under fire

The Japs in combat formations have very strong combat effectiveness. Once a firefight occurs, it is easy to turn into a positional battle from which they cannot escape.

Li Laosi didn't dare to ambush.

Wan Baoxi is a veteran, but his command level is really worrying.

But setting up an artillery position is easy.

"As long as the little devil shows up, half of it won't be complete until he is blown up to death." Wan Baoxi muttered.

"Being ambushed continuously, and the Japanese artillery positions were blocked, there is no way he would be so stupid as to get together and get beaten up again!" Wang Xiaosan next to him threw cold water.

"It makes sense..." Wan Daoxi nodded.

"Report, the Japanese troops are coming in two groups. The Japanese are very cautious and advance very slowly."

The two mortars that Li Laosi got back had no shells and were just placed with the Nine Battalion's baggage in the north and could not be delivered in a short time.

There were no artillery shells, but there were a lot of grenade grenades. After hearing what Wang Xiaosan said, the more than ten grenades were immediately dispersed into groups.

Wan Shi started to check and adjust the grenade firing range one by one.

When I felt that it was about the same, I turned around and slipped into the simple artillery position command post that I had just created...a large pit half a man deep. I raised my binoculars and looked north carefully.

The Japanese soldiers were divided into two groups, spreading out from the east and west of the village and pressing southward.

The leading soldiers took the lead, and the guard posts spread far and wide on both sides.

About two hundred meters away, almost three or four minutes passed. Under the moonlight, the smoke and dust dissipated in the open space, and the figures of more than fifty Japanese soldiers in embarrassment slowly appeared.

There was no movement from the artillery positions in front. All of them were hunched over in shock and kept advancing in attack formation under the constant orders of the Japanese messengers.

The leading soldiers carefully searched and advanced, and the guard posts on both wings were separated by nearly 100 meters.

"Safe." "Safe." "Safe."

The chirping of birds rises and falls in the east and west.

The leading soldier on the alert heading south on the east road felt that the hand holding the gun was a little numb, and finally returned safely to the artillery position that he had just left not long ago.

A shocking scene unfolded before our eyes. There were corpses on the ground. There were no mortars or heavy machine guns. Finally, we saw the familiar corpse under the moonlight. Er. figure: "Your Excellency, Lieutenant?"

"Stand on alert." the leading sergeant ordered.

Wang Xiaosan was lying in the ditch, with a steel helmet deliberately placed not far away.

The three Japanese soldiers from the north kept approaching, and their racing hearts almost reached their throats.

With his finger pressed against the trigger of the submachine gun, as long as the Japanese found the slightest abnormality, he was sure to immediately beat the three lone Japanese into a sieve.

Thirty meters.

Twenty meters.

Ten meters

"There is an ambush." ​​A Japanese soldier who was in charge of guarding the right wing finally realized that something was not right in front of him, so he raised his gun and shot.

Snapped.

The Japanese hurriedly shot the half of the "head" sticking out of the ground.

"Hit!" Wang Xiaosan shouted loudly.

Chug tug tug. Bang bang bang. Bang bang bang.

A submachine gun and two shell guns fired simultaneously.

There were only three Japs coming, so it was necessary to conceal their firepower.

"Ge Laozi, fight!" Then, 20 meters behind Wang Xiaosan, Wan Xiaosan popped up and gave the order to shoot.

Tum-tum-tum. Tum-tum-tum.

There was a muffled sound from dense grenade launchers, and grenades hit the scattered Japs crowd one after another.

More than 20 grenades, which have been carefully calibrated one by one and have been roughly calibrated at high and low elevation angles, fired one after another.

Boom boom boom.

The grenade suddenly exploded among the Japs.

The fried spots are so dense that it’s useless even if you lie down.

The Eighth Route Army generally calls grenades small artillery. Although it cannot achieve the killing effect of mortars, the Japanese within about five meters of the explosion point will temporarily lose their combat effectiveness even if they are not killed or injured. When the puppet troops entered the village before, the Japanese casualties were not large, but they never dreamed that they would encounter an eight-way "artillery fire" attack when they returned for reinforcements.

The grenade is a weird thing. The range is not far, but it is longer than the distance of throwing a grenade.

