Under the stars.
The sorghum fields are as sparsely speckled as bald spots.
A team spread out, boiling water, cooking porridge, and changing bandages for the wounded.
There were occasional shots fired from ahead.
Xiao Hongying was playing with the rifle Zhang Xiaodao had seized from the Japanese Army God: "Are you going to be an observer for me?"
"Yes, Instructor Hong!" Zhang Xiaodao felt no regrets at all. In his opinion, it was more interesting to shoot the Japanese with a rifle than to stab them with a knife. Hearing the scared screams of the Japanese with seven or eight holes in his body, blood spurting out, was thrilling. !
"Don't call me instructor?"
"Yes, instructor?" Zhang Xiaodao quickly changed his words.
"Don't call the instructor either?"
"What's that called?"
"Call me Sister Hong?"
"Sister Hong!"
"Huh?" Xiao Hongying smiled brightly and returned the rifle to Zhang Xiaodao.
"Platoon Leader Liu said, can this gun hit a target one mile away?" Zhang Xiaodao took the rifle and wrapped it randomly with a bandage. He couldn't believe that a gun could withstand a domestic armored vehicle... even if it killed him.
"What's the origin of this gun?" Xiao Hongying didn't seem to believe this guy's tone at all, and she didn't bother to explain, but she did have a little faith in Liu Yuanqing's vision of people.
"I think, except for the iron cylinder, there seems to be little difference from the rifles of our comrades?"
"?" Xiao Hongying was speechless.
The teams gathered in groups here and there, each inspecting the captured soldiers in their backpacks with grins on their faces.
From time to time, they took out the strange things they captured and compared them with each other to show off.
Although I was exhausted, no one slept.
The most exciting ones were the three-column militiamen from Handan, carrying red tasseled rifles and running errands with the First Regiment's guard camp. In just a few days, everyone had 90% new rifles, and they were very happy with the large and small bags of seizures lying beside them. .
Occasionally, someone murmured something worriedly, revealing that they were worried about the wounded companions who were being fostered in the villagers' homes.
"Hey, if I couldn't take it away, I could evacuate Chengwu County..."
"Did you get anything good this afternoon?"
"There are too many things. There are too many things in the little devil..."
"Hey, what's that in your hand?"
"nothing."
"Then why are you hiding and hiding? Everything captured must be returned to the public!"
The militiaman looked around with a mysterious look on his face, and then took out a photo captured from the Japanese prisoner.
"Hey, the ghost woman in the photo is not wearing any clothes?"
...
Not long after, the correspondent came back.
Report to Hu Yi the general situation ahead.
Everyone nearby turned their eyes to Hu Yi.
"Bandits? Grandma's number is only number 30 or 50?" Luo Fugui, who was next to Hu Yi, widened his ugly eyes and rubbed his hands.
"They hid in the sorghum and ambushed Platoon Leader Liu. We had no casualties for the time being?" The correspondent said in an excited tone as his team was not ambushed and was panicked and frightened: "Platoon Leader Liu led people around the flanks to attack those who didn't open their eyes?"
"Boss Hu, how about I bring someone to bring reinforcements?" Luo Fugui, who never took the initiative to ask for a fight, turned around and waved before Hu Yi agreed: "Reconnaissance company, follow me?"
Everyone was shocked: "Even if you beat a bandit, you still have the nerve to lend a girl a loan?"
"Don't you know how satisfying it is to kill a chicken with a knife?"
"Assemble..." Madman Yang didn't care much about Luo Fugui's orders or requests. What he wanted was freedom: "Abandon heavy equipment!"
More than thirty people left behind their backpacks, food bags, water bottles and lunch boxes, and carried guns and ammunition to carry small cannons.
"Fate has its way with people, and bandits are actually poor people, right?" Li Laosi, squad leader of the third platoon of the reconnaissance company, shook his head with a light machine gun: "Let the poor man surpass them! Go to bliss early?"
"The hell is it that monks talk about transcendence?" A row of long dogs pouted as they straddled the horses.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, poor Taoists have always been compassionate towards themselves and others." After Li Laosi finished speaking, he found that everyone was looking at him strangely, and quickly added: "What do you want me to do? Our Taoist sect comes out to save everyone from misery in troubled times?"
An armed staff member who won the opportunity to study with the team squinted: "Will you pay for it next time?"
"Take it...Why don't you take it? Next time a Japanese fighter comes down, I don't believe you can bear to look at it?" Li Laosi smiled proudly.
Luo Fugui, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and asked the commander of the vanguard company, Madman Yang, who was squatting on the roadside: "Grandma, what are Liu Yuanqing playing?"
Both of them are company commanders. Luo Fugui is registered in the independent regiment. Madman Yang only made a verbal promise from Xiao Hongying. With Hu Yi's consent, he can naturally be regarded as a genuine company commander.
