The country is broken

Such a loud voice frightened the two squadrons of the Japanese and Puppet Army not to be careless at all. It seemed that there were three platoons of the Eighth Route Army in front. Its combat effectiveness is much more terrifying than other Fang's Eight Routes.

Squadron Captain Sasaki immediately judged that he had been introduced into the ambush circle. Instead of panicking, he was secretly excited. The main force of the [-]th District Team was restrained by Captain Ono. The first time he acted according to his superiors was to wipe out the vital forces of the Tuba Road. He thought it would take a lot of effort, but he didn't expect to break through the iron shoes to find a place.

Sasaki Buci didn't believe it anymore. The two squadrons had nearly [-] elite soldiers, and they were afraid of a group of stragglers from the eighth road. Those in front were at best a group of peasants with earthen guns and spears.

Under the control of the two Japanese squadron leaders, the Japanese and puppet soldiers who were attacked suddenly did not flee. They carefully set up an attack formation and continued to use firepower to tentatively detect the situation of the troops on the other side of the stream.

The water column on the surface of the stream continued to explode, and the gunshots on both sides of the bank became more and more intense, sandwiched like sandwich biscuits. Although there was a trench as a cover, the eight military workers were not idle at all. [

But what is strange is that the martial arts team members hiding in the trench not only fired at Squadron Leader Sasaki and Squadron Leader Mori, but also fired at the other side of the stream from time to time. Above, intertwined into a network of light, the [-]th district team also paid a lot of money to the martial arts team, all armed with German-made shell guns.The German-made [-]-gun shell-barrel gun has sufficient firepower to fire continuously, no less than a light machine gun.

The machine guns that made the soldiers of the Japanese and puppet soldiers shuddered were jumping firecracker paper in a few tin buckets in the trench, eh!Probably tens of thousands more!

The military worker was still holding the tin trumpet and yelling those non-existent orders, holding a piece of linoleum paper in his hand, facing the lines.

The gunfire on both sides of the stream became more and more intense.On both sides of the strait, you come and go, I don't know how much medicine was wasted, and the gunfire became more and more intensive.Amidst the intense gunfire and firecrackers, there were occasional shouts in Japanese from the other side of the stream, but the two squadron leaders Sasaki Ayumi and Mori Moto did not hear them. Amidst the explosions one after another, even if they shouted as hard as they could, they were still drowned out.

However, the martial arts team members by the stream disappeared in the rain of gunfire at some point. The ditch where they originally hid was bombarded with grenades and mortars by both sides of the stream overnight, and most of them collapsed. A shallow ditch in the soil, only revealing one or two flattened tin buckets.

Gunshots on both sides of the stream rang out in the middle of the night. Squadron Captain Sasaki organized several charges, but at most he rushed to the middle of the stream and was still beaten back. Sasaki Ayumi and Mao Liyuan organized his men to block back.Both sides have no intention of retreating at all.The stream in the middle is like a dividing line, causing the two sides to start a tug-of-war.

"Yoxi! It's indeed the work of the Eighth Route!" At this point, Sasaki Squadron Leader also admired the opponent he had fought with all night, and the opponent had a firm will to fight.Tactics are sophisticated, like our own side, they are all [-] big cover, well-equipped, really a tough opponent, it seems that those rumors about the [-]th district team are true, relying on the blood and life of the Imperial Japanese Army to grow up The eight-way and twelve-district team is not easy to underestimate.

One night, both sides suffered heavy casualties, almost half of them suffered casualties. The two puppet army captains under Sasaki were all killed, and Mo Liyuan was not much better.An ear was cut off from the quilt, and a grenade chip was embedded in the thigh. The two squads under his command were wiped out, leaving only around forty Japanese soldiers and thirty puppet soldiers.The two sides on both sides of the creek stopped the fire with a tacit understanding before dawn, and the rest of the people gathered their energy and prepared for the decisive battle after dawn.

On the eastern horizon, a ray of golden light gushes out, when the first ray of sunlight illuminates the stream.

"Sas, give it!~" Sasaki Ayumi drew out his samurai sword.The shining samurai sword reflected the red sun in the east, and almost at the same time, a samurai sword also flashed from the other side of the stream: "Give it, Sas!"

Both sides of the quiet stream suddenly became lively, and the mortars flew into the sky, making a free-falling movement with a mournful howl. Rush toward the stream.

"Where is the mud?!" Sasaki was startled by the howls from the other side of the stream, his eyes widened, and he was stunned. When he came back to his senses, the two teams rushed to the middle of the stream, and pulled the trigger a while ago. , Shot empty the bullet in the chamber.

"Wow!" "Baga!" "Long live the Emperor!" People on both sides rushed together shouting the same slogan, bayonet against bayonet, fighting desperately, rolling in the icy cold stream.

