The machine gun suppression on both wings was fierce.
The village did not fight back.
Even climbing a distance of more than a hundred meters wouldn't take long.
The prostrate puppet troops in front quickly arrived about fifty meters away from the village, where several corpses were left on the ground during the previous attack.
Seeing that his own people finally came up again, the puppet soldier lying behind a certain corpse started to cry while covering the wound that suddenly oozing blood.
The puppet soldiers who came over finally couldn't bear it, and reluctantly stood up from their knees, and began to pull bandages to bandage the wounded puppet soldiers lying on the ground.
The puppet soldiers who were on guard finally took advantage of the corpses of their companions and couldn't help but raise their heads to carefully look at the village.
The gunfire in the village seemed to become sparse, and the puppet troops continued to move forward.
I have never been so frustrated. Each one's head is as low as possible from the ground. I wish I could bury my head in the ground and act like a earthly grandson, moving forward like a snake.
Thirty meters is the most dangerous distance because grenades may be thrown by the villagers.
This time the puppet troops attacking from the front were unwilling to move forward, waiting for the puppet troops outflanking them to advance first.
Guo Erdan's eyes were wide open, and his crosshair was aimed at the head of a puppet soldier. The person who opened his eyes when aiming was either a novice or an expert.
The observer next to him suddenly muttered: "You've been aiming for ten minutes, why haven't you fired yet?"
"Ah, don't you have to obey the command?"
"You idiot, you now occupy the position of company commander. If you shoot, everyone will follow suit."
"Hey, I'm still waiting for you to shoot first."
boom.
Before he finished speaking, the bullet rushed out of the muzzle in a panic.
Madman Yang fell in love with Erdan Guo because he could aim with his eyes open when shooting.
The militiamen had little opportunity to shoot at all, and there was little opportunity for live fire during training.
I followed the Ninth Battalion to attack the county town. After receiving the rifle, I followed Luo Fugui in the first battle outside the Japanese army camp. The first bridge clamp was all empty.
However, when this guy was finally encircling and suppressing the Japanese who were hiding in private houses, he was able to hit the Japanese who were quickly looking out from a distance of thirty meters!
There are very few people with this kind of shooting ability, innate gun sense!
A bullet whizzed past the head of the pseudo-squad leader.
The pseudo-squad leader who was observing was frightened half to death, and he immediately shouted: "Shoot at the base of the wall."
Although the puppet soldiers who have been trained by the Japanese are afraid of death, they still have some abilities after all.
He immediately raised his gun and fired back at the wall where he had just fired.
Bang bang bang.
There was a burst of gunfire.
Da da da.
The puppet machine gunners who suppressed them from behind were also very skilled. The bullets fired at the puppet troops hit the wall where dust was spattered and suppressed them violently.
Generally, most Eighth Route Army soldiers start shooting at the enemy after the commander yells "hit".
The soldiers of the Ninth Battalion seemed to behave differently.
Even if gunshots are fired from the command position, no one thinks that is the beginning of a battle and everyone should immediately fire a volley.
The soldier hiding in the shooting position at the base of the wall seemed to be too calm.
Still according to my own understanding, I only shoot when I am 50% sure of hitting the target.
Bang. Bang bang
Mixed in with the gunfire fired back by the puppet troops, it was so sparse that it could almost be ignored.
The puppet soldiers lying on the ground kept howling while covering their thigh wounds that suddenly started to bleed.
A few of them were shot in the head and turned into ostriches, finally burrowing into the earth with the blood of white flowers.
Under the wall, the squad leader and observer yelled and cursed: "Your mother will miss you if you are so close."
The soldier felt aggrieved: "I clearly aimed at his thigh, but who knew he would suddenly twist his body and bring his head up?"
"Aim everything, only the enemy's thighs!"
"Can I spank my calves?"
"Can I put on the baseboards?"
The puppet soldiers lying on the ground were constantly shot in the thigh or calf.
The puppet soldiers almost all screamed strangely.
In their subconscious, even if they are faked, they can survive as long as they lie down.
