artillery companies and two companies reinforced by the main regiment will also participate in the battle!"
The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the howling northwest wind was everywhere on the battlefield outside the village, which was extremely cold on people.
Even the little devils who are famous for their well-trained training can't stand guard against the cold wind all the time, let alone the puppet soldiers.
It was just past twelve o'clock, and there were only a handful of unlucky ones left in the blocking position who were still on guard. The other puppet troops all huddled in the trenches to take shelter from the wind and keep warm.
By one o'clock in the morning, the few warning posts could no longer hold up.
He retracted most of his body into the trench and only exposed his head to observe the surroundings. All he could hear were the snoring of his comrades and the Japanese.
Sleeping is contagious, especially when a person is very tired. After a while, these sentinels begin to fight with their double eyelids and become more and more confused.
About thirty-five meters away from the second trench, the ground suddenly moved. It was as if a bottomless pit appeared under the ground. The soil continued to disappear, and finally a large hole was exposed.
A soldier slowly poked his head out, made sure there was no danger around him, climbed out, crawled forward, and slowly stopped five or six meters away.
He put the rifle aside, took out the grenade, and stared quietly at the trench ahead.
A few seconds later, the second soldier poked his head out of the hole, crawled to the other direction using the same method, took out a grenade, and waited quietly for the moment of attack.
On the blocking position, there were at least thirty tunnel entrances and exits between the trenches, and five soldiers came out of each entrance, adding up to one hundred and fifty people.
Directly west of the village in South Korea, facing the blocking position of the Japanese and puppet troops, more than a hundred Japanese and puppet troops were sleeping soundly behind bunkers made of sandbags. Only five or six puppet troops were holding on to the constant sleepiness and staring at the village. , to prevent the Eighth Route Army from breaking out!
As for their backs, no one would think that the Eighth Route Army would have a chance to appear behind them.
Not only was there no one on guard, there was not even a sandbag bunker to block bullets.
If the Eighth Route Army appeared behind them, the backs of more than a hundred Japanese and puppet troops would be exposed to the muzzle of the gun, and they would die without knowing how.
What the Japanese army thought was impossible might not be something that the Eighth Route Army could not do.
Moreover, what their opponent Huang Yu likes to do most is to make surprising moves.
There is a tunnel leading to the outside in every direction of the village. In order to ensure that the tunnel does not lack oxygen, there is an entrance and exit leading to the ground every fifty meters.
There is exactly an entrance and exit 40 meters behind the blocking position of the Japanese and puppet troops!
A group of soldiers was sneaking out of the tunnel under the cover of night, lying behind the Japanese and puppet troops, holding grenades in hand, quietly waiting for the moment of attack.
There is also a squad of soldiers hiding in the ruins directly in front of the blocking position, preparing to attract the attention of the Japanese and puppet troops from the front when the battle begins, creating opportunities for the commandos to sneak attack on the Japanese's back.
In the Baogu area more than a thousand meters southwest of the battlefield, nearly thirty mortars, infantry guns, and mountain artillery were divided into six artillery positions, all with black muzzles pointed directly at the Japanese garrison, ready to fire at any time.
In Baogu, about one kilometer away from the Japanese camp, two companies from the main regiment were lurking here motionless, ready to go...
At the Japanese and puppet army station, Takeuchi Zhongzuo has fallen asleep.
Except for the patrols and security posts, the other Japanese and puppet troops were all sitting around the campfire to keep warm, showing no signs of vigilance.
At 1:30 in the morning, three red flares suddenly flew into the sky from the South Korean village and exploded into three dazzling red lights at an altitude of more than 100 meters.
The Eighth Route Army soldiers lurking everywhere quickly pulled off the grenade fuse, held it in their hands for three seconds, and then threw it out with all their strength.
He picked up the second grenade, pulled the string, and continued throwing it...
Grab the third grenade, pull the string again, and throw it out with all your strength...
Then he picked up the rifle and climbed up from the ground, desperately rushing towards the blocking position near Chichi...
More than 500 grenades flew towards the three trenches occupied by the Japanese in just ten seconds. They were still thrown at close range, with a hit rate of more than 40%, which was equivalent to sixty or seventy grenades in each trench.
All the Japanese and puppet troops hid in the trenches and slept. Many Japanese and puppet troops did not wake up until grenades exploded around them.
