"Ta-ta-ta-ta..."
"Boom boom boom..."
The Zhang family's breakout was met with fierce sniper fire from the Eighth Route Army. Machine gun bullets and grenades greeted the Zhang family's saltmen as if they were free of charge;
Under the intense firepower of the Eighth Route Army, a large piece of salt poured out, and its body lay on the ground.
In less than five minutes, the Zhang family's first breakout operation ended in failure. Thirty or forty people were killed and wounded. They were so painful from the beating that they hurt each other. No matter how good the silver coins were, they were not as good as their own lives.
"Young Master, the Eighth Route Army's firepower is too fierce. Brothers can't rush out at all. It's no different from dying."
Captain Yan Ding Zhang Liang's calves were still trembling. He had never seen such fierce firepower.
Zhang Wenlong cursed trash, and then said loudly:
"Brothers, the Eighth Route Army has nothing to fear. They can't always have such fierce firepower. Just rush out and get 30 yuan per person!"
"Fifty oceans!"
Under the heavy reward, more than 50 death squads were recruited. These saltmen were originally desperadoes who licked blood from their sword heads. 50 oceans were enough to buy their lives.
The second breakout was led by Zhang Liang. He was the son of the housekeeper Zhang Zhong and a servant of the Zhang family. The Zhang family asked him to die at the third watch, but he did not dare to live until the fifth watch;
Although he was also very scared, he had no choice but to rush forward. This time they were equipped with 2 Czech machine guns, each of them also carried 3 long-handled grenades, and a large number of Mauser pistols.
"Brothers, charge!"
Zhang Liang led more than fifty suicide squad members and stormed out of the Zhang family compound. Behind them, Zhang Wenlong led others to prepare for support at any time.
When Shi Lei saw dozens more people rushing out, he said to the others:
"Comrades, there are only a few dozen of us, get closer and then fight!"
Blocking the front of the Zhang Family Courtyard was the Second Platoon and the Fire Platoon led by Shi Lei. The Fire Platoon's Mulan Cannon hadn't fired yet. It was reserved for use when attacking the Zhang Family Courtyard. The effect would be better.
There are dozens of rabble, and the second platoon can deal with them.
The second platoon packed sand and soil with cloth bags and built a simple fortification 60 meters long and one meter high, which was just right for them to squat behind and shoot;
The militia company and the armed workers team are responsible for blocking the other three secondary directions. Due to the tall walls in other directions, it is inconvenient for large-scale breakthroughs, so the Zhang family can only choose to break out from the front.
The difference between the Eighth Route Army and the mob is that the Eighth Route Army has mature tactics, offensive tactics, defensive tactics, squad and platoon tactics, while the Salt Soldiers only charge in a swarm and rely solely on bravery to fight without any cooperation at all.
The second row of fortifications are 300 meters away from the Zhang Family Courtyard. In this way, the suppressive firepower of the machine guns in the Zhang Family Courtyard will be difficult to hit the Eighth Route Army hiding behind the fortifications. It is also difficult for the Eighth Route Army to hit the target at a distance of 300 meters.
Sniper Wang Chao's mission is to suppress the machine gun fire on the roof of Zhang's house.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
The machine gun on the roof of Zhang's house continued to provide fire cover for the death squads. Bullets flew across the sky. Although they did not hit the soldiers in the second row, they also played a certain suppressive role.
The machine gunner on the roof didn't realize at all that he was being targeted by the sniper. This was completely a dimensionality reduction strike, a bit bullying.
"Snapped!"
Wang Chao decisively pulled the trigger. The machine gunner on the roof was hit in the head, and the enemy's suppressive fire was silenced.
The Zhang family's death squad had already rushed 200 meters out of the compound, but the Eighth Route Army still didn't fire. Zhang Wenlong waved his hand and rushed out of the compound with the remaining salt soldiers.
"beat!"
