The puppet company commander is not simple.
When the two machine guns not far ahead rang out, he turned around, screamed, and ran back without any hesitation.
That speed is definitely faster than a rabbit!
At this time, he had long forgotten that he was the commander of the team. The pseudo-platoon leader with him was also not slow to respond and followed closely behind him.
The fake company commander was not stupid. He did not run in a straight line, but swung left and right with his platoon leader, so that the pursuers behind him fired several shots, but the bullets just whizzed past him.
Turning back intentionally or unintentionally while running, he saw that almost all of the platoon he had brought fell to the ground in the first wave of shots from the opponent. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead, but based on years of experience, he definitely knew that It’s more death than life!
The number of people on the other side... is about the same as the number of men he brought with him, about the same platoon!
Obviously, the other party came prepared!
He was only a little surprised that those people were all wearing uniforms of the security forces!
But he was wearing ordinary people's clothes. Could it be a misunderstanding?
This possibility is unlikely, the Eighth Route Army likes to play these tricks, and I have even heard of the Eighth Route Army pretending to be the imperial army and "cheating" everywhere!
If I hadn't made the decisive decision to escape just now... If I had lied down on the spot, I might have been able to lead the brothers to a shooting match with each other, but the final outcome would have been to be killed by the guerrillas who rushed out of the ditch. !
I always thought that my own men were torturing the village, so I didn’t send any top soldiers! Really careless!
The people chasing behind did not give up. They ran and chased each other at a distance of three to four hundred meters, and kept firing cold shots after them.
If someone could be hit by a bullet at such a long distance...while running, how unlucky would it be?
But he now believes that he must completely throw off the pursuers behind him for about a mile to really save his life!
Full of resentment, the pseudo-company commander did not dare to waste a moment and continued to flee south.
Behind him, the pseudo-platoon leader was out of breath: "It's over... Big brother... our brothers... it's all over..."
The pseudo-company commander swung his legs quickly: "Keep the green hills here...don't be afraid of running out of firewood. We will go back later...just say that we have encountered the main force of the Eighth Route Army, and ask the imperial army to come and make the decision for us!"
After all, human physical strength is limited. Even if they are trying to escape now, the speed of the two of them is gradually slowing down!
The harder you run, the worse your stamina is!
The three puppet soldiers with large brimmed hats who caught up behind them were still following closely in the distance from where they came from, and they were completely in a rhythm of killing them all.
However, the speeds of both sides are almost the same. The person in front is trying to escape, while the person chasing behind is trying to complete the task. Therefore, the distance between the two sides gradually widens.
The possibility of being hit by a bullet now... was almost non-existent. The pseudo-company commander suddenly stopped, squatted on the spot, pulled the gun, pulled the bolt, pushed the bullet into the chamber, and fired a shot at the pursuer behind him in one go.
Unexpectedly, the people who were running away in front of them had the courage to fight back. The three pursuing soldiers were shocked. The bullets hit the ground not far in front of them and raised a cloud of dust.
The three of them quickly lay down on the ground and shot at the backs of the two deserters in the distance.
Bang bang bang...
Three bullets flew out of the muzzle one after another. Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and the bullets that were hurriedly released did not yield any results.
Seeing that the pursuers behind him finally gave up, the pseudo-company commander finally stopped, holding his rifle in one hand and pressing his knee with the other to breathe heavily. land
boom...
The dull sound of gunfire came from the sunlit wilderness to the east of the two.
The panting pseudo platoon leader fell down at the sound, and the pseudo company commander quickly threw himself down on the spot, then twisted his neck and looked east.
A hundred meters away, a faint smoke of gunpowder was drifting in the wind under the sun, and half a head emerged from the ditch, seemingly loading a bullet and preparing to shoot again!
When a tiger falls in peace and is bullied by a dog, how dare anyone dare to attack me, a company commander of the security army?
Do you really treat me like a soft persimmon?
The pseudo-company commander raised his gun, held his breath and closed his left eye, watching the rear sight moving up and down and left and right at the position of his head. He pulled the trigger based on his feeling, and a bullet rushed out of the gun chamber.
He didn't look at the results at all. He turned to look at the fake platoon leader who was yelling next to him: "Hey, where is the injury?"