To put it another way, even if they woke up from their sleep, they would still have no way to hide from the grenades exploding at close range.
Before the explosion was over, the Eighth Route Army had already rushed to the edge of the trench with rifle guns drawn.
No matter whether the Japanese and puppet troops in the trenches are still angry or not, as long as they don't raise their hands to surrender, they all need to add a bullet.
The most ruthless ones were the machine gunners who used their machine guns as submachine guns. They kept pulling the triggers and shooting wherever the Japanese were.
Many machine gunners lamented after the battle that tonight's battle was the most enjoyable battle they had ever fought as soldiers.
It was like a unilateral massacre. The Japanese and puppet troops had no ability to resist. They killed two to three hundred Japanese and puppet troops in one attack.
Directly west of South Korea Village, the Japanese and puppet troops guarding here clearly saw the signal flare fired by Huang Yu.
As if on conditioned reflex, each of them raised his machine gun and popped his head out from behind the bunker. He stared at the village cautiously, ready to pull the trigger at any time.
"Da da da……"
A string of machine gun fire suddenly sounded in the middle of a pile of ruins at the entrance of the village. Several Eighth Route Army figures appeared at the same time and disappeared from the sight of the Japanese and puppet troops.
"Dongdongdong...ta da da..."
The Japanese's light and heavy machine guns set up behind the bunker immediately opened fire, staring at the figures that had just emerged and shooting in an attempt to eliminate all the Eighth Route Army troops who wanted to rush out of the village and block them in the village.
Not to be outdone, the Japanese and puppet riflemen pulled the trigger on the suspicious targets they saw.
All kinds of bullets flew towards the entrance of the village as if they were free of charge, making the nearby Eighth Route Army soldiers curse in their hearts.
In their eyes, the bullets on the Japs are already their trophies. The more bullets they shoot out, the less they will capture when the battle is over.
Just when all the Japanese and puppet troops were staring at the village entrance, the commandos lurking behind them took action.
Pull the string, hold the grenade in your hand for three seconds, and throw it hard towards the place where the Japanese and puppet soldiers are in front of you...
After throwing the grenade, he grabbed the automatic machine gun, pointed it at the back of the Japanese and puppet soldiers and opened fire...
But they didn't kill everyone. Most of the bullets were concentrated on the Japanese. The grenades just thrown were similar. Only a small part of the bullets were concentrated on the puppet army officers. The ordinary puppet soldiers had no one to care about them...
A sudden fire attack killed sixty or seventy Japs, and more than half were casualties. Adding in those killed and injured by grenades, there were at most twenty Japs left in front of us.
The commandos got up from the ground without hesitation, charging and shooting at the same time, shouting loudly: "All the little devils have been killed. If you don't kill them if you surrender your guns... you are surrounded..."
At the Japanese and puppet army station, the sudden appearance of signal flares woke up most of the Japanese and puppet troops here.
He subconsciously grabbed the rifle, but before he could react, a violent explosion sounded in the blocking position.
Looking up, I saw that the place had been blown into a sea of fire.
Takeuchi Zhongzuo rushed out of the tent and saw the scene of the blocking position being attacked. He was shocked, opened his mouth and began to give orders: "Hurry up and reinforce the blocking position, and repel the Eighth Route Army's sneak attack force..."
"The artillery troops will be ready to fire immediately... When they find the main force of the Eighth Route Army, they will fire without asking me for instructions... Wuwuwu... boom boom boom..."
Before the order could be finished, the screaming mountain artillery shells smashed into the station, the fire splashed, and several soldiers were blown away in the explosion...
"Rumble..."
A series of denser explosions followed, and twenty or thirty fireballs of various sizes instantly rose more than a hundred meters ahead. At least a hundred subordinates were covered by artillery fire, and their lives and deaths were uncertain.
Takeuchi was stunned. He didn't expect that his opponent would have so many artillery pieces, and they would explode right at his base.
"Protect the Chief of Staff and move quickly, it's too dangerous here..." The exclamations from his subordinates brought him back to reality, and two guards rushed towards him at the same time.
Takeuchi Nakazuo threw away the guard holding his hands and ordered: "Go away, I can walk by myself, I don't need your support...this little gunfire can't scare me..."
"The artillery will counterattack immediately. You must destroy the Eighth Route Army artillery unit for me, otherwise they can raid us from a distance at any time and kill our troops like they are now!"
