The sun is scorching, the plains are desolate, and the light is so intense that people can't even open their eyes.
The turret stands in the middle of an open area where the green gauze tent has been cleared.
The Japs battlefield observer was shot dead from a long distance by an eight-way sharpshooter three hundred meters away.
It immediately caused a lot of panic among the Japanese.
Captain Xiong Ertian's face was ashen.
Immediately ordered his elite artillery observers to go to the top of the gun tower to find the Eighth Route Sharpshooters first.
After receiving the order, the artillery observer climbed up to the top of the turret, first looked at the gun hole on the battlefield observer's head, then passed the observer's position before he was killed, hid behind the pile of soil and raised his telescope.
He soon discovered that there seemed to be a flash of light in the green gauze tent. It should be that the sun shone on a reflective object in the green gauze tent, and then reflected into his eyes.
His body suddenly stiffened and he quickly shrank his head.
call out.
A bullet whizzed past his ear.
The artillery observer turned pale with fright, then looked out again, quickly calculating the location of the flash that disappeared immediately after firing a shot.
Immediately afterwards, the enemy sharpshooter's distance and azimuth parameters were reported from the top of the turret.
Xiong Eryang immediately issued an order to cover the area with artillery fire.
The best way to deal with sharpshooters is shelling!
Outside the Japanese heavy machine gun position.
Zhang Xiaodao, who was nestled in the trench, had several grooves washed out by sweat on his face.
The area around the Japanese infantry and artillery positions was heavily guarded, and he did not dare to run around on the Japanese positions.
Pretending to look around casually.
Suddenly I heard someone not far away muttering in Chinese.
I turned around and saw a middle-aged man and woman squatting in the ditch basking in the hot sun, talking in a low voice.
Immediately prick up your ears and listen carefully.
The middle-aged man frowned: "This is too strange. The Eighth Route Army was obviously preparing to ambush the Ghost Imperial Army. Why is it now that the Imperial Army is guarding the gun towers and the Eighth Route Army is attacking?"
The middle-aged woman's tone was a little cold: "If we do this, we will go to hell if we die."
"Haha, you mean to report to the Japanese that there is an Eight-Road Attack and ambush?"
"The Japanese invaded, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and the people were in dire straits. Aren't we doing this to help the tigers?"
"To secure the country, kill the Japanese slaves, and wash away the national humiliation, Tubal Road only knew how to strengthen their own power when the country was in crisis. They wandered on the plains all day long but had no intention of resisting the Japanese. If it hadn't been for them, the committee would not have been distracted, let alone what it is today. The crisis of the fall of North China”
The woman sarcastically said: "If you can't beat the devil, you can throw the shit basin at Balu, but you can't say it out loud."
"Everything will be prosperous when the family is in harmony. We must make peace at home when we fight against the outside world. Let these thieves of the country fight with the foreign enemies. Wait for the army of our party and the state to march north to save the people from the fire."
"Haha, in the whole of North China, only the Eighth Route Army is still fighting against the Japanese. You are still playing tricks. You don't even blush when you say this."
A Japanese messenger came from the direction of the turret, crouching and shouting, and the two men stopped talking.
Zhang Xiaodao finally understood that those two guys were spies sent by the Kuomintang reactionaries to inform the Japanese!
A surge of anger rose from Zhang Xiaodao's tailbone and went straight to his forehead.
The muscles all over his young body were taut, like a cat with fried hair.
It turned out that the Ninth Battalion, which was preparing for an ambush, was betrayed by these two traitors.
I almost blurted out a national curse: "Super muddy horse!"
Swearing won't solve the problem.
We have to find a way to kill these two guys.
My mind was spinning at a high speed, and various thoughts of ways to kill these two traitors flashed through my mind:
Or borrow it from the Japanese, which is very difficult.
Or wait until the battle starts and then use the black gun.
Or just shoot and kill these two traitors now, but the Japs next to you will question you.
I don't know how to sing, so it's not easy for me to stay here without being discovered by the Japanese.
The main goal of spending so much effort to sneak into the Japanese group is to deal with the Japanese artillery.
It would be unwise to expose him and die with the traitors.
If the Ninth Battalion could fire artillery shells or a few grenades, and throw a grenade to kill these two beasts, they might be able to succeed.
