The eight-way ambush succeeded, and the Japanese reinforcements were almost completely wiped out. The leader of the assault team had no guts to pursue them.
The battle seemed to end there.
Each unit collected and counted the number of casualties. There were many Japanese who could speak Chinese, so they had to be careful to prevent Japanese from sneaking into the team.
We all know that after a battle, the first thing to do is to take care of the wounded.
The team was confused during the retreat, and the main group and the soldiers of the ninth battalion were not familiar with each other.
Carrying on the stretchers were the bodies of the fallen soldiers, as well as the lightly or seriously injured people who were in coma and whose brains were wrapped in bandages and couldn't be seen clearly by the health team.
Regrouping for a head count was not easy.
There was no excitement about the large number of seizures, and no one was bragging to each other. They were all immersed in the sadness of the sacrifice of their comrades.
The soldier in charge of statistics was getting busier and busier. Behind him, the soldiers following him flicked on their flashlights from time to time, confirming someone and immediately ticking the roster with a pencil.
Soldiers who were not registered... and were not seen by their companions were initially determined to be missing.
The number of names ticked off the list in the small notebook hardly increases anymore.
The approximate figures of missing persons and victims are shocking.
Crazy Yang, Zhang Xiaodao is suddenly on the list
Li Lao San and Li Lao Si were on guard along the green shazhang trail to the north after the team was broken.
If someone goes north, arrest him first and then interrogate him to confirm his identity.
No one is allowed to go south, and comprehensive martial law will be implemented in this area before dawn.
However, after waiting for a long time, no trace of the Japanese pursuit was found...
The Eighth Route Army fought fiercely with the Japanese. Qinghe County, where the Japanese heavily stationed troops, unexpectedly fell. All forces wanted to know the progress of the matter.
Black clothes, black trousers, black hat, black gloves, and a dark figure with a black cloth on his face, silently climbed over the city wall and sneaked into Qinghe County.
He was carrying a long black cloth package behind his back, and the bulge under his left armpit should be a pistol holster.
Judging from the deft movements of the man in black, he should be a muscular man in his thirties.
Climbing over the wall, walking quickly through the dark night, I focused my gaze on the compound ahead... where the county office is located.
Observe carefully.
Two Eighth Route Army soldiers stood at the gate, and people poked their heads from time to time on the walls and roof of the courtyard.
Obviously, the defense is very tight.
Eight people entered the gate empty-handed, while others came out in groups carrying things.
After a while, the man in black disappeared into the darkness, walked along the wall, turned through several alleys, and came to a compound without any light.
The sound of a dog barking was immediately heard in the courtyard, and then the owner of the house stopped the barking.
With a creak, the door to the courtyard was opened a crack, and the owner poked half of his face out: "Who is it?"
The man in black lowered his voice: "Does Mr. Gao live here? Someone asked me to pick up something."
The owner of the house quickly opened the courtyard door: "Please come inside."
After letting the man in black into the house, the owner of the house looked around the alley for a long time, then closed the door and went back into the house: "Haha, you came here fast enough. It looks like you traveled a long way, right? "
The man in black lit a match and saw clearly the appearance of the owner, then asked in a deep voice: "Are you Mr. Gao?"
"Mr. Gao is not here..." The owner of the house shook his head and looked solemn: "What should I call him?"
"My last name is San."
"What's the mission of coming here in such a hurry?" the owner of the house said in a calm voice.
The man in black said angrily: "Qinghe County fell into the hands of the Eighth Route Army. What is my mission?"
"Haha, it's not my job to be a county guard."
"Baga, is this your attitude towards intelligence work?"
"You are right," the owner of the house said in a cold tone, "I can kill you just by your squeaking!"
The man in black was at a loss for words: "Well, how much of the situation do you have now?
"The Eighth Route Army surrounded Xiong Erling's troops and lured the county's royal security forces out of the county for reinforcements. At around 1 a.m., the Eighth Route Army used the father of the security regiment leader Wu Shu, Mrs. Wu, to falsely open the city gate, and then successfully attacked the county town with the cooperation of insiders."
"Then tell me why you didn't report the situation to the gendarmerie before the Eighth Route Operation started?"
