Boom. Boom.
There were two loud explosions.
The rammed earth wall blocking the road into the village was blown open.
The clods of soil and sand that collapsed from the sky fell to the ground.
The soldier who was lying on the ground suffered a burst of pain from his head.
The whistle kept ringing in my ears.
There were shouts one after another, everyone was waiting for the battalion commander and company commander to shout the order to attack.
After a while, my ears finally heard the noise coming from behind.
"Damn rat, what are you doing lying on the ground? Hurry up and prepare your machine gun to suppress it."
"The first company commander is dead"
"The second company commander has returned to the west."
"The third company commander was seriously injured.
"The battalion commander is dead."
The sound goes from near to far.
The bandit soldiers had trained with the Japanese, and at least they knew about the replacement of commanders.
Seven or eight platoon leaders, you look at me, I look at you, no one wants to be the leader.
Normally, it wouldn't be complete until you break your head.
Finally, a squad leader who was not afraid of death jumped out: "Brothers, the sixth leader is dead, and now we are leaderless. We must retreat first and then make plans."
boom.
A flash of light appeared in the middle of the courtyard wall.
The first bird must return to the west first.
Behind the courtyard wall, Qian Jiu cursed: "Listen to my order."
The platoon leader was not timid: "Hurry up and get your people to the north."
"The bandits are coming from the north, and the entire west is my left wing."
"Your marksmanship is so bad. Can you please stop causing trouble?"
"If they want to run away, hurry up and chase them."
"Run? Hey, do you think that all the tunnels we dug for a year were in vain?"
Attacking kills.
No one needed to give the order to retreat.
There was a shooting spree in the village. When someone started, the bandits ran westward in a swarm.
Perhaps it was because the villagers did not dare to chase them, and the escaping bandit soldiers did not even forget to take away all the guns on the ground. These things are valuable!
Even the seriously wounded bandit soldiers who were injured but not dead were all taken away.
Bandit soldiers are different from regular soldiers in that their thoughts are not unified. There are more than two hundred people. At least more than a hundred thoughts.
After running a certain distance, they found that Ba Lu still hadn't appeared, and the bandit soldiers slowly stopped and gathered together.
Without the arrangements of the bandit battalion commander and platoon commander, the remaining platoon commanders did not even bother to put up security posts.
Immediately, a certain platoon leader suggested fleeing north to join the commander.
The two very courageous platoon leaders suggested that now that a gap had been opened in the village, they should follow the command of the young commander and invade the village.
The other platoon leaders looked enigmatic and said nothing.
The bandit soldiers gathered in circles did not speak at all, waiting eagerly for the platoon leaders to make a decision.
The few smart people among the bandit soldiers immediately shouted: "The Eighth Route Army is short of bullets, we can't let go of the opportunity to shoot down the lost dog!"
"What do you mean?"
"The Eighth Route was first a bunker, and then the road into the village was blocked, which shows that the Eighth Route must have few guns and ammunition."
"After talking for a long time, your mother's words are getting more and more complicated. What are you thinking?"
"Break out before the Eighth Route Army marches. The bullets should be almost gone. Aren't we going in now to get something cheap?" The smart man finally expressed his idea.
"Some time ago, my brother was killed by the Eight Route Army. I must take revenge this time."
"But who will take command now?"
"Hey, can't we just draw lots?"
This is a solution!
The reorganized bandit soldiers have no hierarchy, but are more united!
I was forced to go to the village first, but this time it was to take revenge on the Sixth Master.
I have a goal deep in my heart.
Once you have a goal, it's easier to do it. Think of ways around it.
Two hundred people have two hundred ideas. Since no one is convinced by anyone, they all organize themselves into groups.
Follow the most familiar method of looting the village and proceed together.
The lit torch crackled, and it was so majestic.
There is another reason why the bandits dare to attack the village.
The young commander commanded the brothers who were attacking from the front and were approaching the village from the north.
The bandit soldiers habitually recited a Buddhist scripture in their hearts, praying that they could successfully wipe out the gang of eight-robbers in the village in order to collect the large bounty promised by the young commander.
No one noticed at all, and figures appeared in the darkness behind them, and then spread out into a line.
It is very troublesome to exit the village from the tunnel, and the speed is really too slow.
Fortunately, the company commander judged that the bandit could not escape far.
Seeing that those bandit soldiers were just as expected by the company commander, they renewed their siege on the village.
