The fires raging in the city show no signs of abating.
I heard the puppet soldiers shouting at the top of their lungs on the street.
The Japanese team that had just arrived at Beiying to take a rest hurriedly grabbed their guns and equipment, and ran towards the playground to form a team.
The puppet troops who had stayed behind were in chaos, and they gathered urgently amidst the harsh whistles.
The phone cranked wildly, and someone from the Wei County Military Department who had called before finally answered: "Hello, where are you?"
"The car here is heading to Zhenbeiying. Unknown armed forces attacked the town office. Take me back to Longzhenbeiying." The caller did not directly refer to the Eighth Route Army.
After a while, the operator's cold voice came over the phone: "Can't reach you."
Shi Jianye's men said there were two battalions, but in fact there were more than one. Who doesn't have Xiao Jiujiu in mind?
After leading two battalions out, only more than 200 people were left, and 70 or 80 people spread out to garrison in various forthouses and villages outside the town.
A platoon of prisoners went out to put out some fires, and the total number of people in the northern and southern battalions was less than a hundred.
Earlier, there was loud gunfire in the north of Zhenbei, and it was clear that the imperial army was under attack. The puppet battalion commander quickly led his guard squad and puppet troops to the Zhenbei camp to receive them. Now, together with most of the infantry squad of the imperial army, the total number was more than hundreds.
The Japanese lieutenant did not directly command the pseudo-battalion commander. He knew very well that these rabble-rousers had no fighting power at all.
If anything happens, these guys can't count on it at all.
Moreover, he has always suspected that Zhenbei was ambushed, and these two-faced guys might also be involved.
The fake battalion commander was also an old bandit. He guessed that the Eighth Route Army was responsible for the attack earlier. He might have planned to cooperate with others in the riot and rescue.
The mines planted may have been prepared to injure the Autonomous Army, but they happened to blow up the Imperial Army's convoy.
The purpose of setting fire to the town hall was to distract the autonomous army from detaining the prisoners.
He heard that the gunshots were not intensive, and there were imperial troops stationed there, so he was not very nervous.
Just a few bluffing rats!
There was one question that he couldn't figure out: Did the Eighth Route Army get caught in the door? They thought they would send twenty or thirty people, but they wanted to recruit the leader's team of eight or nine hundred people. What a whim!
Standing on the roof of the military camp, seeing his puppet soldiers running desperately towards the North Camp, something seemed wrong.
Did those Eighth Route Army soldiers really kill all the guards?
If this is the case, things will be troublesome, because the people locked up there are not ordinary Eighth Route Army students, but some anti-Japanese university students.
This is equivalent to at least about forty people from the Eighth Route Army in the city.
The Eighth Route Army fights without risking their lives, and they only have more than a hundred men under their command.
"Report to the battalion commander, the phone call to the military headquarters cannot be reached." The shouts of the communications soldiers came from downstairs.
"Pass my order and immediately send people to garrison the artillery towers and withdraw all the people from the nearby villages. Surround the car and go to the town. Let's catch turtles in a jar!" After the pseudo-battalion commander finished the first command, he followed up with the second command: "Send people to ride immediately. Bicycle to Huilong Town to ask for help from the group leader!"
The puppet soldiers who had escaped finally arrived: "Report to the battalion commander that we were ambushed."
"You guys were guarding around the courtyard, you said you were ambushed?" The puppet camp commander was furious. He didn't know when he had learned the great skills of the imperial army, and raised his hand and slapped him across the face.
The beaten puppet soldiers' heads were buzzing and they couldn't find their way around for a while.
"What the hell are you talking about?" the pseudo-battalion commander suddenly realized and slapped him before he finished asking, as if he hadn't learned the essence of the imperial army yet.
"We received an order to bring those Eighth Route Army soldiers to the North Camp. During the assembly, there was water in the town hall. Two Eighth Route Army soldiers took the opportunity to sneak in. Then, they opened fire. There were also people on the roof who fired machine guns and threw grenades. "Later, when the platoon leader died, we immediately fled, fought, and retreated. Brother, you have to make the decision for us." The beaten puppet soldier finally finished telling the story with a sad face.