There were quite a few Japanese soldiers who fell to the ground and were hit by shrapnel. Most of them would not die for a while after being hit by shrapnel, and the screams could be heard everywhere.

Without waiting for the second lieutenant's command, the Japanese on the ground began to fight back. As the commander, the second lieutenant was puzzled. Is it really Tubal?

If they really had such strong firepower, they could have laid an ambush when the imperial army arrived earlier. Why wait until now?

Based on my feeling, there should be more than ten grenades on the west side!

After thinking for a while, Zhu Nao finally figured out that the reason why they did not ambush before was because they wanted to sneak attack the imperial army's artillery position first!

Treat the invincible imperial army as a transportation captain?

Angrily, he drew out his command knife and pointed it in the direction of the grenade fire, and shouted in the male duck's voice: "Onboard, charge!"

The onboard charge is also called the Long Live Charge, the Jade Break Charge, the Suicide Charge, and the Pig Charge, which means a charge regardless of casualties.

Being well-trained is nothing to boast about, and there is no need for the second lieutenant to make detailed arrangements.

With the team's grenade launchers and light machine gun cover, the warriors were like wild boars emerging from the woods, unstoppable.

Not far to the west.

In a trench hastily converted from a ditch, two light machine guns, two submachine guns, the black muzzles of more than a dozen rifles, and thirty grenades with unscrewed back covers were waiting eagerly.

In a ditch more than a mile north of the village.

A burly man, estimated to be nearly 1.8 meters tall, with a gray face, raised his hand to Hu Yi: "My brother's surname is Wang Mingsheng, and he is the guerrilla commander of Guannan in Luxi!"

"Hu Yi, the 23rd Regiment of the Eighth Route Army!" Hu Yi went straight to the point and lied: "I'm rushing for reinforcements on orders from my superiors."

Commander Wang forced a bitter smile: "I accept your kindness. If you can use it in the future, please feel free to give me your instructions."

Hu Yi continued to be polite: "You can leave after the battle."

Wang Shun opened his mouth and was speechless. A large number of Japanese soldiers raided the area, and everyone had to run away!

Judging from this tone, do you want to defeat the Japanese and puppet troops?

A figure hurried over with the jingle of bicycles: "Report, a group of unidentified teams appeared in the north, estimated to be at least one battalion."

Hu Yi subconsciously raised his hand to rub his temples, feeling a little headache.

There were at least two companies of puppet troops near the village. Further south, most of the Japanese squadron, and a battalion suddenly appeared in the north. The ninth battalion took advantage entirely by tactics.

This play cannot continue.

"North, can you take me to see it?" Wang Shun suddenly said: "I think it is possible that you are here to save my men."

"Possibly?" Hu Yi raised his head again: "Big dog, take a platoon to escort you."

After Da Gou and Wang Shun left, for the sake of safety, Hu Yi gave the order again: "Order Li Xianglian to prepare for the attack, and the health team will take the wounded to withdraw westward first!"

Wang Shun came back quickly, and it was indeed Wang Shun's tribe who came.

He immediately expressed his willingness to temporarily accept the command of the Eighth Route Army.

This time, the strength has increased again, but the difficulty of commanding has increased.

In the open field, Xiao Hongying stood in front of Wang Shun: "My surname is Chang. Next, you will accept the command of this instructor."

Wang Shun nodded: "I am willing to obey orders!"

He didn't think there was anything wrong because Xiao Hongying was a woman. There were many heroines holding high the anti-Japanese banner these days.

The most important thing is that the masked Xiao Hongying's voice is noisy and hoarse, and her tone lacks the childishness of the past.

Wearing a mask means covering your face, right?

Besides, if the Eighth Route Army had not arrived faster this time, he would probably have been burned to death in the tunnel by the Japanese.

He knew very well that without the Eighth Route Army, the men who came to save him would probably be wiped out by the Japanese and puppet troops based on their fighting power.

Looking deeper, he wanted to explore the bottom of Eight Roads.

I heard from the commissioners sent from the war zone that the Eighth Route Army only fought guerrillas.

I have dealt with the Eighth Route Army before. The Eighth Route Army was extremely poor, although the combat effectiveness of the 23rd Regiment was not bad.

But he is definitely not strong enough to dare to act opposite the Japanese.

Maybe there's something hidden in this.