..."Brigade, I heard that the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army conducted an ambush in Dafengzhuang not long ago.
A tank squadron and a cavalry squadron of the Little Japanese were almost wiped out, and the casualties in Dafengzhuang were quite heavy.
It is said that only a few dozen cavalrymen and one tank escaped. "
"According to the Eighth Route Army's inertia, no one can say whether they will continue to ambush at the same location."
"We will be roasted on the fire this time. If we rush to Dafengzhuang, we will fall into the trap originally set by the Eighth Route Army for the Japanese."
"How can brothers live?"
While being monitored by the Japanese army and leading the team forward, adjutant Wang Dacong whispered in Yan Sanfu's ear.
Yan Sanfu was also in a state of confusion at the moment, and said helplessly: "The devils are pressing hard, what can I do?
This time we are fighting under the nose of the little Japs. If we dare to be clever again, the Japs will even dare to shoot me on the spot! "
Yan Sanfu is also a sensible person:
"The kid clearly wants to use us as cannon fodder this time. I guess it was the last time we deliberately discharged our guns, pretended to be injured, and made fake corpses, which aroused the kid's suspicion.
If we have any leverage this time, it will fall into the hands of the little devil.
I’m afraid the days ahead will be difficult! "
"Master, do you guys really want to fight with the Independent Group this time?" Wang Dacong asked hesitantly.
Yan Sanfu glanced at the kid not far behind him with his peripheral vision, glared at Wang Dacong, and cursed in a low voice:
"What the hell, the Eighth Route Army of the Independent Regiment are a bunch of lunatics who kill people without batting an eyelid.
How many of us dare to fight with them?
Let’s not talk about whether Kong Jie will settle the score. If we fight to the death, the casualties among our brothers will definitely be high.
We brothers are just following the Japs to make ends meet.
With just a few bucks every month, what kind of fate are you playing with? "
Yan Sanfu's words touched Wang Dacong's heart. Wang Dacong immediately echoed: "You are a wise traveler. It is a blessing for our brothers to meet someone like you who cares about the lives of our brothers!"
After flattering him, he rolled his eyes, and his great wisdom came to his mind again:
"Tourist, I have an idea."
"explain!"
"Master, this is what I think. The Japanese suspected that we were unfavorable in the last battle, and this time they even want to use us as cannon fodder to attack the front line.
If we retreat in the face of battle, it will definitely not work. The devil's gun is pointed at the back of our heads!
So, we definitely have to fight. Not only do we have to fight, but we also have to show momentum and fight hard.
At least our commanders, including you, must show this momentum. "
Yan Sanfu was stunned for a moment, then cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, aren't you still letting me fight with the Independence Group?"
Wang Dacong said: "Master, you are worrying too much.
Don’t you know how brave we are?
No matter how hard we officers press, how loud we scream, or how desperate we are to look upon death, we brothers are afraid of death, and those who should shrink their heads will still shrink their heads.
As time goes by, with our fighting strength, the Japanese want to encircle the Eighth Route Army again. They will definitely not be able to watch the Eighth Route Army calmly withdraw under our attack.
When the time comes, the Japanese can't stand it any longer, they will definitely make up for it and replace us. If the little Japanese wants to make up for themselves, then we can't blame them! "
After hearing this, Yan Sanfu suddenly realized. He patted Wang Dacong on the shoulder with admiration: "I said you are very smart, but you are so clever!"
…
As the Japanese and puppet troops continued to advance.
By about 6:20 in the morning, the Japanese and puppet troops on both wings had basically reached the outermost area of Dafengzhuang.
At this time, the straight-line distance between the Japanese army and the Eighth Route Army was less than three kilometers.
Soon after, the roar of Japanese aircraft engines rang out in the air.
Two Japanese reconnaissance planes roared back and forth over Dafengzhuang for reconnaissance.
Inside Dafeng Village.
Lei Dasheng, commander of the First Battalion of the Independent Regiment, held up his telescope and looked up at the Japanese planes circling back and forth in the sky.
"Looking at the model and the sound, it's a reconnaissance plane for the Japs.