"The arm was shot..." The pseudo platoon leader looked in pain.
Poof...
A bullet penetrated the body of the platoon commander next to the pseudo-company commander.
boom...
Only then did I hear another gunshot from the east.
This time my subordinates just groaned...
The screams were also much quieter.
The pseudo company commander was stunned for a moment.
This is impossible!
The gun just now clearly hit that half of the head!
The pseudo company commander suddenly felt anger welling up in his head. Is my marksmanship so bad?
Seeing the platoon leader running back with him, he was shot again in the chest, staring with dead eyes, twitching constantly...
Two people ranked fifty or sixty, and now only one is left?
The puppet company commander in the breeze felt so anxious that his vision went dark and he almost fainted. After regaining his breath, he stretched out his hand to wipe the eyelids of his platoon leader with a firm look in his eyes: "I will definitely come back!"
Expressing his determination, he bounced up from the ground and no longer cared about the despicable attacker to the east.
All the way south, running with big strides.
He knew very well that running south was equivalent to facing the despicable attackers from the east sideways. If he could hit himself, he would definitely die, and no one would be able to save him.
In the ditch to the east.
The despicable sneak attack fired three times in a row, but none of them hit the guy running south quickly. He pressed a row of bullets into the gun, raised the gun again, and saw the guy running further and further away. He just mentioned Give up.
He picked up the big-brimmed hat next to him and looked at the two holes on the front and back. If he hadn't just disliked the discomfort and obstruction of wearing the big-brimmed hat, he put it aside and said that the bullet he had just fired would have opened his heavenly spirit cap!
The one who escaped was definitely better at shooting than him. As a scout, he still knew this.
Captain Ma made such a big move that he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to. If this guy ran away, he would just run away. Didn't he leave one behind?
That guy just left in a hurry...
The gun of the guy who was killed by me is still there, so the bullets in his body...
...
Fifteen miles west of Bali Camp.
Dongjie Village.
A puppet soldier in military uniform trotted to the entrance of the village: "Report to the leader! There was a firefight in Xiliuli Village, and the fighting was fierce..."
Captain Wu was in his early thirties, with a fair face and a tall figure. He was wearing a black silk robe and frowned: "Have you figured out who the two warring parties are? How big is the scale of the war?"
"One side is our people...the other side is the guerrillas. They are a bit far away. I couldn't see clearly in the telescope...probably...maybe...it should be our people who have the upper hand!" reported the message! The puppet army quickly stated his guess.
"What the hell, maybe, maybe, should, give a detailed report of what you saw!"
"Well, after we heard the gunshot, we rushed to the place where the gunshot was fired. We only saw our people cleaning the battlefield...then...the fifth cousin asked me to come back to report the news..."
"Has there been any news from people in other directions?"
"Uh, Commander, didn't you say that all the ministries should remain silent? So, after dawn, all the ministries hid as planned..." A puppet soldier next to him reminded carefully.
"It is a taboo for a general to not know his soldiers!" Wu Jinshan calmly ordered with a sullen face: "Let the correspondent establish contact with the ministries immediately!"
He wanted to know who dared to disobey his orders and take action outside Bali Camp without authorization!
It should be said that some adjustments will be made to the next plan.
The map placed on the table at the entrance of the village is clean, with neat creases on it, and everything is on the surface... This commander is definitely a neat general.
However, except for the troop layout and a few arrows, there is nothing on it...
Commanding such a large-scale battle...
This is the first time for Wu Jinshan.
He was one of the first party members fifteen years ago, but he had been working underground and had been fighting the reactionaries for a long time before the Japanese came.
When the Japanese were about to attack, the national army and the government ran away together!
Because of his seniority, he was naturally appointed as county secretary by his superiors. At the beginning, he was unable to fight a small-scale guerrilla war with the Japanese and puppet troops...
Although the current battle he has staged has long exceeded his command ability, he still believes that the county brigade and district squads that were once his subordinates are equipped with old sleeves, shotguns, shuttlecocks, and guillotines. In addition to occasionally fighting on weekdays, How could a team of mud-legged people who spent most of their time farming with hoes and didn't even know a few Chinese characters in an ambush be an opponent of someone like him who had gone to normal school and was highly educated?
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