Eighth Route fled north.
Xiong Erlang climbed up to the turret, half of which had been blown down by the imperial army, and looked at the vast green gauze tent to the north with ferocious eyes.
It really hurt from being beaten. Such a huge battle damage could never be hidden from the higher ups.
Dashi Xiong Erlang clenched his ribs in his hands, hesitating a little whether to commit seppuku now.
A few days ago, they were attacked by the Eighth Route guerrillas pretending to be the Imperial Army, and then launched a night attack on the Eighth Route hiding place. The battle has lasted for almost four days now.
It seemed that every time they could surround the Eighth Route Army, they were always able to break through.
After arriving here, he found that Qingshazhang was not in a good position to attack, so he decisively adopted a low-key defensive posture, only to be surrounded by eight directions!
Moreover, because of his carelessness, nearly half of his men were killed or injured.
He couldn't figure out how there could be such a strong Eighth Route Army when the main force of the Eighth Route Army was clearly retreating to the west.
In the green gauze tent, there were figures carrying out the bodies of warriors with torches from time to time. Wrapped in those marching blankets were the fragments of the bodies of the imperial warriors.
It made a clanging sound when thrown into the cargo compartment of a car.
Bang bang bang.
Boom boom boom.
A sudden burst of gunfire and continuous explosions appeared in the north.
Quickly raise the telescope and look north.
The place where the gunshot was fired was far away, probably at least ten miles away.
Thump thump thump.
The messenger under his command appeared: "Your Excellency, the captain of the Guantao County Security Brigade sent someone to report the situation!"
"It's the damn Imperial Alliance Army again!" Xiong Eryang cursed: "Bring him up!"
"Report to Taijun, the Guantao Security Brigade has been ordered to report to you. Our department accidentally discovered the Eighth Route Wounded Soldiers Field Hospital and is organizing an encirclement and suppression!" The man in black who came to report was a little nervous.
The original plan was to marry Cangzhou Road, but there was no need to hide it in front of the imperial army.
Because it is absolutely impossible for the Eighth Route Army to find out any information from the imperial army.
"I know!" Xiong Eryang waved his hand.
He had no intention of sending anyone to provide tactical guidance.
The man in black who reported the news was driven away by Taijun, and he was confused for a while.
"Oishi-kun, the Imperial Alliance Army rebelled in front of the formation and could be the scapegoat for your heavy casualties this time." The reinforcement captain, who had just climbed onto the relatively solid half of the turret, comforted him in a low voice.
His men suffered nearly 300 casualties. Of course, fifty steps would make him laugh a hundred steps.
If Xiong Erlian dies, he will be the first person responsible when the time comes to hold him accountable. As long as Xiong Erlian comes back alive, he will definitely be demoted and will no longer be his opponent for promotion to major general.
Thinking of this, he was in a good mood. Looking at Xiong Ertian who was downcast and speechless, he continued to persuade: "You have to cheer up. The casualties on the Eighth Route Army are not small. Moreover, we have also figured out the troop layout of the Eighth Route Army. As long as the assault team can bite this The tail of the Eight Route Army will destroy them sooner or later."
"I will bear all the responsibility for the failure of this battle!" Who can be a captain but not a good person? Xiong Eryang knew what the other party was thinking, but if he could live, who would really want to die? He's not one of those mindless low-level soldiers.
The reinforcement captain stopped trying to persuade and pointed to the north: "Reinforcements from the Guantao Guard Brigade have arrived and are already engaged with the Eighth Route Army."
"The Eighth Route Army still wants to drag us around so that their ambush plan can be realized." Xiong Erlang also had ruthlessness in his heart and immediately judged the current situation with his own professional standards.
"What do you think the Eighth Route Army is playing with the Guantao Guard Brigade again?" The reinforcement captain was eager to try.
"What kind of thing is the security brigade? You wouldn't think that they would be the opponents of the Eighth Route Army, would you?"
The reinforcement captain smiled awkwardly: "Let the Chinese fight for themselves while we sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. It's actually quite wonderful, don't you think?"
After the two Japanese captains sent someone from the security brigade to report that the Eighth Route Army had been surrounded, they had no intention of letting their men go to participate in the offensive guidance.
If compared in terms of combat effectiveness, the Japs are definitely number one.
But on the battlefield, victory does not necessarily depend on strong combat effectiveness.
The weak can make up for the gap in strength after taking advantage of the right time and place.
Therefore, there are always some people who believe that they can defeat the strong with the weak while occupying a certain advantage.
For example, Captain Wang of the Security Brigade, because his subordinates accidentally discovered that most of the Eighth Route Army in the village were wounded, he thought he could take advantage of them.
As for the Eighth Route Army who are escaping north, with the dog-tempered imperial army, they will definitely pursue them to the end.
Captain Wang is in a good mood.
Attacking a village of wounded people could end the battle in half an hour at most.
There is absolutely no problem in withdrawing from the battle before the Eighth Route Army fleeing north arrives.
No matter how we fight this battle, we have a 90% chance of winning!
As the saying goes, the brave will starve to death and the timid will die. Almost all the wounded soldiers in the village had guns.
In troubled times, guns are money and guns are wealth.
