The arrival of a small force did not attract more attention.
The battle to attack the village entered a stalemate.
The Japanese and puppet troops have the upper hand.
Now the entire western front is pressing into the village.
With the experience of encircling and suppressing various guerrilla groups many times, both the Japanese and puppet troops breathed a sigh of relief.
Because the battle has come to an end without any suspense.
Due to the large number of puppet troops, since the west has entered the village, the south and north are only on guard.
If a team of more than a thousand people participated in the attack, the small village would not be able to accommodate so many people.
The injured pseudo-captain was slightly injured and could not leave the line of fire. He was not dizzy at this time, and the two wounds on his arms did not seem to hurt.
He began to shout at the messengers to let his men press into the village.
The puppet army departments that received the order had different thoughts at this time.
It's okay to watch the excitement from the sidelines, and it's okay to go to the battlefield with real swords and guns.
There are always some sensible pseudo-officers: "Battalion Commander, the machine guns that fired in the village earlier did not move. I think the Eighth Route Army in the village is holding back a big move!"
The fake battalion commander from the south poked his big-brimmed hat with his pistol, sweat dripping down his head: "Hey, old rules, machine gun cover! Climb forward!"
Not far away the machine gun crew received the order.
"Report to the battalion commander, the machine gun was stuck in the sand during the previous attack and could not fire." The machine gunner who came up to replace him was sweating profusely. He lay on the ground and looked at the orderer, his eyes barely moving.
"That's right, it's stuck." The new assistant shooter added.
The messenger was a confidant of the fake battalion commander. He immediately waved his hands and cursed: "Then why are you still standing there? Fix it quickly."
"Yes!" The machine gunner had a determined expression on his face.
"I'm afraid it won't be able to be reinstalled if it's dismantled," the deputy shooter next to him muttered in a low voice.
"I'm afraid that it can be reinstalled after being dismantled." The machine gunner said with a smile.
"Hey." The two puppet soldiers in the machine gun group were happy.
"Baga, you two are simply the scum of the Imperial Alliance Army!" A majestic voice appeared behind the two puppet troops, speaking broken Chinese.
"Taijun?" The machine gunner was startled and quickly turned his head. Suddenly he saw the autonomous army uniform the other party was wearing and was about to curse.
Suddenly, he noticed that the yellow Taijun military uniform collar badge was a bit dazzling under the collar of the opponent's autonomous army uniform.
The puppet army's substitute machine gunner has never experienced this at all.
I was stunned for a moment, and the light machine gun in my hand also fell into the hands of "Taijun" wearing the uniform of the Autonomous Army.
Taijun moved quickly, and an assistant next to him quickly spread the oilcloth on the ground. The action of dismantling the machine gun dazzled the two puppet soldiers.
The gun cloth is constantly wiping sand and dust off the parts.
The cleaned parts were neatly placed on the oilcloth.
Following the rapid assembly, "Taijun" still had enough energy to look at the machine gunner: "Did you deliberately fill the machine gun with sand?"
"No, I swear to God, I absolutely did not! If there is a lie, the whole family will die!" The machine gunner turned pale and quickly expressed his position.
The deputy shooter was trembling and silent, while the guy next to him was cursing himself because he was the one who poured sand into the machine gun's inlet.
These two were not stupid. When they filled the barrel with sand, they only needed to replace the spare barrel to start the fire again. They threw a handful of sand directly into the feed port.
A squad of nine puppet soldiers came back, holding up guns without bullets and not daring to pull the bolt.
Because you can't see the bullet in the magazine when you pull the bolt, it will be exposed.
When the platoon commander next to him called for weapons inspection, they each tried their best to cover it up.
There was nothing I could do, lying behind me in the sun, the black muzzles of the guns in the hands of the eight men were eating meat but not vegetarian food.
I am a dead Taoist friend but not a poor monk. I am sorry for those brothers who live with me day and night!
Anyway, the reason for surrendering to the Japanese is to survive. As long as we surrender to Master Ba later, Master Ba will not kill him. We have saved the lives of our brothers!
As for the position in the south being blocked by the Eighth Route Army, what impact will it have on the direction of the entire battlefield? Does your own life matter?
The puppet troops in the north of the village were originally more than 100 meters away from the village. When they heard the order from the regimental commander who was seriously injured in his arm, the commander of the third puppet battalion immediately ordered his troops to launch an attack on the village.
