under fire

Chapter 893

A correspondent on a bicycle rushed to the village, threw the bicycle to the security guard who was guarding the political commissar at the gate of the courtyard, spread his legs and entered the courtyard and shouted: "Commander Luo and Company Commander Ma are already on fire with the enemy."

Hu Yi raised his head and asked calmly, "Where is it? The specific situation!"

"The scout said it was ten miles southwest of Baliying." The correspondent was out of breath and pointed at the map in front of Hu Yi: "It was found just outside this village. The imprints made by the wheels of the enemy's cars. It is judged that there are devils in that village."

Hu Yi frowned: "The enemy's strength and firepower?"

"There shouldn't be many people, and the number of devils will not exceed a small team. The puppet army should be a company!"

The political commissar suddenly stood up: "There are three hundred people in the town, and the enemy's outskirts are found in the west? Hehe, the dog traitor really thinks highly of our division. The surname Wu should have pulled out all the family fortunes this time!"

Hu Yi looked at the map and thought quickly. The surname Wu engaged in such a big battle, and he definitely wanted to wipe out all the eight roads in the defense zone!
If I hadn't happened to be here, then if the partition was really done, it would be more or less auspicious.

Thinking of this, Hu Yi turned to look at the political commissar: "The enemy should have a regiment now! What instructions do you have?"

The political commissar slammed his fist on the table: "I'll go to the south to command the division's team. You double-team from the north. Let's take those devils first!"

It should be very difficult for us to cope with the number of troops in the Jiuying Battalion.

The political commissar shook his head: "We don't have to think about the common people this time. Besides, the puppet soldiers are not devils. Firstly, they have difficulty in communicating. Secondly, they adopt the technique of splitting up and attacking together, which just gives us a chance to defeat each of them!"

Then our previous plan to pull out the puppet army from the town has to be changed now.

The political commissar agreed with Hu Yi: "Yes, we have to find a way to suppress the puppet army in the town! In this way, you lead the team to kill those devils, and I will lead the divisional team to stop the puppet army in the town. come out!"

Hearing this, Hu Yi on the opposite side of the table finally stood up and shouted to the door: "All gather!"

After speaking, he walked to the wall, took off his satchel and put it on his shoulder, put the rifle in the back of his waist, hung a holster on his shoulder, and picked up the rifle leaning against the wall.

The political commissar grabbed Hu Yi, who was hanging the equipment on his body, and pulled off the pistol on his shoulder: "It's been a long time since I did it myself, leave one for me to use!"

The political commissar left in a hurry with the guards, and now he has to go around to Li Huanzhang's side in the south, and lead the team to deploy defenses on the west side of Baliying!
Hu Yi threw the rifle on his back and went straight out.

The soldiers in the open wilderness outside the village have assembled under Li Xiang's command.

Hu Yi came to the team and spoke loudly: "Mule and Ma Liang have already exchanged fire with the puppet army in the west. This time the situation is special. According to the scout report, there is a small group of devils in the southwest of Baliying. Now I ordered the team to divide into two groups. , a group of bicycles followed me to immediately reinforce the mules and Ma Liang, and the rest ran to the third mile west of the Bali Camp with Company Commander Li Xiang and used ditches to build fortifications, and cooperated with the divisions to block the puppet troops in the town from leaving the city!"

The plain is desolate and dead in the spring sun.

A team of 60 people riding bicycles in the front crushed the dry hardened land, rolled up a puff of dust, and walked westward about five miles north of Baliying, followed by a team of more than a hundred people running.

The village to the north is in sight.

The pseudo-company commander led a platoon, running out of breath, wearing his hat askew, and carrying his gun backwards.

Singing little songs along the way, talking about cross talk and telling dirty jokes, it's so pleasant.

Hearing that the gunshots in the village in the north seem to be getting rarer, I am not worried.

It is reported that there are more than ten or twenty guerrillas in the village, and they have been surrounded by their platoon leaders.

