At the Shenxianling Headquarters, Gao Wancheng handed a newly received telegram to Chu Xiong with unconcealable excitement on his face. It seemed to be good news.
"Old Chu, Shitou called. They took away the Japs' airport in Zezhou and blew up more than 40 aircraft of various types. They blew up all the fuel and aerial bombs in the airport. No wonder no Japs' planes have come over these days. Shit!"
Chu Xiong quickly took the telegram and read it quickly. In the telegram, Shitou mentioned the encounter with Japanese special forces. The Japs who could bring a lot of casualties to the Tigers were not a good thing.
"Lao Gao, inform the troops at Houshanya to be more vigilant to prevent the infiltration of small groups of Japanese troops. Those who catch eagles all day long should not let the eagles peck their eyes;
Inform the South China Tiger Squad to go directly to the back mountain and lurk. To deal with the Japanese special forces, you have to use your own special forces! "
Gao Wancheng nodded after hearing this. The old camp was too important to the Independent Regiment, and was even of great help to the entire Eighth Route Army. If he could not defend the old camp, he would be dishonest of his trust in the organization.
"Old Chu, the devils are always surrounding you. What do you think they are holding back?"
Gao Wancheng still couldn't help but ask Chu Xiong. He was not afraid of being surrounded by the Japanese. The old camp had stored a large amount of food and drinking water, and there was plenty of ammunition. Even if they were surrounded for half a year, it would be fine. He was a little worried about the outside world. Ordinary people will be hungry after a long time.
"Old Gao, what good shit can the Japs hold back? The Japs are not you, Lao Gao, and they won't know that the old camp is not short of food. They have bad intentions to surround us!
In addition, they will send a large number of troops to each village to sweep away the enemy. The old Japanese are not idle. They are trying to isolate our Eighth Route Army from the masses, and then defeat them one by one! "
Gao Wancheng thought about it carefully and said anxiously:
"Old Chu, we can't keep following the rhythm of the Japanese. We have to find trouble for the Japanese. It's not a good idea to just be beaten all the time."
"Lao Gao, don't worry, this is just the beginning. We have to believe in our armed workers and militia. The Japanese will not be able to hold on. Calculate how much food they consume in the base area in a day. There are tens of thousands of people. People eat horse chews. Yes, at least 20,000 kilograms of grain a day, so many mouths will make the little devil cry!"
"You're right to remind me. It's time to put some eye drops on the Japanese. It's not my Chuxiong style to just get beaten. Send a telegram to the First, Second, and Third Battalions and ask them to surround Anping City. If you have the chance, Fight it down, and gather around for reinforcements if you don't have a chance!
Under the unified command of First Battalion Commander Li Qing;
The fourth battalion and the guerrilla brigade also moved and wiped out the squadron that had been staying at Qinglong Mountain! "
When Gao Wancheng heard that Chu Xiong was finally going to take action against the Japanese, he excitedly waved his fist and went to find Zhao Pan'er.
As a political commissar, he is full of violent tendencies. This is not good!
"This old Gao likes to run to Zhao Pan'er all day long. Doesn't he have any ideas?"
If Gao Wancheng knew that Chu Xiong planned him in this way, he would definitely be in a hurry with Chu Xiong!
After Gao Wancheng arrived at the telecommunications room, he asked Zhao Pan'er to send telegrams to each battalion. Seeing that Zhao Pan'er seemed to have lost some weight, he said with concern:
"Section Chief Zhao, you should pay attention to your rest. You look like you have lost a lot of weight;
You Communications Section members are all treasures in the base area. I have exhausted you. Captain Chu wants to blame me, the political commissar in charge of daily life, for not caring enough about you! "
"In this way, the party committee has decided to give you girls a special egg every day to supplement your nutrition!"
As soon as Gao Wancheng finished speaking, the telecommunications room burst into applause.
"Thank you, commissar!"
"The political commissar is so nice..."
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Deep in Taihang, on an unknown slope, the third battalion ambush position
Since the Third Battalion broke out of the Japanese blockade and guarded a Japanese transportation line, their life was very comfortable;
Raise a gun tower today, ambush a few baggage trains tomorrow, fight if you win, and leave if you can't;
Ten Japs are not too few for him, and a hundred Japs are not too many for him. If there are more than 150 Japs, Battalion Commander Lin will turn around and leave!