The regiment commander detached part of the troops to the west. In fact, there was only one company on hand. The team of nearly a hundred people quickly dispersed into nine squads according to the instructions of the imperial army instructors during training, and followed the formation.
The third platoon remained in reserve.
The first and second platoons were divided into two echelons; the entire company's two light machine guns were concentrated in the second platoon and placed on the wings to prepare for cover and suppression firing.
The two previous shooters from the machine gun team were accidentally killed by stray bullets, which made the replacement deputy shooter feel inexplicably nervous.
The puppet soldiers always felt that something was strange this time. During the last attack, the eight-way machine guns in the village did not have much effect, and only two machine gunners were killed.
According to common sense, if there is a sharpshooter on the Eighth Route Army, he should first attack the camp to grow the talent!
The battalion commander was unafraid of death and was shouting loudly to mobilize troops: "The main platoon will attack, the three squads will disperse again, the first squad will attack from the front, and the second and third squads will flank them."
An offensive formation that was originally invincible in the world!
He was directly dismembered by the four words "creeping attack" given by the pseudo-third battalion commander.
Crazy Yang frowned as he turned to the north side through the tunnel.
Lying behind the courtyard wall, the rifle crosshairs hung on the pseudo-battalion commander's head for almost half an hour!
He had wanted to kill this guy for a long time. He was worried that if the puppet battalion commander died, the puppet army would fall apart.
Therefore, only two puppet army machine gunners were injured.
The reason why he was not killed was simple. He felt that these puppet soldiers might have been national troops before. After all, they were the same kind, so he did not kill them.
Moreover, injuring the enemy on the battlefield is more effective than killing the enemy!
This battle was very boring, the puppet army's combat effectiveness was too weak, and Camp Commander Hu's plan was probably ruined.
At the same time, I was very puzzled. I used to hear newspapers talk about how powerful the puppet army was. But after seeing it today, I have a more intuitive view.
If the puppet army follows the Japanese to pursue the national army or the defeated troops of the Eighth Route Army, their combat effectiveness is not much worse than that of the Japanese!
Just like the palm-sized poodles raised by noble ladies in Nanjing in the past, they barked harder than tigers when their owners were around.
If the owner is away or encounters some setbacks, he will not dare to say a word with his tail between his legs.
In order to let the puppet troops, who are as cowardly as mice and have no masters to control the formation, get closer, they must show their weakness to the enemy.
Madman Yang was not interested in continuing to make excuses with the puppet army, so he gave up the shooting position to Guo Erdan, a militiaman who had been following him.
The Japanese and puppet troops were pressing forward from the west, attacking house by house. After retreating into the tunnel, they pulled out the shell guns they disliked and went into the village.
Guo Erdan was so excited. He had followed the cold-faced instructor Yang for so long and finally had the opportunity to kill the enemy on the frontline battlefield.
Under the envious eyes of his comrades, he slowly poked his head out from the base of the wall, touching the rifle still stained with Madman Yang's sweat.
Follow the shooting instructions and take aim at the enemy about a hundred meters away!
Just as he was about to ask the captain behind him when he could shoot, there was suddenly a ballistic missile whizzing through the air.
He was so scared that he quickly shrank his head.
The ballistics were pulled back and forth on the courtyard wall, and ballistics continued to enter the wall.
I feel like something is wrong!
Why did Master Yang lie here and the puppet army didn't even dare to fart? As soon as he left, the puppet army's machine gun suddenly started barking?
Did the puppet army know that the cold-faced killing god was gone?
After the machine gun bullets passed, he cautiously poked his head out again.
The north of the village is more than two hundred meters wide.
Looking from a distance.
A squad of puppet troops was the main attacker, but before they set off, they all fell down.
After being a militiaman for so long, I have never seen those arrogant puppet soldiers fight in this way.
The puppet army has also never seen the Eighth Route Army fighting like this. Listen carefully to the sound of gunfire shooting northward in the village. There are almost none.
Could it be that the Eighth Route Army had been beaten by the imperial army and their companions who rushed into the village, and they were unable to resist.
Even if they thought this way, no one was willing to stand up. Even some of the puppet soldiers in the prostrate team who usually boasted that they were brave were not reckless.
Just crawling on the ground, constantly switching legs to push the body forward, chila
"Oh, my uniform is torn. Can anyone lend me a needle and thread to sew it up?"
(End of chapter)
