under fire

Chapter 1438
There were scattered gunshots in the green gauze tent, and the wilderness was restless.

Zhang Xiaosan hid near the Qingshazhang Devils convoy, and after hearing the sound behind the Devils convoy, he immediately guessed that someone was attacking the Devils.

When he can quickly make a correct judgment on the battlefield situation through the sound of gunfire, at least he can be counted as a veteran, and he even has basic command ability.

It's just that he didn't have enough experience in battle, so he didn't act immediately. He planned to go around to the position where the gun was shot, and see with his own eyes whether it was Crazy Yang and the others who went behind the enemy.

Just got up and prepared to jump east.

Da da da.
A light machine gun in the south suddenly opened fire, followed by a devil's car not far away.

Zhang Xiaodao was startled, and quickly got down again.

Hearing that the machine gun was ringing without stopping, I immediately judged that the mule company commander was playing and sweeping a large area again.

After hesitating until the sound of machine gun fire stopped, he immediately came to a conclusion: the mule company commander was copying the enemy's rear.

Gunshots don't lie.

It is no longer like the guerrilla ambush in the past, seeing a large number of devils but just saying that a lot of enemies have come, at most the approximate number of devils that have been scouted, without knowing the specific arrangement of the devils.

Judging that the mule company commander's shooting position was near the enemy's guard post, it meant that Crazy Yang and the others had already touched the post.

Moreover, the open shooting of the machine gun was likely to attract the enemy's firepower to provide cover for him, so he had to perform well now and take the opportunity to approach the enemy's artillery position.

Thinking of this, he quickly spread his legs in the green gauze and headed west, jumped onto the road, raised the [-] big cover he just got and shot to the south.

Zhang Xiaodao's thoughts were very simple, and he never thought that Luo Fugui's shooting had little to do with him.

Even, there were only four people sneaking into the outer guard post of the devils, and Crazy Yang had already gone west to catch up with the large army.

There are many messengers running back and forth on the battlefield.

It's not a boast that the devils are well-trained, and it is strictly forbidden for all ministries to visit each other on the battlefield, of course, except for the orderly soldiers.

The artillery position has been strengthened, and there are no devils in the green yarn on both sides of the convoy parked on the road.

Therefore, the devil guard post standing on the rear compartment was not surprised to see a companion coming out of the green gauze tent. Amidst the roar of bullets, a guard post asked for the password according to the regulations, but there was no response.

I saw this man shooting swiftly towards the rear of the car next to the car, and immediately used the car to cover and head north after emptying the magazine.

The guard post thought that Zhang Xiaodao was going to the north to report to the headquarters, so he hurriedly yelled at the birds to strengthen the firepower and provide cover for the messengers
All of a sudden, the crooked handle and the rifle fired hotly, and the two grenade barrels followed suit.

Zhang Xiaodao's forehead was covered with sweat, and he quickly approached the artillery position.

Soon I saw that the devil's guard post who was killed and injured by the grenade he had just thrown was being helped, dragged, and carried out of the sorghum field.

In the green gauze tent, people could not be seen clearly at a distance of more than ten meters. The devil's alert sentry was all focused on the green gauze tent next to the road, and no one noticed that there was a stranger on the road.

In a team of more than a thousand people, it is impossible for ordinary soldiers to recognize everyone except the commander.

The Devil's artillery position was not far ahead, but there was a guard post, so Zhang Xiaodao didn't dare to continue approaching.

At this distance, even throwing a grenade would not have much effect.

A devil sergeant in charge of battlefield rescue saw a guy in a second lieutenant's uniform holding a rifle against the cargo compartment, with something bulging on his back waist as if stuck.

Zhang Xiaodao kindly reminded that it is best to squat to reduce the possibility of being hit by the eight-way gun in the green gauze tent.

Zhang Xiaodao's veins twitched in the back of his hand clutching the rifle. Seeing the devil's respect for him, he thought of Liu Yuanqing saying that his current military uniform was equivalent to a company commander.

He bravely waved his hands continuously to tell the Sergeant to leave.

