The Eighth Route Army soldiers in the village seemed to have no idea of cherishing bullets.
Light machine guns are still conducting intermittent suppression on the southwest side of the village.
Puff, puff, crack, crack, and the sound of empty bullets was endless.
Clouds of dust and mist rise and dance, and occasionally a cloud of red and white blood brain fog rises.
Bullets howled wildly above his head, destroying everything in his path. The craters formed after hitting the pile of soil on the east side of the trench continued to increase, and the violent impact with the ground seemed to tear the earth into pieces.
The trajectory of the machine gun always stretches from south to north, and then from north to south within a certain section of the puppet trenches.
Rifle bullets fired from a distance kept picking off the heads of some Japanese observers who were not afraid of death.
There were more than 300 Japanese soldiers surrounding the village. Except for a few seriously injured survivors, almost all of the death-defying commandos were wiped out.
After several consecutive attacks on the village, the Japanese lost nearly half of an infantry squadron.
The Japanese and puppet troops hiding in the trenches on the north side were suddenly shot by heavy machine guns and had no time to react, resulting in heavy casualties.
The whole ditch is like a hell on earth.
Some Japanese soldiers near the headquarters on the south side were stabbed to death, and armored vehicles fired at the trenches on the north side.
The Japs finally realized something was wrong.
The situation is not complicated, eh, it is very critical!
The second lieutenant went to the headquarters for a pre-array meeting. From the time the gun was fired at the headquarters, he never came back or received any new orders.
Totally unreasonable.
The sergeant of the first team approaching the headquarters finally couldn't help shouting and asked several other sergeants scattered nearby to bring people with him to approach the headquarters with him.
The battlefield discipline of the Japanese army is far from comparable to that of the puppet army, and the orders of the sergeant of the first team were fully implemented.
The Japanese who thought they had escaped from the village gathered again and started heading north.
The trenches were not deep, and the middle was crowded with Imperial Army troops with hideaway machines roaring bullets.
These idiots who are afraid of death don't seem to understand the orders of the imperial army at all.
Helpless, the Japanese hunkered down and faced north with his bayonet in a weird posture, shouting Baga loudly.
The puppet soldiers were honest and took the initiative to squeeze into half of the crowd, leaving the other half for the Japanese to go north.
The Japs finally formed a line, and they cursed with Chen that the trenches were too shallow, that they had to dodge bullets above their heads when moving, and that they couldn't even straighten their legs when marching with their waists bent.
Kind of like taking a duck walk.
Now, the speed to the north cannot be increased at all.
The whistling sound of bullets above my head was endless, and if I popped my head even a little bit, I would be shot.
The puppet soldiers looked at the Japanese passing by, pretending not to know anything.
This matter cannot be mixed up!
boom.
After the devils from the south left.
A huge ball of fire suddenly erupted from the bottom of the armored vehicle at the southern end, which was still shooting eastward, and instantly enveloped the armored vehicle.
Following the northernmost armored vehicle, a huge fireball erupted from the bottom of the vehicle again.
The leading sergeant immediately stopped and turned his head, with a look of fear on his face.
Of the five armored vehicles, only the one in the middle seemed to have stopped shooting.
The heavy machine gun seemed to be slowly pointing east.
Although the rotation speed was very slow, the sergeant had a hunch that the muzzle of the heavy machine gun would definitely point south before he rushed to the headquarters.
With no other choice, the sergeant screamed: "Get out of the trench, throw a grenade, and blow up that armored vehicle."
The imperial army, which was squatting in the trenches, jumped out of the trenches upon hearing the order and strode towards the headquarters.
The more than 300 Japanese soldiers have been so miserable that only about 30 of them are able to carry guns and go into battle!
The Japanese's fearless and fearless attitude got the better of them again, and they ran towards the center.
village.
Observers loudly reported the situation from time to time.
Hu Yi saw clearly in the field of view of the telescope.
Seeing the Japs from the south charging toward Liu Yuanqing, who had taken away the Japs' headquarters, he immediately ordered: "Fire cover, everyone on the western front, get out!"
The Eighth Route Army in the village suddenly appeared under the cover of machine guns.
one, two
Soon it became a line
Then pull it into pieces.
