The reason why classic tactics are classic is that they can destroy the enemy's defense line to the greatest extent and achieve great enemy-killing effects.
Frontal attack and flanking are all understood by grassroots commanders. The crab tactic passed down by our ancestors has once again shown its power.
The Ninth Battalion and the Second Battalion had only surrounded the bandits once. Although their tactics were not that skillful, they were able to face off against the security forces again in a small area, which was quite decent.
The security forces trained by Japanese instructors also learned to place warning posts outside their positions: "Stop, what are you doing?"
Under the moonlight, someone from a team of more than ten people called out: "Hey, don't shoot, I'm Wu Hegui, Deputy Commander Wu of the Bali Battalion sent reinforcements."
"Reinforcement?" The sentry lying on the ground was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised his gun: "The gun was fired and you came... Did you grow wings and fly here?"
"Hey hey hey, we are bringing food here... we happened to pass by here, didn't we run into each other?" Wu Hegui, who had a bayonet on his waist, almost cried.
The two sentries finally realized that the voice that spoke was indeed Wu Hegui, who often delivers food: "Brother Hegui? Uh... it's really you... are you crying in mourning? Why are you here so late today?"
The person next to Wu Hegui shouted: "The mule cart broke down on the road..."
The sentry immediately expressed his kindness: "You have to wait for a while, and those guerrillas will be wiped out in a while. I will ask the squad leader to find some brothers to help you..."
The other sentry next to him was not confused. Didn't this guy just say he was here for reinforcements? It's almost time to ask for help...
Now this is a battlefield, and the sound of gunfire on the riverbed below is as loud as rain. Instead of taking the main road to deliver food, you come here with a dozen people delivering food to watch the fun?
Without allowing him to think too much, the man next to Wu Hegui across the street started talking to the two dark men as they walked: "Hey, let me tell you, who is this person beating?"
The sentry who spoke earlier subconsciously replied: "It should be the guerrillas."
"You will be rich this time! Don't forget me then."
The sentry next to him couldn't help but scorned: "You want to share the rewards just for the fun of it...just go ahead and daydream!"
While they were talking, a few dark figures walking in front slowly approached the two sentries. Seeing that they were their own people, the two sentries stopped lying on the ground and stood up directly.
According to regulations, when strangers approach the battlefield, even if they are one of your own, they have to verify their identity, but they are old acquaintances, so there is no point in checking.
Ma Liang, who stepped forward, waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him immediately stepped forward with their guns drawn.
The sentry suddenly discovered that walking behind Wu Hegui in front, a bayonet was dazzling in the moonlight.
In a daze, he was about to raise his gun, but he was kicked backwards by two black figures who suddenly accelerated and ran up to him, and a bayonet stabbed into his chest.
And the sentry next to him had the same ending as him.
The sentry still hissed sharply, and then stretched out his hand in extreme pain and confusion to try to hold the bayonet that had been inserted into his chest. The man with the bayonet immediately stepped on his throat hard, and he clearly heard his throat bone. There was a cracking sound, and someone seemed to be preaching next to him: "To make such a big noise, I told you that the bayonet should be thrust horizontally when thrusting, but you just didn't listen. Now it's stuck and you can't pull it out, right?"
The sentry felt his body being pulled up by the coldness that penetrated his body, and then heard a snap. The intense pain was unbearable anymore.
He even heard the last few words in his life: "...You bastard, you can break the bayonet of anyone you stab..."
The sentry's life came to an end under the moonlight.
Before he died, someone was complaining: "This bayonet is definitely not authentic, it doesn't even have any elasticity!"
"Hey, it's really strange. Even if the bayonet becomes bent... it can't be broken, right?"
The sentry's scream before his death did not attract the attention of the security forces in the distance, because there were so many screams in the river bed closer!
To the other side of the river embankment.
in the dark.
The girl who had been staring at the moonlight in the west called out crisply: "Hey, Ma Liang is already in place!"
Hu Yi saw the team in the river bed quickly flanking the retreating team supporting the injured security forces.
"beat!"