Of course, it would be great if these two guys ran away, just shoot him in the back.
After thinking about it, Zhang Xiaodao suddenly had a thought. If the Ninth Battalion could defeat this group of Japs with "heavy artillery and trucks", it would be no problem to kill the two traitors.
However, this possibility is extremely unlikely.
I hung out with Instructor Hong for a few days and learned a few tricks.
It is possible to exploit the enemy's armored vehicles by borrowing land, but to launch an attack on the enemy is simply a matter of old people eating arsenic and becoming impatient.
Jiuying will never do such stupid things.
Therefore, if you stay in the trenches and don't show up, you probably won't be shot by your own people.
The sergeant in command of the heavy machine gun team held up a kettle and poured water into his mouth. He was not disgusted with the second lieutenant who was squatting beside him in a daze and remained silent.
At least, from the moment he got into the car to now, he didn't give any random instructions.
The sergeant even sympathized with him, because this man led a team to attack, and he was the only one who escaped from the green gauze tent. Sooner or later, he would have to have his belly disemboweled.
So far, he has not found his subordinates.
Zhang Xiaodao had already been prepared, but when he actually got in among the Japanese, he still felt unspeakable panic.
Just like people are like wolves and sheep are like tigers, it is strange to be calm.
Zhang Xiaodao pulled out the bayonet with trembling hands and hung it on the muzzle of a 38-meter rifle he picked up from the car.
There is also a black bayonet stuck in the calf, and the movement is a bit weird.
Then place the rifle on the pile of dirt beside the trench.
A Japanese soldier next to him very considerately spread an oilcloth in front of Zhang Xiaodao.
This was to prevent the trembling rifle from splashing dust and affecting the second lieutenant's shooting after firing later.
The Japanese was right next to him, and Zhang Xiaodao felt an impulse in his heart. He wanted to pull out his bayonet and stab the Japanese to death.
The Japanese position layout is coming to an end.
Some Japanese soldiers began to run back and forth in the ditch. They followed each unit and counted the wounded, as if they were trying to regroup.
Zhang Xiaodao became nervous. He, the fake, might be discovered by the Japanese at any time.
In the Japs team of more than a thousand people, not all the Japs knew each other.
The Japanese messengers who followed the cat waist were running in the traffic trench and singing birds.
On the Japanese mortar array set up behind the sandbags, the gunner began to shake the height and direction machines.
The heavy machine gun team next to them moved their gun racks and pointed their muzzles at the green gauze tent to the east.
The Japanese artillery observer who took over was reporting coordinates and directions.
"One test shot." After a certain bird chirped, the mortar shell slid into the barrel.
Tom.
A mortar shell flew out of the muzzle instantly.
Xiao Hongying, who had just changed her shooting position, was looking for a new target with her rifle.
Suddenly, the scream of artillery shells appeared in the sky.
Through the increasingly louder sound, you can judge that the impact point of the cannonball seems to be near you?
At this critical moment, Xiao Hongying immediately rolled sideways into the shallow pit dug by the squad leader of the leading soldier of the brother army.
Then, the shrill scream of shells nearby disappeared.
boom.
A huge sound mixed with a heat wave rushed from the green gauze tent not far away.
A large piece of nearby sorghum was immediately overturned.
The squad leader of the vanguard had rich combat experience and immediately raised his head and shouted: "Japanese artillery test fire, everyone thirty meters away from the landing should immediately stay away from the explosion point."
The reverberation of the mortar bomb explosion was still buzzing in the ears. The soldiers who had been fighting the Japanese for a long time did not seem to need the squad leader's order at all, and they ran away from the explosion point.
Xiao Hongying's heart trembled, and she shook her dusty pigtails. The shell exploded near the position where she had just beaten the Japanese observer!
Fortunately, the position was moved.
My ears were still ringing, and I didn't hear the order from the squad leader next to me.
So much so that she didn't move away from her current position as quickly as other warriors.
Phew. Phew. Phew.
The characteristic screeching sound caused by the friction between the mortar shell's tail and the air is getting closer and closer.
Xiao Hongying, who was lying in the shallow pit, didn't even dare to breathe, her little body was tense all over.
You can vaguely hear your own frantic heartbeat.
(End of chapter)
