"Battal Commander, there is something going on at the Chenji stronghold you asked us to monitor!" the reconnaissance squad leader reported while panting, obviously he had traveled a lot just now.
"An hour ago, the Japanese and puppet troops there suddenly abandoned their stronghold and marched towards the county seat. Except for some necessary weapons and ammunition, all other materials were blown up. They were marching very fast!"
Deng Jingye couldn't sit still after hearing this. He didn't expect that the Japanese and puppet troops actually ordered a strong man to cut off his wrist at the last moment of the battle. He quickly spread out the map and analyzed: "The Japanese troops in Wangdu County already know about our existence and want to stop the losses temporarily!"
"Abandoning the stronghold and shrinking the troops to Wangdu County can not only protect the county, but also prevent their limited forces from being defeated by us one by one, killing two birds with one stone!"
"Give me an order: The troops will stop resting immediately, bring all their weapons and equipment, and set off in five minutes..."
The fourth company commander Wen Xun ran over and asked nervously: "Battalion Commander, you don't want to lead us to ambush the Japanese and puppet troops returning to the city now, do you?"
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Deng Jingye pointed to the map and analyzed: "Chenji's stronghold is very far away from the county seat!"
"We are stuck between the Chenji stronghold and the county seat. If the troops set off now, there is at least an 80% chance of intercepting them!"
"Conquering Wangdu County is our ultimate goal!"
"The more Japanese and puppet troops there are in the city, the more difficult it will be for us to conquer Wangdu County!"
"So we must do everything we can to stop these devils outside the city, gather them together and annihilate them!"
"But it's daytime now..." The fourth company commander also wanted to fight, but when he thought of the various dangers he might face fighting the Japanese during the day, he instantly felt guilty, fearing that the battalion commander would be impulsive and give orders rashly to let the troops If you are in danger, be warned immediately.
Deng Jingye shook his head: "What happened during the day? As long as you use your tactics well, you can fight the Japanese during the day!"
"As the old saying goes: starve the timid to death and starve the bold to death!"
"As long as we move fast enough, even if the Japanese and puppet troops temporarily call for air support, we won't be able to make it in time!"
"Besides, there are only more than 200 Japanese and puppet troops in the Chenji stronghold. It is impossible to dispatch radios with this small number of troops... Even if they are attacked, they have no chance to send out a telegram for help and can only wait to die!"
On the road ten kilometers north of Wangdu County, more than two hundred Japanese and puppet troops, carrying heavy machine guns and mortars, and dragging seven or eight large trucks loaded with ammunition, headed towards the county in a mighty manner.
In the Bao Valley one kilometer ahead, more than a hundred soldiers from the Fourth Company were gasping for air. Deng Jingye was squatting on the edge of the Bao Valley, holding a telescope to observe the road.
"Battal Commander, the Japanese and puppet troops have just arrived one kilometer away! If we go out now, we can just collide with them!" the fourth company commander reminded, holding up the box cannon.
"The artillery battery set up all six mortars and pointed them at the road!" Deng Jingye was not the kind of person who liked to talk nonsense. He put down his binoculars and started giving orders.
At the same time, he replaced the box cannon in his hand with a crooked handle, stared at the road and continued to order: "Everyone else comes face to face with me to attack the little devil!"
"Submachine guns and light machine guns started the battle, riflemen followed closely, and grenade launchers dominated the formation..."
"The artillery is ready to fire... fire as soon as the two sides exchange fire... bomb wherever there are many Japanese and puppet troops... They must not be allowed to gather together!"
"Comrades, all come against me..."
Deng Jingye and more than a hundred people had just rushed out 200 meters when a kid walking on the road noticed their presence.
The troops didn't fire a single shot, and didn't even see the shadow of the enemy. They abandoned their stronghold like a bereaved dog. Only an individual would get angry.
The squadron leader was no exception. He had been holding back his anger since he evacuated the stronghold.
Facing the sudden appearance of the Eighth Route Army in front of him, he not only was not worried, but looked forward to it, thinking that this was a challenge from the great god to bless him.
Knowing that he had been wronged at the stronghold, he specially recruited more than a hundred Eighth Route Army troops to compensate him.
He has more than a hundred Japanese in his hands and is well-equipped.
As usual, it would be no problem to surprise two to three times the Eighth Route Army on the field battlefield.
Destroy the enemies in front of you with ease!
With almost no hesitation, he pulled out the bastard box and waved his order forward: "Imperial Association Army, the first and second squads, come up with me and annihilate the Eighth Route Army in front..."
"Da da da……"
Deng Jingye took the initiative and suddenly opened fire when he was still nearly 300 meters away from the Japanese.
The six mortars were his biggest weapon in inflicting heavy losses on the Japanese. If the distance between the enemy and us was too close, with the skills of the artillery company's gunners, one of our own would definitely be accidentally injured.
Fired from a distance of 300 meters, six mortars can fire six or seven rounds of shells before the distance between the two sides shortens to 100 meters.
Forty-five dozen artillery shells hit them, even if the hit rate is only 30 to 40%, the Japanese and puppet troops rushing towards them will kill and injure dozens of people.
If you are lucky enough and a shell hits the little Japanese, maybe the Japanese and puppet troops will be bombed until they make contact and lose their combat effectiveness.
The Japanese squadron leader did not know that Deng Jingye hid his strength.
When he saw his opponent was still more than 300 meters away and fired, a sarcastic sneer immediately appeared on his face, thinking that his opponent was nothing more than that.
Although the effective range of a light machine gun is much more than 300 meters, because people's field of vision is limited and they shoot while moving, it is good to be able to hit a target of more than 100 meters.
The Eighth Route Army on the opposite side opened fire at a position more than 300 meters away, indicating that they did not know how to fight at all, or were too timid and fired in panic...
No matter what the situation is, it means that the opponent's combat power is far lower than oneself imagine. When the two sides really fight, oneself can end the battle with the minimum cost.
He raised the tortoise box and shouted again: "Warriors... The Eighth Route Army's combat effectiveness is very poor. We can capture them in one assault. Kill them... boom boom boom..."
As a result, before he finished shouting, the sound of shell explosions rang in his ears, and when he turned around, he saw a dozen of his subordinates being blown over.
Some people did not die on the spot. The wounds caused by the shell fragments were like floods bursting out of the embankments, bleeding continuously, and heart-wrenching screams came from their mouths. It could be as miserable as it was.
The squadron leader was confused. The scene in front of him was beyond his expectation.
More than a hundred Eighth Route Army troops were actually equipped with six mortars, which meant that they had greatly underestimated the strength of their opponents.
They fired more than 300 meters away not because they were afraid, nor because their combat effectiveness was low, but because they were providing the artillery with a firing signal.
"Boom boom boom..."
The mortar fire rate was very fast. Before the squadron leader could react from the shock, the second round of shells had already fallen.
The splashing fire once again claimed the lives of a dozen subordinates.
The squadron leader quickly accelerated the assault speed, shouting as he ran: "Rush faster... As long as we fight with the Eighth Route Army, their artillery shells will be ineffective, and we can use our best bayonets to destroy them and intercept the battle... …Kill to give…”
