About half past three.
Sporadic fighting began.
A group of bandit soldiers followed the abandoned ditch in the field and staggered southward in confusion.
A shot suddenly rang out from the position that looked like a mass grave not far away.
boom...
The sound of gunshots knocked all the squatting bandit soldiers to the ground on the spot. After waving their arms and kicking their legs for a long time, everyone realized that nothing was wrong!
He was completely frightened. Speaking of which, if it was two hundred meters away, a bullet without an eye would be able to hit it.
Maybe the guy on the other side of the road was deliberately shooting blindly to scare people.
The bandit soldiers who came back to their senses immediately fired across the wasteland at the mass graves.
The bandit soldiers who acted as the vanguard were not short of bullets this time. After finishing a magazine, they immediately took out bullets from their bodies and pressed them into their guns.
It didn't take long.
The two sides were more than a hundred meters apart on the battlefield, and it became an eight-pronged fight with bandit soldiers pressing down on the south side.
Afterwards, the bandits armed themselves with a Czech light machine gun, spitting tongues of fire at the graves to the south to vent their anger, emptying a magazine in one go and causing small clouds of dust to rise from the mounds.
The soldiers from Wang Peng's camp were hiding behind their respective bunkers. The commander next to them kept shouting: "Save ammunition. Those who have not had their turn must not fight back...According to the pre-war arrangement, only one person in each squad is allowed to shoot. Count to five." Count them...take turns..."
The bullets fired by the bandit soldiers roared into the mound in front of them, hitting the edge of the mound and sending up a shower of mud.
"Those bandits are serious, why don't we shoot them with our machine guns!" The soldier holding the machine gun was extremely excited.
"Shut up!"
The platoon-level commanders who had held a meeting before the war knew that the battalion commander had reached some kind of agreement with the bandits, but the ordinary soldiers did not know it. Hearing the sound of gunfire, they felt nervous and their hands holding the guns were already sweating.
Most of Wang Peng's battalion were soldiers who had fought the Japanese with the independent regiment last time to reinforce the division, and their combat experience was not bad.
We were defending in the village last night, and there were not many casualties at all, so although most people were a little nervous, they were not panicked. Most people were excitedly waiting for their turn to shoot.
Listening to the sound of gunfire, the bandits who fired the gun were at least 150 meters away. From such a long distance, a hit would be in vain...
The Eighth Route Army on the left and right flanks were suppressed by the vanguard of the bandits for nearly half an hour, and the main force of the security army finally arrived behind the bandits.
The Japs behind the security forces arrived immediately along the dirt road to the west of Zhaozhuang Village. Lieutenant Japs saw that the road extending to the south was intact, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. The guerrillas usually cut off the road first when fighting positional warfare, and the current situation...
He couldn't understand. Are those guerrillas newbies? But just yesterday I ambushed the bandits and the security forces in succession. This... is absolutely impossible!
He raised his binoculars and looked at the tomb-like positions lined up beside the canal. The lieutenant shook his head and smiled. That thing was just scum...
Until he saw the small ridges dug out randomly in the wilderness, the lieutenant's heart slowly tightened. Artillery targets!
Do the guerrillas have artillery?
The Japanese soldiers jumped out of the car and made pre-war preparations in a grand manner.
The bandits, security forces, and Japanese soldiers outside Zhaozhuang Village stopped together in a chaotic manner. Under the order of the lieutenant, the team immediately spread out horizontally.
A group of bandits were ordered to search the village. Not long after they entered the village, they heard a loud bang...
Immediately, there was a burst of chaotic gunfire from all kinds of counterattacks in the village...
People outside the village couldn't help but immediately lie down on the ground, stretching their necks to look at the village. Hundreds of guns were pointed at all possible locations in the village where enemy troops might appear.
I thought to myself: Could it be that there are still guerrillas in the village...
After a long while, the gunfire in the village stopped, and a bandit soldier popped out half his head from the wall of the village and shouted: "The guerrillas planted landmines in the village... There is no one in the village..."
The news from both wings was constantly reported to the lieutenant sitting on the motorcycle side of the road. The Japanese second lieutenant acted as the lieutenant's assistant and kept marking on the map.
The lieutenant sat on the truck bed and was too lazy to get off. He occasionally put down his binoculars and pointed at the map placed on the truck bed with the assistant next to him.
Two mortars have already set up positions under the cover of the village.