After the report, this person thought to himself, I will definitely shoot you behind the scenes when you act like a fool, Izumo. By then, you, the boss, will be able to book a seat on top of the battalion commander.
After listening to a long list of words from the man who had just been summoned, he roughly understood what happened.
In other words, there are only a few people on the Eighth Road?
In the darkness, the puppet battalion commander did not notice the hatred in the eyes of the puppet soldiers, and began to make long-term plans: the Eighth Route Army carried out night attacks, usually using human sea tactics.
Even if they were to launch a rescue operation and kill him, they still wouldn't believe that such a small number of people on the Eighth Road would dare to take a taxi to the town.
Moreover, the first division has hit Huilong Town twice. Who knows whether their target this time will be Chexiang Town?
Suddenly I felt a little scared. The Eighth Route Army arranged for people to recruit the second regiment, but the regiment leader sent people to arrest them. The regiment leader took people back to Longzhen that night.
Could it be a trap set by the Eighth Route Army?
The regimental commander had a relationship with the National Army, and the deputy military chief of staff also had a good relationship. It was a big headache for a while.
It's better to stay the same and adapt to all circumstances: wait until the brothers who are scattered in the Paolou Village come back and gather enough people!
Guns rang out for a long time.
The puppet troops in the military camp are motionless!
The Japanese lieutenant standing behind the driver of the car holding a telescope had a headache.
He told the translator Niaoyu who was standing by the carriage: "Cheng Sang, go and call the person in charge."
The translator shouted majestically at the puppet soldiers waiting under the car.
The puppet soldiers immediately turned around and ran away, quickly inviting the battalion commander who was watching personally from the rooftop to the side of the car.
"Reporting to Taijun, Deputy Zhou Shuben of the Second Battalion of the First Brigade and Second Regiment of the Autonomous Army is reporting to you." The Second Regiment only has two battalions, and the pseudo-battalion commander did not dare to say that he was the battalion commander.
The translator chatted with the Japanese for a while and then turned around: "Captain Zhou, right? Taijun ordered the remaining troops to assemble and leave the camp immediately. He sent people to guard the four city gates and set up a barricade at the Zhenbei intersection."
The commander of the pseudo-first company in charge of the defense of the military camp received the order and quickly led a platoon that was on rotation. They ran out of the camp with a chaotic sound and turned around.
Disperse immediately and move the sandbags piled up in front of the shops in Zhenbei to the middle of the road.
The gunfire in the town became sparse after a while.
A bicycle clanked and clanked as it approached quickly.
Two figures are hidden in the darkness under the moonlight in the southeast of the town, their bodies almost blending into the environment.
Communicate in bird language from time to time.
Under the weak moonlight, only two blurry figures could be seen.
A figure immediately dispersed to the other side of the path.
Suzuki Junichiro put the butt of the rifle against his shoulder and loaded the gun with a clatter.
He raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed at the approaching black shadow.
Snapped.
The muzzle flash of the Mauser rifle flashed violently.
The recoil force hit his shoulders hard, and his body trembled slightly.
For a brief moment, the figures of the two puppet soldiers riding on bicycles were clearly visible.
Tubalu's favorite thing to do is to wear random clothes and ride a bicycle around in the middle of the night.
The two bicycles immediately fell into the ditch on the roadside.
The one who was not shot quickly pulled the rifle from behind, preparing to fire a random shot before running away.
Ba.
There was another gunshot, and bullets from the southern large-caliber pistol were fired.
Knock down another black figure who is preparing to shoot.
Then came the screams.
Ba.
The head shaking from side to side is quite regular.
Even on a moonlit night, at such a close distance, it was not difficult for Suzuki Junichiro to accurately hit the target.
The screams stopped.
The rapid-fire gunfire was brief.
The two Japs don't speak Chinese, there's no translator, and scratching their tongues is useless.
Suzuki lay motionless under the moonlight, his body almost becoming one with the surrounding environment.
After a while, the buzzing of insects around him continued, and Suzuki finally chirped softly.
The shadow on the other side of the path began to stand up, shaking its body from side to side in a tactical attack, approaching the shadow that should have been killed.
