The country is broken

Although Qingming and Grain Rain had passed for many days on the first day of May, the water in the Hutuo River was still piercingly cold. In 1942, the northern spring came later than before, and the drought last winter was barely covered. A few sporadic rain and snow in early spring eased slightly.

Mazhuang, a small village near the Hutuo River in the middle of Hebei, is not affected by the drought in early spring because it is sandwiched between the Hutuo River and the Zhulong River. A plague of locusts jumping like flying dogs.

From time to time in the nearby Suning County, the Japanese devils came out to mop up, but the militia team in the village and the militia team responsible for taking care of this area were always able to respond quickly. Small groups of enemies were eaten directly, and large groups of enemies notified the villagers The people of Mazhuang have not suffered any major losses since they were transferred and avoided.

The weather on May [-]st was exceptionally good. The sky was clear and the sun in May was shining gently on the earth. The only difference was that there was no one in the field outside the village. As usual, the fields It is full of folks serving the crops wholeheartedly.

"Old Wangtou, why are you still busy~"

Several militiamen patrolled a cornfield and saw an old man pulling a hoe and digging his head in weeding.

The old Wang took off the white sheep belly sweat towel wrapped around his neck, wiped his sweat, stared blankly, and said with a smile: "If this field wants to produce more grain, it must be intensively cultivated. Such a good day, no Going around in the field, hehe, I just don’t feel at ease in my heart.” His sun-tanned face was rosy.

The militia boys were amused, and one of the leading militiamen said: "Hey! Old Wangtou, today is May [-]st International Labor Day, and the working people all over the world will celebrate the festival. Everyone, go to Zhang Gang to watch the Eighth Route Army drama club." Acting, you are always good, but if you are busy here alone, we will leave it to us, you can go to the theater all the time."

"Yes, Uncle Wang. We are here."

The militiamen usually have a pistol and a hoe in one hand. They are soldiers in war and civilians in leisure time. They immediately took off the hoes on their backs and ran to the field to help Old Wangtou with his work.

"This, this, how can this be done, you go, I don't like to look at that thing!" Old Wangtou saw the militiamen enthusiastically rushing over to help weed.Immediately shouted embarrassingly, but there was still a bit of longing for the program of the Eighth Route Army Drama Club in his tone.

The soldiers and civilians in the base area are usually busy with production or anti-Japanese. Their leisure life is extremely monotonous, and there are so few rare entertainment activities. The performances at the Jizhong Fireline Drama Club can be regarded as a spiritual feast that is worth the weight of Bao Shen’s wings. Villagers from several villages, including Mazhuang, took their families and rushed to Zhanggang Village far away to watch the Eighth Route Army Fire Front Drama Club before dawn.

"Old Wangtou, don't be so busy, let's go to see it together, anyway, it's just a day's delay, so it doesn't matter." The militiamen laughed and booed.

The gang in the cornfield was making a scene.A teenage boy ran over yelling in the distance.

"Brother Xiao Ma! Brother Xiao Ma. There are puppet soldiers, and the puppet troops are coming." From afar, I heard the boy shout out of breath.

"Puppet army!" As soon as they heard that the puppet army was coming, all the young people in the cornfield stopped their hoes.They all stared at the boy running over.

The young man in the lead of the militia walked out of the cornfield and said, "Amao, speak slowly, what's going on?"

"There are more than a dozen puppet soldiers who have come to the countryside to scrape land. They have just come out of Chencun, and there is still ten miles of land towards our village. They are all new and brand new." The young man rushed to the edge of the cornfield. On, his face flushed with exhaustion.

In his tone, the dozen or so members of the puppet army did not seem to be very important.On the contrary, the [-] rifles carried by the puppet army are the key point.

"Business is coming, Amao, go call the brothers in Qi village, fuck the guy, and then find the brothers from the next village to come together, get together fifty people, let these black dogs go back and forth" the young man named Xiao Ma The militiaman said that the puppet army in the nearby enemy stronghold has become smarter and knows how to use the villagers to go to Zhanggang to watch the theater.There are not many people in the village who have free time, so they took the opportunity to run out to take advantage of it.

"Old Wangtou, let's go to the theater, our play is about to begin." Brother Ma waved his hand, and a group of militiamen immediately followed him.

A squad of puppet troops appeared in a small formation on the hill outside Mazhuang, and some puppet soldiers even grabbed a few clucking chickens tied to their legs, and came towards the village in a big way.

In the crop field outside the village, under the cover of the young branches and leaves of sorghum and corn, the militiamen from Mazhuang and several nearby villages gathered together, staring at the puppet army squad that was getting closer and closer. Most of them are concentrated on the shiny black [-] guns carried by the puppet soldiers.

"F*ck, big fat sheep." The captain of the Mazhuang militia took off the Eighth Route Army cap on his head, and glanced greedily at the puppet army like a wolf looking at a lamb. These gangsters are really well equipped. The militiamen in several villages only had two [-]-style guns and four [-]-gun guns in their hands, and the rest were shotguns and firecrackers. Sponsored by teammates. [

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Suddenly, a burst of random gunfire broke out in the crops. Suddenly, several puppet soldiers flailed their arms and fell to the ground. The rest of the puppet soldiers turned around and ran away.

