The turret stands in the middle of the open space protruding from the middle wall of Qingsha.
Perhaps because it was not a strategic location, the Japanese did not even dig a blockade ditch.
In the trenches of the Japanese second line of defense on the south side of the turret.
To guard against the unexpected, Zhang Xiaodao slowed down and crouched slowly in the trench full of Japanese soldiers.
Being among the Japs, I thought I was going to die before, so I didn't feel very scared.
At this moment, seeing the ferocious faces of the Japanese around me, my heart began to beat.
There are too many Japs, so it's hard to do anything.
This person indeed has the qualities of Jiuying seeking death.
Instead of thinking about how to escape from the Japs, I looked at the Japs’ backs with their little eyes gleaming.
The sound of firing from the 92-rifle artillery behind was deafening.
He had been hit by a Japanese grenade before, and his hearing had not recovered, so the impact on him was not great.
He didn't even hear the charge horn sounded by the eight-pronged attack.
I looked back at the Japanese outer defense line in the south. I saw a khaki gray area and couldn't see anything.
Suddenly, he came close to several Japanese soldiers lying in the second trench. One of them turned his head and glanced at this man, who was wearing a second lieutenant's military uniform with a gray face and a gray face.
Salute quickly.
Zhang Xiaodao pointed to his ear, indicating that he couldn't hear.
The second lieutenant was lying next to him. The group of Japs seemed a little nervous, but no one suspected it.
There was chaos on the battlefield earlier, and it was confirmed that the two detective team members were dead.
Seeing that the Japs had no suspicion, Zhang Xiaodao became bolder and raised his hand to point at the grenade hanging on the chest of the Japs next to him.
The devil hesitated for a moment, then pulled one and handed it to Zhang Xiaodao
In order not to attract attention, Zhang Xiaodao lay directly next to this group of Japanese.
Occasionally, he turned his head to look at the direction of the artillery behind him.
Looking at the situation of the enemy and ourselves on the battlefield on the sand table on the ground, correspondents came from time to time to report on the progress of the battlefield.
The deputy commander looked up at the sun in the west.
Although there were many casualties among the soldiers in these two attacks, his face was still full of joy because the tactics worked.
Although the Japanese defense line cannot be said to be impregnable, it is impossible to attack it by force.
As long as the Japs are dragged until dark, no one on either side can see the other clearly. At least it can make up for the Eighth Route Army's shortcomings of being unable to catch the Japs when shooting.
According to what Battalion Commander Hu said, the sneak attack in the dark was really a good show.
I have to admit that this young commander does have some skills.
The war has been going on for a long time, and the Japanese troops stationed in nearby Guantao County are likely to come with reinforcements.
A piece of news reported by the correspondent caught his attention.
A group of Japanese soldiers disguised as the Eighth Route Army were hiding in the green gauze tent in the south.
We are considering sending people to carry out the cleanup mission.
A correspondent came in a hurry: "Report to the commander, we have reinforcements coming from the south!"
"Identity confirmed?"
"With a traffic officer leading the way, there should be no problem. However, I seemed to hear someone among them saying something like the chirping of birds."
The deputy commander's face became serious: "How many people are here?"
"There are nearly a hundred people in one company."
"That's not right. Battalion Commander Hu sent someone to report that there are only half a team of Japs on our southwest perimeter defense line."
There is a radio station in the subdivision, which can directly contact the division headquarters and know about the independent regiment sending people to reinforce.
He couldn't figure it out. The Independent Regiment didn't even have an official designation and was a second-rate team in the Eighth Route Army.
They have always been stationed in the mountains, how could they travel so far across the defense zone on the plains?
A base area means a place where the Eighth Route Army has a civilian base and can take root.
If a team goes to a strange place, the environment and terrain are unfamiliar and they will not be able to gain a firm foothold.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, the Eighth Route Army rarely runs across defense zones.
The superiors did order the troops in the mountains to go out of the mountains and into the plains, but they did not expect that even a team like the Independent Regiment would go so far.
"Report to the leader, the volunteers of the Independent Regiment are reporting to you!"
