Bring a system to fight against Japan

Chapter 177
In the first ten days of July 1938, within half a month after the establishment of the Anti-Japanese Branch of the Eighth Route Army in the enemy's rear, we rapidly expanded and strengthened our troops and launched a series of guerrilla operations against the enemy's rear. Train tracks, ambush transport vehicles, etc. seized a large amount of supplies, and the guerrilla echelon fighters walked around without a trace after fighting, like a sharp-edged sword wandering in the heart of the enemy, stabbing in from time to time and poking out a few bloody holes. After winning the enemy, the little devils turned around and turned into a mess, making the enemy terrified and unable to eat and sleep well. They were always on guard against being attacked. The Japanese garrison troops shrank back to the team and clenched their fists to defend.

At this time, the Japanese First Field Army is planning a larger conspiracy, implementing the third sweeping operation plan, and at the same time attacking our underground intelligence stations from the inside to the outside. .

In mid-July 1938, the four divisions of the Japanese First Field Army, the two divisions of the Japanese Security Department, and the gendarmerie units stationed in various cities and towns assembled [-] to [-] little devils in a carpet-like sweep, comprehensively sweeping the front lines and behind the enemy lines. The anti-Japanese teams formed layers of encirclement circles and launched fierce attacks.

Over the Dabie Mountains, enemy bombers flew back and forth, and the cannons fell down and plunged into the soil layer and exploded in flames. There was a loud noise, and it was so shocking that there was a stream of water shaking back and forth in his head, buzzing and buzzing, and his vision began to blur and double images appeared.

The surrounding area on the whole mountain was almost blown into a hornet's nest by the devil's shells. Everywhere half a meter deep bomb pits rolled up billowing black smoke, and dozens of square wooden houses were erected on the top of the mountain. When it fell, it exploded into ruins. The broken and charred wooden plates collapsed to a height of several meters, scattered from mid-air, and ignited raging flames.

Wang Dahao stretched out a pair of black clay palms from the mound of soil, and slowly crawled out. Just as he shook the dust on his body a few times, a cannon exploded a few meters away, kicking up a layer of mud and stones and falling down. The body is buried in the soil.

Wang Dahao's eyelids were narrowed into a slit, his teeth were grinning and he was panting heavily, and he crawled out from under the ruins of the soil layer, his dusty face was blackened by the gunfire, and he spit out a few mouthfuls of black soil. He stared wide-eyed and looked up at the sky. When Devil bombers flew over, they dropped their cannons and exploded, and the surrounding artillery fire flew into the sky. He didn't know why the little devil suddenly launched an air attack on Dabie Mountain. At this moment, there was no time to think about it. Dong Yao Xi Huang's figure was running and bouncing back and forth to avoid falling shells, and shouted loudly...

"Brothers, hurry up and jump into the trenches, and pay attention to avoiding the enemy's air attack..." Hundreds of people ran in the smoke of gunfire with their waists and guns in their hands, and their figures swayed to and fro, following the ground to cause mud avalanches and flying falls Falling sacrifices, one after another quickly jumped into the one-meter-deep trench, plopped on the mound of soil, and the scattered soil covered the body layer after layer...

"Boom..." It took more than half an hour for the bombing of the enemy planes to stop. Qiao Hei got out of the soil one by one due to the gunfire. Huo Feng Huo Huo ran up and shouted...

"Captain, there is a troop of little devils attacking at the foot of the mountain. Sun Xiaoniu and his guard brothers are guarding the trenches under the hillside to stop the little devils from rushing up."

Wang Dahao, with a dusty face and a gun in his hand, crawled out of the trench pit one meter deep, grinning and yelling...

"Fucking little devil!"

"Brothers, be quick with your hands and feet. Hurry up and take out the guys to prepare for battle. The teams are separated and guarded in the trenches on three sides of the mountain. Ding Mimu leads the brothers of the reconnaissance team to follow me to support Sun Xiaoniu and the others at the foot of the mountain. Hurry up as a whole. The little devil will kill you..."

"It's the captain..." Hundreds of people answered in unison, and one after another, they crawled out of the trench, moved quickly, and brought up a heavy machine gun, a light machine gun, a mortar weapon, and an ammunition box from the back mountain. The hula-la crowd scattered, jumped into the trenches on three sides, set up machine guns and prepared to fight.

Wang Dahao led dozens of people from the reconnaissance team to run down from the mountain to support them. They strode forward with strides, running and swaying. Their figures jumped into the pits and set up their guns, pointing their muzzles towards them. The little devil shot continuously, and the bullets flew straight into the devil's face and chest, and the bang bang pierced through the body, bleeding, and one by one fell to the ground...

"Da da da..." The little devils shot up densely in the woods under the hillside. There must be as many devils as a joint brigade. More than 3000 little devils surrounded the entire Dabie Mountain and launched a fierce attack from three sides.

Wang Dahao hid in the pit of the trench with the barrel of a gun, and was dumbfounded to see the waves of little devils rushing up...

"Where the hell are there so many little devils!"

In the woods under the hillside, there are little devils with heavy machine gun firepower, and they shoot towards the mound of trenches on the slope in a frenzy. Rows of bullets shoot through the branches side by side, and the bullets fly into the top of the head In the soil layer, there was a bang, bang, muffled sound, and the soil collapsed, smoking and puffing, and rushed up to the left and right sides of the devil crowd. A pair of light machine guns opened fire, and bullets hit the top of the head, hitting the guns in the trenches. Soldiers, one by one, lay down on the mound with their bodies pressed against the barrel of their guns and sacrificed.

The bullets flew from both sides, and the grenades were thrown down from the hillside, and fell around the feet of the crowd of little devils rushing up. The figure collapsed to the ground, and the sound of thunder and thunder echoed in my ears...

Dozens of mortars lined up on the hillside, fired in unison with a swishing arc across the air, fell around the trench and exploded the flames, kicking up a layer of charred soil on the ground...

"Captain, we can't stand it anymore!"

"Little son of a bitch, brothers, follow the old man and retreat to the mountain to guard." Dozens of people climbed out of the pit, swaying to and fro, running and bouncing back and forth, dodging the marbles flying behind them, turning their heads Hitting back for cover while running towards the top of the hill...

"Da da da..." Waves of little devils rushed up to the crowd, wearing green steel helmets with big ears and round caps, carrying square luggage rolls, hunched over their waists and galloping with short legs, with guns and bayonets in their hands, holding tight Followed behind the buttocks and fired in pursuit, the flying bullets hit like raindrops, the retreating soldiers were hit on the back with blood, fell down and sacrificed, and the cannonballs fell from midair and pierced into the soil and exploded into flames , Dusty and black smoke everywhere...

(End of this chapter)