"Chasing!~" The captain of the Ma village militia waved his hand, there is no reason to let go of the fat in his mouth, and the puppet army is only weak, and the militiamen are large enough to deal with them.

More than 50 militiamen yelled and killed, and swarmed towards the small mountain ridge where the puppet soldiers fled and turned over.

Behind the small mountain ridge where the puppet army disappeared, a Japanese small sun flag suddenly appeared, followed by several groups of bayonets glowing with cold light on the entire mountain ridge, and then a large number of Japanese soldiers quickly appeared.

"My mother!" The militiamen who had just rushed out of the crops were so frightened that they almost lost their souls. In the blink of an eye, an old hen turned into a duck, and a few puppet soldiers turned into a large group of Japanese soldiers in a blink of an eye. This is simply too absurd Oh, it's not so outrageous to change a living person.

A large group of Japanese soldiers wearing yellow woolen military uniforms in black, pulled an extremely long line and entered here steadily.

"Devil, raid!" The Mazhuang militia captain was the first to come back to his senses, his eyes widened, as if he had gathered all his strength, and shouted, "Run! The enemy raid is coming! Run!"

The militiamen did not expect that the Japanese would suddenly launch a large-scale raid without anyone noticing. There was no movement before, but the large number of Japanese soldiers and the dazzling reflection of bayonets in front of them proved that they were not dreaming.

"Give it up! ~~~~~~"

The militiamen covered their hoods with rain like locusts.

"Run! Hurry up and notify the Eighth Route Army. Hurry up! Run away," the captain of the Mazhuang militia witnessed a dozen militiamen being knocked down to the ground by the rain of the Japanese army, with blood splattering, and continued to shout hoarsely with his eyes tearing open.

Every militiaman who survived had only one thought, which was to run, without looking back, to run desperately, to tell other people and the guerrillas the news of the Japanese coming to sweep up.Tell the Eighth Route Army to prepare the folks and teams as much as possible.

Puffs of thick black smoke mixed with red flames rose from dozens of village houses in Mazhuang, and pigs, sheep, cattle and chickens screamed miserably. A large group of Japanese soldiers poured into the village with [-]-style rifles and searched wantonly.

A few watchdogs who were unwilling to be barked by strangers were shot dead by Japanese soldiers before they could bark a few times. Of course, there were also a few unlucky Japanese soldiers who were bitten down by gloomy dogs. Cowardly.

"Yoxi, that's it, don't let any one go!" The captain of the 7th Battalion of the 29th Independent Mixed Brigade of the Japanese Army, Ogawa Xuesong, watched the soldiers of the 29th Battalion advance steadily with a telescope on his face.

"Master Okamura is really tall! He is indeed the first and only lieutenant general to win the Golden Bird Medal in history." Ogawa Ogawa was very satisfied with the preliminary results of this raid.Never before has a security raid gone as smoothly as this one.

end of March.

At the military meeting held at the commander-level in Shijiazhuang, Ningji Okamura was personally honored and commended by the director of the Japanese Military Personnel Bureau, which made the officers of the Japanese troops in North China who participated in the meeting very excited.The former commander of North China, Chief Tada, also failed to receive this honor.

At the meeting on the same day, Okamura Ningji took the opportunity to arrange a mopping up mission at the end of April.

After the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain, the military strength of the national army in the southern Shanxi area was greatly damaged, and the vacated area was instead infiltrated by the Eighth Route Army. The strong resistance force that came out has already had to make the North China Japanese army pay attention to the threat of these Tuba roads.

From the end of 1941, the Japanese army’s military suppression began to divert to the ever-growing anti-Japanese armed forces of the Chinese Communist Party. Therefore, the main goal of the combat plan at the end of April 1942 was to target the Eighth Route Army, which was the most active in the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei region. [

早就在谋略着今年作战目标的冈村宁次在1941年底让第17、32、36和41四个师团参加日苏战场，进行实战训练，并于3月底返回，正好赶上大扫荡作战。

Hebei!This is an important agricultural and grain-producing area in North China. In early 1942, the continuous outbreak of drought, locust plague and food shortage in the base areas of the Eighth Route Army of the Communist Party of China made the Eighth Route Army urgently need food. There is no doubt that food is the lifeblood of the Eighth Route Army. Districts and other old base areas most loyal to the Communist Party.

What Ogawa admired even more was Commander Okamura's long-planned new mopping strategy, which has already shown him initial results today. The refined mopping tactics known as "casting nets" are based on a distance of nearly one mile between squadrons.Multiple squadrons cover the entire area side by side, searching and driving the enemy into the encirclement. After many training sessions, the various combat organizations in the 29th Battalion have been able to maintain a certain tacit understanding, and can quickly concentrate superior forces and respond.