The wild boar did not run far. It had demonstrated in the darkness just now, expressing its dissatisfaction with the two-legged beast that had intruded into its territory, and then jumped back to its den.
Keep your ears open and hope that the other person will face the difficulties and back out.
But suddenly I heard the sound of clothes hanging on the bushes, and this time I was really angry.
Jumping out of the darkness again.
He saw the dark boar snorting close at hand.
The guerrilla soldier holding a sharpened wooden stick in his hand was delighted: "The wild boar is out, be careful..."
Hearing someone's voice, the wild boar felt even more unhappy. He kicked his hooves on the ground and rushed towards several black figures in the moonlight.
The short-headed guerrilla put his stick on the ground and pointed the tip in the direction of the wild boar.
The arm-thick wooden stick was bent into a half moon by the huge momentum, and the tip pierced the wild boar's thick scalp.
In an instant, the wild boar screamed in the mountain stream.
"It's a pity...it didn't penetrate the wild boar's nose or eyes..." Looking at the wild boar struggling on the ground and turning around to escape, the guerrillas had expressions of regret on their faces.
Although wild boars are stupid, they still have the instinct to run away when in pain.
Follow the beast's path and run north like crazy.
The dozen or so black figures hiding in the darkness on the roadside immediately became vigilant when they heard the screams of the wild boar.
With a hole in its head, the brainless wild boar would not think about the difference between the two-legged beasts in the north and the few people who just stabbed it. Seeing someone blocking the way, he took advantage of his thick skin and thick flesh and ran straight into them again.
After being chased by wild boars in the middle of the night, a class of Japanese soldiers hiding here did not panic.
Three rifles with bayonets were inserted directly into the approaching black figure.
The sound of bayonets penetrating into flesh was heard again, and the bayonet thrust from the back failed to penetrate the boar's heart at all.
After the wild boar went crazy, he didn't care about anything. He kept screaming like a pig was being killed, but he still continued to move forward with the bayonet inserted into his back.
He directly knocked over a Japanese soldier holding a rifle.
The trio of Japs cooperated tacitly and drew out their bayonets one after another and stabbed...
Soon all that was left was the boar's dying grunt.
The Japanese sergeant leading the team knew very well that the wild boar would not rush towards him suddenly, so he immediately ordered the black shadow next to him: "Your group should immediately go along the place where the wild boar came to take a look. There should be some warriors coming from that way. ..”
The guerrillas who followed the grunt of the wild boar lay down in the bushes under the moonlight.
Hearing the voice at this time, he couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.
Almost all the people have moved, and there are no villages nearby.
There were originally no people in the empty mountainous area, but there were actually people here in the middle of the night.
No need to think about it, these people are either sentries of the independent regiment, or the enemies hidden in the mountains as mentioned by the brother troops!
The three men immediately stepped back.
One person went directly back to report the news.
The other two went into the bushes to keep watch.
A person clings to the edge of the cliff...
Soon, three black figures appeared in the moonlight not far away.
"What should we do?" The thin team member in the bushes was so nervous that his voice trembled.
The stocky hunter lowered his voice: "Don't worry, as long as we don't speak, they can't see us..."
The three figures remained vigilant, holding rifles and heading south along the mountain wall one after another.
When the captain heard what the guerrillas who came back to report had finished, he immediately made a judgment: "Battle Commander Hu said that there were only five people they scouted forward, and now there are more than a dozen people here. They are definitely not comrades of the Independent Regiment. Everyone is Get ready, don’t use the gun later, just use the knife!”
The distance between the two sides was not far from each other, but after a while, the three searching Japanese soldiers were close to about 30 meters.
The dispersed team headed straight into the bushes, not caring about the thorns that scratched their faces and their patched clothes.
Soon, even the elites who had been knocked unconscious and tied into rice dumplings were stuffed into the bushes.
The air was filled with the faint smell of blood flowing from the wild boar.
No one spoke in the bushes under the moonlight.
The three people who came back were silent.
The guerrilla leader immediately knew that the two soldiers scouting in front must also be hiding in the bushes.
