The car full of people walked west for three miles and slowed down.
Xiao Hongying sat in the cab and warned: "Be careful, don't get too close to those two Japanese soldiers. If nothing can be done, immediately bypass them and evacuate northward to join up with the soldiers guarding the perimeter of Wang Peng's camp."
"Don't worry, I know the importance!" Li Laosan was wearing a Taoist robe and was hanging on the left side of the cab.
"Those two Japs will either return to the city or chase them. Don't be careless."
"I'm just afraid they won't come after me." Li Laosan curled his lips.
He jumped out of the car with two guerrilla fighters who knew some boxing skills and two student platoon leaders hanging on the left side of the cargo compartment.
Although I don’t know much about cars, I have a lot of experience jumping off carriages.
The five masters looked a little embarrassed after getting out of the car. They put their hands on the ground and staggered into the drainage ditch on the south side of the highway.
Xiao Hongying stuck her head out: "After we pass, we will arrange for people to come from the north and outflank the two Japs."
"There are just two Japanese sharpshooters. If they dare to come over, I will blow them up." Li Laosan, who was hiding on the south side of the highway embankment, waved his hand and tightened the grenade on his back.
Watching the car slowly go west.
Suzuki's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
The Imperial Military God was actually robbed of his car, he was so embarrassed.
The Japanese observers heading north stopped and ran south: "They must be going to reinforce the trapped Eighth Route Army."
Suzuki put down the telescope: "Can you still move?"
There's no big problem with observation, I just can't shoot.
Listening to the gunfire from the northwest, Suzuki squinted his eyes and raised his hand to point to the northwest: "Since they are going for reinforcements, let's just take a shortcut there now!"
The village was completely surrounded.
The sound of gunfire in and outside the village was sometimes sparse and sometimes intensive.
Tubalu was stunned but didn't show up.
From the time the village was besieged to the present, the battle lasted for almost two hours, and the Japanese and puppet troops entered the village many times.
Every time, more people go in and less people come out.
The Japanese lieutenant and the pseudo-captain finally realized something was wrong.
The small village seemed to be a hard nut to crack.
Moreover, there seems to be an engine sounding in the village!
Could it be that Tubalu has some new weapons hidden in the village?
A frontal attack was launched from the west, and only a small number of Japanese and puppet troops entered the village. The puppet troops who attacked simultaneously from the south and north of the village saw the fierce firepower in the village and retreated more than a hundred meters away again.
The three lieutenants got together to discuss again, but for a while they couldn't come up with an idea.
The pseudo-captain next to him looked at it for a long time and finally saw some clues.
The imperial army's wheeled armored chariots were completely useless against this kind of village and street fighting.
The Eighth Route Army concentrated its forces in the west of Zhongcun, taking advantage of the terrain to form a local strength advantage to confront the imperial army.
It was necessary to use tunnels to mobilize troops. When the imperial army was concentrated, they used hand grenades to explode, and they moved back and forth through the tunnels to shoot with machine guns.
The rifle hidden on the roof, the shell gun hidden behind the wall knocked over the skirmishers in the wall room
In essence, it is still an ambush.
It’s just that this time there are more bullets and light machine guns.
From a tactical point of view, changing the soup does not change the medicine!
Thinking of this, he gave Taijun an idea: "In my opinion, Tubal Road must use tunnels and open walls in the village to move back and forth. They have deployed heavy troops in the west of the village, so the troops and firepower in other directions should be relatively weak. Let's change it. direction?"
The three lieutenants' eyes lit up. The fighting was fierce in the west of the village. There was a burst of gunfire in the other three directions and then everything calmed down.
The infantry lieutenant patted the pseudo-regiment leader on the shoulder: "What you said makes sense. This time, you will personally lead the team to attack from the south of the village!"
The military police lieutenant then praised: "Yes, on the surface we will continue to conduct a frontal attack, but in fact you will attack with all your strength!"
The tank lieutenant nodded: "I will suppress fire for you."
The pseudo-regiment leader did not give up this time, and became proud: "Don't worry, as long as you continue to fight fiercely, I will transfer another company to the south. When the fighting becomes fierce, we will launch a 'general' attack and defeat the enemy in one go." Village!”
