The terrain of the Central Plains is flat.
For thousands of years, every time there was a war between dynasties and dynasties, the main form was to attack cities and demolish strongholds.
The water level of the moat surrounding Qinghe County is still at a high level, and the river surface sparkles under the moonlight.
The county town is surrounded by high walls and there are no heavy artillery. There is no difference between a strong attack and death.
The Japs stationed in the county town almost never considered attacking the county town with all guns blazing.
Faced with such a fortified city, the deputy commander never considered attacking by force from beginning to end.
The moat became a stumbling block in front of the Eighth Route Army.
If you can't attack by force, then use your wits.
The Eighth Route Army had experience in attacking county towns. It usually had to send people to smuggle weapons into the city many days in advance, and then arrange for soldiers to disguise themselves and sneak into the county town in batches.
The preparations for attacking Qinghe County this time were seriously inadequate.
The superiors only issued an order to attack Qinghe County, but did not explain in detail how to attack the city.
Fortunately, during the period when the First Regiment came into contact with the Ninth Battalion, we learned a lot about the Ninth Battalion's disguise as the enemy and climbed over the wall to attack at night. We also learned a lot about the Ninth Battalion's many night raids on the county town.
The Japanese placed searchlights on the city walls, making it impossible to get close to the gates and walls. All the various military techniques and tactics left by our ancestors were useless.
Of course, there are intelligence spies arranged by the Eighth Route Army in the city, but it is completely impossible to capture a city gate with their ability.
The most serious thing is that I couldn't contact them at all in the middle of the night.
The armed task force spent most of their time dispersed, and occasionally gathered together to study and discuss during meetings. Naturally, they also studied how to attack the county seat.
Not one hundred ways of attacking a city have been studied, but at least eighty have been discussed.
Sending people to pretend to be puppet soldiers or family members of the Believing Army is just one way to trick them into opening the city gate.
The Wu family and his son still have some conscience. If they didn't have any conscience, grass would have grown on the graves long ago.
This time, happiness was too sudden, and it was my turn to fight against the county town!
Commanders at all levels came up with ideas one after another, and soon discovered...
The commanders of the main regiment who had no actual combat experience suddenly discovered that this battle seemed not to be easy to fight because they had to face countless unpredictable problems.
There is simply no way for team communication and coordination to be timely and effective.
The main force is also poor, and they don’t even have signal flares.
Ordinary soldiers in the cold weapon era first formed formations under the command of the generals, and then listened to the commands of the chief and corps commander looking at the direction the commander's flag was pointing to adjust the direction and rhythm of the attack.
Beat the drum when attacking, beat the gong when retreating.
The Eighth Route Army was not much better. Apart from blowing the charge bugle and everyone rushing in, there seemed to be no other good way.
You don't need to make too many arrangements to fight guerrilla warfare. You can find a favorable terrain such as a hill, a pass or a bush, place people on both sides, dig a hole in the middle of the road and bury two mines to create an ambush position.
Immediately, a commander suggested using lanterns for command, which was a good idea, but it was a pity that lighting a lantern in vain was entirely the result of inviting the Japanese grenades to greet them. Moreover, the troops were too far apart and the smoke was everywhere on the battlefield, so the lanterns would not work.
Therefore, the final method used in this attack was to ask the old man of the Wu family to call the door, sneak in a dozen skilled soldiers, and touch off the puppet soldiers guarding the gate and the Japanese supervisors sleeping on the tower.
Sneak attack!
There was only one squadron of Japanese soldiers stationed in the county. This time, two squads were transferred as reinforcements. The Japanese soldiers stationed in nearby towns and artillery towers were almost completely exhausted.
The puppet leader Wu also brought most of the puppet troops stationed in the county for reinforcements. After such deployment, the county was empty.
The Japanese have occupied the county town for many years, and have long been accustomed to taking time out of the city to raid in spring, summer and autumn.
From time to time, the rat-like Eighth Route Army would set up an ambush to ambush the imperial army's food requisition team. If they were more serious, they would only attack a few gun towers.
