The sound of killing on the highway was loud.
The sky was filled with gunpowder smoke, covering the sky and the earth.
The two light machine guns on Route 8 fired alternately, but they howled twice every once in a while.
Scattered rifle fire.
Bullets whistled.
Under the noon sun, there is a sweet smell of sorghum stalks on the road.
The pseudo-battalion commander hiding behind the green gauze tent realized that the situation was not good. The Eighth Route Army was equivalent to cutting off the head and tail to snatch the mules and horses in the middle.
Unfortunately, lying in the green gauze tent, there is no way to go around. If you want to get reinforcements from the front, you can only take the road.
It is said that three-gun and eight-way marksmanship are good, and the possibility of death is too high.
The previous training method of using mule carts to pile sandbags to support the tank attack did not seem to work.
The men who had just left were holding their broken legs and screaming.
The first company commander under his command suddenly suggested: "Batalion Commander, although these green gauze tents are connected into one piece, there are still ditches at some distance."
"If you fart, let it go."
"It seems that the Eighth Route Army has carried something and is running south. Do you think we should bypass this green gauze tent and go south for a counter-ambush?"
The pseudo-battalion commander's eyes lit up: "You are a talented guy. This is a really good idea. Yes, I will personally cover you. I will lead your company back from behind immediately."
"Uh, battalion commander, the brothers are all scattered in the green gauze tent. It will be difficult to assemble for a while. How about you ask the third company commander at the back to lead people over?" The pseudo-first company commander couldn't help but slap himself hard. With an eighth-way heavy machine gun, he lightly There are at least six machine guns. Aren't you a bitch looking for trouble?
The fake battalion commander was worried: "The third company commander is stupid. Hey, why are you still dawdling when your mother has an idea? The military order is like a mountain. Hurry up and stop the Eighth Route Army!"
"Okay then." It is said that the first citrus will die first, and the first bird will die first. The bandits in front are definitely not Xu Tieying's. Ninety-nine percent of them are the Eighth Route Army. They did this.
The pseudo-first company commander had no choice but to shout: "The entire first company is here. When the battalion commander organizes cover, everyone will retreat backwards."
Then the fake battalion commander shouted at the top of his lungs: "Second company commander, immediately open fire and cover the first company." The fake battalion commander had no choice. These ammunition and materials were lost. It was hard to say whether he, the battalion commander, could keep it!
If we can get back the supplies, even part of them, we will probably have to deduct half a year's salary if we go back, and we don't have to rely on salary anyway.
If you can't get it back, it means you have a strong idea, and at least the casualties in the company will not be too small.
At that time, even if we carry dozens of wounded or corpses back, we can still deliver them at the same time.
What does it mean to love a soldier like a son? That's what you should normally do if your official position is smooth.
Now my officials may not be able to keep raising you as sons. Shouldn't I share my worries now?
The puppet city defense troops are usually under the nose of the Japanese. They are not bad at training and have good equipment. At least they are often inspected by instructors and they dare not do anything about selling ammunition.
The second company commander carefully analyzed the pattern of machine gunfire not far away.
After hearing the pause of two rounds of bullets, he immediately shouted hello: "Brothers, let's fight."
The puppet troops were fearful of death, but they could also hear that the machine gunfire from the mule and horse teams in front was not dense.
Numbers 70 and 80 emerged from the green gauze tents on both sides, raising their guns one after another.
The team's actions were very characteristic of the puppet army. The puppet army at the forefront wanted to retreat. As a result, No. 70 or 80 jumped out from both sides. One wanted to shoot to cover, and the other wanted to run behind. The two sides immediately rolled up into a ball on the road.
Not far away, a dark figure of puppet troops suddenly appeared on the road.
Luo Fugui, who was changing the magazine, was startled, thinking that the puppet troops were coming, and screamed: "My grandma"
He pulled the machine gun and went directly into the green gauze tent.
Cross-shooting Madman Yang, who had just taken over, his eyes lit up, and he let out a strange beast-like cry: "It's developed!"
Ta da da. da da
The machine gun still kept firing at three points, and the bullets went directly into the crowd.
The bullet drilled through one body but did not encounter any bones. It continued to drill the second body.
Three or four puppet soldiers hurriedly raised their guns.
The soldier who had been lying next to Crazy Yang, shooting alternately, fired first with the rifle in his hand.
Both sides fired almost at the same time. One side had the upper hand and remained calm, while the other side was trembling all the time under attack.
After a round of shooting, the two puppet soldiers were knocked to the ground and screamed strangely.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the two puppet troops next to them immediately rolled over and got into the green gauze tent again.