It seems that this Japanese is also worried that we will set up an ambush in Dafeng Village in advance, so he came here in advance to investigate. "
"Signal Corps, tell the comrades in the Literature and Art Department that the drama will continue, the singing will continue, and the dancing will continue, just to make this stupid little devil believe that our victims and troops are still in Dafengzhuang!"
"Yes!" the signal soldier responded and left to convey the order.
"First company commander, I said these scarecrows we put up won't let the little devils notice the flaws, right?" Lei Dasheng, who put down the binoculars, turned around and asked again.
The first company commander smiled and said: "Batalion Commander, just keep your heart in your stomach!
Just these scarecrows we put up, there are benches placed under the scarecrows, like living people sitting on the benches, and they are dressed in common people's clothes, some wearing hats, and some wearing turbans.
The Japanese planes were also afraid of our hidden anti-aircraft firepower and did not dare to conduct low-altitude reconnaissance. They would definitely not be able to see any flaws. "
Lei Dasheng smiled and nodded, and said with emotion:
“If you want to talk about good brains, you have to be the leader of our regiment.
This casual scarecrow can still deceive the little devil into lameness. "
"Who says it's not the case!" the company commander said with a smile.
It turned out that Kong Jie had made preparations in advance for possible aircraft reconnaissance by the Japanese army at any time.
The soldiers planted a large number of scarecrows at night, and after moving all the people watching the theater at night, they used these scarecrows dressed in ordinary people's clothes to disguise the people watching the theater.
Japanese reconnaissance planes roared past several times.
The Japanese scouts on the reconnaissance plane held up their binoculars and looked at the area of Dafengzhuang.
The cadres of the Ministry of Literature and Art who were singing on the stage and wearing the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army were still writhing. Under the stage, the long benches were almost filled with ordinary people.
After such investigation, the little devil no longer had any doubts.
They used planes for reconnaissance to confirm for the advancing Yamauchi and Kawakami regiments that the people in Dafeng Village were still there, and not that the Eighth Route Army had set a trap here in advance.
Of course, according to Shinozuka Yoshio's plan, Kong Jie was the most cunning person. Even if the people of Dafengzhuang showed no signs of evacuating, this surprise attack and sweep could not go straight to Dafengzhuang.
Instead, they used a pincer-shaped offensive from the left and right wings to sweep away the entire area including Dafeng Village at once.
The news reached the Yamauchi and Kawakami wing headquarters.
Lao Guizi Yamauchi and Kawakami successively issued orders to continue the march.
It was around 6:40 in the morning.
The reconnaissance troops of both sides launched the first wave of confrontation in the mountains and forests northwest and northeast of Dafengzhuang.
After a confrontation, there were casualties on both sides.
Then, the reconnaissance force's first confrontation seemed to be the beginning of the Dafengzhuang battle.
As the Yamauchi and Kawakami regiments advanced, they began to be constantly blocked by Eighth Route Army troops along the way.
The puppet troops of the Eighth Mixed Brigade, who were on the front line for the little Japanese, were the first to suffer. They were raided by local and militia forces, and casualties spread rapidly.
Yan Sanfu, commander of the 8th Mixed Brigade, who was at the temporary command post behind the puppet army, held up a command sword personally gifted to him by Yoshio Shinozuka, and roared out orders again and again:
"Inform the troops at the front and give me a hard beating. This group of ambushes must be eliminated without leaving any one behind."
"If anyone dares to escape and retreat, I will be the first to shoot him!"
"kill--"
Speaking of excitement, Yan Sanfu even shouted to his adjutant Wang Dacong: "You are so smart, the Taijun trusts us. Our Eighth Mixed Brigade must ask him to show off to the Taijun.
Notify the guard camp, bring enough equipment and weapons, and follow me to kill together! "
"..."
Wang Dacong was speechless for a while.
In my heart, I even murmured: You are just pretending to be a costume, you are making it too realistic.
Yan Sanfu, who was "entering the scene", looked as if he was ready to die. After quickly gathering the guard battalion team, he personally held a machine gun in his belly and called on everyone to rush towards the combat area.
This scene actually made several Japanese officers who were supervising the army look stunned.
It shouldn’t be!
When did Yan Sanfu, an old cunning guy, become so brave?
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