There were scattered gunshots in the green gauze tent, and the wilderness was uneasy.
Zhang Xiaosan was hiding near the Japanese convoy in Qingshazhang. After hearing the noise behind the Japanese convoy, he immediately guessed that someone was attacking the Japanese.
When he can quickly and correctly judge the battlefield situation through the sound of gunfire, he can at least be considered a veteran and even has basic command capabilities.
It's just that he didn't have enough combat experience, so he didn't take action immediately. He planned to go around to the location where the gunshot was fired and see with his own eyes whether it was Crazy Yang and the others who went behind the enemy.
Just got up and prepared to jump east.
Da da da.
A light machine gun in the south suddenly opened fire, followed by the clanking of a Japanese car not far away.
Zhang Xiaodao was startled and quickly lay down again.
Listening to the continuous sound of the machine gun, I immediately judged that it was probably the Mule Company Commander who was trying to sweep away a large area again.
After hesitating until the sound of machine gun fire stopped, he immediately came to the conclusion that Captain Mule was taking the enemy's back path.
Gunshots don't lie.
It is no longer like following the guerrillas in ambushes before. When we see a large number of Japanese soldiers, we just say that there are many enemies. At most, we can only detect the approximate number of Japanese soldiers, but we do not know the specific layout of the Japanese soldiers.
It was determined that Captain Mule's shooting position was near the enemy's guard post, which meant that Madman Yang and the others had already touched the guard post.
Moreover, the openly fired machine gun fire was probably to attract the enemy's firepower and provide him with cover. So, he had to behave well now and take the opportunity to get closer to the enemy's artillery position.
Thinking of this, I quickly spread my legs in the green gauze and headed west, jumped directly onto the road, raised the 38-meter cover I just got, and shot towards the south.
Zhang Xiaodao's thoughts were very simple, and he never thought that Luo Fugui's shooting had little to do with him.
In fact, there were only four people who attacked the Japanese guard post, and Madman Yang had already run west to catch up with the large army.
There were many messengers running back and forth on the battlefield.
The Japs are well-trained and well-trained. On the battlefield, all units are strictly prohibited from visiting each other. Of course, the orderly soldiers are an exception.
The artillery positions have been on heightened alert, and there are no Japanese in the green gauze on both sides of the convoy parked on the road.
Therefore, the Japanese guard post standing on the back of the car was not surprised when he saw his companions coming out of the green gauze tent. Amidst the whistling of bullets, a certain guard post asked for a command according to the regulations, but received no response.
I saw this man shooting quickly from the car towards the rear of the car. After emptying the magazine, he immediately used the car to cover and headed north.
The guard post thought that Zhang Xiaodao was going to the north to report to the headquarters, so he quickly called out the birds to increase the counterattack firepower to provide cover for the ordering troops.
For a moment, the crooked handle and the rifle were firing fiercely, and the two grenade barrels followed suit.
Zhang Xiaodao's forehead was covered with sweat as he quickly approached the artillery position.
Soon I saw the Japanese guard sentry who had been killed and injured by the grenade he had just thrown being helped, dragged and carried out of the sorghum field.
It was difficult to see the figure in the green gauze tent more than ten meters away. The Japanese sentry's attention was focused on the green gauze tent next to the highway. No one noticed that there was a stranger on the road.
In a team of more than a thousand people, it is impossible for ordinary soldiers to recognize everyone except the commander.
The Japanese artillery position was not far ahead, but there was a guard post, so Zhang Xiaodao did not dare to get closer.
At this distance, even throwing a grenade would probably not have much effect.
A Japanese sergeant in charge of battlefield rescue saw a guy in a second lieutenant's uniform leaning on the cargo compartment holding a rifle, with a bulge on his lower back as if he was wearing something.
Zhang Xiaodao kindly reminded him that it was best to squat down to reduce the possibility of being hit by the black gun in the Qingsha tent.
The veins on the back of Zhang Xiaodao's hand that tightly gripped the rifle jumped. He saw that the Japanese had respect for him, and thought of Liu Yuanqing saying that his current military uniform was equivalent to that of a company commander.
Mao dared to wave his hands continuously to tell the sergeant to get lost.
The sergeant didn't pay attention to Zhang Xiaodao and ordered his men to carry the wounded soldiers to the cargo compartment.