The black market price of a gun was one hundred yuan, which made Wang Daxiong, who came from a rough background, very excited.
In the village, there lies an ocean of more than 10,000 people!
Underestimating the enemy means always thinking that one's own abilities can exceed those of the opponent.
The infiltration power of the Eighth Route Army was difficult to guard against, and even he himself could not guarantee whether there were any Eighth Route Army spies under his command.
Captain Wang did not use the manpower of the security brigade, nor did he intend to let his men continue to pretend to be ordinary people to poison.
He was afraid that the Eighth Route Army would find out later that his team had been there!
The blame must be placed on the green forest bandits on Cangzhou Road.
The subordinates themselves are heroes on the road, and they are absolutely familiar with these things. In the past, they relied on this skill to carry out a wounded barracks for the national army's defeated troops and made a fortune.
County Magistrate Wang Da personally directed: feigning a frontal attack, outflanking on two wings, and following the imperial army in sweeping sweeps, but he still learned a few tricks.
So, the east side took action first.
Outflanking from the north to the south, his number one general named Cangzhou Yihu personally went into battle and led the heroes to attack from the west of the village.
When bandits enter a village, there is no such thing as taking the overall situation into consideration.
Even under the guidance of the imperial army instructors, he still subconsciously sneaked into the village and stuck to the wall.
Climb over the wall into the courtyard and hide under the flashing window of the millstone
As for who is the main attacker in certain positions and who is covering? Well, wouldn't it be great to be shoulder to shoulder here?
If you encounter a ruthless character who fights back, how to deploy your firepower? The instructor of the Imperial Army once told you to use grenades to open the way, suppress it with machine guns, and then outflank it with two wings, and you're done!
The wounded soldiers of the ninth battalion in the village seemed to have strong combat effectiveness, but in fact some of them were drawn from the first regiment of the Autonomous Army, and most of them were militiamen recruited from the third column.
Although the three-person team tactic is powerful, the injured soldiers have difficulty moving and cannot move quickly or even coordinate in a small area.
The observers lying on the roof soon discovered that the night attack team was very organized in their attack.
And they have a tacit understanding with each other.
Keep gesturing backward.
A certain hero, who was running around like a rat in the darkness along the wall, actually hit his head directly against the shell gun in the hand of the wounded man hidden at the corner of the wall.
The wounded were not polite, just let them go to the shadow.
boom.
The silence of the moonlit night was finally broken.
The sudden gunfire caused the heroes all over the village to burst into chaos and fall down.
Then I heard a strange cry from a tiger in Cangzhou: "Brothers, beat me to death!"
Bang bang bang.
There seemed to be eight wounded people hidden behind the walls and doors in the village.
Regardless of whether there are people or not, always fire first and throw grenades.
The heroes thought to themselves: There are only one or two hundred people in the Eighth Route Army, one third of whom are seriously wounded who cannot move, and those who can fight are at most fifty or sixty.
Absolutely most of the Eighth Route Army have limited mobility. As long as their location is determined by firing a shot, they will never be able to run away.
"Machine gun, fire for me." Cangzhou Yihu, who led the main attack, shouted to his subordinates without hesitation.
The machine gun team was unequivocal and quickly set up a gun ladder, sent the machine gunner to the roof and handed over the Czech light machine gun.
The machine gunner swings the machine gun tripod to pull the bolt, and first locates a flash point and pulls the trigger.
Ta da da. Ta da da…
The very rhythmic three-point suppressed ballistic trajectory hit the courtyard wall not far from the flash, piercing the soil and breaking bricks, and continued flying into the courtyard and house, breaking windows and doors, splashing soil and flying debris.
Immediately there was a loud crackling sound in the yard.
The muzzle flames continued to shine, shining brightly on the roof of the boss moment by moment.
Obviously, the Heavy is definitely a veteran.
Unfortunately, the veteran was unlucky and met some ruthless characters who had been training for several days.
The wounded soldier, who had a wound on his leg and was sitting half-reclined between the window and the door, quickly leaned forward after the machine gun ball passed through the window.
Raise the gun and aim hard at the location of the continuous flash.
Carefully observe the left and right swing range of the machine gun, and calculate the approximate position of the machine gunner's body based on the length of the butt.
Just before his eyes were about to be flashed by the muzzle flash of the machine gun, he finally pulled the trigger.
boom.
The muzzle flashed fiercely.
A bullet came out of the barrel steadily, flew a short distance, and clicked into the face of the machine gunner who was shooting wildly.
The wounded soldier quickly shrank his head after firing.
After climbing to the roof and lying down near the machine gun, the heroes armed with shell guns found that someone fired back and killed the machine gunner.
So what are you waiting for, get on full fire now.
As a result, the window where the gunshot had just been fired and the earthen walls around the window were damaged.
The bullets entered the wall and drilled through the windows, making continuous noises. It felt like there were hundreds of noises.
"Hey, if we dig out the warheads on the wall in the morning, we can probably dig out one or two kilograms," the lightly wounded man muttered proudly.
At this time, he was lying on the ground, not worried about the machine gun bullets that could penetrate the wall and penetrate the lower half of the brick wall foundation.