There was clearly a company of puppet troops in the south of the village, but there was no response at all.
Because, sharp-eyed observers saw the injured regiment commander standing next to the only remaining armored vehicle and personally waving a flag to signal to all units not to shoot!
More than a hundred figures coming out of the village spread out and marched westward into a large area.
The two wings were on alert, and the black muzzles of the guns were glaring in the sunlight.
The team in the middle kept firing to the west, and the Japanese charging toward the center fell down one after another.
Someone began to appear in the trenches and shoot at the Japanese who rushed out of the trenches.
Followed by the sound of submachine guns in the command post.
A certain Japanese soldier had a clear view of the situation in the headquarters pit before he was shot.
He smashed the safety-protected grenade cap onto the helmet, then raised his arm and threw the grenade into the command pit.
The pseudo-regiment leader was startled when he saw the grenade thrown at him. He didn't care about being forced by Li Laosan to wave the flag, and just used a standard tactic to lie forward, then turned over and hid under the armored vehicle next to him.
Zhang Xiaodao's eyes widened, and he swung the 38 rifle he had just captured in half a circle. The butt of the rifle suddenly came into contact with the grenade that was thrown at him, and he directly knocked the grenade into a different direction and landed in the west of the pit.
Then, three or four black grenades flew over from the south.
Li Laosan screamed: "Run quickly, get out of this pit"
The soldiers who heard Li Laosan's order quickly climbed out of the Japanese headquarters and quickly lay down.
Standing in the pit, Zhang Xiaodao's eyes widened with anger and he shouted: "Well done!"
Holding the barrel of the gun with one hand and the body of the gun with the other, he rotated his body and the rifle butt followed suit.
Bang bang bang bang
Three of the four grenades that were thrown at him were knocked away.
The design of the Little Japanese hand-cranked machine gun tower was a failure. Liu Yuanqing's arm and wrist holding the crank handle kept turning in circles.
The heavy machine gun finally pointed at the trench to the south.
His sweaty hand took off the crank handle and put his hand on the heavy machine gun trigger.
Chug tug tug.
The heavy machine gun ballistics continued to rush towards the Japanese who dispersed and rushed towards the armored vehicle.
The Eighth Route Army soldiers rushed out of the village, shouting to kill, and the sound of gunfire was loud. Bullets were poured into the crowd of Japanese who had lost the cover of the trenches as if they were free.
Boom boom boom.
The time delay finally ended after the grenade smashed open by Zhang Xiaodao fell to the ground.
There was a sudden explosion.
The plumes of smoke from the explosions almost completely enveloped the Japanese headquarters.
Some of the puppet soldiers, whose nerves were already tense, had never experienced such a battle. When they saw the dust flying, they immediately jumped out of the trenches with a strange sound and ran westward.
In their opinion, leaving here is the best choice.
Animals have a herd mentality, and so do puppet soldiers.
Even if only one person actually runs out, and it seems like nothing happened, two more will follow.
Soon, all the puppet troops in the trenches in the southwest of the village climbed out of the trenches and ran wildly to the west.
After running a mile in one breath, the puppet soldiers who were running the most happily suddenly found themselves in the deserted wilderness to the west.
A figure suddenly appeared in a ditch two to three hundred meters ahead.
Then, more figures appeared.
The sun heats the air and distorts the vision, and the shadowy figures seem like ghosts in the night under the sun.
Da da da.
The sound of light machine gun fire caused the fleeing puppet soldiers to immediately fall down.
The bullet did not rush towards the crowd, but landed twenty or thirty meters in front of the puppet army.
Splashing up clouds of dust.
A loud voice shouted in the distance: "We are the Eighth Route Army, put down our weapons, surrender our guns and do not kill, and treat the prisoners preferentially."
On the road from Wei to Cheng'an (from Wei County to Cheng'an County), a mighty team was trotting westward.
A traitor from a certain detective team reported that an imperial army car was attacked on the highway. More than a dozen imperial army corpses were left on the ground, and the car was snatched away by guerrillas.
The imperial army adviser stationed in the Autonomous Army immediately ordered the Second Zhi Brigade to dispatch a regiment immediately.
Together with a small group of imperial troops stationed in the autonomous army, they headed west for emergency reinforcements.
(End of chapter)
