Chug tug tug.
The armored vehicle that stopped to pick up finally opened fire.
The pallet truck was full of warehouses and was being fired continuously. There were sandbags piled in front of the heavy machine gun, which made a loud popping sound from the armored vehicle bullets.
Shrink your head quickly.
"Withdraw to the next position!" A strange cry came from the correspondent in the sorghum field.
The Japanese who were lying on the road and shooting straight ahead finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, the attackers actually had heavy machine guns. Many Japanese soldiers realized that something was wrong, because there were heavy machine guns on the Eighth Route Army the day before.
If it's that gang of eight, you have to be careful this time.
The Japanese who entered the green gauze tent and surrounded them were struggling to squeeze through the dense sorghum poles.
But after walking in this sorghum field for a long time, we could not advance more than a hundred meters.
Fortunately, the attackers did not set an ambush inside.
Whatever you think about, will happen, no luck
Da da da.
The light machine guns that had moved first from the road to the sorghum fields began to roar.
Thousands of bullets ricocheted across the sorghum field.
The bullet broke through the sorghum pole and continued forward, passing through the trajectory.
Pieces of sorghum poles were broken and shot away.
The Japanese who were struggling quickly fell down on the spot and fought back.
The distance between the two sides was not far, and figures could be faintly seen.
The sorghum stalks were so dense that the bullets broke at most seven or eight sorghum stalks before stalling and falling.
In the dense sorghum, it is difficult for the Japanese to shoot.
Because after lying down, the rifle cannot swing left and right in a wide range, and the shooting range is too narrow.
Although he knew the location of the opponent's machine gun, he had to put the rifle up first and then press it down through the gap.
The branches and leaves of the sorghum looked fragile, but after a dozen leaves gathered together in each gap, the rifle that was slashing down was hung in mid-air and could not be pressed down.
If you want to throw a grenade, but you can't swing your arm, it's almost impossible to fight this battle.
Fortunately, most of the opponent's bullets cannot hit him at all.
The despicable attacker, with just a light machine gun, actually dragged more than a dozen elites into the sorghum field, unable to move.
The outflanking Japanese sergeant was not stupid. He immediately judged that the ambusher's machine gun could move freely left and right, so he must have opened a way through the sorghum bushes in advance!
Moreover, as long as they rush out of the sorghum field in front, they can enter the attacker's position.
At that time, whoever runs ahead will suffer the consequences
I have practiced how to deal with this situation in Qingshazhang before.
He immediately ordered his soldiers to remove their bayonets and cut off all the sorghum stalks around them.
The poor sergeant commander had no idea that the rear commander this time was called Fox.
The main target is not them at all, otherwise, all the elites who surrounded them would have been killed and used as fertilizer in the sorghum fields.
The frontal assault went smoothly, and there were constant whistles blowing for assembly on the highway.
The heavy machine gun that had been silent for a long time on the east highway suddenly fired again.
Tum-tum-tum.
Does the ghost linger?
Lieutenant Commander Shizi's armored vehicle went crazy. Under the command of the second lieutenant who took over the command, it increased the accelerator and roared towards the east.
The Japanese lying on the road quickly moved aside.
This time I finally learned to be smart and follow the armored vehicle.
Twelve cars came one after the other.
He stopped on the road temporarily and did not follow up immediately. He planned to wait until all the despicable ambush in front was cleared before following up.
There were more than 200 Japanese in one squadron, one team participated in the attack, and the other team spread out around the car to provide security.
Hu Yi was lying on the sorghum field next to the ditch and was having urgent discussions with Madman Yang: "The little Japs are not that stupid. They are all staying next to the car now, so they can't fight."
Seeing the mountain artillery behind the Japanese car staring blankly, Madman Yang did not move: "Change the target?"
Luo Fugui echoed: "I think it's better to fight the mules and horses behind."
Hu shook his head: "This is not appropriate. There are too many civilians. We will bear with it if we hurt them."
Luo Fugui muttered beside him: "This is not simple. There are not many puppet soldiers among the civilians. Although the military uniforms we wear are from the autonomous army, they are not much different from the dog skins they wear. Besides, when we go out, there are more people than them. I guess those puppet soldiers don’t even dare to fart!”
