Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Chapter 5 The Big Fool
After the 22nd regiment prepared the supplies, Zhou Weihan led the crowd to the sixth division of the Nine Columns.

three days later.

The first battalion commander, Jing Dagang, came over and said, "Regimental Commander, the soldiers sent to investigate came back and said that this place is less than 50 miles away from the Nine Columns Base. According to our speed, we will arrive within half a day."

"Tell the soldiers, pack up your weapons and equipment, and set off after breakfast."

"Commander, what about the batch of weapons and equipment?"

"You take someone to bury the 200 [-]-caps and bullets on the spot, make a good camouflage, and come back to pick them up when you have time."

"Yes, head," Jing Dagang nodded in response.

It's not that Zhou Weihan is playing tricks, he is really poor, these weapons are the foundation for the development of the new second regiment in the future, there is no room for loss.

Zhou Weihan couldn't help feeling emotional: "It's good to have someone like Jing Dagang under his command, he doesn't have to worry about many things, he will take care of them."

The sun was rising high, and the large grassland thirty miles to the north of Xiaowangzhuang was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the soil turned up by the shells gave off a burnt smell.On the endless open ground lay the corpses of many little devils lying here and there, and some of the devils had half fallen into the ditch at the front of the Nine Columns.

Most of the ground fortifications of Nine Columns have been destroyed by artillery fire, but the line of defense has not been loosened in the slightest. Pairs of black eyes are exposed under the broken bunker, watching the front of the position vigilantly.

One pair of eyes was particularly bright, slowly poking out of the trench, the dark eyes swept around twice, and suddenly dived down again.As soon as he squatted down, two people leaned over and surrounded him, one left and one right.

"Apparently, did you see anything?"

"Benshi", the full name is "Li Dabenshi", and his real name is "Li Chishui". He is in his thirties, unshaven, tall at [-] meters, and exudes an evil spirit of intelligence.

The young Li Daben was begging everywhere, from the north to the south, and passed out from hunger when he reached the Chishui River. When he met the Red Army troops crossing Chishui, the Red Army rescued him with two bowls of porridge, and then he followed the Red Army. It was at this time that the clerk in the Red Army gave him a name and wrote "Li Chishui" on the roster.

After that, Li Chishui followed the Red Army to climb snow-capped mountains and cross grasslands. The team saw that he was eloquent, smart, and quick-footed, so he was appointed as a communication soldier to convey tasks to troops at all levels.

When they arrived in Huining, Gansu Province, they received an order to let their troops cross the Yellow River all the way west.They kept going west, and behind them were the Ma's army who were constantly chasing and killing them. They couldn't fight or hide.

In the end, the entire army, a division of [-] to [-] people, was completely killed by the cavalry of Ma's army, leaving only Li Chishui who survived by luck. This is why Li Chishui was so afraid of cavalry. Cavalry was Li Chishui's nightmare.

Since then, he has returned to his hometown in Hebei.In the past few years, he has been traveling all over the world, and he has developed a mouth. All the boys in the seven miles and eight villages like to listen to him talk about the outside world, and he is also happy to brag about himself.

Gradually, he got the title of "Li Dabenshi", but fewer people called him "Li Chishui", and no one knew his real name.

A year later, the Anti-Japanese War broke out, and it didn't take long for the flames of war to reach his hometown. Li Daben was the only one in the village who had ever carried a gun.

After the Eighth Route Army blew up the devil's artillery tower in his hometown, Li Daben took the entire militia team to join the Eighth Route Army.

Surrounded by his two little brothers in the trench, Sweet Potato and Lively.

Li Dabang spat out the dirt in his mouth, panted and said: "The devils are all wiped out, and we are the only ones left. They are all picking up the devil's fish, as if they were desperate."

Sweet Potato said enviously: "When will we be able to take our turn? Isn't it said that the team is the main force? Why are you doing the work of the militia?"

Li Daben looked at the group of people around him, some were wearing military caps, some were holding stretchers, some were holding spears and big knives, and he was holding a real thing in his hand, isn't it just a militiaman?

Li Daben poked the sweet potato and said, "Didn't I send you a grenade?"

"Okay, if you dare to hide your private goods, take them out." Xi Jinping said and was about to pounce on Sweet Potatoes.

Sweet Potato was in a hurry: "My god, don't listen to his nonsense." He yelled at Li Daben, "You are the only one of the dozens of us who led the ringer, show it to us."

While talking, he went to grab the bastard box that Li Daben slung across his waist.

Li Daben hurriedly grabbed his hand: "Don't move! Do you just look at the gun casually?" Several people were entangled, and suddenly a loud voice came from behind. "Get out of the way!"

