Wang Peng let out a sigh of relief, and bullets from machine guns and rifles jingled on the Japanese carriage from time to time.
The escape of the puppet troops did not seem to affect the morale of the Japanese.
They can't run, they have to protect these cars on the road in case any Japanese are shot and fall down.
He fell into the mud, screaming in his throat.
No one cared about them lifting and kicking their legs. The health soldiers ran back and forth, pressing the wounds with hemostatic blocks. Large areas of liquid seeped out from the hemostatic blocks.
The light machine gun team, which cleared the fault and resumed firing, began to fight back wildly.
The machine gunner always fell down before a bullet was fired.
There were people in the darkness specifically dealing with machine gunners, and the crooked machine guns were reduced to mere decorations.
Instead, the machine gun in the darkness changed positions immediately after firing a shuttle, and the ballistic trajectory continued in the convoy.
When the car is stopped, the best hiding places are in the ditch on the side of the road and behind the two sets of tires of the car.
In fact, they killed many despicable anti-Japanese elements who were ambushing them in the dark.
The 38-meter rifle continued to ring, and I couldn't bear the fact that the opponent had more guns, more bullets, and more bullets.
The Japanese second lieutenants who took over the command all found themselves trying to figure out the situation on the battlefield.
There was no such thing as surrendering guns but not killing as we often heard before. We watched helplessly as the number of warriors continued to decrease, and observers reported the strength of the troops from time to time.
There are more than 200 pilots in a squadron, and so far less than 100 are still able to fight.
The opponent's fire never seemed to weaken, and there were signs of continuous creeping towards the convoy in the darkness. Looking at the fewer and fewer men, the second lieutenant issued the order again: "Immediately push the car in front into the ditch and concentrate the grenades on the wounded." The soldiers acted as blocking cover and organized death squads to charge northward. The convoy immediately continued to retreat north and merged with the armored convoy!"
After all, cars are made of iron. Even if a bullet hits the engine, it may not cause damage to the engine.
The injured puppet soldier lay on the ground with fear in his heart. He could still move and gritted his teeth and slowly crawled into the ditch beside the road, hoping to avoid the attackers and clean the battlefield.
After the Japanese who were able to move on the ground were simply bandaged, they continued to raise their guns, constantly looking for positions with muzzle flashes, and firing back from time to time.
Unfortunately, something went wrong while he was busy, and the second lieutenant had no idea that the road had been dug.
The Ninth Battalion did not have many artillery shells.
In the first round of attacks, Wan Daoxi fired only five shells, and four shells landed near the car.
There was no ideal scene where the car exploded as soon as the shell exploded.
Observers reported the results of the shelling. Only one car was pushed off the road by the puppet troops, indicating that the Li Xiang Company to the east fired five shells each and only knocked down one car.
In other words, mortar shells do limited damage to cars!
The shelling stopped. The shells were too precious for the Ninth Battalion.
Hu Yi was very satisfied with the progress of the battlefield, and his original worries disappeared.
My heart is no longer decadent and depressed.
There was just one thing that made him a little uneasy. What was the purpose of fighting this battle?
Originally they just wanted to pretend to be puppet troops and enter the county town to seize the radio station. Now they not only captured the county town, but also teamed up with Wang Peng to successfully complete the first step of encirclement and reinforcements.
Although there are radio soldiers in the team, they do not have a code book and cannot contact their superiors.
What should I do next?
Three of the searchlights hanging on the telegraph poles beside the road were shot out by the Japanese, leaving only one.
In the field of view of the telescope.
The bright and divergent beam of searchlight still illuminates the distance of the road.
The first car was still burning brightly, its white flames swaying continuously, lighting up a small patch of black night.
The ghost convoy ran away, leaving behind a field of wounded Japanese and puppet soldiers.
Wang Peng's Second Company, which was cutting the retreat of the Japanese convoy to the north, failed to launch an attack on time, giving the Japanese convoy a chance to turn around and escape.
Fortunately, the Japanese convoy did not run very far. After intensive gunfire, the escaping Japanese convoy stopped again.