Sasaki's heart suddenly felt as if he had stripped his clothes and thrown it into the ice cellar. With the chill in his heart, he shouted suddenly: "Stop! Stop!" He took out his pistol and shot into the air!

Two gunshots and hoarse shouts slowed down the fighting in the stream.

"What kind of work are you doing!?" Squadron leader Mao Liyuan also came back to his senses, and looked at the other party's clothes, which were the same as his own. The military uniform of the imperial army, and the weapons in his hands were also ordinary, and the other party was wrapped like a dumpling head The samurai sword held in the officer's hand seemed to be like a unit with him. Thinking of this, the squadron leader Mori Moto shuddered suddenly, and thought of a very terrible guess in his heart.

The opposing officer stared at Squadron Leader Mao Liyuan with red eyes, and said viciously: "I am the Squadron Leader of the Dacheng County Squadron of the Imperial Japanese Army!"

"Which mud?!" Squadron leader Sasaki shook his body and almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Obviously he got the worst answer.

"Baga! You Balu pretending to be the imperial army of the Great Japanese Empire, die." The squadron leader of Dacheng County ruthlessly knocked over a Japanese soldier next to him, and the battle continued just now. [

"No, we are also the imperial army of the Great Japanese Empire!" Mao Liyuan shouted with all his strength: "Stop, stop! We are our own people, we are Japanese, and the people of the Great Japanese Empire should not kill each other, ah..." The other party A few soldiers in Japanese military uniforms rushed forward, stabbed him with bayonets and picked out his intestines.

"Don't stop, kill me!" The squadron leader of Dacheng County fell into a frenzied killing. He fought all night and lost most of his subordinates.

It only takes a few seconds on the battlefield to decide the victory or defeat of life and death. Because the soldiers on the side of Mori Moto and Sasaki Ayuji lost command, they did not fight or did not fight. The opponent killed most of them, and they didn't even want prisoners.

Seeing the soldiers around him fall down one by one, Ayumi Sasaki lost his former composure with a bit of despair, raised his samurai sword in panic, and stammered repeatedly: "No, no, I am Japanese! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

The squadron leader of Oshiro County, holding a bloody samurai sword, waded across the stream and approached Sasaki Ayumi. His face was blood-stained and ferocious. He raised the samurai sword viciously and said through gritted teeth, "Hachi! Betrayed the Great Japanese Empire and surrendered to the Eighth Route Army!" Traitor! Go to hell and repent!"

A cold light fell, and Sasaki Ayumi's head rolled into the stream, and was washed downstream by the stream in a blink of an eye, and the entire stream was dyed bright red.

Squadron leader Sasaki didn't understand until his death why he showed his identity and the other party refused to let him go.

If you want to blame, you can only blame the [-]th District Team for being the only anti-Japanese armed force in the North China base that has retained the Japanese Eighth Route. There are too many people in the [-]th District Team who can speak fluent Japanese and are proficient in Japanese. Customs and history, even the Japanese can't tell which ones are borrowed by the Japanese and which ones are disguised by the martial arts team. The Japanese are sometimes suspicious among themselves, and they can't believe that the other party is really their own. They would rather kill a thousand by mistake. The principle of refusing to let go of one person has caused the trouble to kill each other and still don't know it.

A new batch of battle reports was handed over to the desk of Li Wei, the acting district captain. Li Wei picked up a battle report, glanced at it, and then smiled. The active actions of the third company made some Japanese and puppet troops outside the base area want to take advantage of the fire. Mobilized by the martial arts team of the third company, he honestly asked it to go east like a dog, but it didn't dare to go west. It was almost like a script, and several Japanese and puppet troops followed the steps. The opponent was Eight Routes, and they beat each other to the ground. This "dog eats dog plan!" seems to have been implemented quite successfully.

"Continue to inform, the dog-eat-dog plan will continue to be implemented, and continue to distract the Japanese and puppet troops on the outskirts of the base area." Li Wei issued the next order lightly. Although the third company is not responsible for the main combat mission, its role is no less than one. With an elite force, the "dog-eat-dog plan!" implemented by the third company bankrupted the "refueling tactics" of the North China Japanese Army Command's attempt to superimpose multiple echelons of troops.

The headquarters of the [-]th division almost started to deal with the main force of the Japanese army under the guerrilla cover of constant transfers and several nearby troops. Wang Bao, the captain of the [-]th division, who followed the headquarters, was like a rabbit on a hot pot, yes!It's a rabbit, not an ant. Ants can only crawl around in the pot, but the rabbit wants to jump out of the pot.

In the past few days, Wang Bao has almost become a non-staff member of the telegraph team of the regional headquarters. As soon as the radio station is set up, he will go to the radio station to inquire about the radio news of the [-]th district team.