The reason is simple. If the reconnaissance soldiers walk back, they definitely don't need to adopt such a vigilant posture.
Under the moonlight, all the people in the bushes silently held the spears and swords in their hands.
Still waiting in the bushes under the moon.
Three vigilant shadows kept approaching.
The guerrilla captain stood up suddenly while half-kneeling, and thrust the spear in his hand directly at the throat of the Japanese in the middle.
The spear in the hand of the guerrilla next to him stabbed the Japanese in the abdomen almost simultaneously.
Immediately afterwards, soldiers in groups of two rushed towards the Japanese who were following behind.
The little devil behind was always vigilant and reacted immediately when the attack started. With the bayonet in his hand, he subconsciously pushed away a spear that was rushing towards the bushes next to him.
Then he stabbed the despicable attacker with his bayonet.
With a popping sound, the other person in the group of two immediately thrust the spear into the Japanese's throat accurately.
The guerrilla waiting nearby slashed the neck of the Japanese who was spitting blood without hesitation with his big knife.
In just a few seconds, the two people must have practiced it countless times, and they cooperated extremely well, without a trace of hesitation or sloppiness.
Although they lack guns and ammunition, they usually do a lot of training.
It was my first time to participate in a battle. Apart from being nervous, I had no fear at all.
The three Japs fell in a pool of blood, their heads half connected to the neck staring hard with their triangular eyes, seemingly regretful...
I regretted why I didn't pull the gun in advance. At least firing before death could serve as a warning to the sergeant behind me.
A spearman had already grasped the rifle on the ground, his voice trembling: "Captain, could you kill the wrong person?"
"You see clearly, only little devils wear crotch cloth!" The captain took off the corpse's pants directly, and finally let out a sigh of relief, with excitement in his tone: "I took you out for training before, you have all seen it, little How do the Japanese treat our people? Not only do they burn, kill and loot, they also humiliate my sisters and compatriots. To the enemy... kill them! No mercy!"
When I think of the tragic scenes I saw when I came out of the mountain, the tension in the hearts of the soldiers who killed the enemy every time turned directly into anger: "Kill them...no mercy..."
As a guerrilla force in the mountains, they spent most of their time in contact with friendly forces and had almost zero combat experience.
However, because it is adjacent to friendly forces, there are often teams passing by this area. Over a long period of time, I have also learned a lot of basic combat skills.
After the initial battle was successful, two guerrillas moved forward to support them.
The remaining people immediately began to clean the battlefield, and soon the crotch cloth on the corpse was also pulled off.
"Captain, what should we do with these three corpses?"
"Wild boars will not appear alone. There must be a group of wild boars nearby..." With nine against three, they won a complete victory. The guerrilla leader kept reminding himself to be calm and dispose of the corpse... After thinking about it carefully: "Throw the corpse in Bushes, feed the pigs!”
"Then how do we prove the number of enemies killed to our superiors?"
"Whatever it is is what it is. Will our superiors still accuse us of lying?"
Just talking.
The two guerrillas responsible for reconnaissance at the front retreated together with the two people who had just gone to help. The hunter shouted: "Captain...it's not good, our actions just now attracted more enemies...there are ten several..."
The middle-aged captain immediately shouted: "Why are you panicking? This area is our territory. Quickly set up animal traps on the ground. Aren't there just a dozen or so little devils? He arrived just in time. He will injure them here first." A few, and then slowly drag them to death like wild dogs!"
One soldier hesitated: "We will fight the enemy later. The prisoner we captured just now is a burden. How about...killing Suanqiu?"
"You brat, how dare you turn a deaf ear to the 'Eight Points of Attention'?" The guerrilla leader looked up at the sky with a dark face. There were more enemies than him. If he took prisoners to deal with the Japanese, he would really be asking for trouble!
If the enemy targets him, who knows what the consequences will be. Thinking of this, he muttered: "Hey, why has the moonlight become darker? Don't let the prisoner fall to death later..."
"Hehe...Captain...don't worry..."
"Stop being so nagging, quickly set up a trap, and everyone else should retreat quickly..."
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