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Chapter 708: A fruitful harvest, a triumphant return
Chapter 708: A fruitful harvest, a triumphant return
The mortar bombardment continued.
The Japanese troops in the camp were in complete chaos. They no longer had any fighting spirit and rushed out of the camp one after another.
"kill!"
Ta-ta-ta-ta!
Milong, Cui Yong and another machine gunner each held a light machine gun and kept firing at the Japanese troops who were running out.
In an instant, dozens of Japanese soldiers fell under the guns of the three men.
The Japs ran to the other side in panic.
After three boxes of artillery shells were used up, all the Japanese troops in the camp fled.
"kill!"
Milong, Bula and others had only about twenty people, but they fought with the momentum of two hundred people and chased more than a hundred Japanese soldiers away in panic.
Five minutes later, the Japanese camp changed hands, and dozens of Japanese soldiers who were injured and did not have time to escape became prisoners of Wang Zhong and others.
"Snake ass!"
"Snake ass!"
"I'm coming!"
"Take some people to collect the daily necessities."
"Not spicy, you are in charge of the guns and ammunition."
"I want numbness!"
"These trucks have been blown up. We can't use them, and we can't leave them to the Japanese either."
"Damn it! Don't move!"
The Death Star simply loaded his gun and pointed it at a dog next to him.
"Gurgle..."
The Japanese soldier just said a lot of gibberish, but there was no way that Death Star could understand the Japanese army. The gun in his hand would naturally let these Japanese soldiers know what he meant.
In less than ten minutes, a rough count of the battlefield was completed.
"Captain, there are too many, too many. There are more than 200 boxes of canned food alone." Snake Butt was in high spirits, running out of breath, and said to Wang Zhong excitedly.
"so much?"
There are dozens of boxes in one box, and more than two hundred boxes, that means thousands or even tens of thousands of canned boxes!
"Where are the other supplies?"
"There is still some rice. Currently, we have counted more than 70 bags. The rest were either blown up or burned. There shouldn't be much difference."
Although there are only more than seventy bags of rice, each bag of rice weighs at least several dozen kilograms. More than seventy bags would weigh several thousand kilograms of rice.
"Damn, so many supplies!"
"Li Hu, go inform He Dazhuang and the others to come over and move the supplies, quickly!"
"Yes! Captain!" Li Huli's eyes lit up. He immediately held up the torch and ran in the direction he came from without looking back.
There were less than thirty of them, and they could not carry away so many supplies. What's more, what they lacked most at the moment was not food, but heavy weapons and ammunition.
"Take the canned food away first. As for the rice, take it if you can. If you can't take it, just fry it. We don't need that little rice."
"Yes!"
Snake Butt immediately led people to clean up the house.
"These devils are ready-made movers. Let them help us move all our things away!"
This work took two hours, and a large amount of daily necessities and guns and ammunition were delivered to the woods several miles away.
Li Hu also brought He Dazhuang and others, together with dozens of Japanese prisoners of war. They worked together until dawn and finally moved the supplies to a ridge ten miles away.
Halfway through the journey, a Japanese soldier was petty and tried to take the opportunity to escape, but he was shot dead by Wang Zhong after running just a few meters.
"Damn it, this is too tiring!"
"The last time I helped Fanla's father move books, I wasn't this tired!"
Milong cursed.
"If you're tired, you don't have to move!" Next to him, Bu La took out cigarettes that he had just seized from the Japanese from his pocket and teased Mi Long.
"You are feeling comfortable now, it will be your turn soon, so don't complain of being tired." Milong argued with Bula in a bad mood.
The three assault teams took turns carrying supplies, leaving one team to guard the group of Japanese prisoners. Every time they took a break, the assault teams would take over the task of carrying supplies.
The reason why Milong and his men complained of being tired was that each of them had four or five bullet bags hanging on their bodies. In addition to carrying their own guns, they also had to carry a load on their shoulders. On both sides of the load were either ammunition boxes or guns.
The five grenade launchers were now disassembled by a soldier, tied up with hemp ropes, and carried on both ends of the shoulder pole.
There was no other way. If they drove, they would be too conspicuous. In order to hide their tracks, they could only travel through deep mountains and forests.
Although the vegetation in the deep mountains and forests is not lush because the sun does not shine in all year round, the roads are not easy to travel on. Not to mention cars, even carts cannot be used.