Some smart puppet soldiers immediately lay down behind their companions.
The almost negligible gunshots suddenly stopped.
It seemed as if no gunfire had ever been fired in the village.
A squad of 11 puppet troops were on the offensive. What could they do even if they hid behind the corpses?
The total number of soldiers was so small, and every puppet soldier had already been numbered by the Eighth Route Observers in the village.
The observer smiled proudly and sang: "I have a chicken in my left hand and a chicken in my right hand."
"Where are the chickens?" A rough voice came from the back yard.
There was unbearable joy in his voice.
Then an ugly face with a cheerful smile and triangular eyes appeared.
"Hey, Captain Luo, why are you here? Aren't you in the south of the village?"
The puppet troops attacking in the north of the village lay on the ground, most of them with injured legs and feet, secretly glad to have escaped.
Quickly move your body and hide behind individual dead companions, quickly forming a chain.
There was nothing we could do. Those who turned around and tried to flee back were all shot. The gangsters in the village seemed to particularly enjoy beating their thighs and calves.
The screams of the wounded puppet soldiers lying on the ground seemed to be much lower. Some people were constantly struggling because of pain or to bandage their wounds.
The villagers did not seem to have fired.
The puppet soldiers seemed to understand something instantly. There were rumors that there were sharpshooters who specialized in hitting people on the thighs, and then used the targets as bait to kill their companions who came to the rescue.
At this time, anyone who dares to get up and run will definitely be shot.
A wounded soldier of the puppet army attacking from the left wing was pushed to the front.
"Your mother, I'm not dead yet." The one who spoke rolled his eyes and endured the pain, not daring to move. At such a close distance, if the villagers shot him, he would have to return to the west.
"It's okay. The Eighth Route Army lacks ammunition and won't shoot at corpses." The puppet soldier who was also injured grimaced in pain.
"Then you quickly cover my wound."
"Fuck you, if the Eighth Route Army knows that you are a wounded person, if they shoot you again, you will really turn into a corpse."
"Believe it or not, I'm going to pull a grenade right now? Everyone died on the same day, same year, same month," the pseudo-wounded man knew clearly that if his wounds were not bandaged, he would bleed to death sooner or later.
"Okay, okay, I'm going to cover your wound. Don't move around."
"Hey, waiting like this is not an option."
"Then you climb back and try."
The fake battalion commander was lying on the ground, and light machine guns on both sides kept firing.
Seeing that the attacking platoon had "arrived" more than thirty meters away from the village.
They seemed to be shouting loudly and forming a formation.
There were only sporadic returns of gunfire in the village.
It was immediately judged that because Taijun was attacking from the west, the Eighth Route Army did not have many people deployed in the north of the village.
He quickly followed the command skills learned during the training of the imperial army and ordered the second echelon of puppet troops to quickly participate in the attack.
First, to enhance offensive troops and firepower, and second, to consolidate the "defense line."
Then he yelled at the third echelon to prepare for a full-scale attack!
A company of more than a hundred people is divided into three echelons. The tactics are not unskilled!
East of the village.
Surrounding three groups, some of the puppet troops kept digging "fortifications" while others hid in simple fortifications and stood ready.
West of the village.
The puppet soldiers who entered the village followed the Japanese soldiers step by step, slowly moving forward in the endless smoke of gunpowder.
One by one, holding rifles and grenades, they followed the wall. They wished they could turn into a picture and stick it on the wall like Monkey Sun.
No matter how low you bend your waist, all it takes is a big-brimmed hat to completely cover your head and become an ostrich that can't see anything.
The Japanese soldier who was leaning against the wall in front suddenly stopped and turned his head. He leaned against the wall with a ferocious face and kept waving his hands to signal the following puppet troops to drill through the hole in the wall and attack.
The puppet soldiers also have some skills. They hide behind holes in the wall and throw grenades first.
The moment after the explosion shrapnel and shock wave passed, he quickly rushed into the smoke.
Don't care about anything after passing by. First form a team and shoot randomly and then find cover.
