In the eyes of the Japanese, the imperial army was used to sweeping away the poor base areas of the Eighth Route Army, chasing, killing, and robbing.
On the plains, in addition to fighting guerrillas, the troops spent most of their time wreaking havoc: digging roads in the dark, cutting telephone lines, handing out leaflets, and writing two slogans were simply not acceptable.
Many puppet soldiers and bandit soldiers have also dealt with the Eighth Route Army and the National Army. Of course they know the tactics used by the Eighth Route Army and the Eighth Route Army. They are either ambushes, wearing ragged clothes, holding bayonets and machetes, leading the people to move around wildly, and then sending people to kill them. .
As for the national army guerrillas? In my impression...it should be the national army running away and the imperial army chasing after it, right?
This time, the scheming Tubalu and the national army who are good at escaping actually got their idea wrong. They set up an ambush yesterday, and now they are so brave that they dare to set up a stage with the imperial army?
On the plains in broad daylight, when was it their turn to sit on their heads and shit?
If you have guns and ammunition in your hands, you will naturally dare to attack the guerrillas.
The thinking of the bandit soldiers who had not experienced the battle last night was simpler.
Aren't the guerrillas just a few timid peasants holding hoes, hammers, and sickles at the entrance of the village to report a message, cursing in the street in a hurry, and then when they are really desperate, they pick up a trembling stick and look for their enemies to fight for their lives?
They simply did not believe that the guerrillas dared to do anything to them. Anyone who dared to be disrespectful to them could be killed in a matter of minutes, kidnap his entire family, or even destroy his entire village.
Ignorant people are naturally bold. A small leader of a certain congregation asked a wretched guy next to him: "Hey, I said weasel, what do you mean when you say three shots and eight attacks...Do you mean they can only shoot three shots?"
"You've been doing this and that all day long, don't tell me you've never seen the Eighth Route Army, right?"
"A few women in the village are constantly nagging about giving cloth shoes to Balu, writing slogans and doing propaganda..."
"I really don't know how you survived in these troubled times..."
"Don't be so pretentious, tell me now!"
Weasel smiled mysteriously: "Because Tubalu never has more than three bullets in his pocket!"
"The Eighth Route Army is causing trouble everywhere, even Commander Wang dares to provoke it, isn't it?"
"I heard... Brigadier Tang died at the hands of the Eighth Route Army last year?"
"Shit, I heard from the boss that Brigadier Tang fell off his horse and died."
Weasel was stunned for a moment: "How do you know?"
"I heard what Lai Toad said about the White Gun Club in the next village."
"What does this have to do with Lai Toad?"
"Why doesn't it matter? The grave where Brigadier Tang was buried was dug by Lai Toad..."
Weasel's eyes lit up: "Hey, bury a brigade commander...Tsk, tsk, tsk... Do you know where to bury him?"
"Why, you dare to dig up someone who hasn't been dead for three years?"
"Hey, let's step on the plate to make it hot first...then we brothers will get half of it?"
"With this skill, you might as well go to Wugong Village to dig up a few copper pots and find a few bones to make money quickly."
"Hey, let's forget about that place. I heard that the national army sent a lot of people to keep an eye on it all day long."
The two conferences were busy working on goods, but there was still time to think about making a fortune on the road.
Seeing that the "graves" in front of them were getting closer and closer, the leaders of the two congregations hunched over and slowly moved behind the people in front.
There was no movement at all from the guerrillas...
Sporadic gunshots were still ringing from the east and west, and the attacking team began to tense up.
If it weren't for the occasional person poking his head out like a mouse from behind the graveyards and then retreating, the bandit soldiers would even think there was no one in front!
More than two to three hundred people, mottled in gray or black, slipped into one piece, crouching and crossing the 100-meter mark on the ground.
The leader of the bandit guild who was in charge of commanding at the back kept shouting, and muttered the mantra of the Taishang Laojun possessing Guanyin and manifesting his spirit...
The muzzle of Tian Sanqi's gun pointed at the front was always aimed at the person hiding behind some figures holding a pistol and shouting.
The excited armed workers carefully identified the leaders of the reactionary sects on the list and kept identifying them to the soldiers next to them. The soldiers occasionally popped up and looked for their targets.
Captain Geng, carrying a rifle on his back, felt very happy, and followed the ninth battalion commander Hu Yi, who was carrying a rifle. He never expected that those Taoist leaders would line up to be killed.
By this time, the peripheral intelligence was no longer important. The battle was about to begin. Captain Geng was drawn from the combat troops. This was the first time he faced such a position. However, he saw Hu Yi next to him who seemed not to care at all. He didn't care, even his expression didn't change. You could even see the disdain on his face, and he couldn't help but relax his nervous heart.
Although you promised the envoys sent by Wang Sanzhu earlier to give these Huidao sect leaders a chance to reform, you still dare to use the support of the Japanese to fight here? Then don't blame me for not recognizing people with guns!
Dare to turn a deaf ear to what the Eighth Route Army said?
Very serious consequences!
The gunfire from the bandit soldiers on both sides of the attack continued. The guerrillas in the front must have been frightened by the artillery fire, and they have not fired a single shot until now.
The Japanese lieutenant was in a good mood. He never expected that the bandit soldiers, who had little fighting ability, would change their decadent behavior and bravely rush to the vicinity of the guerrilla position.
In order to show his master's care and concern for the lackeys, he waved his hand, and the messenger next to him immediately waved the flag in his hand and ordered the machine gun teams on both wings to provide fire support!
Chug tug tug...
