Guantao.
West of Weihe River.
Nan Guangcai Village.
On the plain under night, gunshots suddenly rang out from the north of the village.
The gunfire got closer and closer to the village, became denser and louder, and finally rang out like a riot.
Under the moonlit night, the village was in chaos. Children were crying and women were screaming in the yard. Several old people threw their grain bags into the pits they had dug earlier and deliberately shoveled some new soil.
Panting heavily, a soldier rushed into the village and asked the noisy and busy villagers: "Old Zhang, where is Old Zhang?"
A middle-aged man came from the tunnel entrance and stood in front of the militiamen: "Why panic!"
"A large number of puppet troops are coming from the north! Spread out the two wings to the southeast, and quickly organize the fellow villagers to move south."
Hearing this, Lao Zhang turned around and shouted to the rooftop: "Erdan, quickly organize the team members to go to the east for reinforcements. Three Pillars, let the village militia organize the fellow villagers and wounded comrades to enter the Qingsha tent to the southeast!"
"Yes!" Sanzhu, the militia squad leader, turned around and ran away with the two militiamen.
The reporting soldier looked anxious: "Our platoon leader said, don't go for reinforcements! There are at least a thousand puppet troops coming to sweep this time. The platoon leader said he can stop the puppet troops. After your work team has hidden the food, hurry up and follow the militia Organize fellow villagers to enter Qingsha tent”
"Thousands of puppet troops?" Lao was stunned for a moment, and directly rejected the soldier's suggestion: "We have practiced relocation so many times, and there will be no problem escaping from the enemy's encirclement this time!"
After saying that, he gave an order to the team members who got up and rushed to the north of the village after hearing the gunfire in the common people's homes: "Immediately divide the troops into two groups, block the puppet troops encircling the east side, and block the puppet troops encircling the west side!"
It seems that he completely ignored the puppet troops coming from the north.
"Report to the captain, the first and second detachments of the armed task force have been assembled!"
Lao Zhang looked resolute and waved: "Check the weapons and prepare to fight!"
South of the village.
Villagers gathered at the grain drying ground.
Sanzhu, the militia platoon leader, felt a little panicked: "According to the retreat method that the work team taught us a few days ago, move immediately!"
Nanguangcai Village is not far from the county seat and has been raided many times by Japanese and puppet troops.
This transfer was completely orderly.
The village is close to the Wei River and is not greatly affected by drought.
Many people in the village fled from the south and have long since learned to give up big bags and only carry small ones.
The team moved very quickly.
Qingshazhong in the southeast of the village.
There is a group of men in black hiding.
At the edge of the green gauze tent, a traitor from the detective team carrying a shell gun looked around: "If we do this, will we end our descendants?"
The traitor in black next to him shook his head: "If Tubal Road hadn't been here to stir up trouble, it would be great if we all joined the imperial army and became obedient citizens."
"You know what the heck, if it weren't for the Eighth Route Army operating here, the cunning rabbit would die and the lackeys would be cooked, how could there be a good job for our brothers."
"Hey, are we asking the bandits to respect themselves?"
"You still know how to respect yourself as a bandit, so we are just sitting back and waiting!"
"Here we come." Seeing the dark crowd coming out from the southeast of the village, the traitor in black raised his voice and lowered his voice.
Lao Zhang led the armed staff directly east.
I felt a little worried for no reason.
The armed task force held a meeting today, and so many enemies appeared.
Apparently, there is a traitor among the villagers!
There was constant gunfire ahead.
The militiamen who blocked the puppet troops were fighting and retreating south by familiarizing themselves with the terrain.
Lao Zhang mentally looked at the location of the exchange of fire between the militiamen and the puppet troops to the east, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
With the current speed of the villagers, they will definitely be able to enter Qingshazhang before the puppet army surrounds Helong.
The shell gun is quite suitable for fighting at night. Anyway, both sides have no accuracy. At least it can make those puppet soldiers use the weapon as a weapon.
The plains under the moonlight were filled with gunshots.
The puppet troops from the north to the south have entered the village!
Lao Zhang had a trace of worry on his face.
The puppet troops trained by the Japanese are becoming more and more effective in combat.
In the past, a light machine gun could scare the puppet troops away, but now, the puppet troops' equipment is getting better and better!
And the combat effectiveness is getting stronger day by day.
boom.
Suddenly there was a gunshot from the southeast.
Lao Zhang stopped and turned his head, with a smile on his rough face.
The sound of gunshots that followed made him feel cold in his heart: "No, there are enemies hidden in the green gauze tent!".
When the first shot was fired.
A wounded Eighth Route Army soldier on the stretcher rolled onto the ground.
"There is an ambush!" Then he pulled out the rifle that had been kept in the holster on his chest: "The wounded who can move must assemble immediately!"
Even though he was lying on a stretcher, the wounded man from the Ninth Battalion still did not panic.
More than twenty stretchers were quickly gathered together,
"Seventh Platoon Commander, don't worry. The shots fired in front of us were shell guns, and most likely they were traitors from the detective team."
"I'm worried, a few traitors dare to show off in front of me." A wounded man pulled his rifle with a clatter.
They had injured their legs and feet in the ambush of the Japanese impact convoy a few days ago, as well as those who were seriously injured, and had to stay at the homes of the villagers to recuperate.
There were more than ten militiamen with them. Although they were injured this time, the Ninth Battalion did not ask them to turn in their weapons when they left.
There was even plenty of ammunition left for them.
Now that they were suddenly ambushed by the enemy, the wounded did not even panic too much.
The soldiers of the Ninth Battalion are different from many troops. They are all new recruits before going to the battlefield. Even if other teams have been on the battlefield, they can only be regarded as having some experience. If you follow the Ninth Battalion to the battlefield, you can be called a veteran after being on the battlefield once!
The reason is simple. The Ninth Battalion has no shortage of guns and ammunition.
Even new recruits, as long as they didn't wet their pants, would have fired more than a dozen bullets at the Japanese amidst the shouts of the squad leaders and platoon leaders.
Teaching by words and deeds is better than any kind of training.
But to say I was a little scared would be a lie.
A general is a brave soldier. Seeing the wounded squad leader in front of him, a soldier with two eyes pierced in his thigh even asked the villagers who were carrying him to turn around, lie down on the stretcher and raise his rifle.
The militiamen walking in front were already half-kneeling on the ground, raising their rifles and firing back into the green gauze tent.
boom.
A bullet flew over the head of the militiaman lying on the ground.
The sudden flash of the gun muzzle and the dull sound of the gunshot frightened the villagers carrying the stretcher and almost gave up.
The smoke from the shooting then choked my nose, coughing.
The person on the stretcher who pulled the gun bolt loudly began to curse: "Didn't your mother say that you are the bravest in the village? I said you coughed, hey, don't move your hands around."
Perhaps, in the eyes of many people, the wounded are a burden.
A soldier who had suffered shrapnel in his calf a few days ago shouted to the villagers who were rushing forward with him on their backs: "Don't you have eyes? Hurry up and move to the left. Our people in front are blocking the shot."
Behind the two people, a villager holding a rolled stretcher under his arm followed closely: "Oh!"
The militiaman lying on the side of the road immediately yelled: "You're yelling, don't lose my backpack."
"Liu Laosan'er, let me ask you, are you just going to have a fight with Comrade Jiuying, and it will soon become the Eighth Route Army?"
"I'll tell Instructor Hong when I get back and ask you to join the Eighth Route Army!"
"Are you serious? Does that red instructor have three heads and six arms?"
Bang. After firing another shot, the militiaman turned his head and shouted proudly: "Oh, you are really right."
