The Japanese machine gun grenades were fired in waves. Except for a few observers hiding behind the millstone, most of the soldiers had retreated into the tunnel.
This is the main reason why the puppet soldiers were not shot. Random grenades hit the courtyard wall from time to time, causing harsh explosions and dense popping sounds.
From the smoke, the obscene figures of the puppet soldiers appeared one after another, coughing. The puppet soldiers were very far away, more than twenty or thirty meters away from the courtyard wall. The target was so big that there was no need to aim at it!
Generally speaking, at this distance, the units of the Ninth Battalion should start shooting and throwing grenades. Hearing the anxious voices of the armed staff members who volunteered to act as observers, Big Dog poked his head out of the tunnel: "Are you trying to rebel against the enemy?" Perhaps it was because the puppet troops didn't even have guns, Big Dog just poked his head out of the tunnel: After pulling out the horse's fourth ring, the index finger that had almost pressed the trigger to the critical state slowly released it.
There was no movement from the puppet troops in the south of the village, but the gunfire was loud in the west of the village. Luo Fugui, who had come along the wall with a machine gun in his arms for reinforcements, was leaning against the shooting hole at the wall with his eyes wide open, gasping for breath and trembling eyebrows, his face wrinkled and gray, and he was hiding in the tunnel. The big dog stuck his head out and muttered: "What are you doing? Are you going to rebel?"
"What the hell, I bet if I let them fight the Japanese now, they would dare to turn their guns around without saying a word. Do you believe it?"
"Grandma, this matter is difficult to handle. We need to let Boss Hu come up with an idea quickly."
"Why can't we accept surrender? If all the puppet troops surrender, our village will not be able to accommodate them."
"I thought you were so beautiful."
"How about we let them line up to enter the village and we hand over their guns?" the team member suggested with excitement.
The Japanese machine guns did not pose much of a threat except leaving some holes in the walls of the rammed earth courtyard and knocking out some craters.
Hu Yi poked his head out of the gap in another millstone. No telescope is needed at all, it can't be seen from far away.
Nearby, the puppet soldiers were waving towels in one hand and holding pieces of paper in the other. It seemed that what those guys were holding should be certificates of returning to the war.
It is human nature to fear death. He did not order the shooting. Obviously, the Japanese were frightened, so they sent the puppet troops to take the lead.
You must not be careless. These puppet troops may look like frightened sheep now. Once the Japanese really invade the village, these puppet troops may turn into man-eating wolves!
Although he was worried, he still sent an order to the people behind him to shout for the puppet troops to enter the village and surrender! These spineless guys had various reasons for joining the Japanese and becoming puppet soldiers. Some were guilty of heinous crimes, and some were forced to do nothing.
This group of puppet soldiers comes from Handan, and the armed staff operating in this area cannot be identified for the time being.
The Japanese Lieutenant was in a good mood. Since the machine gun suppression and grenade cover, all the people in the village have not organized a decent counterattack at all.
The Eighth Route Army in the village was extremely cunning and did not attack the Imperial Alliance Army. Do they really think that the imperial army doesn't know what certificate they issued to return to the war?
He felt that he had figured out what the Eighth Route Army was thinking, so he immediately decided to let an elite squad of his fellow infantry lieutenant change into the uniforms of the Imperial Association Army and sneak into the Imperial Army to launch a sneak attack.
If Tubalu dared to shoot, they would have to kill those Imperial Alliance troops first. If the Imperial Association Army dies, they will die. At worst, when they return, they will be given the honorary title of "Good Soldiers of the Imperial Association".
So, a dozen Japanese soldiers stripped off their puppet uniforms hidden in the trenches and quickly put them on. As for the weapons, there is not much difference in appearance between the bayonet 38 cap and the 79 rifle in the smoke.
The puppet soldiers came out of the smoke, rifles on their backs, lying on the ground and lining up to crawl towards the village.
As a death squad, this group of puppet soldiers suffered almost no casualties except for two people who were shot by cold guns when lighting smoke.
It can be regarded as creating a new round of zero casualties record for offensive suicide squads in the face of light and heavy machine gun grenades.
"Hey, a few puppet soldiers don't seem to have raised their guns above their heads." The observer looked at the few puppet soldiers who came out of the smoke and looked different.