...
After dark.
Outside the canal embankment.
The Japanese took the corpses of the dead soldiers and left.
Wang Xiaosan didn't expect that when he had the courage to provoke the Japs, the Japs would ignore him at all.
Is this the way to go?
Half an hour later, looking at the car lights going away, Wang Xiaosan reluctantly ordered the collection of the bodies of the sacrificed soldiers.
The low-lying terrain beside the canal is not suitable for burial. It is better to take it back to the higher-lying Juanzi Village in the south for burial.
Someone was sent to block the canal embankments dug by the Japanese, and the team carrying the stretchers quickly disappeared into the night.
The scattered guard posts began to withdraw southward.
The guard post can detect whether anyone is approaching or leaving the defense area, but it does not have the ability to carefully search every location in the area surrounding the mission.
Therefore, the guard post did not notice that there were several black figures hidden in the dark wilderness to the west.
Su Qing was worried, always feeling that the little devil must have a conspiracy.
The main purpose of the Eighth Route Army's development of base areas behind enemy lines was to expand the party's influence in enemy-occupied areas and unite various anti-Japanese forces.
Continuously develop and strengthen the anti-Japanese armed forces among the masses, and eventually drive the invaders out of the land of China.
If the little devil really used this inhumane bacteria, there was nothing she could do.
At present, on the plains, it is unlikely that Commander Cheng's actual battalion strength, plus the strength of a battalion from the friendly 23rd Regiment, can defeat a Japanese squadron.
Militarily, the Eighth Route Army was still at an absolute disadvantage.
Can't help but think of that guy.
If he were here, he might be able to figure it out.
The combat effectiveness of the Ninth Battalion is indeed far greater than that of the ordinary Eighth Route Army.
The equipment even exceeds that of many main groups...
The water level of the river continues to drop, and it is absolutely impossible for the river to overflow the river bank.
Wang Xiaosan, who personally carried a stretcher, was heartbroken. He failed to complete the task of luring the enemy even at such heavy casualties.
Went to the south to meet up with Su Qing and Captain Cheng, and bid farewell to the folks in the village with the tired team that had been waiting all afternoon.
The team moved south and returned to the temporary base of the guerrilla detachment...
Juanzi Village.
Zhao Zhenya led his troops across the canal to assist the Hebei-Shandong border area where the third column was located.
I thought I could get a big advantage from ambushing the Japanese.
As a result, they waited until dark from the afternoon, but did not wait for the Japanese group to lead the Japanese into the ambush.
Looking at the team carrying stretchers back with wounded soldiers, they could only offer words of comfort.
"Report to the battalion commander, the soldiers who went out to change sentries have been gone for an hour, and the guard sentry from the north did not return on time!" The guard post outside the village found the battalion commander Dai Jingwu.
Dai Jingwu was shocked and immediately frowned. As the main force, he was very disciplined.
It was impossible for the sentry to return on time. In the afternoon, the group had a big fight with the Japanese.
Something is definitely wrong.
He immediately glared at the first company commander standing next to him: "You immediately take a platoon to inspect the situation."
Then he turned around and said, "Let's go to the detachment headquarters!"
Five miles north of the village.
in the dark.
A shadowy figure squatted on the ground in the darkness.
It's usually less than a thousand.
From time to time darkness returned to the canal embankment from the south, and birds chirped to report what was going on in the village.
Japanese Captain Oishi Xiongerlang stood on the canal embankment above the ground.
The village about two or three miles away from the canal in the telescope is not small.
After gathering the information, the assistant came to the canal embankment: "Your Excellency Captain: Juanzi Village is relatively prosperous because it is close to the canal. There are high walls built outside the entire village. There seems to be a funeral in the village..."
"Haha, just have a funeral!" Oishi Xiongerlang put down the telescope.
Looking far to the south, you can see without a telescope that the sky above Juanzi Village is emitting red light, illuminating a small area of the night sky.
From time to time, the sound of gongs comes from far away. The high-pitched and sharp sound should be made by a kind of suona.
Dealing with the attackers' northern outpost is now progressing smoothly.
The whole village looked like a naked girl standing in front of him.
A team of more than a thousand warriors who completed the Eighteen Autumn Mission was assembled.
He felt that there would be no difficulty in capturing this village.
The point is that he plans to kill everyone in Juanzi Village.
The attacker who dares to stroke the imperial army's beard must die.
It doesn’t matter whether you are an autonomous army or pretending to be an autonomous army.
No one will be spared.
A small team has already dispersed and set off.
One assault squad was arranged in each of the three directions.
Does the Eighth Route Army like to place sentries five miles away?
Then let's see if the assault squad warriors dressed up as Eighth Route Army soldiers can give themselves a surprise.
Some people died, but not completely...