The puppet army's firepower is not weak, two companies are equipped with four light machine guns!
And there are small cannons, er, not Japanese grenades.
It was the homemade 50 cannon seized from the Eighth Route Army in the mountains when the imperial army raided the Eighth Route Army headquarters last year.
Although the power is not that great, it is still no problem to scare it to death.
But the tactics mentioned by the Imperial Army instructors don’t seem to be suitable for this kind of scene!
When attacking, machine guns should be placed on both sides. The road is only three meters wide in total. If placed on both sides, wouldn't it mean entering the green gauze tent?
Yes, it’s safe in the green gauze tent
The two light machine guns finally started working.
Ta da da. Ta da da.
The puppet army has been trained for a long time, and the three-point shooting is quite smooth.
Unfortunately, the angle was wrong. He was hiding in the green gauze tent and shooting at the road. The ballistic path went directly into the green gauze tent diagonally opposite the road.
Crowds of people crowded on the road, puppet soldiers kept falling, and screams came one after another.
The screams before death and the strange screams of injury are too horrible.
The sound even suppressed the loud sound of light machine gun fire in front.
Finally some people started to lose their bearings.
A chaotic scene, chaotic counterattacks, and the sound of bullets entering flesh.
Wang Xiaogui calmly avoided the crowd and squatted on the roadside.
Slowly raise the rifle.
The pseudo-battalion commander actually liked him very much because he also paid for him to attend the North China Military Academy.
However, his grandfather taught him what righteousness and justice are from a young age.
He performed outstandingly in the military academy and became a team leader.
One day, a classmate showed him a manifesto.
The poor people all over the world united, and then he secretly participated in the reading group with his classmates.
His superiors had great expectations for him, and within a few days of his return, he became the acting platoon leader under the arrangement of the battalion commander.
The battalion commander also arranged a marriage for him, saying that he would find a wife to keep him as a heir in case anything happened.
The battalion commander is closer than his own father.
His superiors have specially approved his marriage application.
My mouth was dry and my throat was dry, but my eyes were slowly blurred with tears.
In the crosshairs, the face of the battalion commander under his military cap was full of anxiety.
The battalion commander is murderous.
It is the embodiment of devil and kindness.
No matter where he goes, he will never forget that he personally chopped off the heads of his comrades.
The blood splattered on the loess has long since dried up, and he always remembers the eyes of his comrades who stared blankly.
If he continued to go around and outflank him, he didn't know what the consequences would be.
There is a large amount of ammunition in this batch of supplies. This is the ammunition provided to the puppet army for three days. It can at least arm a regiment of puppet army!
Japanese ammunition and puppet ammunition will not be transported together.
The battalion commander's face was full of anger and panic, and he suddenly turned his head and looked over.
The two looked at each other in the noisy rain of bullets.
With many years of battlefield killing experience, the pseudo-battalion commander could tell at a glance that the black hole of the gun was pointing at his head.
He is his godson, and he is preparing to accept him as his godson on the day he gets married!
He even proposed marriage to him, but that beautiful woman couldn't even bear to play with him.
When the time comes, a double happiness will come and it will become a good story.
What is he going to do now?
He had heard about his godson joining the Eighth Route Army.
He felt that life should be like this. Even if the Eighth Route Army could fight back in the future, his son would still be able to save his life if he was the Eighth Route Army.
The older generation has long said that eggs cannot be put in one basket.
If he hadn't been able to give birth to a son, he wouldn't have done this at all.
It seemed that he was really in the Eighth Route Army. For a moment, his scalp felt numb and all his thoughts were gone.
"You" the fake battalion commander yelled out only one word.
In his eyes, he saw a ball of fire suddenly flashing from the black hole of the gun.
The tragedy of my son beating me to death actually happened to me. Raising a tiger is a disaster.
It's a pity that he will never have the opportunity to see the great sorghum harvest this year.
Because the bullet that comes out of the barrel will blow out your own head.
Father and son kill each other, life is tragic.
The bullet hit accurately between the eyebrows.
He leaned back, his eyes reflecting the gray sky through the sorghum field.
Slowly, the eyes lost their luster.
Wang Xiaogui raised his hand to wipe his eyes. The puppet soldier squatting next to him was stunned for a moment and immediately knocked Wang Xiaogui over.
Then he drew out his bayonet and stabbed Wang Xiaogui in the chest.
Wang Xiaogui did not resist and waited quietly for the bayonet to be stabbed into his chest.
Poof
I happened to read the memoirs of an old soldier who broke into the puppet army.
(End of chapter)
