The front is not far from the headquarters. The Japanese who were infiltrated in the afternoon have strengthened their defense. It is almost impossible to pretend to be Japanese again and pass through silently.
The closer Crazy Yang got to the highway, the more cautious he became.
Sneaking behind enemy lines was not as pleasant as imagined.
If there were no Japanese around, it would be impossible to get in.
When approaching the Japanese post, the two men wearing gas masks turned south.
The green gauze curtain seemed to be endless, and the two of them seemed to have walked for a long time, but they were still in the sorghum field.
Ahead is another vertical path that the Japanese soldiers squeezed out of the sorghum.
Madman Yang turned around, got into the green gauze tent again and approached the highway.
Zhang Xiaodao, who was following him, turned his head to look east from time to time in case there were enemies that might suddenly appear behind him.
You can vaguely see the outline of a Japanese car on the road.
Now we have to wait, wait for the messenger soldiers sent by the Japanese team that just left to go back along the trail to report the news, and take advantage of the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
Time passed by, but the Japanese messenger never appeared.
Madman Yang couldn't help but pull off his gas mask and took a deep breath.
The faint smell of garlic still lingers
Quickly fasten the mask and think of countermeasures.
Thinking about it makes me think wrongly
When I was in the Forty Army, I looked forward to fighting the Japanese every day. In the end, even the army commander rebelled.
Unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army battalion they encountered almost never stopped fighting the Japanese.
Over the years, almost all the old brothers who could be named in the Military Police Regiment have died. He felt that he would only live for one more day.
While I was thinking wildly, I suddenly heard something moving on the north road.
There are groups of Japs heading south!
Madman Yang stepped forward with his left and right legs crossed, and a little sorghum approached the road.
At this time, he knew that there were Japanese guard posts on both sides of him!
He pulled out the box-cannon submachine pistol strapped to his waist.
When the Japs on the highway came into view, Yang Feng suddenly froze: Those Japs were all wearing gas masks and holding on to the carrier.
It's an engineer!
They were all dressed as road construction workers, looking as if they were going to the south for construction work.
The puppet troops ran away, the Ninth Battalion withdrew, and the main regiment would definitely adopt a defensive posture as planned.
At this time, the Japanese soldiers sent out engineers, obviously not to dig trenches!
So, the most likely possibility for these devils is to repair the road that was blown up by the previous explosive package.
Open land to the west.
Thousands of fine firepower groups finished shelling the Japanese in the open field.
Immediately dismantle the mortar, grab the mortar and run away.
The team quickly got into the sorghum field in the north.
The Japanese who were hit by a wave of grenades did not launch a charge and counterattack.
The Japanese lieutenant lowered his command sword and looked at the black figure disappearing in the green gauze tent with a melancholy expression.
He could feel that this group of Eighth Route Army was not simple. It seemed that every move of the imperial army was calculated by the Eighth Route Army.
This feeling is very bad.
The Eighth Route Commander in Qing Sha Zhang is a master of command.
It is completely different from the eight roads I have encountered before.
From the battlefield report he received from the lieutenant who came for reinforcements, he was 100% sure that the Eighth Route Army in Qingsha were the same group that raided Wucheng County.
And he even crippled a tank squadron of the Imperial Army!
To deal with such an eight-pronged force, conventional outflanking and sweeps will not work.
He could even feel that the Eighth Route Commander in Qingsha Zhang must be waiting for him to catch up and take the bait!
The lieutenant felt a chill down his spine, so cold that he seemed to be hallucinating, as if his eyes could see the two black buttons on the curly hat brim through the dark green gauze curtain.
Countless red beast eyes in the darkness were staring at him.
The open space under the moonlight was filled with smoke.
It was a long night, and I raised my hand to look at the dial of the watch. The moonlight was still enough to see the hands on the dial.
Perhaps seeing the lieutenant's action, the guard next to him unscrewed the flashlight wrapped in black cloth.
The edge of the green gauze tent.
The big eyes staring under a steel helmet were a little dry.
On the other side of the Japanese who endured the beatings, gunpowder smoke enveloped the earth.
It was so dark that you couldn't see anything, and the Japanese didn't even think of raising their guns to fight back.
Big Eyes blinked and yawned by the way.
He frowned and suddenly noticed a faint light.