It can only be carried on the shoulder or in a backpack.
The group of Japanese prisoners were tied together with hemp ropes around their waists. Each of them had a large box behind him, which was filled with canned food.
Not to mention the Japanese soldiers who had only canned food and rice, even those who were carrying guns and ammunition were exhausted.
Li Hu is a young boy, but he is very strong. He carries a wooden shoulder pole as thick as an adult's arm, with two ammunition boxes on each end. He walks very fast. Even Mi Long, who is always sharp-tongued, can't help but admire the boy's strength when he sees him.
Even Wang Zhong was carrying two large boxes on his shoulders with a shoulder pole, but the boxes were filled with neither canned food nor rice, but the remaining shells from the grenade launcher.
Bu La laughed and said, "I'm not tired. With so much ammunition, I'm happier carrying them than carrying my wife."
"Lazi is right. These ammunitions are used to fight the Japanese. Milong, you didn't complain of being tired when you were carrying your wife, but now you're crying and shouting about being tired after just walking such a short distance..."
As he was talking, Yao Ma's eyes suddenly turned, and a gossipy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He smiled at Mi Longjian and asked, "Boss Mi, didn't you do it too hard before you came here, and your wife squeezed you dry, so you're weak now?"
"You're the weak one!" Milong picked up a stone and threw it at Yaoma: "You Sichuanese, you don't even have a wife. Every time you get angry, you follow the Hunanese to the city to eat meat."
"We don't have wives!" Yao Ma's sly expression really deserved a beating. "I think Yao Ma is right, Boss Mi, you are really weak. When you were at the Nantian Gate, chopping trees to make a coffin for your wife's father-in-law, that was when you cried out that you were exhausted!"
"That's it!"
Bu La and Yao Ma sang the same tune and immediately pulled everyone into the camp of teasing Milong.
The reason why everyone joined was not because Bula and Yaoma were team leaders, nor because Milong was unpopular in the commando team, but because Milong was the only one among them who found a wife and had a child for free.
This guy often brags to everyone about how beautiful and capable his wife is, how she can be both a housewife and a housewife, and how his adopted son is also obedient and well-behaved, and how popular he is.
Although everyone knew that what he said was the truth, the key point was that they were all old bachelors, but he got married and had children. It would have been fine if he didn't just quietly enjoy his wife and children, but he also showed off in front of everyone. Over time, he naturally became the target of everyone's condemnation.
And every joke ended with Milong surrendering to the crowd.
As more and more people denounced him, Milong gave in again.
The Northeastern-fan boss who used to be the king of the shelter and no one dared to touch him has now become the person who appears most frequently when the soldiers are chatting and joking during their leisure time.
The key point is that this guy is not angry at all, but enjoys it.
"The time has come, everyone get up!"
"Ready to go!"
Everyone stood up, and the burden of Milong and others was also transferred to the shoulders of Bula and others.
It would have taken only two and a half days to get from the ancient trail to where Old Man He and his men were staying, but with so much loot, it took Wang Zhong and his men five days to walk.
On the second day after they left, another squadron of Japanese reinforcements arrived at the ancient trail entrance. Looking at the cars that were completely scrapped, the corpses all over the ground, and the camp that was almost completely cleared out, this Japanese squadron did not chase directly into the mountains.
It was not that they didn't want to, but that they didn't dare. An entire battalion was defeated by this Chinese army of unknown name and number, and more than two-thirds of them were wiped out.
Cleaning up the battlefield and picking up the mess, this is why this Japanese squadron rushed over.
"idiot!"
"waste!"
"big eater!"
"They are all good-for-nothings, all good-for-nothings!"
After receiving the news, Takeuchi Renzan was so angry that he smashed everything on the table and vented his anger. He scolded the captain who led the troops and finally calmed down.
Unfortunately, the captain was unable to crawl out from underground and confess his mistake before Takeuchi Renzan and commit seppuku.
"General, what should we do now?" asked the staff officer with a frown.
"What should we do?" Takeuchi Renzan was very angry. "What else can we do? If we don't get rid of this Chinese army, our supply lines will continue to be harassed by them. Do we have to send planes to deliver the supplies directly?"
Food can barely be delivered by plane, but the same cannot be said for ammunition. If the ammunition is hit hard, it is very likely to explode.