Li Daben turned his head and saw a group of well-dressed soldiers of the Eighth Route Army swaggering through the trench with their trophies on their shoulders.Someone was carrying a large bundle of long guns, someone was carrying a mortar, and all of them had festive looks on their faces.

The man who spoke just now had a scar on his face from the corner of his eye to his ear, and he carried a crooked submachine gun on his shoulder.

Seeing that Li Daben didn't speak, he just stared at the machine gun on his shoulder in a daze, so he gave him a light kick.

"How many times? It's like a cat running here."

Li Daben felt underestimated, so he said angrily: "Sanlian! What's wrong!"

The scar-faced man smiled contemptuously: "Sanlian? The man of Xie Gouzi? The battle is almost over, what are you still doing here?"

Lively continued: "The company commander said that we are the reserve team, let us wait here to carry the wounded." The scar-faced man laughed: "The soldiers of the third regiment, which one does not fight ten? Who still needs to carry? Go, go to the front position to help fight, move things, and share some Japanese canned food with you when you go back."

Li Daben felt envious in his heart, but he was still stubborn: "Look at him, he has snatched a few broken guns, he is so beautiful that I don't know what his last name is, if I have a gun, I will be the main force."

While talking, Li Daben's waist suddenly buzzed. Everyone was startled and backed away, thinking it was a bomb.

Trembling with fright, Li Daben opened the gun case, and actually took out an alarm clock with a set time from it.

At the same time, everyone in the temporary command post behind the battlefield was ready.

Ma Guoming, the political commissar of Nine Columns, looked at the time on his watch, and it was exactly three o'clock.

Commissar Ma pressed his hands on the table, "It's time for the general attack"

The commander said in a deep voice: "Order all the troops of the Ninth Column to press up."

"Yes" the correspondent who had been waiting for a long time turned around and rushed out.

It didn't take long for the soldiers of the Nine Columns who received the order to jump out of the trenches one after another, charging forward like an overwhelming momentum, and all of them regarded death as home, and the soldiers who rushed in front fired all the bullets at the point of fire of the little devil's machine gun.

A standard infantry squadron of the Japanese army has 181 people, including a squadron headquarters of 19 people: there are squadron leaders, executive officers, 3 sergeants, 4 health workers, officers' orderlies, trumpeters, 8 correspondents; 3 54 people squad.A total of 181 people, 139 rifles, 9 light machine guns, 9 grenades.

Surrounded by the Nine Columns is a reinforced squadron, with 3 extra heavy machine guns and 2 90mm mortars, and there are about 200 people.

The little devil had already suffered heavy losses in the previous attack, and after a little resistance, he quickly fell into chaos, and a big hole was torn open in the front of the position.

The soldiers of the Nine Columns poured into the Japanese positions like a tide, the bayonets reflected a dazzling white light, and blood spattered in an instant.The Japanese devils who had no fighting spirit left dozens of broken limbs and wreckage, and retreated in a panic.

Behind the Japanese army's position, a group of Japanese soldiers covered in mud and blood lingered on the cover of rocks.Half of the leader, Captain Fujita, was already soaked in blood, barely supporting his body with his command knife.

"Could it...do you really want the whole army to be wiped out here?" Fujita muttered to himself, and suddenly his eyes flashed fiercely, "Takata! Let the soldiers file off the chrysanthemum emblem on the machine gun. The symbol of the royal family must not It fell into the hands of the Chinese people. To be forced into such a situation by the Chinese people, we can only apologise with death!" As he spoke, he slowly drew his sword out of its sheath.

Takata pressed his hand holding the handle hard, and said, "Fujita-kun, it's too early to say goodbye now."

"We have charged five times and have not broken through their encirclement. Can we still expect a miracle?"

"I observed the positions of the Eighth Route Army. After they charged, the gunshots from the defenders on the west side became obviously messy. If we concentrate our firepower and attack this weak point, there may be a chance of survival!"

Fujita raised his binoculars and looked at it, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, his spirits lifted.

"Okay! Let the gunner reset the target, concentrate all the machine guns, and prepare for the sixth charge!"

The exhausted mortarers tried their best to adjust the muzzle and set the shooting parameters.The cannon was ejected with a muffled sound.

In the temporary command post of the Eighth Route Army, the commander was staring at the battle map, and said to himself: "The little devil is finished, it seems that the battle will be over in half an hour."

Political commissar Ma was not relaxed, and frowned and said: "Commander, don't be too optimistic. The three regiments under our Nine Columns are not fully staffed. The total number of people in total was less than [-]. Some time ago, we fought several tough battles one after another. There are not enough soldiers and supplies, and I am worried that something will go wrong."

(End of this chapter)