The observer hidden in the tunnel quietly poked his head out from the root of a certain courtyard wall.
In the narrow field of vision, a group of unlucky Japanese soldiers were looking out and following closely behind the puppet soldiers in front.
Looking left and right, the second echelon of puppet troops was creeping out of the hole in the broken wall filled with gunpowder smoke.
The observer quickly shrank his head: "A squadron of puppet troops took the lead, followed by more than ten Japanese soldiers, and a large number of puppet troops behind them have entered the ambush range."
"A group of grenades are ready." A voice spread in the tunnel.
The floating soil, piles of rubble, and small piles of firewood in the corner seemed to begin to shake on their own.
The puppet soldiers following at the end were a little confused, although there was news from the front that the Eighth Route Army might have entered the tunnel.
But when I saw the movement on the ground, I felt extremely ridiculous and dumbfounded.
Just turned the gun and prepared to shoot.
One after another, smoking grenades have broken out of the ground.
The puppet troops in the courtyard were not given any more time to react.
Although it was unclear how the eight-legged soldiers who could penetrate the ground threw the grenades, everyone knew how disastrous the consequences would be if no cover was found before the iron lump exploded.
There is no such thing as rushing forward to crush a grenade with your body regardless of your own safety.
After lying down, panicking for cover is the wisest choice.
There is no hiding place in the yard except for those little dirt bags in the corners.
It's not that there is none, the body of my companion
A certain smart puppet soldier was congratulating himself that there was no grenade around him with his comrade's body between him and the grenade.
There was a clang sound, and another grenade landed at his feet. He could only desperately use his legs to kick the grenade at his feet into the legs of his companion. The companion looked at him with that look.
Panic, anger, despair, helplessness.
The pseudo-squad leader stared at a grenade on the left and right sides of his body.
He picked up a smoking one and stuffed it into the hole in the courtyard wall where a grenade was thrown.
Only then did I realize that the other party had already blocked the entrance of the cave.
boom.
A bullet was also fired from the hole, knocking the pseudo-squad leader over in the corner.
The pseudo-squad leader, who was shot in the chest, used his last strength to throw the grenade out of the hospital, but unfortunately he overestimated his own strength.
The smoking grenade staggered towards the imperial army's side of the east courtyard wall.
Perhaps feeling that he was doomed this time, the pseudo-squad leader suddenly calmed down.
I thought to myself, is Tubalu crazy?
We don’t really want to risk our lives with you, why are you throwing so many grenades?
Can't you go grab those princes?
There are only about ten people in my class, and you threw more than a dozen grenades. Are you not bullying others?
You are so poor, why don't you throw away two less?
Now there are almost no dead spots in the entire yard.
It's not worth wasting so many grenades on us!
The Japanese in the yard turned their backs to the grenades thrown out and turned around when they heard the frightened voices of the puppet soldiers behind them.
Just seeing the smoking iron lump on the ground, there was no time to dodge.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The first flash of light expanded violently with gunpowder smoke, and the ever-expanding gunpowder smoke seemed to violently compress the air.
Followed by the second cloud of smoke.
Shrapnel began to wreak havoc in the yard, and lying on the ground was not necessarily safe.
The midsummer sun scorched the earth extremely hot, and coupled with the heat generated by the explosion, the temperature in the entire yard suddenly rose.
From the north of the village to the south of the village.
Numerous grenades exploded one after another in various yards.
It seems to form a wall of light blue smoke more than ten meters wide.
Seeing smoking grenades being thrown out from the base of the wall, some of the puppet soldiers at the back were lucky. The delayed grenades gave them a chance to exit the yard.
Clouds of gunpowder smoke rushed out from the hole in the wall. The puppet soldiers clinging to the edge of the wall felt the shaking of the earth, shaking the wall.
Finally losing his composure, he dropped his rifle and ran back, not caring about the shouts of the squad leader and platoon leader next to him.
After the explosion, the courtyard seemed to suddenly turn into darkness. There were always those puppet soldiers who were only injured but did not die immediately.
Standing up in the dark smoke, I couldn't see anything, my mind was buzzing, and I was completely confused.
The shock waves generated by the superposition of multiple grenade explosions injured the internal organs of the puppet soldiers.
Whether you can survive such a violent explosion, only God knows
The second echelon of puppet troops flanked from the north and south were crawling about thirty meters away from the village.
The Eighth Route Army rushed over almost without firing a shot. They originally thought that the brothers lying on the ground had established a defensive line.
As a result, when I rushed closer, I discovered that all the brothers on the ground were lame and had their legs broken.
One by one, they hurriedly shouted to each other and asked about the situation, listening to the strange screams from their companions.
The puppet soldiers who came over were so stunned that they immediately lay down on the ground and did not dare to move.
Suddenly, I heard continuous explosions of grenades starting in the village.
He quickly poked his head out and was dumbfounded at the horrifying scene in the village.
Then what is cowardice, a very perfect explanation.
"Fuck, that prince in the village is probably going to be in trouble!"
"No, I just saw the first battalion following Taijun into the village."
"Eighth Master is too cruel."
"Fortunately, we climbed slowly."
"Thank you Taishang Laojun" "Thank you Tathagata Buddha."
"Thank you Guanyin Bodhisattva." "Thank you Jade Emperor."
"Thank you Erlang God" "Thank you Roaring Sky Dog"
"Hey, why are you thanking Roaring Sky Dog?"
"None of your business"
Occasionally rifle shots were heard in the south of the village.
A Czech light machine gun suddenly began to roar continuously.
The sporadic shooting that was originally cool suddenly turned into a ballistic snake.
He despicably pursued the puppet soldiers lying on the ground who were trying to outflank them.
Under the dazzling sunlight, the ballistics could not be seen at all. You could only hear the ruthless whistling of the bullets as the warheads swept past, followed by a muffled thud into the flesh and splashes of blood, or a harsh thud into the dust.
Blood flowers are fluttering, the cold wind is blowing, and the cold wind of summer is biting.
After hearing the constant reports from the observers, the battlefield messengers in front reported the progress of the battlefield in the village.
Seeing the frightening smoke and smoke in the village, the Japanese lieutenant in charge was terrified.
He knew very well that the decision was not that the attack on the Eighth Route Army by the Imperial Army Warriors was effective, but that the Imperial Army Warriors were ambushed again.
After careful consideration, he did not dare to order the Imperial Army and Imperial Alliance Army to move forward.
If we send people to attack again, we won't be able to protect them all, and we will have to ambush them.
Rushing into the village at this time didn't seem to work at all.
Tubalu actually used the tunnel to detour back to the middle of the imperial army!
This is not a matter of multiple people attacking at all, but a matter of filling the village with people.
Suddenly, I remembered that I had seen a special tactic mentioned in Chinese military books: the refueling tactic.
Of course, I am that poor oil.
Now that there are no armored vehicles, it is impossible to provide support.
Even if we fight with more and less, there is no chance of winning.
The lieutenant finally ordered the entire attacking team to retreat.
The Japanese and puppet troops did not dare to turn around at this time. Under the suppression of truck-mounted heavy machines in the west of the village, they had to keep their guns pointed at the village and retreat backwards.
(End of chapter)