"Volunteers?" The deputy commander was stunned for a moment and looked at this familiar face: "Are you Park Buhuan? The shooting instructor at the headquarters? The one who can dodge bullets?"
"That's all spreading rumors."
"Haha, don't be modest. I have read the ballistic theory you wrote. You came at the right time this time."
"What's the mission?"
"There is a group of Japs disguised as the Eighth Route Army in the southwest. I am ordering you to eliminate them. Do you have the confidence?"
"Promise to complete the mission!"
"Okay, I'll ask the staff officer to explain the situation in detail later."
There are Japanese activities outside the defense line now, and they must be cleared out before launching another attack.
After throwing grenades into the enemy's outer trenches, the Eighth Route Army retreated into the green gauze tent again.
The sound of gunfire faded.
This time, the Japanese did not send anyone to attack rashly to regain the outer defense line.
Occasionally, a light machine gun team fired aimlessly into the green gauze tent.
The battle appears to have reached a stalemate again.
north.
The brother troops launched two consecutive attacks on the Japanese positions.
However, all the members of the Ninth Battalion stayed in the green gauze tents on both sides of the road. From the beginning to the end, there was no sign of attack.
Only the soldiers scattered in the green gauze tent shot black guns sporadically.
Now it seems that the Ninth Battalion really intends not to attack.
Under the same scorching sun.
Gao Yidao is leading the team south. The task he received is to destroy the puppet army's logistics supply line heading north.
The Second Battalion is the absolute protagonist this time. This time the puppet troops are marching northward. The superiors have decided to concentrate about ten regiments of troops to wipe out all the invading enemies in the Weihe Plain in one fell swoop.
Even though Gao Yidao was just a newly promoted battalion commander, he was well-known throughout the division.
The team stopped, and the brother troops who came to meet them were hiding in the ditch.
"Captain Gao?" The person who came to meet him was Li Huanzhang, an old acquaintance from the first division.
"It's you?"
"Why haven't you seen Camp Commander Hu?"
Knowing that this person was the same as the people from Jiuying, Gao Yidao's face was calm: "I don't know where the person named Hu is hiding."
"Aren't you and Jiuying inseparable from the weight, and the weight is inseparable from the scale?"
After saying this, Gao Yidao suddenly came back to his senses. This guy didn't ask about his second camp, but he never said anything away from the ninth camp.
It is obviously saying that the ninth camp is a scale and the second camp is a weight!
Everyone knows that scales are more valuable than weights.
Jing Jing's face darkened slightly: "Oh, who did you say was the scale and who was the weight just now?"
Li Huanzhang was stunned for a moment: "This is just a metaphor. I just asked if the Nine Battalions are here too?"
"What's your plan for destroying the puppet army's logistics supply line this time?" Gao Yidao didn't want to talk about the Nine Battalions with Li Huanzhang, and just got down to business.
Li Huanzhang stopped chatting: "The order we received was to assist our brother troops. I didn't expect you to be here."
"Why, do you have any objections?" Gao Yidao became more and more uncomfortable the more he heard it. The only thing this guy said was that it was the Ninth Battalion who said this directly, not his Second Battalion!
Why did this man's words smell like gunpowder? When he thought of the bloody affair between the Ninth Battalion and the Second Battalion, he no longer mentioned the Ninth Battalion: "Our divisional troops took the people to move to the strong walls and clear the wilderness, so we are short of manpower. The superiors ordered us to cooperate with the brothers who came to help. The troops destroyed the puppet army's supply points. The puppet army will not be able to stay on the plains for long without food."
"Well... although I am not familiar with the terrain in this area, I have also participated in several battles on the plains. Please report what you learned first!" After Gao Yidao finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the fast leg next to him made a splash. Lay out the map.
boom.
There was a loud noise from the highway in the distance!
The earth trembled, and dust fell from the ruins.
The soldiers of the second battalion who had been sitting in the ditch gasping for air all stood up and looked towards the road with big eyes and small eyes.
A cloud of dust and smoke was billowing over the highway.
"What...is going on?" Kuai Leg asked blankly as he put down the map.
"Hey, this is our mine!" Li Huanzhang smiled proudly.
(End of chapter)