The grenade launcher on the front of the motorcycle is ready.
The squadron's heavy machine gun was located directly on the road next to the grenade launcher. A Japanese machine gun team of a detachment ran to the east of the village. Two crooked guns were ready, ready to provide crossfire support for the team attacking from the village.
The armored vehicle is right behind him, ready to drive over and crush him at any time.
The Japanese lieutenant frowned, always feeling that this was a bit weird, but he didn't want to be attacked by guerrilla fire and the boat capsized in the ditch.
What he couldn't understand was that these guerrillas dared to fight positional warfare with the imperial army!
Moreover, look at those positions...from east to west...the battle line stretched for seven or eight miles...didn't it mean that there were only five or six hundred guerrillas?
How many people would it take to fill such a long position?
If there are people behind the little dirt bags five or six meters away, then there must be thousands of people?
Could it be that the information is wrong? This is absolutely impossible! Because the people responsible for the reconnaissance are Imperial Army soldiers...
The attack on both wings was blocked, as the lieutenant had expected.
Then there is only one possibility, there is probably no one behind those dirtbags! If this is the case, can this still be called a positional battle?
What tricks do the guerrillas play? The legendary grass and trees are all soldiers? bluff...
Confused, he decided to let those cannon fodder-fearing bandits launch a tentative attack on the guerrilla positions no matter what!
Before the bandits made a frontal attack, they first launched a wave of artillery fire on the Eighth Route Army position to increase the confidence of the bandit queen and the Imperial Alliance Army.
It would be best if we could find out the guerrilla mortar positions during this process!
He believed that with the accurate shooting capabilities of the mortars and grenades used by his elites, as long as the guerrilla mortars dared to fire, the elites could directly destroy the guerrilla artillery in a short time.
The next step, of course, was to have the security forces charge with the bandits. The Imperial Army's soldiers were elite, but until the end, he had no intention of letting the elites charge.
No matter what the conspiracy is, in the face of absolute strength, they are all scum...
...
About five miles west of Zhaozhuang Village, there is a forest with almost no weeds. To the north of the forest, Ma Liang was riding on the branch of an old locust tree and observing with a telescope.
The position of Gao Yidao's Second Battalion ended about two miles west from Zhaozhuang Village.
According to Japanese tactics, bandit soldiers should be arranged to attack from the flanks and outflank them.
Ma Liang ambushed here, planning to take the enemy's rear when attacking from the flanks.
The tactics formulated based on the terrain are very simple, and the Japanese can definitely understand them. When the time comes, it will all depend on who fights harder, harder and more resolutely!
The Eighth Route Army and the National Army combined had less than 600 people, and the enemy had 2,000. From the surface, the enemy had a complete advantage in this battle!
In the woods, a platoon of Tang dogs were resting against the trees. They were not as nervous as they were before the battle.
On the other hand, Ma Liang led a platoon of men, who all lay on the edge of the tree and looked nervously to the north.
About three miles west of Gao Yidao's position, a black spot suddenly appeared.
Ma Liang could see clearly in the field of view through the telescope that the black spot was lowering its body and running towards the south on its bicycle.
About two miles behind him, a chasing team appeared. The machine gun on the front three-wheeled motorcycle flashed with flames and kept shooting at the man who was escaping. A large group of Japanese soldiers on bicycles were chasing after him.
The distance between the two sides was really too far, and the machine gun bullets constantly beating on the motorcycle could not hit the person riding the bicycle in front.
Until, the man on the bicycle suddenly turned and rushed towards Gao Yidao's west position.
Behind the bicycle, a trail of dust was kicked up from west to east, and the cyclist disappeared from the position.
The chasing Japanese team looked at the position in the distance and slowly stopped to form a team.
After a while, Ma Liang slid down from the tree and whispered to the big dog chewing grass roots on the ground: "The people in the west are all surrounded by Japanese soldiers, led by a motorcycle, and more than fifty Japanese soldiers on bicycles..."
After Ma Liang finished speaking, he took out a cigarette, struck a match, lit it, and then blew out a puff of smoke.
The big dog didn't even bother to raise his head: "What the hell are you worried about? With Gao Yida guarding the flanks, they must have been ready. Aren't there more than fifty Japanese soldiers coming? It's nothing to the Second Battalion. Son! When they start fighting, as long as it lasts until dark, we will stab those devils on bicycles..."
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