When it comes to escaping, the puppet soldiers who spread their legs can run faster than anyone else.
Unfortunately, the battle plan of the Ninth Battalion seems simple, and Hu Yi's arrangement may have loopholes. However, there are so many old fritters in the Ninth Battalion who often become deserters on the battlefield.
There will be a simple sandbox simulation to seal most of the loopholes.
Bullets are still waiting for the fleeing puppet soldiers.
Wang Peng responded to the sound of gunshots from the north. Wang Peng must have dug up the road as planned.
Once the remaining Japanese infantry charge, they will be unstoppable. It is impossible for Wang Peng's company to stop them.
The Japs have the ability to push out, but digging up the road will definitely keep the Japs' cars behind.
With the temper of the Japanese, they generally won't blow up cars.
The wounded soldiers of the Japanese and puppet troops left behind in the ambush position did not have time to get into the car. When they saw the convoy running north stopped, they were filled with hope again.
Climb north on the ground.
There was still almost no color around, and bullets flew over from time to time.
The number of crawling Japanese and puppet soldiers gradually decreased.
The sky has no color, the night has no color, and the earth has no color. The gaze seems to penetrate the night.
There is no time to think about who is right and who is wrong, and God does not pay attention to the disappearance of small lives. Time passes as usual.
Hu Yi was still squatting half-crouched in the darkness on the south bank of the river. All signs showed that the possibility of the little devil putting bacteria into the river was indeed too high.
Bacteria are more powerful than poison, because poison will be diluted when poured into the river and will have almost no effect.
But Madman Yang said that bacteria are different and can continue to spread throughout the basin.
Moreover, bacteria will grow and can exist for a long time as long as they have a suitable host, which is very troublesome.
We need to find out where in the river the Japanese released the bacteria.
The rivers on the map are not fully marked.
Most of the rivers originating from the Taihang Mountains flow eastward, and most of them merge into the Wei River, and finally flow to Tianjin and into the sea.
Secretly hoping that the telegram sent was just a false alarm.
After thinking for a while, he took out a small notebook and continued to write a paragraph of his analysis under the searchlight. Then he handed the document to the column and supplemented it with the two militiamen of the ninth battalion, telling them that they must rush to send the information to the head of the third column. go.
Not far from Hu Yi, Luo Fugui, who was hiding in the ditch, finally poked his head out.
Seeing the Japanese convoy running away, the battalion commander seemed to have no intention of letting everyone take advantage of the victory and pursue the victory.
"Company commander, do we want to catch up?" the short-sighted fifth platoon commander asked Luo Fugui with half an ear staring.
"Shut up." Luo Fugui immediately turned black.
"However, Wang Peng and the others seemed to have arrived too late. Many puppet troops ran to both sides through the gaps."
"Run? Do you think the militia reserves on the outskirts are vegetarians?"
"It seems that there is really no need. Since we are not chasing the Japanese convoy on the road, nor are we chasing the puppet troops, then when will we retreat?"
"Why retreat? The autonomous army from the south is coming, and we have to put on a show for the Japanese."
"Acting? Are you saying that the people from the Autonomous Army are the same as us?"
"How did you learn such nonsense idioms? When we finish cleaning the battlefield, the Autonomous Army will come to take back the county and collect the corpses of these little devils. Only then will the people who stayed in Cheng'an County have a chance to escape from the murderous hands of the devils, and they can also kill Guo Guo. Qing's territory has been robbed." At the previous meeting, Luo Fugui gave Hu Boss some ideas, which solved Hu Yi's worries.
"How many of those puppet army prisoners can I replenish?"
"Can you control it?" Luo Fugui turned to look at Half Ear.
"If this platoon leader is in the company... oh!" He was kicked in the leg on the other side of his ear.
"Why don't you learn how to brag?"
"I'm definitely no worse than those anti-university students!" Half-Ear muttered while lying in the ditch.
Next to the heavy machine gun position.
Mancang had already stopped shooting, and the heavy machine gun team was looking around.
Yelling with the observer from time to time.
(End of chapter)