Finally, a platoon ducked out of the tunnel and formed a formation.
The platoon leader gave an order, and more than thirty people bent their waists and prepared to stab the bandits in the butt.
The bandit soldiers hurriedly surrounded the village along the open space, and once again approached the courtyard wall twenty or thirty meters away.
This time, the bandit platoon leaders from all walks of life learned the lesson and did not wave their hands arrogantly. Even if they wanted to greet their subordinates, they would just shout.
Bandits from all walks of life were lying on the open ground.
The new machine gunners on both wings directly used the dead corpses of the bandit soldiers on the ground as cover, so that they could suppress fire later.
It's not entirely true that a snake can't survive without a head. The big snake has turned into a small one. None of the seven bandit platoon leaders can stand out. They are all waiting for the young commander from the north to make the first move.
Time passes slowly.
Finally, the commando attack prepared by the northern commander began.
The bandits thought it was very strange
It seemed very similar to the scene I had just experienced before.
The bandit soldiers on the left wing merged with the young commander's right wing team, and the bandit soldiers in the open field even felt a little gloating about their misfortune.
I've just been beaten all the way, let's see if you will make the same mistake again!
The north side quickly turned into an offensive battlefield. Not only was the sound of machine guns roaring like a strong wind, but now the sound of grenade explosions was shocking.
The moonlit night is like fireworks blooming.
One of the bandit soldiers exclaimed: "Isn't this... too miserable?"
The bandit platoon leader saw the fierce battle to the north and immediately shouted: "Brothers, charge."
This guy's idea is very simple. He will definitely encounter a situation similar to what he encountered before in the north.
Eight we must concentrate our manpower to deal with the north, then the west will have an advantage!
The scene of the attack to the west seemed quiet.
The fast runners have already started climbing over the courtyard wall
Outside the huge gap that was blown up, more than a dozen bandit soldiers clung to the courtyard wall, their heads shrunk and they did not rush in directly.
Two fired grenades were thrown in.
This trick is also learned from the little devil. To attack an unknown courtyard, throw a grenade first and then charge!
In his career as a gangster, this is not the first time he has encountered this kind of situation. Whoever dares to be reckless will die first.
Boom boom
After two loud noises, the oppressive atmosphere was finally broken. As more and more brothers scaled the courtyard wall, more than twenty bandit soldiers rushed towards the village. The muzzles of their first rifles pointed directly at the darkness. They didn't care whether there was anyone there or not. Let’s talk about it after a while.
The bandit soldiers who followed pointed their guns in both directions, and they continued to fight regardless of whether there was an Eighth Route Army or not.
A certain unlucky guy who climbed into the courtyard wall from the road into the village was hit by a stray bullet that penetrated the crack in the wall, and was screaming.
No one pays attention to them
Eight Road disappeared?
The bandits were at a loss. Maybe they all went to the north of the village to stop the young commander's attack?
At this moment, the machine gunner who was still lying outside the village stared wide-eyed, not firing a single shot in the village. How could he be suppressing this?
I am hesitating whether to follow him into the village with a machine gun or continue to provide fire support here.
Two brothers came up next to them, and the machine gunner didn't think much about it: "Hey, everyone has attacked the village, why are you two still staying behind?"
A dark figure replied: "Well, we came out a little late."
"Hurry into the village, I will keep an eye on you outside."
The machine gunner shouted: "What are you doing with my machine gun?"
The black shadow's voice was like a ghost from hell: "I want to play."
The gangster machine gunner was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously let go: "You want to shoot machine guns? Hahaha, don't blame me for not reminding you that there are sharpshooters on the 8th Route who specialize in shooting machine guns!"
The surrounding atmosphere seems a bit cold.
The people next to me didn't laugh.
He was not intimidated by the bandit's machine gun and snatched it away directly.
The gangster machine gunner was eager for someone to take over the machine gun team, and immediately lowered his body: "I said, don't shoot randomly, the backs of our brothers are all in front of you."
[Opening a new book: "Ten minutes of blind date, I got the certificate with the daughter of a wealthy family"]
As for why we chose such a title: It was too depressing to write this book.
Content introduction: More than seventy years later, Roche Overseas Development Foundation handed over actual domestic control to Li Chen.
Protagonist: Li Chen, a descendant of Li Youcai.
other roles
(End of chapter)
