The correspondent on a bicycle rushed to the village, threw his bicycle to the guards guarding the political commissar at the gate of the courtyard, walked into the courtyard and shouted: "Company Commander Luo... Company Commander Ma... have already contacted the enemy... On fire..."
Hu Yi raised his head and asked calmly: "Where is it? The specific situation!"
"The scout said...at Bali Camp...ten miles to the southwest..." The correspondent breathlessly pointed at the map in front of Hu Yi: "We found...enemy car wheels just outside the village... The newly pressed prints... indicate that there are Japs in that village..."
Hu Yi frowned: "The enemy's strength...firepower situation?"
"There shouldn't be many people. The number of Japs will not exceed one squad... The puppet army should be one company!"
The political commissar suddenly stood up: "There are about 300 people in the town, and the enemy's peripheral team is found in the west? Haha, the dog traitor really thinks highly of our division. This response of the surnamed Wu should have pulled out all the family wealth!"
Hu Yi looked at the map and thought quickly. The man named Wu definitely wanted to wipe out all eight routes in the defense zone by launching such a large battle!
If he hadn't happened to be here, then the partition would have been more disastrous if he really took action.
Thinking of this, Hu Yi turned to look at the political commissar: "The enemy should have a regiment now! What instructions do you have?"
The political commissar slammed his fist on the table: "I will go to the south to command the division team. You will double-team from the north and attack those Japs first!"
It should be very difficult for us to cope with the nine battalions.
The political commissar shook his head: "We don't need to consider the common people this time. Besides, the puppet troops are not Japanese. Firstly, they have difficulty communicating, and secondly, they adopt the technique of separate attacks and combined attacks, which just gives us the opportunity to defeat each one!"
Then our previous plan to pull out the puppet troops in the town has now changed.
The political commissar agreed with Hu Yi: "Yes, we have to find a way to suppress the puppet troops in the town! In this way, you lead the team to kill those Japs, and I will lead the divisional team to block the puppet troops in the town. come out!"
Hearing this, Hu Yi, who was across the table, finally stood up and shouted an order toward the door: "Everyone assemble!"
After saying that, he walked to the wall, took off his satchel and slung it over his shoulder. He removed the shell of the gun and inserted it into his back, hung a rifle on his shoulder, and then picked up the rifle leaning against the wall.
The political commissar grabbed Hu Yi, who was hanging equipment on his body, and pulled off the shell gun from his shoulder: "It's been a long time since I did it myself, leave one for me to use!"
The political commissar left in a hurry with the guards. Now he had to go around to Li Huanzhang in the south and lead his team to set up defenses on the western side of Bali Camp!
Hu Yi threw the rifle on his back and went straight out.
In the open wilderness outside the village, the soldiers have already assembled under the command of Li Xiang.
Hu Yi came to the team and spoke loudly: "Mule and Ma Liang have been at war with the puppet army in the west. This time the situation is special. According to the scout's report, there is a small group of Japs in the southwest of Bali Camp. Now I order the team to be divided into two groups. One group followed me on bicycles to immediately reinforce Mule and Ma Liang, and the rest ran with Captain Li Xiang to about three miles west of Bali Camp to use ditches to build fortifications and cooperate with the divisions to prevent the puppet troops in the town from leaving the city!"
The plains were desolate and silent under the spring sunshine.
The wheels of the team of sixty people riding bicycles at the front broke through the dry and hardened ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and heading west about five miles north of Bali Camp, followed by a team of more than a hundred people running behind.
...
The village is in sight to the north.
The pseudo-company commander led a platoon, running out of breath, wearing his hat on one side and carrying his gun backwards.
It was very pleasant to sing little songs, talk about cross talk and tell dirty jokes along the way.
Hearing that gunshots seemed to be getting sparse in the village to the north, I wasn't even worried.
It was reported that there were more than ten or twenty guerrillas in the village, and they had been surrounded by their platoon leaders.