No one would have thought that the Eighth Route Army would have the guts to attack the county town.
An hour ago, Wang Xiaosan, who was still a cook, was leading a squad. Under the cover of Wu Zeguo as the eldest son of the puppet army, he slipped into the city gate through the city gate that was opened a crack.
Then, the city gate closed again.
It is not easy for seven or eight strong men to kill a New Year pig, let alone kill the puppet soldiers guarding the city gate silently.
The weather was so hot that the puppet soldiers who couldn't stay indoors slept directly on the street carrying bamboo bed sticks and even large dustpans.
As long as one puppet soldier screams like a pig before dying, the surprise attack will be considered a failure.
After a group of people entered the city gate, the sound of footsteps woke up several dogs lying nearby.
The sound of dogs barking one after another made a group of soldiers dressed as guards feel frightened.
The puppet soldier who opened the door had been stabbed to death, and the city gate fell into the hands of the commandos led by Wang Xiaosan.
For the team of nearly a thousand people hidden outside the moat, the only option was to wait eagerly.
"Hey, those gang of death squads seem to be the people cooking fires in the autonomous army?"
"What does it look like? It's obviously him that I saw with my own eyes preparing food for the Autonomous Army earlier." Another team member who had not finished eating had a growling stomach.
"Captain, we are the only ones who can do this neatly."
"That's right, why don't you fight with the chief for this main attack mission?"
"Shut up!" Captain Zhang of the armed task force, who failed to catch the assault, lowered his voice.
A day ago, Zhang Dagui would not have believed in the combat effectiveness of the Autonomous Army.
But now, he had to believe it, because the chief personally asked people from the Autonomous Army to come up!
The chief’s vision is extraordinary!
The commando's movements were very neat.
Killing chickens and dogs with a kitchen knife and killing people seem to be completely different things.
But a soldier who cuts potatoes with a knife all day long has such smooth movements.
At the county office in the center of Qinghe County, a group of left-behind Japanese were guarding the radio station.
Keep in contact with the surrounded Xiong Erlang.
The communication efficiency of the radio station is low, so it is naturally much faster to call the Shandong Division Division Headquarters.
The so-called hotline means that once the call is put through, it never stops, and the iron wire telephone line is hot.
The radio beeped, and from time to time the roar of the Japanese commander came out.
It was late at night, and they were using this most primitive method to cheer for Xiong Erlang on the other side of the radio station.
No matter how cunning you are, facing such a large-scale and orderly killing by the imperial soldiers, you will only feel the deepest sense of despair.
The Japanese also have a tradition of reporting good news but not bad news.
As a result, until now, the Japanese in Qinghe County have not received accurate battle reports from Xiong Eryang's troops and the reinforcing captain.
The highest ranking commander who stayed in the county seat was only a military police lieutenant.
He commanded the Japanese military police to arrest anti-Japanese elements in the county town. He could think of a thousand ways.
But for suddenly becoming an information relay station, he suddenly felt a little powerless.
He knew very well the imperial elite's eagerness for success.
Under the dim electric light, he finally stopped pacing back and forth, raised his ears and listened carefully to the barking of dogs coming from the city gate.
This time the barking seemed to last much longer than before.
He secretly swore in his heart that tomorrow, yes, tomorrow, he would make an announcement and kill all the dogs in the city!
The radio station never stopped, and the phone never hung up.
A group of puppet soldiers were on the city gate building, watching Mr. Wu and his men walking into the street as they entered the city.
A puppet soldier suddenly asked: "That's not right. Mr. Wu brought a dozen guards into the city gate. Why are there only three behind him now?"
Another puppet soldier didn't even raise his head: "Maybe he slipped away to visit the brothel."
"Let's talk about business, even the Eighth Route Army Taijun dares to take action, okay?"
"My mother, who is Mr. Wu? He is the leader of the group. Could it be that he would cheat our group leader?"
(End of chapter)
