Zhang Jiu followed Chen Chong.
Keep asking about the meaning and specific arrangements of each tactical term.
He didn't seem to care at all about the situation being surrounded by bandits.
Being annoyed by being asked all over the place, Chen Chong's words were a bit harsh: "Hey, can you please stop annoying me at this time?"
"Do you think I am willing to follow you?"
"When I met you, I was the squad leader. Now I have been promoted two levels. You still have more than ten people under your command. Are you embarrassed?"
Zhangjiu's face turned dark instantly: "Your mother."
"Both your mother and mine are mothers! Don't think of yourself as a person. On the battlefield, the person who lives longer is the person!"
"I have walked on more bridges than you have walked on!" We have indeed seen many life-and-death scenes.
"Okay, I'll give you a platoon and a machine gun. Can you guard the left wing on the west side of the village?"
"Do you think I'm your subordinate?"
"Can I ask you, old man, to help me for the sake of the battalion commander?" After staying in Jiuying for so long, Chen Chong naturally knew the temperament of this man who came from a gambling family.
"That's not bad," Zhang Jiu shouted to his subordinates, and Pi Dian Pi Dian'er took over the defense on the left wing of the north of the village.
The bandit soldiers entering the village from the west were walking at a very slow pace, not very fast.
The first few bandit soldiers stared wide-eyed and immediately noticed that there seemed to be someone moving in the ditch ahead: "There is something going on."
The bandit soldiers following behind immediately squatted on the spot: "What's going on?"
"I see someone at the end of the ditch." Before he could finish his sentence, the bandit battalion commander behind him gave another order.
The footsteps of the second echelon attacking in the middle began to sound.
…
The village immediately erupted with gunshots.
Some bandit soldiers covered their bullet wounds and screamed in the open field on a moonlit night.
The bandit battalion commander behind immediately ordered the machine gun fire suppressed on the flanks.
Finally, we saw the general location of the shooting in the village, followed by the sound of machine guns.
Da. da da da da da da.
As for when to shoot, it depends on feeling.
The sound reached the ears of the attacking bandit soldiers, and several obsessive-compulsives felt their hearts tremble when they heard it.
The originally advancing team was already lying on the ground. Some of them raised their bodies and raised their guns to fight back, while the other part crawled on the ground amidst the shouts of the bandit battalion commander behind them.
The bandit battalion commander's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his soldiers were extremely fast. This advancement speed was simply not enough, so he shouted again: "Everyone, get up and rush forward. You can break into the village in no time at all. You guys?" Does this coward still have to take so long to poop?"
This curse was new. There were few gunshots in the village, and it seemed that few brothers were injured.
The platoon leaders of the bandit company holding the line in front shouted: "Throw the grenade first, and everyone will follow suit."
The bandit soldiers who brought grenades fired and threw them forward.
Explosions occurred again and again, and the entire open area to the west of the village was filled with smoke and dust from grenades.
People who don’t know better think that some monster is about to emerge from the open field.
After some time, the explosions stopped.
Smoke and gunpowder smoke are floating everywhere, dust is falling from the sky, and the west side of the village is deathly quiet.
The bandits continued to advance, getting closer and closer to the village.
The bandit machine gunner who was suppressing quickly raised his gun muzzle to avoid accidentally injuring his brothers who were attacking in front.
The speed of crawling like a snail is almost the same as that of the detective team.
This has nothing to do with the fact that it didn't work out for three days. It was clear that he could rush out directly in the first quarter, but was cut into three parts by his men.
The bandit battalion commander behind him had a toothache.
Strike while the iron is hot and decisively order the third echelon gathered around to join the offensive camp.
If you need to pull, just hit. If you need to hit, hit hard.
Within three minutes, the west of the village was captured in one fell swoop!
The bandit soldiers attacking along the ditch seemed to have reached their end.
At the end of the originally flat area, a dark shadow suddenly appeared.
Lao Wu, who had killed Jiu's men, stuck out his bald head.
The tripod of a Czech-style light machine gun that had been waiting impatiently stood firm.
Da. Da. Da da da da da. Da.
The machine gun muzzle flashed.