South of the village.
There are twenty or thirty machine gun shooting holes on the courtyard wall, and there are only four light machine guns behind it.
Luo Fugui squatted at the foot of the wall and looked through the binoculars for a while.
He handed the telescope to the observer next to him: "Keep an eye on those guys."
After saying that, he lay down under the wall and breathed heavily: "Save your ammunition for me. Observer, is there any movement from the puppet army?"
Didn't you just watch it? The observer who had just received the telescope had a black line on his face: "They are all lying in the trenches dug by the puppet troops before, and not a single one has emerged."
"If you see any messengers from the puppet army heading south to the west, shoot immediately and don't let anyone go," Luo Fugui shouted to the five rows of machine gunners next to him, as well as to the soldiers lying on the roof in the yard.
"The enemy seems to be using signal flags to issue orders." The observer on the rooftop began to shout.
Luo Fugui kicked the observer soldier next to him: "It should be the Japanese commander arranging combat missions, watch carefully!"
Observers on the rooftop kept reporting: "The Japanese are giving attack orders to the puppet troops."
"The flag seems to require waiting for a frontal attack before attacking with all strength."
Luo Fugui ordered to the militia platoon leader next to him: "Japanese people like to play frontal attacks and outflanks on both sides! Don't rush to shoot later. When the puppet troops enter the range of 20 meters, you throw grenades. By then, the position will be filled with gunpowder smoke." , we are responsible for the fire suppression, you take people to remove the ammunition from the guns of the puppet soldiers outside the village."
"Yes!" The militia platoon leader, holding his rifle tightly, responded immediately.
Luo Fugui once again assigned combat missions: "When the battle begins, there will be smoke and gunshots everywhere. If the Japanese want to issue new orders, they can only rely on messengers."
The soldier lying on the wall immediately answered: "Company Commander, in this case...can I just fight the Japanese messengers?"
"Don't you brag every day that you are a sharpshooter? If you can't shoot accurately at a distance of 100 meters, report to He Gensheng of the health team tomorrow." Luo Fugui nodded.
"You little devil, he's not just standing there waiting for me to hit him." The sharpshooter's eyes widened to indicate the difficulty.
"During this period, you have been training with Liu Yuanqing for almost half a month, specializing in shooting moving targets. You wasted more than a hundred bullets on me." Luo Fugui immediately turned black.
"Then let me try!"
"To be on the safe side, if the machine gun and rifle are fired together, we will definitely be able to cover him up!" The machine gunner behind the shooting hole couldn't help but turned around and added.
"Be careful to return to the tunnel after two shuttles. Be careful of the Japanese grenades." Luo Fugui stood up as he spoke, took the telescope from the observer and looked out through the observation hole.
The sharpshooter muttered: "That bastard Madman Yang, after fighting for so long, it seems that the little devil didn't knock off any of his grenades."
"You know what the heck, the real grenade hand in the Japs team has almost changed, but almost everyone in the Japs infantry can use grenades." The observer on the roof couldn't help but reply.
"Are you dazzled?" Half-Ear curled his lips.
"I'm not blind," the observer muttered.
"You're really good at blowing."
"What's there to brag about? Just like in our platoon, how many of them don't know how to use a machine gun?" Half-Ear shouted proudly.
Before the war, it would be a lie to say that I wasn't nervous.
Talking to each other can really relieve that tension.
Madman Yang and Big Dog were guarding the north and south ends of the west side of the village.
Hu Yi emerged from the tunnel with a machine gun: "Is there any movement in the Japanese armored vehicle?"
Big Dog shook his head: "The armored car didn't move. There are three Japanese behind the third armored car. They should be the commanders of this battle."
After saying that, he gave Hu Yi his observation position behind the millstone.
Hu Yi held up the telescope and observed for a while, then turned around and ordered to the correspondent: "Let Wan Shuaixi concentrate all the heavy firepower and fire five salvos at the back of the third armored vehicle!"
"Yes!" The correspondent couldn't help but ask one more question: "Do we also need to fire mortars?"
"I said focus all the heavy firepower! Go quickly!" Hu Yi frowned.
