After three rounds of grenades, there was no movement on the Eighth Road at the entrance of the village. The Japanese were in a hurry now and had no time to talk.
As soon as the grenade stopped, the Japanese soldier Cao waved his short hand and directly formed a formation to launch an attack in the fields.
Flashlights were turned on for seven or eight people, and a group of panicked figures rushed towards the Eighth Route Army position, but not a single figure was seen, and no Eighth Route Army fought back. Under the faint moonlight, there was an open space at the entrance of the village, with more than a dozen scattered houses in the village. There is a dark house, and there is a row of dark locust trees at the entrance of the village, swaying in the wind, and the weeds below are swaying randomly in the bushes.
I didn't expect the village to be so small. With the flashlight on, the target was exposed, but Tubalu remained silent.
Behind seven flashlights and a dozen black figures in the fields, there was the sound of noisy running.
A little fire appeared at the entrance of the village opposite the open space, but no one could be seen. A fire was slowly lit, and the fire lit up, slowly illuminating the open space at the entrance of the village. The light was extending, and the monsters burning on the eighth road, It is estimated that there are eight people hiding behind a few natural boulders at the edge of the village.
The fire is behind the big rock, otherwise it can be blown up by throwing two grenades. It is such a small place, and there is obviously nowhere to hide in the open area. Fortunately, it is only thirty or twenty meters away, and it can be done with one charge.
Facing the emptiness and the extinguishing of the fire, the Japanese had no choice but to expose themselves to the fire.
The flames shot up into the sky and became more blazing, and the Japs formed a large circle at the entrance of the village. Finally, a grenade was thrown into the sky, ready to try their luck to see if they could blow up the fire.
Judging from the impact point, it was not good luck and the target was not achieved. The grenade was thrown over the stone. The shock wave caused by the explosion blew up a gust of wind, causing the flames to sway and burn even more fiercely. The crackling and popping sounds of the firewood continued, which was strange.
The grenade cap was smashed again, and a Japanese soldier opened his arm to throw it again. Suddenly, a bullet penetrated the Japanese soldier's shaking face.
The body leaned back violently, but the grenade failed to be thrown out. It was twitching before death, but it was still firmly in the hands of the Japanese. Only then did the gunfire sound.
A Japanese soldier next to him reacted quickly. He rushed over to grab the grenade and threw it out. He tensed his muscles, turned red in the face, and broke the finger of the bombardier who was still twitching. He finally grabbed the grenade and raised his hand to throw it out. , in the darkness of the village, another bullet flew and penetrated into the body of the Japanese who raised his hand.
Huge pain was felt, but the hand was used harder. The grenade held in the air finally exploded, with violent tremors. Shrapnel shot out in all directions with the flesh and blood of the finger bones. The grenade held in the hand exploded and exploded on the ground. It's not the same thing at all. The leading Japs unit nearby was bombed to pieces, screaming in agony.
The Sanba Gai who was a little further away had retreated and hid in the village. The Eighth Route Army fired back fiercely from where they had just fired. The bullets penetrated into the cracks in the wall and made a chirping sound. The bullets that hit the stone wall made a chirping sound and ricocheted. Sparks and stone chips flew everywhere.
A large number of Japanese soldiers had followed and were lying on the ground. A second lieutenant was shouting behind him in bird language: "Grenade, come up quickly!"
A group of dark figures were exposed in the mountains, working with their heads down.
Someone in a certain room also shouted angrily: "Li Xiang, you bastard, what the hell are you doing? Hurry up and open fire. If the devils come over, we will all be doomed!"
"Ouch! You're so impatient, I'll follow your orders and hide behind the house. How do I know where the Japs are?" It was Chen Chong's voice that answered.
"It's facing the place where we just ambush. Most of the Japs are there. About fifty meters behind them, there should be a Japs grenade position. It's up to you." The sweet voice said with impatience: "Don't you guys? Can you observe?"
"The devil is here again? Do you think we are scared?" As soon as the fierce voice in the room finished, another person's trembling voice was vaguely heard: "Why don't we... run away?"
