The Japanese instructor was injured on the battlefield and was only a sergeant. At this time, he finally began to panic.
The guerrillas are making such a big noise, what do they want to do in the occupied areas?
However, it is purely a dream to want to hit the turrets with only mortars!
The phone couldn't get through, and the news about the artillery tower couldn't get out. No matter how powerful the guerrillas were, they couldn't destroy all the phone lines on the plain! Immediately arranged for two puppet bandits to go to the north blockhouse to find a place to call back to the county seat!
The Japanese lieutenant in the armored car saw that the guerrillas did not dare to rush in, and his heart immediately calmed down. Fortunately, those who attacked from the east were not those desperadoes from the Eighth Route Army. Once they gained the upper hand, they would definitely dare to fight even if they were to go up mountains of swords and seas of fire. That kind of life-threatening energy It seems that the son was not born and raised by his parents.
It seems that the "National Army guerrillas" are still that cowardly, afraid of death and dare not charge...
Of course, the Japanese Lieutenant did not know that the Ninth Battalion had never intended to exchange blood for a temporary victory. The Lieutenant only judged based on his experience in many battles with the National Army and the Eighth Route Army.
Since you don't dare to come up, why should I be afraid of you?
More than the amount of ammunition, is the imperial army still afraid of guerrillas like you?
Seeing that there was no movement in the west, he didn't even bother to send a search team, and immediately ordered the entire army to open fire on those despicable guys in the east who only knew how to harass. Nearly a thousand guns opened fire at the same time, and the dense rain of bullets crushed those cowards. Don't dare to raise your head.
The lieutenant immediately gained an understanding of the battlefield. If a team could outflank him at this time, he would definitely be able to catch all those timid rats!
He deliberately sent people to outflank him, but the Royal Association Battalion Commander next to him seemed to be injured and was carried to someone unknown!
The bandit leader named Wang had also been arranged by him to stay in the village south of the blockade ditch.
For a while, there was no way to organize an outflanking force...
Immediately ask the translator to find the company commander of the Imperial Association Army.
For the puppet soldiers and bandits, fighting such a war will do them no good at all. Firstly, it is not about protecting their home and country. Secondly, even if they win the battle, it will not be of much benefit. At worst, the imperial army will issue a few military tickets...
But if your life is lost, everything is lost!
Hearing the translator bent over and calling him in the ditch beside the road, the pseudo-company commander just lay down on the ground and fired eastward, killing him without making a sound.
The figure of a brave puppet platoon leader finally rose up in the rain of bullets. He waved his hands and shouted to his men: "Brothers, the imperial army said that if you kill a guerrilla, you will be rewarded with twenty yuan. Everyone in the second and third platoons listens to the order and immediately follow me to outflank me from the south!"
A certain man opened his big eyes as wide as possible in the darkness, grasped the rifle in Jian's hand, and said excitedly to a puppet soldier next to him in a low voice: "Let's go too, please cover me later, I will kill this iron man on the road." Traitor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fake platoon leader who shouted had already picked up his rifle and rushed out. Behind him, followed a group of crouching figures. Using the road above the ground as cover, they pulled away directly to the south, intending to bypass the battlefield. , outflanking from the darkness in the south.
The two people on the ground saw the black shadow running past them, got up immediately, hunched over and followed the team southward.
The platoon leader, a die-hard traitor, was indeed loyal to the Japanese. He also learned some useful information in the military academy. Seeing that the situation was favorable to him, the sneak attack guys in the east were weighed down by bullets and could not lift their heads. Even if he wanted to evacuate the battlefield, he could only slowly retreat. If you crawl on the ground, you will definitely not be able to run away for a while!
Why don't you beat the drowned dog now?
The panicked team continued to run in the darkness. A certain figure suddenly fell down. The person next to him also stopped and pulled the fallen person up, and then continued to move forward with the team in front.
A fired grenade had already been inserted into the ground.
All the people in the shadow were running with the platoon leader in front, and no one noticed that someone had tampered with the team.
Amidst the chaos of running, a certain puppet soldier turned his head and looked left and right from time to time.
Counting silently in my heart.
He glanced again at the pseudo-platoon leader running in the darkness at the front, and then quietly raised the muzzle of the shell gun in his hand.
Until there was a sudden...boom...in the queue behind.