Shi Lei gave the order to fire. Dozens of light and heavy firepower from the second row opened fire on Zhang's death squad almost simultaneously.
Zhang Wenlong and others were still more than 200 meters away and could not support the death squads at all.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
"Ta-ta-ta..."
The second row's machine guns and rifles swept at the Zhang family's death squads, knocking down more than twenty of them at once. The others were so frightened that they immediately fell to the ground to avoid the rain of bullets.
"Choo Choo Choo……"
The fire platoon's Mulan gun fired a round of rockets at Zhang Wenlong and others two hundred meters away;
Six 40mm rockets exploded in the Yanding group, blowing up a large area at once. They had never been bombarded before.
There were not many casualties, but they were so frightened that they turned around and fired into the compound. Zhang Wenlong was also coerced and fled back into the compound, leaving the remaining 30 or so death squads alone outside.
They just dared to die, not that they were not afraid of death. They were already almost half dead, and the others had long since given up the idea of fighting;
I don’t know who took the lead. Anyway, they turned around and ran back in a swarm. More than a dozen people were beaten to death by the second platoon. In the end, only about 20 people escaped back to the Zhang family compound.
After two breakouts, the Zhang family has lost almost 100 people, and they only have 300 people in total. This casualty ratio cannot be sustained by ordinary troops, let alone a group of salt soldiers.
No matter how much money Zhang Wenlong paid, no one would go out to die. The saltmen of the Zhang family huddled in the courtyard and never dared to leave the courtyard.
"Dad, we can't continue fighting like this. The Eighth Route Army's firepower is too fierce. It's better to stay within the courtyard wall and defend. Breaking out is simply impossible. What should we do? Is our Zhang family going to be doomed?"
Zhang Wenlong looked depressed. The Zhang family might be doomed this time. He was still young and didn't want to die yet.
Zhang Wenhu was so frightened that his legs were shaking. He had known that he would not offend the Eighth Route Army, but Zhang Shijie could still sit there calmly and think of countermeasures.
"Boss and Second Brother, you are children of the Zhang family, how can you behave like this in such a panic?
Our Zhang family's job is to lick the blood with the blade of a knife. If the earthen jar is broken in the well, it will only lead to death. What is there to be afraid of? "
Zhang Shijie said coldly.
Zhang Wenlong and Zhang Wenlong regained some composure after being scolded by their father, but now their minds are filled with the fear of death and they cannot think of a good solution.
Zhang Shijie can no longer count on these two sons, so he can only make his own decisions:
"Boss and Second Brother, we still have more than 200 people in the Zhang family's tall compound. It won't be easy for the Eighth Route Army to invade. After you go down, arrange your defense. I want to see how many lives the Eighth Route Army has to come to fill in!"
Zhang Shijie's words once again ignited Zhang Wenlong's desire to survive, and Zhang Wenlong also said viciously:
"Dad is right. The Zhang family has plenty of food and ammunition, and a tall courtyard wall. The Eighth Route Army has no wings. As long as we guard the courtyard wall, they can't do anything to our Zhang family."
When Zhang Wenhu heard this, his head became brighter, and he took over Zhang Wen's words and said:
"Brother is right, as long as we hold on, there is hope. Yuci is the territory of the Eastern Japanese, and they cannot always let the Eighth Route Army do whatever they want;
Maybe they will come back in a few days! "
The Zhang family, who had no hope of breaking out of the encirclement, began to play drag-out games, pinning their hopes on the Japanese.
"Brothers Yanding, you are also poor people, there is no need to work for the Zhang family!"
"Brothers Yanding, don't have any illusions. In your breakout just now, dozens of people died. How many of you are there in total?"
"Brothers Yanding, surrender, there is no way out if you resist, we will give you another hour to think about it;
We have cannons, and the Zhang family’s walls can’t stop us! "
The Eighth Route Army once again launched a political offensive. The Zhang family had no choice, but the salt soldiers did. There was no need for them to be buried with the Zhang family.