This is an extremely stupid operation.
After fighting all night in Juanzi Village, we were ambushed by eight groups and lost our troops and generals.
Xiong Erlang, who had not slept well until now, did not feel tired at all.
He felt that he had mastered the great secret of Tubaza: the essence of guerrillas!
Watching a small team of warriors sneak into the green gauze tent and disappear, I couldn't help but feel fervent hope in return.
Then ask his subordinates to report the progress to the division commander.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that when the division commander heard his subordinates talking about fighting guerrillas with the Eighth Route Army, he immediately flew into a rage and cursed Baga Xiong Erlang for attacking his ancestors.
The imperial army was fighting the Eighth Route Army openly and openly. Did they use the dirty tactics used by bandits?
Captain Xiong Ertian had no idea that the division commander looked down upon guerrilla tactics.
Still immersed in the wonderful imagination of his warriors killing everyone in the green gauze tent.
It is not easy to march in Qingshazhang.
The second lieutenant led more than fifty Japanese soldiers in pursuit quickly along the sorghum poles squeezed out of the Eighth Route Army's retreat.
Although the green gauze tents are not densely packed, it is absolutely impossible to disperse and pursue them. They can only form a long snake formation.
I walked westward for almost two miles in a daze, but I didn't see even a shadow of the Eighth Route Army.
On the contrary, the poison gas bombs fired earlier still had residual power.
Fortunately, mustard gas is said to be poisonous gas, but it is actually liquid at room temperature.
Some of them exploded into small droplets that filled the air.
Although most of it was carried away by the wind, there was still a smell of garlic in the air.
The Japs lowered their butt curtains behind their military caps to avoid being scratched by the saw-like sorghum-flavored flakes.
After walking for a long time, there are always some parts of the body that are not well protected.
Most of the Japanese began to feel some discomfort in their throats.
Fortunately, the depth of the poisonous gas droplets was very low and did not cause much damage.
Some Japanese soldiers had their uniforms damaged during the battle last night and had no time to mend them. They were scratched by leaves stained with mustard gas, and then they felt itchy at the wound site.
Finally, some Japs discovered that the wound scratched by the previous companion from time to time seemed to have turned blue-purple, and there were tiny pus bubbles slowly growing around the wound.
The Japanese who followed ignored the rule of not making any noise while marching, and finally couldn't help but ask the Japanese in front if they felt any discomfort.
The Japanese man with pus blisters on his back turned around, suppressing the itching on his back and looked at his companion fiercely: "Shut up!"
I watched the pus bubbles on the person in front of me change from the size of sesame seeds to the size of soybeans and then to the size of broad beans.
The Japanese behind had a premonition that something was wrong, and quickly reported the situation to the sergeant behind.
The sergeant changed his marching position and stepped forward. Looking at the pus blisters on his men's backs, he immediately understood that this might be a bad thing. He stopped in the green gauze tent and prepared to wait for the second lieutenant to come up before reporting the situation.
The Japs walking at the front suddenly felt as if they had kicked another horizontal sorghum pole.
He didn't care.
The retreating Eighth Route Army fled in a hurry in the green gauze tent, leaving broken sorghum poles all along the way.
A certain Japanese soldier who was following him suddenly noticed that there seemed to be smoke coming out of the ground.
He quickly lowered his head and pried open the sorghum leaves on the ground.
Immediately the undead emerge: "Grenade"
Follow and fall to the side!
Although Tubalu's grenade is not very powerful, it will still go off even if it only explodes in half!
boom.
A puff of smoke rose from somewhere above the green gauze tent.
Then there was a strange sound like the sound of meat being slaughtered.
Immoral landmines made of hand grenades!
The Eighth Route Army's damaging moves are endless.
The Ninth Battalion did not directly lay landmines but also considered it. If trip mines were buried and the Japanese did not come, it would most likely kill and injure the common people who would be harvesting sorghum in the future.
But grenades are different. After a few days and nights, the dew formed at night will cause the highly water-absorbent fuse to become ineffective due to moisture.
It will be a very difficult task to lay the mines without hitting the Japanese and then come back to clear the mines.
Whether it can be found or not is not a matter of time. The point is that it is a waste of time.
(End of chapter)