This is not targeting a Japanese transport team again...
"Battal Commander, three transport trucks, dozens of Japanese soldiers, and a company of puppet troops, do you want to fight?"
Second company commander Song Haitao quietly asked Lin Xiaofeng for instructions.
"Old Song, why don't you eat the meat that reaches your mouth? It's just a small team of devils, let's kill him!"
"Okay, battalion commander, just look at our second company. We'll have enough canned beef for the night!"
After Song Haitao finished speaking, he went to give instructions to his comrades. Every time he planned an ambush, he would explain them one by one as time allowed.
"Comrades, hide! Listen to my gunfire!"
"Comrades, be careful, the battalion commander is watching!"
"Comrades..."
Seeing Song Haitao giving instructions one by one, Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but smile;
This old Song Dynasty came all the way from Hubei, Henan and Anhui, and he never tired of setting up ambushes. Grassroots cadres needed such a mother-in-law.
Ten minutes later, three trucks rumbled in, followed by hundreds of puppet troops;
Half of the Japanese were riding in cars and half were following the puppet troops. Judging from the number of people, they should be a small group. A small group of puppet troops could escort a lot of supplies.
"Ta-ta-ta!"
"Ta-ta-ta!"
The Japanese machine gun mounted on the front of the car would sweep a shuttle from time to time to conduct a fire reconnaissance.
The convoy soon entered the ambush circle of the Second Company. Song Haitao decisively fired the order, and dozens of grenades flew out, immediately blowing up the leading truck.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Ta-ta-ta..."
Bullets and grenades were thrown at the Japs like a violent storm, knocking down most of them in an instant;
Other Japanese soldiers looked for cover and fought back on the spot.
That company of puppet soldiers exploded a few grenades and immediately let go. They were just making a living, how could they be expected to fight for the Japanese?
"Ta-ta-ta..."
The number of Japs is constantly decreasing, and their counterattacks have also caused certain casualties to the Second Company. These Japs are in dire straits, and they are still stubborn!
"Comrades, come after me!"
Song Haitao shouted, and rushed out with a Sanba Gai. There were only a dozen Japs, and he didn't have time to chat with them.
The second company rushed down the hillside according to the skirmish line of the three-by-three system. They were in groups of three, with two charging in front and one covering behind.
The remaining dozen or so Japs were quickly divided and surrounded...
"Bagaya road!"
The Japs squad leader drew his command knife and was about to find someone to challenge him. Song Haitao was caught up and shot to death with one shot. He died with his eyes staring, probably because he was dead.
"What are you doing standing still? Clean the battlefield quickly! Capture the puppet prisoners!"
Song Haitao usually talks like a mother-in-law and is not sloppy in fighting. If he can solve it with a gun, he will never use a knife, and he will not allow the second company to use a knife.
"Surf the gun and don't kill!"
"Grandpa Eighth Road wants his life. We are all Chinese. Please spare your life!"
This battle was a standard ambush battle. More than 200 people from a main company ambushed a small group of Japanese soldiers. It was done calculatedly and unintentionally, and there was no suspense.
The battle ended in ten minutes, with 57 Japanese soldiers annihilated, 87 puppet soldiers captured, and 11 casualties from the Second Company;
Two trucks of heavy supplies were seized, including 10 boxes of 81mm mortar shells, more than 50 boxes of 6.5mm bullets, more than 30 boxes of grenades, more than 60 boxes of canned beef, and more than 50 packages of white flour;
In addition, a squad's standard equipment and a company's national weapons were also seized.
"Battal Commander, urgent call!"
A correspondent hurried over on horseback and handed Lin Xiaofeng a message.
After Lin Xiaofeng read ten lines at a glance, he said to Song Haitao on the side:
"Blow the assembly call and inform the troops to bring only the captured weapons and equipment, let the puppet troops carry them together, and return to the battalion headquarters to assemble!"
A minute later, the assembly call sounded...
Five minutes later, the Second Company took the captured weapons and equipment, escorted the captured puppet troops, and ran back to Yangcun, where the battalion headquarters was located. A new combat mission was waiting for them.