When I first got a flashlight at Hekou Camp, I couldn't put it down. I once played with it with a cloth cover.
His small shoulders suddenly pressed against the butt of the gun, and he fine-tuned the muzzle.
The light only flashed for a moment and then went out.
It doesn’t matter, it’s not like I’ve never played touch typing before.
Just go by feeling!
The fingertips covered with mud were pressed on the trigger, and the trigger was slowly pressed hard.
boom.
A 7.9mm bullet swirled violently out of the muzzle.
The distance is not that far away, it is here in an instant.
The lieutenant felt as if his arm had been hit hard by a speeding car.
The pointed bullet shattered the uniform of the lieutenant's left forearm, tearing open the flesh. The pointed bullet hit the ulna and then swirled. The tail turned over and broke the scratch bone.
The bones of the forearm were broken into two pieces. If the muscles were not still strong, the forearm would have been shot away. Even so, the warhead still bent the lieutenant's body.
The lieutenant felt a sharp pain in his arm.
The Japanese who was using a flashlight to check the lieutenant's watch happened to hear gunshots.
"Ah" With the endurance of the elite ninjas of the Imperial Army, the lieutenant still couldn't hold back his screams.
Bang. Bang.
At the edge of the green gauze tent, more than fifty meters away from the Japanese, there were two more gunshots, accompanied by Nuo Da's muzzle flash.
At Liu Yuanqing's request, every time Xiao Hongying fired, the soldiers covering him immediately fired twice.
You can't let the Japanese girl shoot her from the position where she was.
The Japanese subconsciously raised their guns to fight back, most likely they would only fight back at the position of the soldier who fired later.
The Eighth Route Army lacked ammunition and had few sharpshooters.
If you can hit the target within a range of 200 meters, you can be called a sharpshooter!
The biggest feeling of the veterans is that the Japs' marksmanship is accurate. Within 200 meters, the hit rate of the Japs' rifles can generally reach more than 80%.
And during a brief pause in movement, the Japs can guarantee a hit rate of more than 90% within a range of fifty meters!
You absolutely can't compete with the Japanese to hit the target!
The sound of running footsteps of a large number of people began to appear in the green gauze tent in the north.
A vague shadow rushed out, gradually pulling out a group of black shadows.
The Japanese who came out ran directly to the west along the edge of the green gauze tent, their equipment swaying and noisy sounds in the darkness.
Following that, another group of Japanese soldiers went directly south and launched an attack in the direction of the gun tower.
Several Japanese soldiers started setting up a radio station on the edge of the green gauze tent.
With the help of the radio, the 92nd Infantry Artillery Cart, which the Japanese could not get through for the time being, unloaded the rifle on the road and fired on the spot amidst the shouts of the radio soldiers.
boom.
A flash of light suddenly illuminated the dim green gauze tent.
Yang Chengzhi was not far from the highway, and the enemy's arrangement on the highway was instantly visible in the flash of artillery fire.
The Japanese rifle artillery was at least fifty meters away from his current position.
Perhaps he had stayed in the dark green gauze tent for too long, but the sudden flash of bombardment still made his eyes light up. After the flash, there was only a residual white light left in front of him.
The white light seemed to be in front of my eyes, but it seemed to be in my mind.
Nothing can be seen at this time.
The strong sound waves of rifle fire followed along the road, wreaking havoc on the green gauze tents on both sides of the road.
The loud noise that followed made my eardrums buzz, as if my head was ringing.
The earth finally trembled violently.
Long-distance bombardment?
In the flash of lightning, Yang Chengzhi's nerves suddenly became tense: He was now near the Japanese 92nd Infantry Cannon!
Force yourself to calm down, squint your eyes, and wait quietly for the white light in front of you that seems to be starting to turn into a star to dissipate.
boom.
Shells exploded south of the tower.
It's a pity that the placement is not good.
At least a hundred meters away from the turret.
The artillery observer standing on the roof of the car immediately shouted for the rifle to increase its elevation angle.
It's blocked by a green gauze tent, so it's impossible to shoot directly at close range.
Moreover, there were a large number of imperial warriors on the edge of the green gauze tent, and the Japanese artillerymen pulled the gun ropes in an orderly manner.
Test firing from far to near to adjust trajectory