We have reinforced the past all the way, and can't think of other words other than directly crushing.

The pseudo-company commander stopped urging, and shyly pushed the crooked dog fur cap with his big belly: "I said, don't wait for us to arrive, the village is finished."

The platoon leader under him shook his head, raised his toad eyes and looked forward: "Don't you see the village here? Ten or twenty guerrillas will always catch two alive, just in time for the new brother Let's see the blood!"

The false company commander tilted his mouth and nodded: "This is a soldier who can't see blood, can he still be called a soldier? I said, have you brought all the lamp oil? Don't run out of oil when you light the sky lantern later!"

A puppet soldier patted the two water jugs on his waist, raised his brows ferociously, and said loudly to the puppet company commander: "Hey, how can I forget this fun. Two jugs!"

The distance from the village was getting closer and closer, and suddenly there was another gunshot in the village.

The puppet company commander led a platoon of puppet troops, and no longer lined up in a column. They scattered in a mess about a mile outside the village, gun in hand, and rushed straight into the village with their waists bent.

The false company commander habitually lagged behind, and yelled triumphantly towards the front: "Be careful later, don't hurt your own people!"

Under the sun, in a shallow ditch, an observer with a big-brimmed hat and dry grass stuck in his mouth growled: "400 meters, two machine guns, 35 people, and the officials are behind."

"Hey, I said can you take off your hat?" The ditch outside the village was too shallow, and the soldier lying in the ditch reminded the observer.

The observer ignored it, and instead said: "Hey, you know what a fart! Even if I shoot them now, the puppet army will not dare to fight back when they see me dressed like this, but they have to say to me: I am a human !"

Ma Liang ignored the apprehension of the observer, frowned and ordered to the team lined up in the south: "Load the bullet!"

The machine gunner next to Kacha Ma Liang slammed the gun.

Immediately afterwards, there was a clatter of rifle bolts being pulled.

In the village behind, in addition to gunshots, the sound of grenade explosions was heard from time to time.

The puppet army hunched over and approached the village, and the puppet company commander walking behind always felt that something was wrong, so he turned his head and asked the platoon leader under him: "Hey, the second platoon leader of his mother has been fighting for so long that he doesn't even have a village. Come down? Why is there no one outside the village?"

The platoon leader opened his mouth to agree: "That's right, that idiot didn't even set up a guard post on the battlefield?"

The pseudo-company commander dog imagined the picture of the village in his mind: "The grenades are all used, it seems that those guerrillas should have been surrounded in a certain yard."

The 32 puppet troops were in front, less than a hundred meters away from the village.

There are no vanguard.

Because the village is still firing guns, safety is naturally the first priority in the subconscious, so no one intends to approach the village first.

Pulled into a crooked skirmish line, there is no echelon, and there is no due vigilance.

This is called soldiers pressing the border!

There is a horizontal ditch outside the village, but of course there is no water.

The false company commander habitually looked at the terrain outside the village and thought, if the village is surrounded, the ditch is a ready-made bunker.
The sound of gunfire in the village seemed to fade away again.
The puppet army walking at the front seemed to hear someone shouting "40 meters!"

Before he could figure out what was going on.

Some evocative voice began to yell, "Hit!"

Suddenly, two figures appeared at both ends of the ditch in front of them.

Then, another large-brimmed hat appeared in the middle.

Da da da.
Da da da.
Bang bang bang.
The sound of machine guns, dense volleys of gunfire, and bullets poured over the head and face like rain.

A well-trained puppet army. Where have you seen this scene?

Most of the unlucky ones had no time to dodge, and fell to the ground after being shot.

Some lucky ones fell where they were, almost smashing their faces with their heads buried in the hardened sand.

The pseudo-company commander in the back was lucky, staring at the big-brimmed hat with triangular eyes, first he was afraid, and then he became angry: "My own people, don't shoot!"

(End of this chapter)