The plains are vast and vast as far as the eye can see.
The puppet troops were not stupid. In order to prevent the guerrillas from sneak attacks, they forced the nearby people to fill up the ditches near the gun towers with soil.
The vast plains were crisscrossed with ditches, which provided a lot of convenience for the Eighth Route Army's activities deep behind enemy lines.
Without a telescope, a normal person can hardly see a person five miles away.
A group of imperial troops riding bicycles were strolling on the plains.
In the ditch where the imperial army left their positions, there were more than forty ragged students from the division hiding.
Behind them are the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion responsible for protecting the safety of the leader and soldiers from the division.
Through a few words, the students in the division finally found out the details of the students next to them. Some of them were from the 9th Battalion of the Independent Regiment!
Yes, I don’t know him, but I’ve heard of it.
Someone immediately thought of the little pigtail of the Independent League who read out the list of names for half an hour when concluding the commendation on the rostrum last year.
The students simply chose to forget about yesterday's fight and gathered around the mortars, grenade launchers, heavy machine guns, light machine guns, and ammunition boxes that had been assembled and placed on the door panels to talk.
He stretched out his hand to touch the barrel of the cannon, and his eyes, which were wider than eggs, were gleaming like a wolf.
In the newly dug ditch, more than a dozen telescopes were placed in a row in the ditch.
The leader is Crazy Yang, this man can sing bird songs, speaks few words and is ruthless.
Wang Liujin walked second, turning his head from time to time to mutter to Hu Yi on the bicycle behind him.
There is an inside line organized by the enemy's engineering department in the turret, and the battle strategy has already been formulated.
See if you can capture the prominent turret without firing a single shot, and then replace all the people in the turret with soldiers from the division.
The time is chosen next, because the Japanese instructors will change their defenses and return to the county every half month.
After lunch, the convoy arranged by the Japanese sent the Japanese who were on guard to the blockhouse near the ditch, and then took the Japanese instructors in the blockhouse back to the county town.
The chief went to the division for inspection and did not come back, so he arranged for staff from the Enemy Industry Department to accompany the student team on an on-site inspection to understand the situation between the enemy and ourselves.
A staff member of the enemy's Ministry of Industry disguised himself as a Japanese soldier and followed him to the artillery tower.
The target gun tower is located at the junction of Hua, Tang and Neihuang counties.
Some time ago, the turret was passed by the Eighth Route Army, and the enemy strengthened its defense.
The turret was more than ten meters high and divided into three floors. New trenches were dug around the brick-and-earth turret. All the soil within a hundred meters was leveled and not a single weed was left.
At night, several fires are lit around it, and with the searchlights on the top of the turret, it is difficult to approach even at night.
There is a telephone in the turret, and the password changes every day.
The puppet observation post on the top of the turret had already spotted an unidentified bicycle team approaching from a distance.
Except for the puppet troops who were to take over the defense at night, the other puppet troops opened their eyes and looked south.
It wasn't until the team was about three miles closer that they could barely see that it was the imperial army coming.
The students in the Ninth Battalion are relatively calm. Who can be a platoon leader in the Ninth Battalion and not climb out from the dead?
There are countless battles, big and small, and the enemy's aircraft and artillery are more exciting than this.
He had a 38 cap on his back and a shell gun stuck under the Japanese military uniform.
How can you feel nervous when carrying a small turret?
The most nervous person in the enemy's engineering department read numerous battle reports and also shouted out ambush battles twice.
But it was the first time in my life to put on the Japanese military uniform and carry the gun tower.
The first time he brazenly approached the turret while sitting on the back seat of a bicycle, his muscles all became stiff due to tension.
The turrets are getting closer
You can all see the circles of heat sinks on the barrel of the Type 92 heavy machine gun on the firing hole of the turret.
If he were allowed to ride a bicycle, he would probably be lying in the ditch next to the dirt road by the time the bicycle company was there.
When two puppet soldiers were letting go of the bridge and the other two Japanese soldiers were standing on the opposite side of the suspension bridge with their legs spread apart, seemingly without any suspicion, he felt a little calmer.
Perhaps because it was daytime, there were no puppet troops in the trench bunkers around the gun tower.
He prayed in his heart that nothing would go wrong at this time!
Yang Chengzhi at the front jumped off his bicycle and greeted the Japanese birds on the other side of the blockade ditch.
With the sound of a bicycle clattering to a stop, he quickly jumped off the back seat of the bicycle and found that his legs seemed to be shaking violently.
It’s not like I’ve never passed enemy gun towers before, but this time I don’t know why I’m so nervous.
He looked sideways at the students from the division who were studying with the team. The two were even more unbearable. One of them had a pale face and his movements were extremely unnatural, while the other's eyes were dull like a fool.
