The explosion of the mortar seemed to be right next to me. The house near the impact point was filled with dust, and the light of the fire burning at the entrance of the village shone through the shooting holes in the wall, leaving behind streaks of light. Inside the house, I couldn't see anything, I could only feel endless darkness and shock.
The house that Luo Fugui and Hu Yi chose looked relatively solid. It was made entirely of rocks and had two machine guns. It was considered a heavy firepower point. Once it opened fire, it would be the enemy's main target.
The Japanese mortars opened fire, and they would definitely continue. There was not much room for expansion in a small village. The Japanese infantry would definitely attack immediately after the bombardment. Hu Yi did not dare to hesitate and immediately ordered: "Retreat!"
As for whether all those people by the river have crossed the river, it is no longer important now.
A machine gun must be left behind to stop the Japanese for at least a few minutes. If everyone runs away in a swarm and the Japanese swarm them, no one will be able to escape once they are bitten.
It seemed unrealistic for Luo Fugui to stay. Hu Yi's retreat made Luo Fugui immediately excited and spread to the entire mountain village.
The order was like a sweet note. Hao Yun, who had been struggling with it, was overjoyed. He grabbed the girl and put it on his shoulders and ran away. He walked out of the back door and ran straight to the river. He ignored Hong Ying who was knocked dizzy by the door frame when he went out and was yelling curses. The company commander, Tang Dagou, immediately picked up the crooked machine gun that the little girl had left behind, followed closely, and flew past Li Xiang's grenade position where he was collecting the wounded on his back.
There is a faster guy in front of me! Tang Dagou glanced at it. Under the weak firelight, it was the group of men he had recruited. Unfortunately, there were a few missing and he couldn't care less.
The mule stepped out of the door, feeling that Boss Hu hadn't moved yet. After following Hu Yi for so long, there was no need to think about it. Boss Hu, who was so heartless, would probably act like a hero and stop the attack.
I just don’t have a long memory. Can a machine gun stop the Japanese? You won't do this even if you die! Don't even look at the number of Japanese soldiers behind. There are many of them in a large area. No matter how powerful the machine gun is, it can't sweep away so many areas.
Time is fair. If you run first, you will have a chance. If you hesitate a little, you may lose the chance. It will be fleeting.
The Japanese mortar adjusted the firing parameters and fired again, and the infantry skirmisher line followed. The infantry and artillery combined with Ma Liuer's proficiency, the grenadier soldiers were not to be outdone, and opened fire with all their might.
There is a river between two mountains. The mountain village at the bend of the river faces the river on one side and the mountain on the other.
In the narrow ravine, the Japanese attack was quite methodical, with a combination of infantry and artillery, clear layers, and rapid pressure. The only thing that dissatisfied the lieutenant was that there was a lack of terrain for outflanking, and he was unable to perform his best skills.
Until now, on the Eighth Route Army position, except for six grenade launchers, three machine guns, and sporadic rifle fire, not even a single Eighth Route Army soldier has been seen. Is that a rat?
Mortar shells continued to hit the village, and there were two loud noises.
The sound of the grenade is smaller but more dense.
Flying rocks and debris were flying everywhere, collapsing horizontally in arcs, the rocks fell rapidly, and the scratches fell slowly. Some of them were not yet completely dropped, and were lifted high again, continuing to fill the rainy soil and gravel.
The ground trembled again and again, and a layer of dust burst out, and the roof also trembled again and again. Amidst the crashing sound of falling, the dust flowed into a waterfall, and gray fell on the curled brim of his hat, covering Hu Yi's shoulders.
The fire in front was still burning brightly, and thick smoke began to fill the room with the open door.
A grenade hit the wall of the house, and the stone wall was immediately torn down. The thatched roof immediately collapsed, and all the dust in the house flew up. The house without the roof is still a house, one inside and one outside. This guy couldn't see any light inside, his ears were ringing, he could no longer hear the groans of the wounded soldiers, and he couldn't even hear the explosions.
The world seemed to have stopped, and it seemed like a long time had passed. Hu Yi, who was huddled in the corner of the table, chairs and benches, felt someone touching his arm.
Hu Yi stopped coughing, and was pulled out by a pair of big hands, pushing away the broken beam beside him. At the same time, he asked hoarsely: "Boss Hu, can you still breathe? Run for your life, why are you stuck?" Damn it!”