The fingers that are used to pulling on semi-automatic shell guns are not skilled at cooperating with the machine gun trigger.
The machine gun bullets were like peas.
The traffic ditch entering the village is half a person deep and is mainly used to prevent enemy attacks from the north and to prevent the enemy from occupying the village and blocking troops from breaking through to the west.
The bandit soldiers attacking from the west lined up in the ditch and pressed their guns against each other.
The bandit soldiers who were attacking in the open area were stunned for a moment when they heard the sound of machine gunfire, and immediately planned to kill the opponent's machine gunner.
The shell gun in his hand was empty of bullets, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
The opponent's machine gun seems to be hidden in the hole at the end of the trench that leads directly to the village!
Choking gunpowder smoke filled the cave entrance, and Zhang Jiu coughed and screamed: "Escape, go behind the wall and fight again."
The bandits who shot at the entrance of the cave finally figured out what was going on.
The Eighth Route Army actually set up a bunker!
Moreover, the shooting hole is still in the ditch.
So insidious!
This man, who was rich in experience as a bandit, immediately remembered that he had heard about the tunnel fighting on the Eighth Road in Wu'an County, Zhangzhou, more than a hundred miles north.
There was still smoke lingering from the muzzle of the shell gun in his hand.
Without saying hello to anyone, he slowly crawled out of the village while the other bandits who thought they had taken over the village were cheering.
The eight-way machine gun fired once and then disappeared.
The third echelon attack from the open seemed to go well too.
After a long line of bandit soldiers on both wings were killed by machine guns, the bandit soldiers advanced directly to various courtyard walls in the west of the village.
Some bandits immediately discovered that this village seemed different from the villages they often robbed: there seemed to be no way into the village in the entire west!
Well, I can't seem to say that, because there should have been a road, but that road seemed to have recently been built with rammed earth walls.
"No, there is a shooting hole!" The inexperienced bandit shouted in dismay.
Several bandit soldiers who were climbing up the gap in the ruined low wall were also stunned when they heard this.
The Japanese soldiers who climbed over the wall immediately stopped and slipped back.
In bandit jargon, climbing the wall means passing through the gate of hell.
Since someone reminded me that this section of the wall is the gate of hell, anyone who climbs in is a fool.
The Eighth Route Army in the village had previously used these shooting holes to fire out cold guns, and they had killed many bandit soldiers.
Now, not even a shadow of the Eighth Route Army can be seen!
Obviously, the legend that the sky is like the earth on the Eighth Road did not scare the bandit soldiers who were outnumbered.
Bandit soldiers immediately arrived and reported the situation to the bandit company commander who led the attack to the entrance of the village.
The bandit captain thought for a while and immediately used his special skill. The male duck shouted: "Set fire immediately."
The four-character mantra of bandit soldiers: burn, kill, and loot.
Murder for money, murder and arson, kidnapping, extortion and extortion? That stuff is the specialty of hooligans, gangsters, and scoundrels!
Of course, there are a lot of cross-industry talents.
A dozen torches were thrown into the village
Then it was covered with sand that had been prepared earlier.
Is there a conspiracy behind the Eighth Route Army hiding in the village?
"I still don't believe it. He can dig this village into a big bunker." The bandit battalion commander who had just followed looked very ugly and immediately ordered: "Brothers, divide your troops into three groups, and the two wings will immediately surround the south and north of the village!"
One of the bandit soldiers was defeated and they immediately came up with a plan: "Battalion Commander, can't we just blow up the courtyard wall with a cluster grenade?"
This is a solution!
Followed by hastily prepared cluster grenades with sour-smelling leggings at the ready.
Several bandit soldiers stood at a distance and used bayonets to dig out two holes the size of their heads in the newly built rammed earth wall.
Everyone in the village was so frightened that they did not dare to fire a shot.
The bandit captain became bolder and waved his hand: "Pull the fire."
The cluster grenade was stuffed into the two holes, and the bandits who got angry turned around and ran away.
A few dark rifles quietly poked their way out of the shooting holes dug by the bandit soldiers in the darkness.
The figures of the bandit battalion commander, bandit company commander, and bandit machine gunner gradually became clear in the rifle rear sight.
(End of chapter)