Next to Hu Yi, Luo Fugui immediately put the butt of the machine gun on his shoulder. His dirty face that had not been washed for several days immediately came close to the butt of the gun. With a clatter, the bullet was loaded. The muzzle of the machine gun shook violently. A tongue of flame flashed at the muzzle, and the ballistic trajectory pointed directly at the river. A machine gun was firing happily across the embankment.
A flurry of bullets raged through the machine gun positions of the security forces, passing through flesh and blood, and continued to spin in the darkness, clearing everything that stood in the way.
The machine gun of the security forces was immediately silenced, and another machine gun was fired. The target was also the machine gun group of the security forces. The machine gunner of the security forces was penetrated by bullets before he could fall down.
Two continuous tongues of fire flashed out in the dark night like two star-shaped gods of death, tearing apart the moonlit night on the river embankment at once.
The sound of machine guns signaled the start of the battle, and the sound of rifles on the river embankment followed in a line that stretched for nearly a hundred meters.
The security forces were pinned down on the river embankment by two sudden machine guns and dense rifle bullets and did not dare to raise their heads. They were dizzy and had only one thought: What kind of guerrillas are here?
The main force of the Eighth Route Army has arrived!
The river bed was not wide at first. The retreating group of thirty or forty large-brimmed hats were still on the gentle slope. When they heard the gunfire, they fell to the ground in fear. However, they forgot that this was called a straight slope, and there was no way they could find terrain where they could take cover. .
Wu Laosi was lying on the ground in a daze. Fortunately, his platoon leaders were quite capable and immediately shouted: "Get down and fight back. Don't panic. Get down and fight back!"
The river embankment is higher than the ground. As long as you retract your head, the bullets coming from the opposite side will not hit anyone at all.
The security forces are not a ragtag group like bandits. They have been trained. Of course, there are observers in the team. At this time, the guy was braving the rain of bullets, stretching his head to observe from time to time, and reporting the battlefield situation to Wu Laosi.
In this wave of fierce shooting from the opposite side, the platoon of security forces who did not go down the river embankment suffered only minor casualties.
It's just that the security forces still on the slope were directly out of luck and were constantly being targeted by people on the other side!
After Wu Laosi came back to his senses, he finally saw clearly that there were muzzle flashes everywhere on the opposite river bank. His first thought was to evacuate, but there were still so many brothers on the river bed. It seemed unjust to just run away like this! Withdrawing his head and hesitating, he reported to the observer based on his feeling that although the guerrillas were fighting fiercely, he would definitely be fine lying down behind the river embankment.
Observers continued to report casualties. When the opponent's machine gun fired, the brothers on the river embankment were immediately stunned. Except for the machine gunner, not many died at all!
Since the other party's bullets can't hit me at all...then why not run away? How embarrassing would it be to be chased away by the guerrillas?
Thinking of this, he immediately raised his voice: "Hit me, hit me hard, cover the brothers below the river embankment and retreat!"
Seeing that the company commander finally took command personally, his platoon commander immediately followed suit: "Brothers below, what are you still doing in a daze? Get back up!"
Wu Laosi pulled out his beloved oar, without even showing his head. As the bullets kept hitting the river embankment, he raised his gun to the other side of the river and emptied the magazine!
In the darkness, he still didn't know how far he was to the river embankment on the opposite side. It was estimated to be 180 meters. Anyway, shooting would embolden his courage. As for whether the pistol bullets could fly to the opposite side and hit the target, how could he still do it at this time? Can handle so much.
The gunshots came in waves, and he didn't think about whether the other side was guerrillas at this time!
People kept climbing back from the river embankment, which made him feel relieved.
The flash of light on the opposite side seems to be a lot sparser. It seems that the guerrillas are always guerrillas. They shouldn't be able to reload their ammunition, right?
Attention was almost entirely focused on the opposite side of the river embankment, so that no one, including the security army observers, noticed that not far behind the security army position, a vague shadow squatting on the ground gradually blurred into an arc. .
With the river embankment blocking the bullets, the team speeded up silently, slowly closed up, and rushed directly to the river embankment.
Getting closer and closer to the river embankment, the originally sparse team began to gather.
Some of the security forces who were bent on escaping occasionally turned back, and finally discovered the large black shadow running towards them from behind.
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