The moon is to the west.
Halfway up the mountainside of Xishanliang where the moonlight cannot be seen.
The flames of the crooked machine gun in Dirty Face's hand began to shine continuously.
Chunking sounds began to echo in the valley.
Bullets roared towards the Japanese camp in the valley.
The thin tent canvas could not stop bullets at all, and screams could be heard from time to time.
The Japs in charge of the alert, no matter what, raised their rifles and started shooting at the string of flames halfway up the mountain.
The Japs began to crawl out of the tent, putting on military uniforms and pulling equipment.
There are regulations for the Japanese camping camp. After being attacked in the middle of the night, you cannot run around freely after coming out of the tent.
The sergeants began to form their teams, and under the leadership of each squad leader, they slowly moved outward to prepare to establish positions.
Before he could fire back, the machine gun suddenly stopped.
The crooked machine gun in Dirty Face's hand became mute.
It wasn't him who was shot, and it wasn't him who was moving.
But the machine gun jammed.
The stray bullets fired by the vigilant Japanese were not accurate at all. The bullets all hit the rocks below the machine gun position and made a puffing sound.
Maybe the Japs couldn't judge the target distance accurately in the dark, or maybe they miscalculated the upward trajectory and should have fired a little higher.
Suddenly, another machine gun fired.
Accompanied by clearly Czech-style arrogant shouts, another barrage crazily sprinkled into the group of gunfire that raised rifles to fight back.
The telescope could only vaguely see the continuous puffs of stone dust and dust on the ground illuminated by the campfire in the valley.
The machine gun's trajectory drew an elegant trajectory, and from time to time there would be flashes of strange blood.
Wherever the ballistic path passed, the invincible elites began to flee in fear. The rifles outside the ballistic path directly targeted the new vent and fired again.
Twenty rounds of ammunition were not fired at all. Luo Fugui directly replaced it with a full magazine. This time, he did not even need to fire bursts, and directly swept away a large area in the most primitive way.
A hail of bullets tore through the Japanese camp.
In the darkness, the commander of the Japanese squadron kept chirping and cursing.
A Japanese soldier grabbed the machine gun tripod that was placed on the stone. He quickly set up a machine gun with a crooked handle. The machine gunner murmured frantically: "Tracer bullets, guide..."
The machine gun sub-shooter presses special rounds into the magazine.
The machine gunner pulled the machine gun and immediately fired back at the Czech position where the flames had just been extinguished.
Three loud pops.
Balls of flame flashed at the muzzle.
Three bright white lights tore through the darkness where the moonlight could not be seen and spread halfway up the mountain.
The Japanese machine gunner gritted his teeth and judged the target and the location of the ballistics.
Adjusting the shooting posture, he fired another three-point shot. After observing again, he shouted: "Rifle shooting, the target position is raised ten meters!"
Then, the other two machine guns set up began to fire back.
It's easier to fight on the mountain than at the bottom, because there are many targets, and you can catch them no matter how you fight!
The targets on the mountain are small, they are also two machine guns. You come and I shoot at each other, but the results are completely different.
Luo Fugui was already rushing up the mountain with his machine gun. He never expected that the Japanese would react so quickly. He only fired two magazines before the Japanese fired back.
This was still at night, so we probably wouldn't be able to take advantage if we continued fighting.
Walking is the best option.
The dirty face was really speechless, and I really wanted to smash the crooked thing. This piece of shit had six rows of bullets and thirty rounds of bullets, and it still hadn't been used up.
The enemy's machine gun counterattack arrived.
Seeing that company commander Luo Fugui had already run away with a machine gun, it was clear that he didn't want to fight anymore.
Holding a crooked machine gun, he greeted Wen Wuquan next to him: "What are you still doing in a daze? Let's go..."
The Japanese sentry immediately approached the machine gun as soon as the gun was fired.
However, what awaited them were two black bayonets.
The Ninth Battalion was different from the Second Battalion, whose bayonets were sharp.
After the Qi Lao bandits came to the Second Battalion, all the bayonets were painted black. There was nothing else in the mountains, and there was a lot of earth paint.
Wang Xiaosan was once suspicious. The bottom of the pot in the cooking class was not black at all.
It is said that if you mix that stuff into earthen paint and then apply it on the bayonet, the color will not fade for ten and a half months...
Two corpses were stripped naked.
The militiamen accompanying the team don't care about the crotch cloth.
If the soldiers hadn't stopped him, he would have cut his flesh...