The person who spoke before paused, and suddenly shouted in shock: "Why the hell are you all here in this house? Don't you go to other houses? Huh?"
Who else could it be besides Tang Dagou?
"Didn't you ask us to follow you? Didn't we just follow you in?"
"Then I'm going to ask you to rush to the Japanese defense line right now, will you go?"
"If you say anything again, I will run away." The same fierce voice sounded.
A small face showed impatience: "Hey, being a deserter on the battlefield has shaken the morale of the army. My aunt, I will say this for the last time. If you dare to say run away again, I will beat you into a sieve."
The wooden house seemed to be in chaos, and then someone ran outside and shouted: "Hey, hey, let's go to the next room and let them get away with it."
Immediately there was a loud crash, he got back into the house, dug holes in the house, went up to the roof, and found a large corner of the wall.
The sound of "Boom...Boom...Boom" came from a distance, and it was clear that the Japanese were quite reasonable. After all eight groups were ambushed, they finally opened fire.
Grenades the size of small fists flew high into the sky, followed by a whistling sound, followed by explosions one after another in the village.
The Japanese grenades fired at the same time, but the explosion times were different. This showed that the explosion times set by the grenade fuses were not consistent. The flashes of light were flying wildly with shrapnel.
When the shock wave entered the room, the little girls swayed with their calves and almost stopped standing. They immediately turned to look at Hao Yun, the staff officer.
Hao Yun was also panicked. Is this firepower so fierce? It shouldn't be. I was thinking about whether it was important to drag the little girl to the river to cross the river in advance. Suddenly I heard another voice coming from behind the house.
There was a close thump sound, but it was the grenade launchers of the Eighth Route Army firing. Hao Yun couldn't help but his heart jumped a few times, and he looked out from the shooting hole in front.
Under the light of torches at the head of the village, nearly a hundred people were densely packed but scattered in the mountains. With guns in hand and their heads lowered and their faces raised, the panicked line of skirmishers advanced rapidly, one by one unconsciously walking on the uneven ground. They advanced on the road, but no shots were fired: mainly, there was no target.
It was originally planned that after the grenade was fired, while the smoke from the explosion in the village was still filling the air, the Japanese Army Sergeant was preparing to charge. With the sound of tom coming from the village, several black lumps immediately fell from the sky, and a familiar whistling sound rose into the sky. In the firelight, it was clearly visible that the Japanese soldier Cao was horrified, screamed strangely, and then fell down.
After fighting with the Eighth Route Army for so many years, I rarely encountered fierce firepower. However, this was the first time I encountered such fierce firepower in the deep mountains. The careless Japanese were stunned for a moment before they fell to the ground. It was already too late.
The sergeant who lay on the ground first judged the distance. It was possible that the two sides were separated by the open space at the entrance of the village, about sixty meters away. The grenade still had no effect, so he gave up in frustration.
The Eighth Route Army has six grenade launchers, and the sergeant has long heard that, but you only hit your own squad with six grenade launchers. Is the Eighth Route Army forced to panic? Why don't you just keep it for the rest of the group?
The expected explosion of grenade grenades began to resound in the night sky. The grenades landed very awkwardly, and they all fell into the leading group of Japanese soldiers. Even if the Japanese soldiers spread out and formed a skirmish line, it was just a small area. They got together, and immediately, as the explosion sounded, there was a sound like a slaughtering pig, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
The quiet village in front of me looks lifeless. The two sides are attacking each other with grenades. Everything is hot, flashing and smoking. The scene is very weird. This feeling makes people very conflicted. Is it a charge or a charge? Woolen cloth?
The lieutenant commanding the attack from behind put down the telescope in his hand and had no time to feel the desolation of the dark night in the deep mountains. You idiot, it would be great if you just lead the way. That way you can at least survive for one more night. Now, give me If you are shameless, then no one will live. He decided in his heart that he would leave no one alive and wipe out all the Eighth Route Army for fertilizer in this small mountain village. He had been angry for two days and his aunt could not bear it.
Grenade attack, but pity the Japanese vanguard who was caught in the middle and prepared to charge.