"My information was relayed to me by the gendarmerie."
"In other words, the intelligence work you usually do did not play any role in this county attack."
"You have to understand what my job is"
The man in black sarcastically said: "I really don't understand. A county town has been lost and you are still talking about your job content? Or do you want to say that you are doing economic intelligence and the military is not your responsibility?"
"If that's what you're saying, I don't have any problem with it."
"Do you think I can't do anything to you?"
"Please don't talk to me in this tone." The owner of the house warned: "Besides, when you talk to me, you'd better use honorifics."
The man in black lowered his voice: "The North China Front established the North Special Police. You won't say you don't know, right?"
"Your military intelligence department and our cabinet intelligence department are not the same system. Please pay attention to your attitude."
"Okay, have you figured out the specific number of this group of Eighth Route Army, their troop layout, firepower, and who the commander is and other key information.
The owner of the house shook his head: "No, I am responsible for lurking and do not actively collect military intelligence!"
"You really have the nerve to speak. If intelligence officers don't collect intelligence, then what are you doing? Taking the salary of the empire and doing business to make money?"
"Hehehe, if there is nothing else, please go back."
"I apologize to you!"
"That's pretty much it. Come with me!"
The man in black had a strange expression. He didn't expect that the elite intelligence agent trained by the cabinet would have such virtue.
After thinking for a while, he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he stood up, put a cross sword inserted under the table into his sleeve, and then followed the owner of the house to the inner room.
The owner of the house closes the door, lowers the curtain, and lights the lamp.
Then, the owner of the house lifted a brick on the ground and took out a document: "This is the activities of the anti-Japanese elements nearby."
Then he took out another list: "This is the list of newly developed personnel. Remember, you must come forward to find them as agents of the Nanjing government."
The man in black held the documents and list and approached the light: "Haha, it seems that your work is quite effective."
"I can't say, everyone's character and background have been clearly investigated. I hope you won't be embarrassed."
"Haha, Takahashi-kun, you are really a talent."
"Do you know me?" The owner of the house's expression changed drastically.
"I suggest you don't touch the gun on your waist!"
…
The cock crows twice.
The sky seems to be starting to turn white.
The team of lightly wounded soldiers who went to support the Ninth Battalion were carried southward by the villagers.
The gunfire from the south stopped.
A group of more than thirty people stopped and rested on the path in the green gauze tent.
The wounded were separated from the villagers and stayed together.
".Is the battle over?" A wounded man was a little uneasy.
"To say we won a complete victory is too damn nonsense."
"With the battalion commander's ability, he must have escaped after the mines we planted were obtained."
"I guess that should be the case."
"That's right."
The wounded platoon leader suddenly lowered his voice: "The situation is not quite right."
"What's wrong?"
The platoon leader's voice was trembling: "These villagers have a problem!"
"What did you say?"
"We went all the way south without encountering any comrades on guard duty or a single correspondent."
"Could it be that the comrade on guard duty left his post without authorization?"
"If you were asked to stand guard, would you be off duty?"
"Unless I die!"
The wounded squad leader suddenly spoke: "The platoon leader is right. Why didn't the villagers move when there was such a huge battle?"
"However, these villagers are definitely not disguised as enemies. The Japanese and puppet soldiers want to disguise themselves as ordinary people. It is absolutely impossible for them to look like this."
"Everyone, be careful."
"We have to rely on them to even walk. Why do you want us to be careful?"
"Yes, they are villagers, we can't do anything to them, right?"
"Stop talking nonsense, load the bullets and prepare for battle."
The wounded did not notice that the villagers who were also sitting not far away were staring at them like wolves in the dim light.
The leading villager was making arrangements for other villagers in a low voice.
Villagers began to move closer to the wounded.
Bang bang bang.
The villagers opened fire first.
Several fired black grenades were thrown at the group of injured people who were unable to move.
"boom"
In the flash, the villagers looked ferocious.
Shrapnel flew everywhere and the wounded screamed.
More than a dozen wounded people who had neither been shot nor shrapneled by grenades were dizzy but unambiguous. They raised their guns and shot.
(End of chapter)
