I didn't sleep all night. No one in the marching team was sleepy. Even the wounded were trembling, as if they had forgotten the pain.
The soldier who broke off the rear trotted up and said, "Platoon leader Zhao, there are two Japs following us, but we didn't find a large number of enemies pursuing us."
Zhao Tie looked at the cold figure in front of him and squinted his eyes: Maybe... Captain Hu had expected this...
There were wounded in the team, so the speed of travel was not fast and could not be improved at all.
Most of the soldiers looked at the villages to the west with wide eyes in fear. Those puppet troops must not come eastward!
After the team marched more than ten miles north, the attackers from the second company in the east followed up, killing four and seriously injuring six.
They feigned an attack from the south and started shooting from a long distance away. The Japanese didn't hit a few, but they suffered a lot of casualties.
The platoon leader asked Zhao Tie doubtfully: "... Is it useful for Company Commander Hu to arrange this round of beatings? What on earth does he want to do?"
"You ask me? How could I know!" Zhao Tie suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed.
"Tiedan, boy, don't lay an ambush, you must know something!"
Zhao Tie hesitated for a while: "I thought it was strange at first. Think about it? Let's go to the teacher's school to study. Company Commander Hu's level... we all know. Do you have any objection to this?"
"No comment."
"I asked him this question just now. Do you know what he said?"
"How to say?"
"Then shut up...and obey orders!"
"Ah?" The platoon leader was confused in the morning wind.
Ma Liang, who was walking in front, felt very uncomfortable, and the Japanese didn't even pursue him!
The landmines planted in advance are of no use at all and are completely wasted?
...
Although the scale of the battle in the morning was not small, it had little impact on mopping up most of the puppet troops.
The puppet troops who stayed in the village for one night still set off as planned early in the morning and continued their sweep westward.
On a battlefield somewhere in the west, the Japanese captain was standing on the battlefield, his eyes rarely turned red.
The clothes of the elites on the ground were stripped naked by the Eighth Route Army.
Last night, reinforcements came from the Eighth Route Army. The imperial army, which was about to encircle the Eighth Route Army, was entangled by the Eighth Route Army and was unable to complete the encirclement.
Tubalu, whose combat effectiveness was not very good, actually launched a desperate charge against the imperial army, killing half of the squadron's elites.
How did Tubalu do it? At this point, he could no longer say anything about annihilating the Eighth Route Army.
The captain still hasn't figured it out. He really doesn't know how he should go back and explain to the major after so many elites died!
A sudden sound came from the east.
A three-wheeler carrying dust came to the captain's side. A Japanese jumped off the motorcycle and whispered: "Report to the captain, after dawn, a company of the Eighth Route Army sneak attacked the baggage troops and was repelled by our troops! They are fleeing north... .”
The captain nodded, indicating that he knew, and frowned and asked the assistant next to him: "How many people are there on the Tubal Road of the Independent Regiment on the plain?"
The lieutenant was stunned for a moment: "Based on the battlefield conditions here and the confessions of the captured Tubalu, my subordinates judge that there should be two battalions!"
The captain said nothing, thinking deeply.
There were constant Japanese scouts coming to report on the movements of the Eighth Route Army.
Tubal Road was marching leisurely in the west, and the captain could imagine that they were looking at his own joke with pride at this time.
This time, the headquarters repeatedly requested that the raid be carried out as planned. The captain finally understood that in the dark night, it was the world of rats, and the staff officers who made the plan at the headquarters did not seem to be all idiots.
Gunshots from the west were still ringing out one after another, and the leading troops in pursuit kept biting the tail of the Eighth Route Army.
The captain secretly swore in his heart that even though many warriors would die after such a night of fighting, you, the Eighth Route Army, would definitely not fare much better.
If I don't struggle with you at night, I will kill you during the day!
In broad daylight, let's see where you can run!
After a long silence, the captain finally gave the order: "Order...1, gather the troops immediately. The baggage troops only bring mortars and march towards here."
As soon as the order was sent, the soldiers ran away.
"Order two, immediately report to the county seat and mobilize troops to encircle and suppress the Tubal guerrilla troops who sneak-attacked the supply troops."
...
The people in the village did not expect that as soon as the puppet troops left, there would be another wave.
President Sui quickly asked people to boil water and cook.
This group of puppet soldiers seemed to be different. They did not clamor to arrest the Eighth Route spies, nor did they enter the village to steal anything.
Except for a few people who were busy dealing with the wounded, the other puppet soldiers fell asleep on the grain drying field outside the village, not afraid of catching cold!
You deserve it for being so cold! Maintain the president's cautious curse.
He seemed to have forgotten that this group of puppet soldiers did not directly occupy his compound like the group yesterday.
It's noon.
At the entrance of the village, a villager who identified the Eighth Route underground worker for twenty kilograms of millet was hung from a big locust tree.
Tiedan curled his lips: "President Wang, let me say it again, we are the Eighth Route Army, the Eighth Route Army that specializes in fighting the Japanese. We are the people's own team. This morning, we eliminated more than a hundred Japanese and destroyed the Japanese car convoy!" "
The dark villagers stood on the grain drying ground, listening to the young man who was clearly wearing the uniform of the Imperial Association Army and calling himself the Eighth Route Army, saying dry words that no one believed. ,
President Wang, who was standing in front, didn't dare to say anything, so he could only nod in agreement.
"Folks, our Eighth Route Army is fighting against the Japanese. If anyone dares to betray our Eighth Route staff, hehe, I will kill his whole family!"
Facing... threats? The villagers had different expressions.
"...Now, on behalf of the anti-Japanese government, we sentence Liu Laizi to death for betraying the Eighth Route underground workers!"
The villagers watched numbly as Liu Lezi was dragged away.
"Spare your life, you Eight-Road Masters..." Liu Laizi wet his pants and kicked his legs desperately to struggle.
The villagers dispersed and all ran away in an instant!
After a while, a figure with his head wrapped in gray cloth and only two eyes exposed came out of a corner of a dilapidated yard. He came to the guarding sentry with a ghostly look and said: "Take me to see Captain Hu immediately. !”
The village is quiet, even at noon.
The people who returned home closed their doors and stopped going out. They didn't even light a fire to cook, and planned to go hungry.
Until the group calling themselves the Eighth Route Army left westward, no one dared to run out of the village to report the news to the nearby gun tower.
This place is close to a mountainous area, and it’s not too big to open the pot. Twenty pounds of millet is worth comparing with life.
The blockade ditch runs from south to north, separating the plains from the hills on the edge of the hills.
Blockhouse after block stood beside the blockade ditch.
A puppet sentry stood on the top of the turret, looking around boredly, and suddenly noticed a group of Imperial Army soldiers carrying a stretcher coming from a distance to the west.
From morning to now, there have been several such teams... some of them are detective teams escorting captured prisoners.
The puppet sentry shouted at the bottom of the gun tower.
Only a few sleepy-eyed and buttoned-up puppet soldiers walked out of the turret with guns on their backs, and came to stand by the suspension bridge.
Not surprisingly, most of these Imperial Alliance troops will need to use the artillery tower to make phone calls.
The team was getting closer and closer, and the puppet soldier standing by the suspension bridge was still confused: "What?"
Ma Liang answered as he walked towards the suspension bridge: "Some of us are injured."
"Password?" the puppet soldier asked casually.
"Long-term peace and stability..."