The machine guns on both sides of the village opened fire immediately to conduct fire reconnaissance and cover fire for the attacking bandits.
The machine gun bullets that protruded from them began to wreak havoc on the guerrilla positions, causing dust to scatter and popping sounds.
It was a good thing that no shots were fired. The bandit soldiers who heard the gunfire were stunned for a moment. Not knowing why, they immediately lay down in the wilderness and jumped into ditches to find shelter.
The gun in his hand also rang out.
Everyone in the trench could hear it clearly. The Japanese began to suppress fire. The bandits had already entered about a hundred meters. The counterattack began immediately. There was a loud clatter. The gun bolt was pulled skillfully. Then, the enemy carefully listened to the trajectory of the machine gun and probed. Just cum.
As soon as the soldiers stuck their heads out, they suddenly realized that something was wrong. The target they had observed in the open ground disappeared instantly!
Only the faint smoke of gunpowder on the ground was left, with the heads of bandit soldiers with only half of their bodies emerging everywhere, and the muzzle flashes of guns that kept firing.
He immediately fired a shot at the approximate location he originally expected in the wilderness, then pulled back the rifle, lay down in the ditch and crawled to the side of the mound.
And the mound where he was lying down and shooting immediately attracted one shot after another.
The bandits were furious. The imperial army took action personally. How dare you, a guerrilla bandit, to fight back?
Unexpectedly, countless black gun muzzles suddenly appeared behind those ugly mounds of soil.
What followed was a dense volley of gunfire.
The bandits were immediately confused and subconsciously lowered their heads to avoid the approaching danger.
Even lying on the ground, those tricky bullets still poured into the attacking bandits.
The bandit soldiers are very capable of seeing opportunities, and most of them are veterans. They don't have strong fighting ability, but they are neither stupid nor stupid.
Everyone knew that they must not get up and run away at this time. Those guns did not recognize people. They had no intention of shooting at the guerrillas, so they immediately retreated and hid in the ground.
As for the members of the Huidao Sect, they immediately muttered words and began to think in their hearts which Bodhisattva would be better to invite to possess. However, they had to first check which Bodhisattva issued the enlightened talisman in their pockets...
We still have to figure out whether the talisman should be attached to the forehead or the navel...
Suddenly, spells were flying all over the battlefield...
The sky is clear and the earth is clear, the soldiers are following the seal, and the generals are marching one by one... A certain unlucky guy who has no magic talisman on his forehead and has not finished reciting the spell is opening his eyes in pain, and a spell is buzzing in his ears next to him.
Looking up at the sky, the blue sky... seems to be getting darker? Wisps of rare and pale clouds were floating in the sky, well... I didn't see the Supreme Laojun, nor the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva holding a Jade Pure Vase, nor the Tathagata with his head full of hair, which was a sign of the appearance!
He turned his gaze back to the sky and looked around blankly. There were all kinds of people putting up talismans, chanting sutras, and pulling guns to fight back.
Enduring the pain from the top of his head, he pulled off his dog-skin hat and discovered that there were two eyes on it, one in front of the other.
Only then did he realize that a bullet had just plowed through his scalp. He quickly raised his hand and touched the top of his head, feeling a burning sting!
There was blood on my hands, but I thought it was okay, so I probably didn’t open the dipper!
A member of the congregation in front happened to fire a gun at this time. The sound of the gunshot made his ears buzz. He was about to raise his head and curse a few words when he saw and heard a sudden chirp from the back of the man's head. A large area of red and white material appeared.
Then the raised head hit the ground, and his body began to twitch violently. After a few moments, there was no movement.
Another member's heart-rending howls and shouts came from the side, mixed with the gunshots and the arrogant screams of bullets. I couldn't hear clearly what the guy was calling about being possessed by a great god.
With a sudden shake of his shoulders, he quickly turned his face. The weasel that had been talking to him during the attack was quickly running into the small ditch where he was hiding. Then he raised his leg and kicked the body of the dead one in front of him. Turn horizontally.
With the body blocking the bullet, he felt a lot more at ease. The weasel was holding something in his hands and was digging hard at the ground beneath him.
As the soil flew, the weasel's body rolled and immediately sank into the ground.
He continued to watch blankly as the weasel beside him kept digging a hole. Not long after, the weasel in the hole suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him into the enlarged hole.
But he suddenly felt fear, his face suddenly deformed, and he immediately shouted at the man: "Do you want to bury me?"
"I'll bury your grandma. The Eighth Route Army is fighting back. There are little Japs behind us. We two brothers have to find a way to escape this disaster first."
"Emergency is like a law... Taishang Laojun is possessed..." the confused guy murmured.
The weasel slapped the confused guy awake: "I'm your grandpa, look... the Tathagata who worshiped next door has appeared..."
The ignorant man ignored the burning pain on his face and immediately said with joy: "Really?"
Weasel raised his hand and pointed: "Look... there is such a big hole on the back of his bald head. Didn't he go to the West to find Tathagata to learn Buddhist scriptures... and planned to become a junior disciple with Monkey Sun?"
"Tathagata? No!" The confused guy remembered that he was worshiping Taishang Laojun. Then again...how could Tathagata compare with Taishang Laojun?
The weasel was stunned for a moment, and then cursed helplessly: "That's not right, hey, let me tell you, do you still remember where Lai Toad is now?"
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
There are several types of bandits. The bandits who are a ragtag group of bandits plus the members of the Huidaomen who are dancing to the gods have no fighting power at all. For details, see Zhangnan Bandit...
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