According to him, he planned to take it back and feed it to the dogs. Listening to the tone of his voice, it was clear...
The mountain is high and the moon is west.
The night breeze is blowing.
Hit twice and then run away, a typical Eighth Route Army harassment tactic.
After firing back a few times halfway up the mountain, they stopped firing when they saw another movement halfway up the mountain.
How could a little devil change his character? If he didn't fight back after being beaten, could he still be called a little devil?
As a result, the mortar was fired directly, and the grenade had insufficient range to fight back.
Soon, the dark western slope was divided into several areas by the Japanese commander.
As long as the Eighth Route Army dares to open fire again, the mortars will definitely make it difficult for the Eighth Route Army to go around!
There is no need to think about the sentry placed on the mountain ridge...
However, until the sky turned white in the east, there was no movement on the mountainside.
...
In the mountain col to the west of the valley.
The fire is blazing, and the porridge must be cooked before dawn, otherwise the smoke can be seen from more than ten miles away at dawn.
"Report, the mark goes all the way south..." A soldier jumped into the mountain col.
"That bastard Li Laoba, didn't he send anyone to return the letter?"
"I don't know this..." the soldier thought to himself, how could I know?
Old Bandit Qi shook his head: "Maybe we missed it. I think we should consider going back and catch up with Commander Hu and the others."
The sentry in charge of guarding the north ran over panting: "Report, the battalion commander sent a correspondent..."
"Where's the correspondent?"
"I ran away and stayed in the north with Ding Si to keep watch. Let me forward this letter to Company Commander Luo Fugui..."
Luo Fugui jumped up. Chief Hu didn't give the letter to the little girl, but to himself. This was so honorable: "What letter..."
He took the note from the guard sentry, went to the fire, and looked at it. He didn't recognize half of the words on it...
He handed the note to Xiao Hongying beside him: "Read it to this company commander!"
Xiao Hongying immediately jumped up and muttered: "The north has been blocked, a large number of Japanese soldiers are sweeping the east, waiting for an opportunity to go south with the district team..."
After not saying many words, Xiao Hongying suddenly asked Li Xiang, who was standing next to him: "What is the opportunity..."
"It means there is a chance..."
Xiao Hongying nodded and added: "The superiors gave an order to break up all the troops in the Tainan area and enter Tainan behind enemy lines..."
"That's not right. The north is blocked. Then Boss Hu and the others..."
"Ask me, how do I know..." Xiao Hongying put away the note: "Let's go to the correspondent in the north to ask about the specific situation..."
More than ten minutes later.
Xiao Hongying squatted in front of the correspondent who had not recovered yet: "What's going on?"
"When I came over, the battalion commander was arranging for the wounded to be sent to nearby villagers' homes for care. He said he would be there shortly."
Xiao Hongying's eyes lit up: "You mean, if Fox doesn't go to the division headquarters, he won't be able to return to the station?"
"A large number of Japanese raiders are encircling the division headquarters. Fortunately, the division headquarters has been moved in advance. The order was originally given to the guerrilla brigade, Pingshun County Brigade, and we happened to be there. The battalion commander and the others should come with the county brigade. "
Daybreak.
A team of two to three hundred people appeared in the valley to the north.
He Dawu was out of breath and saw the motley team standing in the valley.
It has to be said that the soldiers of the independent regiment have many guns and good weapons. Everyone has a gun.
No, most people use Sanba Daigai!
If he hadn't known the militia captain, he would have thought that these people were Eighth Route Army soldiers disguised as Japanese soldiers.
If he knew that each of the soldiers had a shell gun in their backpack, he didn't know what he would think.
With some envy, I looked at the tall and tall Luo Fugui. Needless to say, this must be the Captain Luo that Hu Ying was talking about. He immediately said: "Captain Luo, what are you doing here? Hurry and go south..."
Luo Fugui shook his head: "When did our ninth battalion listen to your command?"
It seems that this is the truth. He Dawu was stunned for a moment, and his face looked a little ugly: "Don't talk nonsense, this is an order from a superior. Your battalion commander Hu should have sent the order..."
The militia captain next to him looked at He Dawu with a worried look on his face: "According to what you said, everyone has left, and you don't want your home in the mountains anymore?"
"What do you know? The superiors asked to escape from the enemy siege and enter the occupied area where the enemy's power is empty..."
Xiao Hongying, who had been watching the excitement, added lightly: "The order we received is to go south only when we have a chance..."
He Dawu sighed: "Then let's go first, you can figure it out..."
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