The heavy machine guns of the Japanese armored vehicles suppressed them for several rounds in a row, and more than half of them were consumed.
The bullets he carries are limited, and if he continues to shoot, he will become an iron bastard without minions.
Being beaten out of the village by the Eighth Route Army again, the arrogance of the Japanese and puppet troops was finally extinguished.
It proves that this group of people in the village is definitely the main force of the Eighth Route Army!
For the first time in his life, Lieutenant Gui Zixian was speechless while lying in the headquarters under the cover of an armored vehicle.
After putting down the telescope, he immediately summoned the elite second lieutenants and the pseudo-regiment commanders who were slightly injured and could not leave the firing line to discuss countermeasures.
The assistant next to him came over: "Your Majesty Lieutenant, something seems to be wrong. The person we sent to call for help has not returned yet."
The military police lieutenant was stunned for a moment: "The warriors and patrols guarding the west highway, haven't you seen them?"
"I only saw them taking the phone to the telephone pole, and I didn't see them coming back."
When squadron-sized Japanese soldiers come out, they usually bring a portable phone, climb a telephone pole, and make direct calls using the telephone lines available everywhere in the occupied area.
The lieutenant's mood became increasingly bad.
As the team that participated in the attack on the village came back to report the situation, the situation in the village was basically clear. Although there were not many people on Tubal Road, they had strong firepower and many bullets.
Use the tunnels in the village to lay out an ambush in advance.
In other words, Tuba Road is really in trouble this time!
If there is no good way, there is no way to eliminate this group of Tubal in a short time.
The pseudo-regiment commander who was commanding not far away limped into the imperial army headquarters behind the armored vehicle, stood in front of the lieutenant and behind the three Japanese second lieutenants, he bowed his head and said nothing.
He knew very well that the lieutenant was on the verge of breaking out.
Whatever he said might get him slapped, even though the other party's military rank was much lower than his own.
Moreover, he didn't know what to say at all.
However, the military police lieutenant didn't seem to blame him. After he finished questioning the attacking Imperial Army second lieutenants, he coughed dryly and began to summarize: "Now it can be proved that we have a very powerful opponent."
Having said this, his gloomy eyes suddenly looked at the pseudo-regiment leader standing behind him: "Your department should be more familiar with the situation in this area. Please tell me about the situation in the village!"
The translator led by the imperial army died, and the pseudo-regiment leader also had a translator himself.
The translation skills didn't seem to be very good, and he kept pointing out: "In this area, banditry has been serious for many years. Most of the people in the village have built cellars to hide in. In the past two years, under the influence of the Eighth Route Army, the villagers began to connect the cellars to form tunnels."
The military police lieutenant was stunned for a moment. It was no secret that the Eighth Route Army organized villagers to build tunnels to hide in order to cope with the imperial army's raids.
But there has never been any precedent of the Eighth Route Army using tunnels as battlefield fortifications.
This time he lost troops and generals because he underestimated the enemy. He knew this very clearly.
Second, when encountering such a situation suddenly, it is wrong to not organize an attack well, just like a cat sees a mouse getting into a hole and has absolutely nothing to do with the mouse unless it waits for the mouse to come out!
No matter how good the offensive organization is, no matter how excellent the tactics are, they cannot cope with the situation at hand.
Thinking of this, the lieutenant looked at the pseudo-captain and his tone became kind: "Then, do you have any way to deal with them?"
The pseudo-captain quickly thought of ways to kill mice: "Of course there are, such as fire attacks, water attacks, poison gas, poison, and mouse traps."
The military police lieutenant looked at the village. There were not many flammable materials in the village, so fire attack was difficult. There was no river nearby, and water attack was not possible. This time, he did not bring gas bombs with him, and there was no way to release poison. The translator explained these methods. Bai said.
The assistant next to him suddenly whispered into the lieutenant's ear.
After a while.
The military police lieutenant suddenly began to smile evilly: "Of course the best way to deal with mice is to use cats."
The translator began to translate, and then added: "If there is no cat, a snake will do!"
The pseudo-captain was a little surprised as to why Taijun was laughing, and didn’t understand what the translator said about cats and snakes: “What does Taijun mean?”
"A cat or a snake that can enter the tunnel!" the translator muttered.
The puppet leader suddenly realized that Taijun was going to let the imperial army disguise themselves as ordinary people and sneak into the tunnel.
I was shocked! No, Taijun must be planning to launch another smoke attack, and then let his men wear ordinary people's clothes and drill into the tunnel.
The military police lieutenant had already turned around and ordered to the messenger: "Send someone to Cheng'an County immediately and ask the Autonomous Army to prepare a hundred pieces of civilian clothes and send them over!"
The Japanese messenger from the south hurriedly came over to report: "Report, the vanguard of the Autonomous Army has arrived and is resting at the position south of the village."
Autonomous Army?
Some of the Eighth Route Army in the village wear autonomous army uniforms, and some wear civilian clothes.