"Why are the big men from Hebei so short? No, they're Japs!" The big dog stared at the fake soldiers emerging from the smoke.
He quickly shrank his head and raised his gun. The Japanese who rushed out of the smoke were still stunned. The Imperial Army was so brave? Already entered the village?
Bang, the three Japanese soldiers holding rifles at the front responded and took down. Shooting at close range, whoever has cover takes advantage.
As the big dog fired, someone else immediately followed suit. Due to the dense trajectory of the Japanese suppressive machine guns, more and more soldiers emerged from the tunnels behind the courtyard wall.
The rammed-earth courtyard walls in the west of the village are really strong. After being hit by so many gunfire, they all still stand except for the ones that were blown down before.
"Haha...hehe..." Tang Dagou, who retracted his head to suppress the bullet and gave up his shooting position, had a strange twitching smile on his face: "Why do you think the little devil is so stupid?"
"What did you say?" the staff member who was holding a rifle and shooting asked casually.
"What the hell, you little devil, he changes his clothes without changing his shoes. Do you really think we are blind?"
"Hey, that makes sense." The big dog yelled into the tunnel at the top of his lungs: "Hurry up and send the order, anyone wearing military boots is a Japs." A car full of puppet troops appeared from the southeast.
Wang Pengying arranged a warning post in the ditch in southern Tibet. Three military caps tied with thatched grass poked out, and the reconnaissance squad leader who had just learned from the Ninth Battalion yesterday followed closely: "The kid's car is really good, the car must be crowded with No. 56!" The scout next to him slapped his thigh. : "Hey, hey."
"What the hell are you doing?" What's going on?
"Forgot to lay mines on the road"
"You know what the heck, the Autonomous Army is ours, this road is a traffic artery, and Battalion Commander Hu will not allow him to be buried."
"But, are these people an autonomous army or a puppet army?"
"The uniforms of the puppet army and the autonomous army are different, this group of people."
"Is it an autonomous army or a puppet army?"
"If you don't know, report it to the company commander!" The squad leader was also unsure. Both the puppet army and the autonomous army wore big-brimmed hats and similar clothes.
A soldier crouched and trotted north along the wet and not yet dry ditch. The roar of the car engine spread far away. Before the reconnaissance soldiers came over, the first company commander arranged by Wang Peng to the south had already spotted the car in the distance.
The distance was too far, and Cao Changjing couldn't see the specific situation of the car clearly: "It's just a car, and it came from Wei County. Could it be someone sent by the Autonomous Army?" There was a canal half deep in the north-south direction.
Li Laosan led four warriors all the way northward. He looked back at the guerrillas following him: "Look at your character. Your body is as thin as a devil's butt, and you are said to be a master of swordsmanship."
"How about some signs?"
"Hahaha, you are playing with a knife in front of Master Dao. What is your name?"
"My name is Zhang Xiaodao!"
"Why don't your name be Zhang Xiaoquan? I told you to throw away your pitch-black hatchet." [Note]
"Don't underestimate people." Zhang Xiaodao was reluctant to keep the lancet, which was left to him by his master before his death. He also expected to use this knife to kill the Japanese and avenge his master.
"Then can you carry my grenade along with you?"
"Catch." Zhang Xiaodao was ready to share the squad leader's worries.
"Hey, your thin body makes Master Tao regret listening to your bad captain."
"Monitor, I have been practicing swordsmanship since I was a child. If my family hadn't been poor, I wouldn't be so thin."
"You can't stop running around and chewing dry food!"
"Hehe...I'm hungry."
"Which sect is your master from?"
"Swallow Gate."
"Have you ever killed a Japanese?"
"without."
"When we approach the village later, you will follow me!"
"Okay!" Zhang Xiaodao agreed and then asked: "Squad leader."
"Yeah." Li Laosan replied casually.
"How many Japanese have you killed?"
"Uh, I haven't killed anyone."
"So you haven't killed anyone before?"
"It's just dozens of salvations."
"Oh, so you recite sutras with the soldiers." Li Laosan said seriously: "You are right, I am just a stinky Taoist priest who recites sutras." During the Qing Dynasty, Zhang Xiaoquan was very famous. In addition to scissors, he also produced other knives.
