As the supreme commander of this battle, the head of the three divisions directly assigned tasks.
The Ninth Battalion arrived first and naturally received the garrison on the north side of the turret that had already scouted the terrain.
The various units of the Eighth Route Army that were preparing to besiege the Japanese were not yet in place.
The Japanese began shelling without warning.
Hu Yi's heart suddenly trembled. The first target of the explosion was the joint area between the Ninth Battalion and the brothers' troops.
Before the bombardment was over, Hu Yi was already walking through the green gauze tent and running quickly towards the area where the mortars landed.
Fortunately, the continuous green gauze tent is really vast.
The Japanese bombardment did not last long.
Hu Yi breathed a sigh of relief silently as he watched the gray-faced little girl emerge from the gunpowder smoke. His eyes, which were damaged by the gas, tried hard to focus but couldn't catch the little girl's facial expression.
Xiao Hongying's ears were still buzzing. She looked at Hu Yi in the green gauze tent and grinned, revealing a mouth full of white teeth: "Hey, fox."
Seeing Hu Yi's anxious face and moving his lips, he couldn't hear what Hu Yi said at all.
Rubbing his ears carefully, he looked anxious: "Hey, I seem to be deaf."
When the little girl came closer, Hu Yi could barely see the girl's blurry black face: "Deaf? Don't scare me."
"Should everything be okay?" Although the little girl couldn't hear him, she could still see Hu Yi's worry from his expression.
A few seconds later, the sound of large and small footsteps sounded again in the green gauze tent.
The soldiers from the brother army who escorted the girl back turned around and disappeared into the green gauze tent.
To the southwest, in Qingshazhong.
The sound of rifle fire was sparse but constant.
Knowing that their identity had been discovered by the Eighth Route Army, the Japanese who pretended to be the Eighth Route Army to launch the attack did not give up at all.
Tubal Road is too cunning, and grenades and booby traps are laid out along the way.
So that the enemy could not pursue quickly.
After stepping on it a few more times, I found that the booby trap on Route 8 has a long delay. As long as I see smoke coming from the ground, I still have enough reaction time to find a place to lie down and take cover!
The Japanese sergeant who ordered the tracking was quite capable, and he quickly figured out that there were only three people who ambushed the imperial army!
Well-trained Japanese soldiers naturally also have reconnaissance and tracking experts.
Generally no one enters the depths of the Qingsha Tent.
It is easy to judge the number of opponents by the footprints left on Tubal Road.
He was ambushed by three Tubal soldiers and suffered nearly half of his casualties. Such an opponent deserves respect.
Having to kill them is the highest respect for your opponent.
The warriors alternately fired and attacked, and except for a few injured by intensive shell gun fire on Tubal Road, the losses were not great.
The chasing Japanese gradually became bolder.
In their view, if you are loyal to the emperor, death is not terrible, and you can return to the shrine and be admired by the people.
The perverted Japanese Bushido spirit cannot treat things with common sense.
In an environment where the opponent cannot be seen, the defender naturally has an advantage.
But in the face of absolute military superiority, environmental factors can be completely ignored.
Tubalu wanted to ambush Qingsha, how could their plot succeed?
The sergeant thinks that his method of dealing with the current situation is very good!
Several groups of three people, pushing forward one class at a time and spreading out to the wings, were moving forward quickly.
According to deduction, the three mice in front should be surrounded quickly.
The tactics were derived from frontal assault and outflanking.
One of the most classic three-blade axes of the Imperial Army!
We must let those bastards who don’t know a few Chinese characters struggle all the way.
As for Tubalu, he can speak a few words of bird language. In recent years, the imperial army has vigorously promoted the teaching of bird language in various places through cultural invasion.
There are not many Chinese people who can speak a few words of bird singing.
From time to time, in the green yarn, there would be Japs shouting bird songs. The Japs from Kyushu began to use dialects to communicate with each other to maintain location communication.
Although the Japanese were in a small area, the accents in different places were not the same.
The sergeant simply didn't believe that Tubalu could understand the slang of his hometown.
Madman Yang pricked up his ears and listened carefully. The Japanese were following the traces left by the big dog who deliberately broke the sorghum leaves.