"Na Li? Call them over immediately, I want to ask questions!" The lieutenant, who felt that he had found a solution to the eight-way problem in the village, was in a better mood.
village.
roof.
With Madman Yang watching, Hu Yi stopped looking at the Japanese and puppet troops withdrawing from the west of the village.
After hearing the observer's report, Hu Yi looked southward with a dark face, holding a telescope and looking at a certain scene without turning his eyes.
In the field of vision, a lock of hair emerged from the middle of a large-brimmed hat and swayed. This daring person actually mixed with the puppet soldiers in the south of the village.
Under the cover of the big-brimmed hat of the autonomous army next to him, he kept looking around and shrinking his head.
The eyes of both parties finally met.
The little face holding the telescope turned to the west.
Then, a puppet soldier next to the little girl began to raise a flag and wave it, indicating that Hu Yi was ready to launch an attack to the west of the village.
Hu Yi was confused. Jiuying only dared to confront the Japanese because of the village's authenticity.
There are five Japanese armored vehicles with heavy machine guns in the west of the village. Anyone who dares to leave the village will be killed!
A veteran observer kept staring at the armored vehicles and counting: "The heavy machine guns installed by the Japanese on the motorcycles fired more than 40 rounds with bullet protectors. Each armored vehicle should have fired more than a thousand rounds."
Next to him, Luo Fugui glared and said, "My dear grandma, can you please stop reporting? Didn't you see Liu Yuanqing and his men approaching the armored vehicle?"
Before the observer could reply, Tang Dagou shouted: "If the armored vehicle is captured this time, I must have one."
"Grandma, if you want that iron bastard to be useless, can you drive it? Aren't you afraid that the Japanese will send a flying chicken to kill you with a bomb?"
The half-ear next to him muttered: "Uh-huh, some people want to marry Guihua, and they plan to seize the iron bastard and hand it over to the political commissar as a dowry!"
"You dare to imitate me?" The big dog bared his teeth.
"If you want to marry Guihua, I think you should find the village chief Yatou."
South of the village.
After receiving the order from the commander of the imperial army, the reinforcements from the autonomous army separated into a platoon and moved towards the west.
Under the instructions of Instructor Hong, Liu Yuanqing personally led the team and calmly directed the students to lead the militiamen, with submachine guns hanging on their chests and rifle bayonets pointing at the rebel puppet troops on the battlefield to the west in the trenches.
Give full play to the fearless adventurous spirit of the Nine Battalions, and with the determination to win even if it is necessary to die, calmly and calmly prepare for battlefield raids.
At this time, as long as one traitorous puppet army yells, Liu Yuanqing and more than 20 elites will be wiped out.
The autonomous troops rushed to the west of the village panting and embarrassed, with a force of one platoon and company!
They were huddled together in a large mess with the Japanese and puppet troops who had retreated and lay crooked in the ditch.
Looking at this group of autonomous troops with messy equipment, although the Japanese and puppet soldiers had doubts in their hearts, no one stopped them.
The senior soldier of the Imperial Army who led the team came to the headquarters with a subordinate with a southern pistol hanging on his waist. His other subordinates were stopped behind.
After giving a standard military salute to the military police lieutenant, he stood in front of the Japanese military police lieutenant, his lips trembling and his legs weak.
I think it was partly because he was tired, and partly because he was afraid of being slapped under the lieutenant's intense gaze.
The superior soldier was tall and could sing fluently: "The Autonomous Army was too slow to assemble. I brought a company's vanguard here for reinforcements. I was ambushed by the guerrillas on the road and lost a lot of people. There are still a large number of wounded in the south. The large army I’ll be there in a moment.”
"Did you encounter an ambush on the road?" The military police lieutenant frowned: "Does Tubal Road still want to encircle the area and call for reinforcements?"
The superior soldier quickly shook his head: "Those people are wearing the uniforms of the Autonomous Army."
The lieutenant felt that the imperial army in front of him spoke a little strangely, and there were few such tall people among the imperial army: "Have you been in the autonomous army for a long time? It seems that you can even speak your hometown dialect with a Chinese accent?"
The superior soldier took out a piece of white stuff from his pocket: "The captain requires us to learn Chinese. I will work harder!"
The lieutenant suddenly became alert: "Eight, what are you going to do with a scalpel in your hand?"
In the headquarters pit, a burst of red suddenly surged.
The lieutenant held his neck, his throat roared and he couldn't speak.
The headquarters was formed by digging and widening the trenches previously dug by the puppet troops.
At this time, there happened to be an autonomous army carrying a submachine gun and blocking the entrance of the trench that led to the north and south.
The Japanese and puppet soldiers huddled in the trench looked at the rare submachine guns.
It was impossible to see the specific situation in the command pit behind the armored vehicle.
Bang bang bang.
The southern pistol suddenly rang in the command post.
(End of chapter)