It would be bad enough if you didn't get the ammunition, but you would also end up blowing yourself up, which would be a real loss.
"The general is right. This Chinese army has become a thorn in our throat. We will never have peace until we get rid of them."
"Ah!" Takeuchi Lianshan sighed and said helplessly: "Even one battalion couldn't get rid of them. Do we have to bring the entire regiment over?"
The strategy of luring the snake out of its hole was originally planned by Takeuchi Renzan. A squadron was first used to escort the supplies as a precaution to attract the attention of the Chinese army.
After they took the bait, the Japanese soldiers ambushing on both sides rushed out of the mountains and killed all these restless guys.
But Wang Zhong had already anticipated Takeuchi Lianshan's trick, so he simply took advantage of it and ambush another wave of Japanese soldiers.
And Gudaokou was the battlefield carefully selected by Wang Zhong for this Japanese army.
"General, what should we do next?" The staff officer was also helpless. It was not that they were too weak, but that the enemy was too strong. There were about 900 people in a battalion, but in the end, less than a squadron survived, and nearly three-quarters of the troops were lost.
Even for Takeuchi Renzan, it was enough to cause serious damage.
Although Takeuchi Renzan is now the commander-in-chief of the Southwest Theater, he is only a regiment commander. Moreover, with the end of the two Changsha battles, the Japanese army has suffered losses on the front battlefield, which also has a serious impact on the Southwest Theater.
Moreover, the Japanese front line is so long now that the domestic troops must have been scarce. Now that they are suffering defeat on the front battlefield, how can they have the spare capacity to send more personnel to support the southwest battlefield? It is already very good to be able to provide support with various supplies.
As for the Japanese troops in Burma, whether they were staying in local areas or stationed in Nantianmen or Dongwangchanda, the total number was no more than one division.
But now, with successive defeats and the loss of large numbers of manpower time and time again, how can Takeuchi Renzan's wishful thinking come true?
Today, Takeuchi Lianshan has been caught in a dilemma.
If the Nationalist troops on the other side took advantage of the opportunity to attack him at this moment, although he would be able to resist, the fortifications that Takeuchi Renzan had expected had not yet been completed, which would inevitably cause him considerable losses.
If the supply line cannot be opened up, Nantianmen will be attacked from both sides and there is a high possibility that it will fall into the hands of the enemy.
When fighting, Takeuchi Renzan never took risks easily, but always focused on caution. This could be seen from the fact that he built fortifications on the Nan Tianmen Gate, preparing to turn the entire Nan Tianmen Gate into an airtight iron passage, a defense network that ran through the Nan Tianmen Gate.
"Ask for help!" Takeuchi Renzan sighed and said helplessly.
The staff officer stopped talking. The series of defeats had already made him lose confidence.
Moreover, the current situation in the Japanese army's country is not optimistic. The huge wealth accumulated through the Reform Movement has now been almost consumed, and shortages of both troops and various supplies have begun to appear in the country.
"At this point, this is all we can do!" The staff officer sighed and said helplessly.
"What about the fortifications and those Chinese civilians?" the staff officer asked after thinking for a moment.
"Let's release those Chinese people first! We don't have much food left, and we must focus on the war in the Empire of Japan first."
Takeuchi Renzan was counting on these strong men to help him hollow out the entire Nantianmen, so how could he bear to kill all of them now?
The staff officer nodded. He naturally knew Takeuchi Renzan's intention, but precisely because he knew it, he could understand how helpless Takeuchi Renzan was to make this decision.
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On the other side, inside the guerrilla base, after five days, Wang Zhong and his men finally returned to the base with a large amount of supplies.
Old Man He and a group of old, weak, women and children ran out excitedly to greet them. Their eyes lit up as they saw the large and small boxes of things being carried into the camp and the prisoners wearing Japanese military uniforms.
Old Man He pulled He Dazhuang aside and asked in a low voice, "Are these prisoners Japanese?"
"Of course, who else could it be if not the devils?" He Dazhuang said with a smile: "Uncle, we won a great victory this time and killed hundreds of devils!"
"Several hundred devils?" Old Man He couldn't believe his ears. "How many of you are there? Can you kill several hundred devils?"
"Of course not!" He Dazhuang said with a smile, "The Japanese are also made of flesh, and they will die if they are hit by bullets."
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