I can't help but admire the persistence of these devils.
This time, the Japanese footsteps were not simply followed behind, but the two wings were traveling in a certain pattern and rhythm.
There was almost no need to think, and I immediately understood the old trick of the Japanese using the front and side cover.
He held up his soaked body and kept making gestures.
The big dog yelled through the gaps between the dense sorghum stems and leaves: "Why the hell are you going to die if you say a few more words?"
Even though he said this, his steps didn't stop.
After filling the shell gun magazine with bullets, Li Laosan shouted: "This is the last shell gun magazine."
Under the sun, between green and yellow.
Big Dog took out a brand new shell gun and handed it to Li Laosan: "I can't get used to this."
"Big dog, you bastard, you can play with yourself." Li Laosan didn't answer: "You think the Taoist master doesn't know, because you are afraid of close combat with the Japanese."
"Damn, I'm a sharpshooter, suitable for long-range shooting."
"For being so shameless in saying that you are afraid of death, apart from the mule, you are number one in our camp."
Bah bah bah.
Perhaps hearing the voices of the three men, the Japanese who had been hanging behind started shooting.
Boo hoo hoo.
The whizzing bullets broke stems and leaves, and flew away quickly with the sound of death. They broke an unknown number of stems and leaves before disappearing without a trace.
The distance between the two sides is less than fifty meters.
This scene looks very absurd, and also reveals an unspeakable weirdness.
Neither side seems to be afraid of bullets?
They say guns don’t have eyes, but in the green gauze tent, bullets really don’t have eyes.
It seems easy to tell the location by listening to the sound.
In fact, when the opponent cannot be seen, and only the 20-degree angle between the hearing range and the enemy's position is calculated, a bullet flying at high speed has a high probability of hitting a target ten meters away from the line of sight in Qingsha. Small.
Not to mention targets fifty meters away.
Madman Yang holds a shell gun in his hand. To him, it doesn't make any difference which gun he uses.
The difference lies in the reasonable use of appropriate firearms at different distances to give the enemy the greatest lethality.
The Japanese are self-righteous. They may not know that there is a loophole in the old-fashioned tactic of breaking out from the side.
This vulnerability is fatal!
An environment like Qingshazhang is not suitable for attacking at all!
Unless there is absolute crushing strength.
This strength does not refer to the number of troops, but to firepower!
The chasing Japanese had two crooked machine guns, one of which was silenced by a grenade.
Moreover, in this environment where the opponent cannot be seen, a barrel is filled with only thirty rounds of bullets, and the firepower of the crooked machine gun cannot last long.
Stray bullets were roaring everywhere, the big dog and the cat were running forward, and Madman Yang and Li Laosan lay on the ground to break up the rear.
The enemy was getting closer and closer, and Li Laosan, who was on alert behind him, saw Madman Yang dismantling Japanese grenades and preparing to lay mines.
"Can the grenade thing be dismantled?"
"It can be dismantled."
Li Laosan felt his scalp numb when he saw it: "If the grenade explodes in his hand at this time, both of them will have to finish the game."
"It can't explode!" Crazy Yang didn't even raise his head.
Li Laosan was about to cry: "If he is killed by his own grenade, how can Master Sanda have the nerve to see the Grandmaster?"
Madman Yang inserted the safety pin of the grenade into the small hole in the cover at the bottom of the projectile, turned it slowly, quickly removed the cover containing the explosives, poured out the powder bowl, and then began to retrieve the fuze.
"Can you stop doing this?" Li Laosan, who was worried, said with a trembling voice, "Can you teach me how to do it?"
"Okay." Crazy Yang conveniently threw the empty grenade shell, which had been emptied of internal parts, to Li Laosan.
Li Laosan took the hot potato and felt much lighter.
After playing with it for a while, I carefully probed my head again and looked eastward through the green-yellow gap between the sorghum and the ground.
Nothing could be seen in the sunlight, but the sound of the Japanese's advancing footsteps rubbing against the military uniforms and vegetation was clearly audible.
Madman Yang let out a sigh of relief.
A large trip-fire explosive mine is newly released.
(End of chapter)
