The bandits were not stupid. They directly used the shooting holes on the courtyard wall of the village's eighth road as observation holes. Some bold bandits also began to use the shooting holes to shoot at dark places in the yard. As for whether they could hit the people in the yard, they were not stupid. People...the bandits don't care, if I can't hit you, I'll throw a grenade and kill you.
Grenades continued to explode at the entrance to the village, mixed with the sound of rifle fire one after another.
From time to time, the strange howls of people injured by grenades could be heard in the yard.
The Eighth Route Army still resisted tenaciously. A bandit who had just scaled the courtyard wall was shot. He fell down outside the courtyard wall and yelled: "I am in the Eighth Route Army, your mother only knows how to shoot black guns!"
No one responded except for the sound of gunfire.
The bandits worked step by step and finally occupied several outer courtyards.
Shawo Village was not that big to begin with, with a total of more than thirty large and small courtyards.
Entering brutal street fighting, every step forward will cost you blood.
The bandits who had already entered the village and had cover gradually became more courageous, and tried their best to drive the Eighth Route Army who had still reached the village step by step towards the center of the village.
Something happened in the south. The bandits who escaped just said that an Eighth Route Army team also appeared in the south, and the commander was organizing an attack with Uncle Qi.
As for what the result of the blocking will be... we don't know yet.
This news made the attacking bandits a little worried, and they couldn't help but slow down the pace of the attack.
In the village.
Li Huanzhang estimated the current situation. The entire southern periphery of the village was in the hands of bandits.
The movement in the south was probably due to the arrival of the division's reinforcements and taking the bandits' retreat. After all, the outer squad alone would never be able to make such a big noise.
He also knew very well that the reinforcements coming should be the county brigade left behind, because the divisional brigade had already moved eastward during the raid by the puppet troops and had definitely not returned yet, so he could not count on it.
The current task is to hold on. As long as the bandits cannot drive straight into the village along the road, the combat effectiveness of the bandits without heavy firepower and fear of death will be greatly reduced, and it will be equally difficult for the bandits to break into the village.
persist in! He must persist until the reinforcements from the Independence Regiment arrive for a long-distance attack. Based on his understanding of Hu Yi, they should be able to arrive before dawn!
Therefore, as long as you persist until dawn, you will win!
Company Commander Zhou led the militiamen to stand firm in the east of the village. The bandits bluffed and fired a few shots before retreating. The bandits in the west were also just feigning an attack!
But as long as the village's counterattack shows signs of weakness, the bandits' feint attack will become the main attack!
The south of the village has now become a semi-circular front facing off against the bandits across the wall.
The current ammunition has become the key! Among the bullets given to them by the independent regiment, there were very few 792-caliber bullets. It was very troublesome to distinguish bullets of other different calibers. Fortunately, they could still stick to the principle of saving.
The bandits were constantly advancing into the village, and he judged based on his feeling that the bandits on the east and west wings would also attack the village at the same time at some point.
And he was not worried about the north of the village because there was no way into the village from the north! The small doors on the walls of certain courtyards have long been blocked up tightly with debris by the militiamen and ordinary people, making it relatively easy to arrange defenses.
Logically speaking, the bandits would not choose to attack in the north, where the terrain is the most complicated. There has indeed been no movement in the north of the village.
As for whether he should send some people over to strengthen the defense, he was a little hesitant!
...
A group of bandits were quietly approaching the southern village from north to south, crawling like rats in the open field.
Less than thirty meters away from the village, where the two fires on the east side were not illuminated, the bandits who were crawling on the ground and marching carefully at the front finally stopped, and a bandit messenger came up from behind, gesticulating and exchanging information with each other. .
The bandit team of 70 or 80 people was immediately divided into two groups. One group looked for ditches and ridges on the spot and prepared to establish shooting positions to cover the attacking bandits.
The rest were still crawling and quietly approaching the village.
For some unknown reason, the two bandits at the front easily climbed outside a courtyard wall in the north of the village, immediately pulled a hand grenade from their back waist, unscrewed the back cover and fired it.