Crash - a big hole was torn out of the collapsed thatched roof, and then there was a squeaking sound, and then the mule's anxious voice: "Boss Hu? You're not dead, are you?"
Hu Yi's hearing was affected and he couldn't hear clearly what the mule was saying. He shouted in a voice that he couldn't hear: "Take the machine gun away!"
"It's good that I can still roar, but I can't die." The mule smiled. In the dark night, amid the flashes of light, his face was pitch-black and his hair was shaggy.
Hu Yi's shoulder was hit by a falling stone again. Fortunately, small fortifications had been built with tables and chairs at the shooting position. Otherwise, the game might have been over by now.
The two of them retreated north with support.
The Japanese bombardment stopped.
The mule was frightened and the Japanese stopped their artillery. Then the infantry must be pressing up and they had to run away quickly!
Hu Yi was carried on the shoulders of a mule. As soon as he turned around from a house, several Japanese soldiers had already rushed across the open space and arrived in front of the fortifications that Hu Yi had set up earlier.
There was no one at the machine gun position. The two Japanese soldiers climbed over the ruins and fired at the machine gun position they had observed earlier. Looking at the big hole again, they had to admire the good luck of the Eighth Route Army. The wall collapsed and the top collapsed, so they didn't die!
Several other Japanese soldiers kept firing and pulling bolts at the fleeing shadows. While running rapidly, they failed to hit the targets that were darting left and right like rabbits in the dark night.
Hu Yi felt pain all over his body. Every bone and every joint ached from the impact of the mule's fast running. He couldn't help but curl up every finger, and even his head began to hurt slightly.
He hated running away, hated it!
However, the lingering Japs are behind us, not ten or eight, but in swarms, like ants, which is a powerless regret. If there are ten or eight more machine guns, no armored vehicles, and no heavy artillery, the Japs will be completely defeated. Not afraid.
The only regret is that when we were at the mountain pass, we ignored that the Japanese could climb mountains. Otherwise, no matter how many Japanese soldiers there were, they would not be able to climb the mountain. There would be no point in fleeing in such a panic.
It was actually not unexpected that the Japanese could climb up the cliff that was perpendicular to the ground. The mountain was not a deserted place. The Nine Company had only a few people and they did not dare to disperse. The Japanese climbed up, unexpectedly and unexpectedly. middle.
Amidst the gunshots like exploding beans and the whistling of bullets, the mule rushed into the darkness without hesitation, passing through the gunpowder smoke. The sweat on his head made streaks of gray appear on his pitch-black face. The groove marks on his face were no longer ugly, and the gunpowder smoke slowly spread into his lungs. He coughed desperately in the smoky air. After coughing enough, he cursed again: "x your little devil ancestor! your grandma's, I I’m keeping this in mind for you...we’ll see..."
In the ditch.
The two bastards who were blown away were once national soldiers. They used to live a happy life of being able to receive two oceans despite having their military pay deducted. After fighting a few battles, they became the security army. After being captured, they became the Eighth Route Army. At this time , the Eighth Route Army slowly woke up.
In the dark night, the Japs did not notice him for the time being, so they hurriedly retreated into the dark night. Groups of Japs carrying torches passed through the roads between houses in the village. The occasional chirping of birds came one after another with indifference.
Life is at stake.
His heart was beating so fast that it almost came out of his throat. The injured brothers had all been carried away. The one who was motionless was naturally mistaken for a martyr. No one had time to touch his chest to see if it was still beating.
You deserve your bad luck.
Several Japanese soldiers kicked open the door, and the only intact house in the village became a temporary field hospital.
The medical soldiers followed into the house and bandaged the wounded Japanese soldiers brought in under the lighted torches.
The houses in the mountains were not very good to begin with. There were gaps everywhere in the walls, and light leaked out from the gaps.
A ray of light leaked into the eyes of the Eighth Route Army who had no time to escape. He moved his body carefully and merged with the darkness. He touched the grenades still hanging on his waist: Fortunately, the remaining two are still there. Pulled one out and unscrewed the back cover slightly and slowly.
I don't know where the rifle fell. I searched around for a long time in the dark night with my eyes under the reflection of the torches swinging everywhere. I finally found the rifle not far away, and there was a person lying on the gun. It seemed that the arm moved.