Sergeant Cao didn't care about Zhang Xiaodao, and yelled at his men to carry the wounded soldiers to the cargo compartment.

This is an extremely useless action.

He fought all night in Juanzi Village, was ambushed by eight routes, and lost soldiers and generals.

Xiong Erlang, who hasn't had a good night's sleep until now, doesn't feel tired at all.

He felt that he had mastered the great secret of Tubazan: the essence of guerrilla!

Seeing a small team of warriors sneak into the green gauze tent and disappear, I couldn't help but feel eager hope.

Then ask your subordinates to report the progress to the head of the division.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that the head of the division immediately jumped into a rage when he heard his subordinates say that he was fighting a guerrilla with the Eighth Route Army and scolded Baga Xiong Erlian for his ancestors.

The imperial army's fighting methods are upright and upright, so they need to use the indiscriminate tactics used by such bandits?

Lieutenant Xiong Erlang didn't know that the commander of the division didn't even look down on guerrilla tactics.

Still immersed in the wonderful imagination of the warriors under his command killing all directions in the green gauze tent.

The green gauze tent is not easy on the march.

The second lieutenant led more than fifty devils to retreat along the eighth road and quickly pursued the sorghum poles that were squeezed out.

Although the green gauze tents are densely packed, it is absolutely impossible to disperse and pursue them. They can only form a long snake formation.

I walked westward for two miles in a daze, but I didn't even see a shadow of Balu.

Instead, the poisonous gas bombs fired earlier are still there.

Fortunately, mustard gas is said to be a poisonous gas, but it is actually liquid at room temperature.

Some were exploded to form small droplets that filled the air.

Although most of it was taken away by the wind, there was still a garlic smell in the air.

The devils lowered the fart curtains behind their military caps to avoid scratching their skin from the saw-like sorghum-flavored flakes.

After walking for a long time, there are always some parts of the body that are not well protected.

Most devils began to feel some discomfort in their throats.

Fortunately, the depth of the poisonous gas droplets was very low and did not cause much damage.

Some devils fought last night and the military uniform was damaged and there was no time to mend it. They were scratched by leaves stained with mustard gas, and then felt that the wound seemed to be a little itchy.

Finally, someone found that the wound where the companion in front had scratched from time to time seemed to have turned purple, and there were small pus bubbles growing around the wound.

Ignoring the rule of not making noise while marching, the devils who followed finally couldn't help asking the devils in front if they felt any discomfort.

The ghost with pus on his back turned his head, resisting the itching on his back, and looked at his companion fiercely: "Shut up!"

Looking at the pustules on the back of the person in front of me, the size of sesame seeds to the size of soybeans and then to the size of broad beans.

The devils behind had a premonition that something was wrong, and hurriedly reported the situation to the sergeant behind.

The sergeant switched positions and stepped forward, looking at the pustules on his men's backs, he immediately realized that this matter might be a mess, so he stopped in the green gauze tent, ready to wait for the second lieutenant to come up and then report the situation.

The devil walking in the front suddenly felt as if he had kicked another horizontal sorghum pole.

He didn't care.

The retreating Balu hurriedly fled under the green gauze tent, causing broken sorghum poles along the way.

A devil who followed closely behind suddenly found that there seemed to be green smoke rising from the ground.

He quickly lowered his head and scraped away the sorghum leaves on the ground.

Instant Revenant: "Grenade"

Follow and fall to the side!
Although the Tubalu grenade is not very powerful, it will still ring even if it is only blown in half!

boom.
A puff of smoke rose from somewhere above the green gauze tent.
Then there was a strange cry like the sound of meat butchering a pig.

Wicked mines made of hand grenades!

Eight roads' damage tricks emerge in endlessly.

The Ninth Battalion also considered that they did not plant landmines directly. If the devils did not come over to plant landmines, they would probably kill and injure ordinary people who harvested sorghum in a while.

But grenades are different. After a few days and nights, the dew formed at night will cause the highly absorbent fuse to fail due to moisture.

It will be very difficult to come back to clear the landmines after planting landmines without blowing up the devils.

Whether you can find it or not, the key is to waste time.

(End of this chapter)