He could understand the birdsong. Yang Chengzhi was asking the Japanese if they had just changed defenses and if they had anything to eat. Then he casually asked the enemy for the password.
boom.
My heart trembled, and I resisted the desire to draw my gun. The suspension bridge finally came to the edge of the blockade ditch in a burst of dust.
On the other hand, those in the Ninth Battalion were silent and expressionless, just like men with a straight face who came home from a day's work.
He didn't quite understand why they were so calm.
The Japs blocking the ditch were chatting and laughing with the man named Madman Yang.
In constant anxiety, he followed the team across the suspension bridge like a machine.
Liu Yuanqing, who was at the back, was lecturing the puppet army with a straight face.
There are two sentences in Chinese among the ten bird songs. It can be heard that this person is very proficient in bird songs. He also wants to say a few bird songs, but is afraid that his own bird songs are not proficient.
Seeing that the team had all crossed the suspension bridge, Madman Yang and the Japanese had already entered the turret. At this time, he slowly exhaled a long breath.
His task was to guard with Liu Yuanqing the two puppet troops guarding the Suspension Bridge over the Seal.
The two puppet soldiers kept their faces shy, with flattering smiles on their faces.
He finally plucked up the courage to ask Liu Yuanqing in bird language: "Why haven't you taken action yet?"
"It's a done deal, why are you so anxious?" Liu Yuanqing said in the same tone.
Seeing the imperial army standing here motionless, one of the puppet soldiers quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket, and another puppet soldier next to him quickly took out a match and lit a fire: "Thank you for your hard work, Taijun."
There was finally a sound on the second floor of the turret, followed by the laughter of the imperial troops mixed with the chirping of birds coming from the shooting holes of the turret.
After waiting until students in Japanese military uniforms waved small flags to the south on the top of the turret, Liu Yuanqing exhaled a puff of smoke and spoke to the puppet soldiers in broken Chinese: "Hey, show me your gun."
The puppet soldier quickly pulled off the rifle and handed it over: "Taijun, my rifle has been well maintained."
Liu Yuanqing pulled the bolt of the gun, pointed the muzzle at the puppet soldier next to him, and said in Chinese: "Why are you still standing there? Let's go."
The two puppet troops didn't know the reason, but at least they knew that the Taijun spoke Chinese well: "Well, we have to close the suspension bridge before we can leave."
Liu Yuanqing shook his head: "No need to accept it, someone else will come over soon."
More than ten minutes later, the students from the division finally arrived to block the ditch.
They couldn't believe this was true. They rubbed their eyes and saw eleven puppet soldiers squatting under the gun tower.
The two Japanese were tied tightly and thrown aside, seemingly forgetting to struggle.
Shouldn't it be that he was knocked unconscious?
Xiao Hongying and Xiong who were following behind dropped their bicycles and ran very fast on four legs, leaping over the crowd and jumping directly into the turret.
Madman Yang was sitting on the Japanese wooden bed on the second floor of the turret, rummaging through the belongings of the Japanese instructor.
He's not very interested in money. Of course, the main reason is that these two devils don't have much money.
What interested him were the newspapers the Japanese brought to pass the time and the Japanese military diaries.
In the past, I could occasionally get newspapers in the mountains, but it was almost impossible to read Japanese newspapers.
With his thoughts on his mind, the Eighth Route Army was actually fighting the Japanese. Although the battle plan was small, this ant-elimination method was much more time-consuming and more effective than his original troops' confrontation with the Japanese in the mountains. The Japanese soldiers were insufficient and one less person died.
After watching it for a while, he stuffed the newspaper directly into his backpack. This scene happened to be seen by the person from the enemy engineering department who followed him in: "You can't keep this thing privately, you have to give it to me."
Madman Yang was stunned for a moment, but he didn't refuse. He threw the newspaper to him, and using the hand holding the newspaper to block his view, he stuffed the Japanese diary on the table in front of him into his backpack.
The man from the enemy's Ministry of Industry took a large pile of newspapers and rubbed his eyes. Could it be that he was dazzled?
You clearly saw a notebook on the table just now, right?
On the first floor, Hu Yi kicked the bear: "There are few villagers on the plain, and it is not a major transportation thoroughfare. The puppet soldiers are very poor."
Luo Fugui was not in a good mood immediately. He looked at Xiao Hongying who was playing with the radio and warned: "With the students from the division watching, it is very risky to do small tricks."
Hu Yi looked at the radio. The little girl's plan to hide it privately this time was indeed difficult to realize.
The little girl looked at Hu Yi: "Fox, please think of a way quickly."
Hu Yi shook his head: "This thing is not worth much, let the mule pay to buy one for you."
Luo Fugui turned around and walked out of the blockhouse with a hopeless expression on his face: "I'm also very poor, okay?"
(End of chapter)
