The sun disappears into the mountain shuttle line in the west.
Two black figures emerged from the woods.
One of them yawned: "Is it almost time?"
"It said after the sun goes down, not when."
"Then you go quickly and enter the city early, otherwise the city gate will be closed and you will have to call for a long time."
"Just scream if you call. It's none of our battalion commander's business if you miss something."
"Li Daluosuo, I will wait here. Remember clearly. If someone calls you after you come out of the gendarmerie, you must tell the truth."
"You think I've never seen the world?"
These two are Li Youde's confidants, and one of them wants to go to the county to report that an abnormality has been discovered in the Luoye Camp Defense Zone.
Another one kept an eye on the movements of the Japanese in the county, and there were bicycles hidden in the woods.
I heard someone calling outside the city gate, saying that there was an emergency military situation in Luoye Village, but I saw only one person on the other side.
The puppet troops opened the city gate
Xinglong Town was attacked. For the first time, the new commander of the military police personally met with him. He looked seriously at the soldiers of the Imperial Alliance Army in front of him and said, "You mean, you discovered that eight roads passed through your defense area last night?"
The soldier nodded: "Because we did not receive the scheduled safety call from the artillery tower in the middle of the night last night, the battalion headquarters initially thought that saboteurs had damaged the Lushuipu telephone line, so the battalion commander sent someone to check the line. He waited and waited, but nothing happened. When I saw the inspection people coming back, I sent a platoon to search after dawn, but as a result, there was no news about that platoon."
The commander of the military police interrupted the verbose guy with a dark face: "When is the last time to report that you are safe?"
"Reporting to Taijun, the chicken crows at the time of the last report of safety. Originally, the gun tower should have called the battalion headquarters, but the operator at the battalion headquarters never received the call, so he went to report to the battalion commander."
The commander interrupted again: "Sent people over today, what did they find?"
"There is no one in the turret, all our brothers are gone, and there are many footprints left on the ground."
"Have you ever found out how many Eighth Route Army soldiers are out there?"
"It's probably less than one or two hundred. The footprints went all the way to the south. The people we sent chased them all the way, but they were ambushed. If we hadn't sent so many people, it would have been hard to predict whether the brothers would survive or die. Battalion Commander After receiving the news of the ambush, I immediately arranged for two companies to go to the county seat for reinforcements. Then I reported to the county seat and found that the phone could not be reached. So the battalion commander sent people to inspect the phone lines and sent me to the county seat to report the news. As a result, I came here. On the way to the county town, I met another Eighth Route Army officer disguised as a detective team to set up traffic jams. The person reporting this is definitely a talented person. If he continues to report like this, he will probably be able to talk about it until dawn tomorrow.
The headquarters had already called to inquire about the attack in Xinglong Town. The commander of the military police was not in a good mood and waved to the military police to take this guy out.
Look at the map and think carefully about what happened in Xinglong Town
It was finally dark.
Night swallowed up the plains.
Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.Bang.
The sound of gunshots rang out suddenly, vaguely from the distance.
One sound, two sounds, four sounds.
Gunshots seemed to be going off everywhere.
There is an increasingly violent situation.
The phones of the security corps, constitutional corps, police force, county government, and military camps in various counties rang loudly, and the phones that had always been open suddenly stopped ringing.
When I shook it again, I found that there was no reaction at all.
Naturally, a local counterattack will not just be carried out by independent regiments against the enemy.
The Japanese seemed to have heard the news and deployed heavy troops along the railway in advance.
In addition to the telephones along the railway line that can be connected, the telephones in most of the forts, strongholds, and towns on the plains have simply become decorations.
Fortunately, the garrisons in counties not on railway lines also have radio stations so they can communicate with each other.
The shift in the blockhouses was cancelled, and the security forces in the stronghold who were sleeping after their shifts were immediately assigned to each blockhouse to strengthen defense.
Failure to get through on the phone means a security incident has occurred.
Police officers and detective teams from various townships and towns outside the county seat, as well as personnel from various strongholds, biked back to the county seat to report.
The military police commanders of each county immediately activated emergency plans and turned on the radio.
