On the road between green gauze tents in the dark plain.
The commander of the regiment was rushing forward with his large group of troops.
Gunshots coming from the east could be heard in the distance.
The battlefield seems to be getting closer and closer.
Eighth Route Army surrounded the point to call for reinforcements, but the leader thought it was abnormal not to be hit by landmines.
Therefore, he sincerely invited a familiar Eighth Route liaison officer to plant a few landmines on the ground.
The liaison officer was stunned for a long time before confirming that the leader's request to be bombed was true.
If that's the case, then give him a taste of landmines?
So, the Eighth Route Liaison Officer got into the green gauze tent.
Militiamen with ragged clothes appeared in the green gauze tent agreed somewhere.
A group of cronies from the head of the group followed.
After handing thirty rifles and a thousand rounds of ammunition to the militiamen, both sides returned and quickly disappeared deep into the Qingsha tent.
The autonomous army began to form its team.
A group of black figures were digging holes and laying landmines on the road not far in front of the autonomous army.
A dark figure put down his shovel and touched the big gun he had just got back with joy: "Captain, I think something is fraudulent. These puppet soldiers are rampant in the countryside, oppressing the villagers, and selling cigarettes to poison the people."
The captain next to him was noncommittal: "Look at the whole thing. Do you think that smoke is so expensive? They are also poisoning rich people. How can they deceive us poor people who are quite poor?"
"Captain, why do you make so much sense in what you say?"
"Stop talking nonsense and get to work quickly."
"Captain, I think the autonomous army is not all bad people. For example, Captain Cheng bullies us on the surface, but secretly sends people to deliver rice and food to the villagers."
"Don't talk nonsense."
"How can this be nonsense? They have now turned against the Autonomous Army and officially used the banner of our Eighth Route Army."
"Mom, you have such a big mouth. Go back and write a thirty-word examination. If it's not profound, it won't be complete."
The militiamen were dissatisfied: "Why?"
"It's a secret!"
"Ah, okay, ten words, okay?"
"No, the last check you wrote only contained the three words 'I was wrong' plus your name, which is only six words."
"Well, is a verbal examination okay?"
"Can you be more progressive?"
"Okay." The soldier was nonchalant, thinking that the worst thing he could do was find someone to help him.
The captain seemed to know what this guy was thinking. Most of the militiamen were illiterate, so he had no choice. He sighed helplessly: "You must write it yourself. Uh, it must be profound!"
"Uh," the soldier muttered in his heart. He had to find someone to write: "I deeply realize my mistake, plus my own name."
I couldn't count it clearly on my two fingers, but I felt it must be more than ten words, right?
I wrote half as much as before, which is indeed more profound.
The leader knew clearly that the Japanese must have bribed some of his subordinates.
Not too many people know about this kind of deal with the Eighth Route Army.
Taking advantage of the time when the team was about to go to the battlefield, the deal was completed with the Eighth Route Army.
There are some things that you don’t want others to know unless you do it yourself.
Obviously, the leader is not worried.
Since we knew that Tubal Road would lay landmines ahead, and there were no high-tech landmine "detectors" like the Imperial Army's, the regiment leader brainstormed and came up with a good idea.
Two long bamboo poles were used to push a carriage wheel forward.
The carriage wheel was "exquisitely made", and a string of gourds filled with sand was hung on the ground to drag it. A primitive minesweeper appeared on the plains.
Of course, the premise is that we have made an agreement with the Eighth Route Army, and the Eighth Route Army agrees not to deploy landmines, otherwise it will be in vain.
Since the head of the group has taken great pains for the safety of his subordinates.
Even though he knew there were landmines ahead, he completely turned a blind eye.
No matter what kind of ambush there is, thirty rifles are still worth it for peace of mind.
These days, as long as there are people under his command, thirty guns can be retrieved at any time.
When walking at night in the plains, in addition to being protected against landmines, you also need to be protected against eight-way gunshots. Naturally, you have to perform a full set of acting.
Being hit by eight landmines but not being harmed will definitely be a feat that everyone on this land talks about.
Damn those spies who were bribed by the Japanese.
The same drama was played out simultaneously among the puppet troops who were reinforcing from several directions.
Watching Tubalu escape into the outer trenches, Okamoto felt great humiliation.
This was the first Tubalu unit to successfully escape from the guns of the imperial army.
Immediately charge with the Japs and launch an attack directly on the Eighth Route in the open.
In his opinion, the night can cover the retreating figure of Tubal Road.
It can also cover the elites' attacks.
He ordered his elite men to get up from the ground and quickly re-arrange themselves.
This time, in order to avoid being bombed by Tubalu's unreliable grenades, the Japanese three-man formation was much sparser...
Madman Yang looked up at the starry sky.
Visibility was close by starlight alone.
Staring at the open space with wide eyes, as the Japs continued to advance, the dark silhouette of the Japs was finally visible.
Wiping the sweat from his face, he turned around and commanded: "Get ready."
The Japs formed a front-line formation, with the first three Japs opening the way.
Check the situation in front of you carefully, and move forward while swaying from side to side.
Okamoto is very smart. He is not a person who takes risks easily. If the night is not fair to both parties, he will never order his men to attack.
Even though he knew the attack was on the disadvantageous side, he still didn't hold back.
In a short time, the Japanese skirmisher line was about thirty meters close to the trench.
The leading Japanese soldier had just pulled out a grenade and was about to throw it into the trench ahead.
Suddenly a crisp sound was heard.
I feel a sharp pain in my ankle!
"Ah" he screamed and fell to the ground.
A bear trap with rusty serrations that suddenly popped up and closed was clamped on the devil's ankle.
The Japs on guard next to them took a deep breath. Seeing that they were about to launch an attack on the Eighth Route Army, the bombardier had an accident here?
It is completely conceivable that Tuba and I are shooting with guns.
Without any hesitation, he immediately threw himself to the side.
Tubalu will definitely shoot after the strange scream.
Nothing happened as the Japanese expected.
Two guns poked out of the trench, their muzzles flashing.
Bang bang
Two bullets rushed into the open space where the sound echoed.
Boom boom boom.
Earth-shaking explosions and flashes of light tore through the night.
The grenades thrown by the Japanese exploded one after another.
The Japanese lying on the ground, letting the heat wave blow wildly, half-squinted his eyes to prevent the sand from blurring his eyes.
By feeling, we were now more than thirty meters away from the trench where the Eighth Route Army was hiding, just close to the bombing distance.
The scattered Japanese soldiers looked at the grenade thrown into the trench in front of them as if they had seen a ghost.
Tubal Road is too despicable. If they stand still, the elites of the Imperial Army can drop bombs from thirty meters away.
But if you lie down on the ground, the bomb-throwing distance will have to be compromised.
Several Japanese soldiers tried their best, their eyes were red, and the grenades they threw half-raised failed to hit the trenches.
On the contrary, two Japanese soldiers failed to withdraw in time and were shot by eight groups in the trenches.
Then, the Japanese light machine gun teams on both wings saw the flash coming from Tubal Road and immediately opened fire violently at the flash.
The sound of vigilant Japanese rifles suddenly became louder.
But it still failed to prevent those who had the advantage of the Tubal Road from heading east and west to open fire.
Needless to say, the imperial army threw grenades.
Those who stand in the trenches will definitely throw grenades.
Okamoto was so scared that he turned his head and opened his mouth. He immediately screamed and asked the grenade team behind him to fire quickly.
He trusted in the shooting prowess of his elite grenade crew.
Because of his posture, lying down and throwing grenades is certainly not as good as Tubalu standing in the trench and throwing grenades.
Can I kill you with a grenade?
(End of chapter)
