Seven were killed by gunshot wounds to the head, five were seriously wounded, and three were slightly wounded.
They were all Bao's platoon commanders, and half the platoon suffered casualties.
For the autonomous army, a dozen platoon leaders are enough to support half of the main regiment!
Xiao Hongying couldn't bear such a loss!
He rushed into the wilderness and pounced forward, flattening the eyes of the sacrificed soldiers one by one.
There is no more clarity in the eyes, only endless flames.
She did not take the sniper rifle handed over by Li Laosan, but turned to stare at Liu Yuanqing: "How do you want me to explain to the district political commissar uncle?"
Liu Yuanqing felt uncomfortable and did not answer Xiao Hongying immediately.
He took out the unedited full-page bird newspaper he found wrapped in oil paper and handed it to Xiao Hongying.
Xiao Hongying's dirty little face twisted: "What is this?"
"This Japs is the Military God of North China!" Liu Yuanqing looked bitter and took out another Japs Award: "For this alone, you don't have to answer to anyone."
Xiao Hongying couldn't read the newspaper, but she knew the word "praise".
Holding the piece of commendation paper in his hand, he looked at the curved bird characters and picked out many familiar Chinese characters.
After being stunned for a while, he turned around.
He took the sniper rifle from Li Laosan, rubbed it for a while, and then handed the rifle to Liu Yuanqing: "It would be most appropriate for him to follow you."
Liu Yuanqing shook his head and said sincerely: "Zhang Xiaodao is the most suitable."
After saying that, he took the rifle and handed it to Zhang Xiaodao.
Then he turned to look at Xiao Hongying and lowered his voice: "I will bring him out. He will be the devil in the little devil's dream."
Zhang Xiaodao was a little confused. He knew the importance of this rifle to Instructor Hong.
He was just a little bolder, although logically speaking, he did capture the gun.
Seven platoon-level commanders were sacrificed for this rifle.
He didn't feel that he had the honor to carry this rifle, and he felt uneasy: "I can't do this."
Xiao Hongying looked at Zhang Xiaodao with a calm face: "Take it, until I kill seventy Japs, I want you to look good."
Zhang Xiaodao was trembling in his heart. Isn't this a good idea?
In the Third Column, there are only a handful of fighting heroes who have killed ten Japs. You can count the names of those heroes on your fingers.
Liu Yuanqing thought for a while.
He took Xiao Hongying's arm and left the crowd, lowering his voice: "Bury these two devils first, and order everyone not to talk about this matter to the outside world."
"Why?"
"If you don't want to suffer crazy revenge from the Japanese, you'd better listen to my arrangements."
"How crazy can it be?" Xiao Hongying raised her head and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"The Japs value honor very much. If they knew that we had killed this Japs named Suzuki, they might mobilize a division or even planes and tanks to encircle and suppress us."
"Are you really good at blowing it?"
"Bury that car into the ground immediately, and kill those nine puppet soldiers!"
Xiao Hongying said with a dark face: "They are prisoners."
Liu Yuanqing shook his head: "You have a gun in your hand, and you are not a prisoner until you raise your hands and surrender!"
Li Laosan muttered: "We are now an autonomous army guard camp, so we don't need to be careful, right?"
Liu Yuanqing turned his head, looked at Li Laosan who was standing more than ten meters away with a dark face and yelled: "Is your mother Shunfeng Er?"
Li Laosan shrank his neck: "You are talking too loudly, okay?"
Xiao Hongying glanced at Li Laosan, then looked away and asked Liu Yuanqing: "Why do you think Zhang Xiaodao is suitable for that sniper rifle?"
Liu Yuanqing looked calm: "A person who can see the target more clearly with just his eyes than with a telescope is a natural sniper."
"You are so awesome, brag to the sky"
"I told you when they were training, his hand holding the gun hardly shook. Although he is very thin, his physical endurance is better than Li Laosan!"
"That's true." Xiao Hongying thought about the training given to the guerrillas two days ago: "Then what are the specific requirements for becoming a sniper?"