After the explosion, a crisp gunshot also sounded among the team.
The outflanking team immediately fell to the ground without any suspense.
Even if the puppet platoon leader went to a military academy, no matter how talented he is, he can't make the puppet soldiers change their fear of death!
The puppet soldiers are also human beings. If they are led by a platoon leader, of course they will blindly follow them.
They will do whatever the fake platoon leader tells them to do...
After a while, the platoon leader didn't seem to get up and ask everyone to move on. What did he mean?
How could the puppet soldiers, who were originally afraid of death, care about what kind of medicine was in the platoon leader's gourd?
The platoon leader has not given an order, so just wait!
They had no idea that as soon as the fake platoon leader lay down, a rifle was pressed against his head and then fired!
As for the sound of grenades, who knows if the guerrillas planted mines in advance... just waiting to outflank the unlucky guy?
As for the gunfire after the explosion...
The puppet soldiers were so frightened. If the gun in their hands didn't go off, they would still be able to call the puppet soldiers...
"The platoon leader is dead!" Finally, a voice shouted in panic.
But no one answered.
The people lying on the ground had their own thoughts.
Most people thought that that guy was probably shot in the dark!
As for whether he was really shot in the dark... it's a long story. Everyone is an Imperial Alliance Army... isn't it just for a living?
Are you going to train your subordinates to death?
Besides, everyone knows that there must be spies planted by the Eighth Route Army and the National Army in the team, but everyone just doesn't tell them!
What's more, since that guy is determined to deal with the guerrillas, it wouldn't be a surprise if someone in the team used a dirty gun.
For the living people, they can only turn a blind eye!
If this is discussed, the Imperial Army may conduct another major review of everyone in the team, and then... everyone will be unlucky!
Who would make that person uncomfortable? Isn't he just a platoon leader?
If you die, you will die! You don't even know how to get started with a gun, and you still go to a fucking military academy!
The guerrillas on the opposite side have noticed the movement here, and sporadic bullets are whizzing this way...
The outflanking team lay on the ground motionless. How could they still think about it at this time and kept moving their bodies to find cover.
A big man kicked the man behind him: "Why the hell are you hiding behind me?"
"Hey, you're big..."
"Mom, get away quickly..."
"Hey, hey, hey... don't kick me! Let me tell you something... tell me, this time the platoon leader is dead. Do you still get any money for this outflank?"
"What the hell! I don't think these guerrillas are good. When those guerrillas leave, we can go up again and shoot all the bullets in our bodies. According to our rules, we will get a reward of five yuan!"
The person who asked the question settled the account with his fingers and shook his head: "My father told me that if a guerrilla is not killed this time, he will only be rewarded with five yuan at most... plus this time he came here." Commander Wang paid ten yuan, but there is still a shortfall of ten yuan, which is not enough!"
The big man was speechless and cursed: "Isn't it easy to think about money? I will drill a hole in your arm later. According to our team's injury compensation regulations, won't you get ten yuan more?"
"But...it hurts..."
"Hehe, our brothers are dead and only have fifty yuan for burial expenses. You idiot, one shot only hurts for half a month. Compared with marrying a wife, which one is more cost-effective?"
"Then...do you want a shot too? I'll ask my dad to tell you one too?"
"This is a good idea. Let's secretly talk to the squad leader later!"
"..."
Tian Sanqi and his platoon leader were nestled in a low-lying area. Hearing the explosion coming from the south, his face changed drastically: "Company Commander, Company Commander, has this fucking enemy taken aphrodisiacs? The enemy is outflanking him from the south. ...What should we do?”
Tian San kept his head close to the ground, emptying the bullets in the gun. He looked at the location of the explosion to the south and frowned. The Japanese car should have been beaten to pieces by Li Xiang. The enemy's firepower was so fierce that he couldn't even beat him. He couldn't raise his head, and the entire company had suffered a lot of casualties.
I didn't expect the outflanking enemies to come up so quickly in the dark. If it hadn't been for that explosion, the enemies would have been cut off from their retreat. What a fart!
Thinking of this, he immediately ordered: "Give me my order, one platoon will move south to block the outflanking enemies, and the others will withdraw first!"
The gunshots in the east gradually became sparse, and the puppet soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Blockade ditch south.
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