We sent reinforcements along the way, and couldn't think of anything else to say other than directly crushing them.
The pseudo-company commander stopped urging and pushed his crooked dog-skin hat with a shy belly: "I said, don't wait until we arrive, everything is over in the village."
The platoon leader under his command shook his head, raised his toad eyes and looked ahead: "Didn't you see the village? Ten or twenty guerrillas will always catch two alive, just in time for the new brothers to come." Let’s see blood!”
The pseudo-company commander tilted his lips and nodded: "If you don't see blood as a soldier, how can you still be called a soldier? I said, have you brought all the lamp oil? Don't run out of oil when you light the sky lanterns later!"
A puppet soldier patted the two kettles on his waist, raised his eyebrows with ferocious eyes, and said loudly to the puppet company commander: "Hey, how can we forget this fun... two kettles!"
As we got closer and closer to the village, gunshots suddenly erupted again in the village. Valley cypress
The puppet company commander led a platoon of puppet soldiers, and they no longer formed a column. They dispersed in a chaotic manner about a mile outside the village. With the gun in hand, they jumped straight into the village with their waists bent.
The pseudo-company commander habitually lagged behind and shouted proudly to the front: "Be careful later, don't hurt your own people!"
...
Under the sun, in a shallow ditch, an observer wearing a big-brimmed hat with a piece of dry grass stuck in his mouth growled: "Four hundred meters, two machine guns, thirty-five people, the officer is behind..."
"Hey, could you please take off your hat?" The soldier lying in the ditch outside the village was too shallow to remind the observer.
The observer ignored him and said, "Hey, you know nothing! Even if I shoot them now, when the puppet soldier sees me dressed like this, he won't dare to fight back. He has to say to me: one of our own." !”
Ma Liang ignored the observer Dese, frowned and ordered to the team lined up in the south: "Load the bullets!"
Click...the machine gunner next to Ma Liang pulled the gun and made a loud clanging sound.
Immediately afterwards, there was a clattering sound as the rifle bolt was pulled.
In the village behind them, in addition to the sound of gunfire, the explosion of grenades could be heard from time to time.
The squatting puppet army jumped towards the village. The puppet company commander walking behind always felt that something was wrong. He turned around and asked his platoon leader: "Hey, the second platoon leader has been fighting for so long and can't even reach a village." Come down? Why is there no one outside the village?"
The platoon leader opened his mouth to agree: "That's right. That idiot doesn't even have a battlefield guard post?"
The pseudo-company commander Gou imagined the scene in the village: "All the grenades have been used. It seems...the guerrillas should have been surrounded in a certain yard..."
Thirty-two puppet troops were in front, less than a hundred meters away from the village.
There are no sharp soldiers.
Because gunshots were still being fired in the village, safety was the first priority subconsciously, so no one planned to approach the village first.
It was drawn into a crooked line of skirmishers, with no steps and no due vigilance.
This is called soldiers pressing into the territory!
There is a horizontal ditch outside the village, but of course there is no water.
The pseudo-company commander habitually looked at the terrain outside the village...thinking that if the village was surrounded, the ditch would be a ready-made bunker...
The gunfire in the village seems to have become sparse again...
The puppet soldiers walking at the front seemed to hear someone shouting "Forty meters!"
Before he could figure out what was going on.
A spiritualistic voice began to shout: "Hit!"
At both ends of the ditch ahead, two figures suddenly appeared.
Then, another large-brimmed hat appeared in the middle.
Da da da...
Da da da...
Bang bang bang...
The sound of machine gunfire, intensive volleys of gunfire, and bullets rained down on everyone.
Well-trained puppet troops...have you ever seen this scene before?
Most of the unlucky ones had no time to dodge and fell to the ground after being shot.
Some lucky ones fell down on the spot, almost burying their heads in the hardened sand and smashing their faces.
The pseudo-company commander at the back was lucky. He stared at the big-brimmed hat with triangular eyes. First he was afraid, and then he was angry: "One of our own, don't shoot!"
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