Liu Yuanqing glanced at Xiao Hongying: "Originally, you are also very suitable."
"Hehe, my marksmanship is just mediocre." Xiao Hongying's previous sadness has long been lost to the Kingdom of Java. She can take it up and let it go, and her kindness but not the ability to control soldiers has won Hu Yizhen's inheritance.
"Your physical strength is not good enough. A sniper is not hiding somewhere waiting for a target to appear."
"I practice swordsmanship every morning now!" Xiao Hongying was not satisfied with Liu Yuanqing's evaluation of herself.
"Can you soak in the latrine for a day?" Liu Yuanqing had a strange smile on his face.
"vomit"
It's very difficult to bury a car.
More than forty people took action together.
The nine puppet soldiers were not killed.
Because the pseudo-squad leader has proof of his return to the war.
Of course, this person has good eyesight and a lot of knowledge.
People dressed as ordinary people appeared from the east, and when the opponent came over, they spread out into a battle formation.
He immediately understood what was going on and went straight to the point where he was alone. He didn't run away at all and knelt on the ground with a gun in his hands from a distance.
On the plains, apart from mules and horses, the only ones that could compete with the Eighth Route Army were Japanese cars.
The sounds of fighting outside the village were completely incomparable to the scenes in the village.
The Japanese and puppet troops who besieged the village paid no attention to this small scene.
A team of more than fifty people came from the south.
The offensive and defensive battle in the village is still fierce.
The puppet troops took the lead, and the Japanese followed up, and once again "successfully" attacked and broke through the west line of defense in the village.
The Japanese crouched against the courtyard wall, holding their guns but not showing their heads.
Use hand grenades to clear the way.
The various courtyards under the sun were filled with dust and gunpowder smoke.
The battlefield entered a house-to-house search, offensive and defensive battle, and no puppet soldier dared to climb over the wall.
Suddenly a murmur came from the top of a certain floor: "Hey, that group of puppet soldiers outside the village seems to be raising flags."
"The puppet army is making a flag, what the hell are you talking about!"
"No, our semaphore can only use some common troop numbers, attack, retreat and other tactical terms, but they keep using "999999"
"Are you trying to stutter? What on earth are you doing?"
The observer handed the binoculars to the big dog lying on the roof: "Look at the guy lying behind the puppet army with a braid on his head. What else do you think it could be?"
"The one who made the smoke is here?"
"I can't think of anyone else who would put a hole in the middle of a big-brimmed hat."
"Why isn't Wang Peng's camp guarding the perimeter? How did she get into the puppet army?"
"Listen up, don't fire random shots at the puppet troops at the western end of the south." The observer looked embarrassed.
The pseudo-company commander looked at the group of autonomous troops brought back by his subordinates: "Why are there only these few reinforcements?"
"As you said, we are the vanguard. Our brigade commander Cheng will be here soon with a large number of troops!"
"Are you from the second brigade?"
Shopkeeper Cheng Er spoke with a local accent and looked arrogant: "What? You're not welcome? I'll go back to the brigade commander now and tell him not to come!"
"Wait a minute, how many people did your brigade commander bring?"
"Not much, maybe a thousand numbers."
"Then you take a look at the situation first. We have been fighting for three hours. It will be your turn to attack later!" The pseudo-company commander shook his head.
Now that the regiment commander was injured, the battalion commander didn't want to see these autonomous troops and asked him to contact them, so he had no choice but to comfort them with kind words.
Shopkeeper Cheng Er spoke with a local accent and looked arrogant: "What? You're not welcome? I'll go back to the brigade commander now and tell him not to come!"
"Wait a minute, how many people did your brigade commander bring?"
"Not much, maybe a thousand numbers."
"Then you take a look at the situation first. We have been fighting for three hours. It will be your turn to attack later!" The pseudo-company commander looked happy and shook his head.
Now that the regiment commander is injured, the battalion commander doesn't like to see these duplicitous autonomous troops, so he is asked to contact him and comfort them first, so that they can take the lead.
(End of chapter)