The city gates were tightly closed and could not be opened without orders from the imperial army.
Troops stationed in the city were on the city wall one after another, the police force all canceled their vacations, and the county was under martial law.
The entire reconnaissance team was dispatched, climbed the rope ladder from the city gate out of the county town, and dispersed into the dark and vast plains.
The demons and monsters from all walks of life who have been hiding are gearing up and preparing to seize the opportunity to fight.
People in the city keep their doors tightly closed, put door bars on top, and crawl into cellars.
Many people in the villages on the plains, under the instructions of their families, held wooden sticks, hatchets, and red tassel guns.
He resolutely left the village and stood guard at various intersections.
More figures were climbing the telegraph poles.
"Oh, why is this thread so numb to the touch?"
The battle in the town is coming to an end.
I heard that the Japanese had escaped, and there was only one small group.
Gao Yidao thought for a while and asked the correspondent to inform the first company commander to give up the pursuit.
Pre-war intelligence said that there was half a brigade of Japs in the military camp. Who knew if the Japs had set a trap?
Besides, it was getting dark.
Although the number of escaped little Japanese soldiers was not large.
The Second Battalion may not be able to defeat the Japs unless the military camp presses forward.
It must be admitted that the little devil is better at night fighting.
The artillery platoon leader has returned and excitedly reports that the town hall has been blown up!
According to the battle plan, the mission of the Second Battalion was to stop the Japanese. Not a single shot was fired. It seems that the mission has been completed?
Wu Yan has already advanced to the vicinity of the town hall.
Perhaps because it was getting dark, the security forces were still resisting in several yards next to the collapsed town hall. They had no intention of surrendering in the face of the shouts.
Wu Yan didn't hesitate anymore and directly ordered to blow up with grenades.
As a grenade was fired into the nooks and crannies of the Tibetans, a grenade exploded every time the security forces fired a shot. The gunfire near the town hall finally gradually stopped.
Only the north side was still firing.
Battalion Commander Tashiro and He knew very well that reinforcements from the security forces had not arrived.
Instead, they originally fled and were stationed in the gun tower. When the fleeing security forces saw that the Eighth Route Army did not pursue them, they actually organized a counterattack by the fleeing security forces.
Finally, he ordered his third platoon leader to take more than thirty soldiers to the north to reinforce Chen Chong.
The three platoon leaders crossed seven or eight ditches in succession when they heard Chen Chong's shouts. The team was retreating and hurriedly ran into the artillery tower next to the highway to block the security forces coming from the north.
As soon as the machine gun in the turret fired, the puppet troops chasing along the road followed and retreated.
The third platoon leader was curious and asked the guard post: "Hey, didn't you realize that those security forces are really stupid? They don't even know how to take detours from both sides of the road?"
The guard post sarcastically said: "A roundabout way? Hehe, I think you are the stupid one. You didn't see that we have set up ambush positions on both sides of the road. Who dares to come here?"
The third platoon leader was stunned for a moment: "Why does your mouth smell so bad?"
"It's none of your business here. Go and do whatever you need to do."
The third platoon leader did not move. The two companies were always talking about virtue. They took advantage of the machine gun fire flash above the turret to take a closer look. The blockade ditch on the left side of the turret was half filled, allowing people to pass through. There seemed to be a ditch in the distance. The east side also looks the same, forming an overall defense line.
The blockade trench runs from north to south. Its main purpose is to block the Eighth Road in the mountainous area in the west. It has no defensive effect on the Japanese passing by from the north and can only be used as a firepower point.
The reinforced Japanese security forces are not fools and will definitely bypass the gun towers and attack southward from the wilderness.
It was quiet in the dug-out positions on both sides of the road.
Obviously, Chen Chong planned to wait for the enemies coming along the road to arrive. As long as he retreated to the next gun tower, the ambush on both sides would be effective.
Li Huanzhang and Luo Fugui had their arms around each other, and their intimacy made people who didn't know the inside story feel their scalp numb and shiver.
To explain, the power supply used by the little devil is 110 volts.
It is still the same even now, unlike us who are two hundred and two.
(End of chapter)