Madman Yang responded: "It makes sense!"
"I think the weak medicine on the Japs' army is true. It must be for the Japs. The scout said that there are boxes on the mule cart at the back. It is possible that the ammunition of the Japs and the puppets are transported separately." Luo Fugui Blink your ugly eyes and analyze.
Hu Yi nodded: "Wait until the Japanese car drives away, then move the mule cart to the car's position before taking action."
If the main target cannot be attacked, then attack the mule-drawn team behind.
As long as the people are still there, those cannons will be available sooner or later.
There is really nothing we can do now. If the Japanese don't leave the military vehicle, the people of Ninth Battalion will not be able to bite this hard nut.
The situation now is not like an ambush, although hiding in the green gauze tent seems to have the advantage of cover.
This advantage is also a disadvantage.
It was difficult to move around in the green gauze tent.
Unable to attack the enemy quickly.
The road opened in the green gauze tent facing the position of the Japanese military vehicle was of no use.
Soon, the sound of heavy machine guns in the east disappeared.
After fighting for so long, at least two heavy machine gun bullet bags were wasted, and no more than ten Japanese were killed!
There were quite a few injured, more than twenty.
The Japanese began to arrange for civilian men to carry the injured and killed Japanese to the car.
The sun is high in the sky.
After the death of the lieutenant commander, the Japanese have no interest in singing anymore.
The Japanese second lieutenant who took over the command sat honestly in the armored vehicle.
He doesn't mind the heat in the armored vehicle, and as expected, he will take over the long-term position from Zhong Gan.
The team started again.
The cars started one after another, not very fast. This time the Japanese infantry did not dare to be arrogant and all followed the armored vehicles.
The team ambushing in the green gauze tent tensed their nerves again.
It seems that there is no such thing as a rush of strength, then decline, or three times to exhaustion.
The last car drove past the trench where the Japanese lieutenant was killed. The Japanese who were lying on the edge of the trench on guard alternately got up and left.
The Japanese knew very well that next was a convoy of mules and horses driven by civilians.
Raiders generally do not attack civilian husbands.
The howl of a Czech light machine gun suddenly sounded in the green gauze tent.
Then, the end of the mule and horse convoy meets the puppet army.
Two Czech light machine guns howled loudly.
Immediately, a large hail of rifle bullets followed, knocking over a dozen puppet soldiers walking in front on the spot. The puppet soldiers who heard the gunshots from behind immediately rushed into the green gauze tent next to them.
He wanted to fight back but couldn't because the two light machine guns didn't seem to stop at all.
The puppet army is different from the Japanese. He will not rise to the challenge.
Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune is the true nature of their heroes.
The trajectory of Madman Yang's machine gun continued to extend, with no target, and not a single living puppet soldier could be seen anyway.
When the fifth three-point shot was fired, Luo Fugui's light machine gun was ready after changing the magazine.
He blindly scanned the approximate location of the edge of the green gauze tent where puppet troops might be hiding over and over again.
The stems and leaves were broken again and again, the immature sorghum was broken again and again, and the screams of death were everywhere in the sky.
The puppet soldiers finally realized that the correct decision was to continue crawling deeper into the Qingsha tent.
east.
Hu Yi did not start shooting at the Japanese going east.
The mission of the little Japanese infantry is to protect the military vehicles, and they have no intention of coming back for reinforcements.
Because the heavy machine gun in the distance to the east was buzzing again.
And the heavy machine guns of the Japanese armored vehicles fired back.
He could only care about the head but not the tail, and walking back, no one knew whether there was any illegal shooting in the sorghum field.
The lieutenants are all dead, and no one has given orders at this time, so go back.
In the green gauze tent, countless figures squeezed away from the sorghum stalks: "Hand in the gun and not kill."
"We are the Eighth Route Army!"
"If anyone dares to shoot back, I will kill his whole family." A discordant voice yelled arrogantly.
The puppet soldiers mingling among the people on the road had no intention of resisting.
I was caught by the Eighth Route Army. No one can die!
(End of chapter)