A few pairs of round eyes in the dark night in the shooting holes on the courtyard wall were carefully watching the movements of the two bandits.
Boom...two sounds of cotton hammers hitting each other suddenly sounded in the dark night.
Two feather arrows shot out from the wall.
Being so close and condescending, if you can't hit it, isn't that nonsense?
The two bandits who had just rounded their arms were immediately hit by arrows in the back!
The grenade fell next to it!
Bang...bang...bang...
The bandit covering next to him opened fire, and an archer who shrank his head and took a step slower was shot and fell straight into the yard.
Boom...boom...
Two grenades exploded violently one after another, the ground was shaking, and the body of a bandit next to the explosion point was thrown high and fell heavily.
Within the courtyard wall, a voice asked anxiously: "Mao Tou...how are you?"
Wu Maotou opened his eyes and looked into the darkness. He only felt that the gunshots all around him were very far away. The sky was illuminated by the fire and turned into a strange dark red. He was in a daze for a while. The severe pain at the wound finally reminded him that he had been shot!
His body was covered with dust, and blood began to ooze from the corners of his mouth and nostrils. Sticky blood bubbles flowed across the gray and tender left face, forming a strange ravine that extended to the back of his head. It seeped into the soil drop by drop. There was no red in the dark night. , all brown.
A figure from behind rushed over: "Put him down quickly and pass the kettle to me!"
"He can't survive!" the militiaman holding Maotou and carrying a long bow behind him muttered.
"Get out of here, aren't you just hit by a bullet? Maybe there is still hope, let me see quickly..." The person who spoke directly took the wounded person over, poured water from the kettle to rinse his mouth, and then said smoothly: "Hey, I said Maotou, don’t fall asleep. I will help you take out the bullet in a moment. If you are afraid of pain, just cough hard and cough up the blood that has been choked in the trachea. Do you understand?"
I checked my pulse and it was still beating!
This person seems to be quite experienced: "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and carry him into the house with me, light a torch and let me have a good look!"
Amidst the intensive gunfire from the bandits outside, the wounded were carried into the house.
After struggling for a while, the man finally let out a sigh of relief: "Mao Tou, you are so lucky. You were hit by a pistol bullet. It didn't hurt your lungs. You won't die!"
After saying that, he immediately took out an iron drill as a probe, intending to get out the warhead...
The observation post that had been watching next to the shooting hole was a little confused. After the burst of grenade explosions, the bandits seemed to have retreated into the open field and disappeared.
It's confusing.
There were sharpened wooden stakes stuck in the ground outside the courtyard wall in the north of the village. The attacking bandits could see clearly in the flash of explosions. If they climbed over the wall without climbing into the courtyard wall, they would definitely be stabbed like hedgehogs if they fell!
In the eyes of ordinary people, bandits are fierce and fearless of death, but when it comes to life and death, they immediately retreat.
The small bandit leaders scattered in the open field sat together: "These eight gangsters are really insidious. There are spikes outside the courtyard wall. This job is not easy to do."
"How about we stay far away and throw a few more grenades to blow down the courtyard wall, so we can get in?"
"Hehe, let me tell you, brothers, although Commander Wang and his son are nice to us on the surface, if all our brothers are here, no one will have a gun, even if they have money, what is the use of them?"
"What you said is disloyal and unjust! Do you believe that I will kill you right now?" A young leader next to him immediately scolded him.
"Okay, be loyal. I'll let you be the striker this time. I think if you die, that bitch you raised in Xicheng will take care of you!"
"Fuck you, mother..." The loyal man immediately pulled out his gun.
The two were about to start fighting, but no one around them came to stop the fight.
"Hey, why are you all so stunned? Don't you know how to start a fight?" The one with the gun was stunned for a moment.
Instead, the people next to them twisted their butts and moved to the side. One of them curled his lips and said, "You two have even fired your guns, who dares to pull them? By the way, that black light blind musketeer doesn't have eyesight. If you want to shoot me." ..Don’t I have to suffer in vain?”
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