Bring a system to fight against Japan

Chapter 223 The Battle of Dabie Mountains

Carrying the seriously injured comrade on his back, Wang Dahao led a guerrilla team of about [-] people, running through several streets and alleys in the dark, and the hula-la-la crowd came to the city wall. Climbing out, the cat ran to the hillside with a bent waist, disappeared into the woods.

The sound of the little devil's siren in the whole county, like thunder and thunder, buzzed Xiao Bansu.Crackling and crackling gunshots were like firecrackers, and the rumbling and thundering sound echoed in the county town. Households closed their doors, hid in clothes closets or climbed under the beds, and clapped their hands in fright. With ears closed and eyes closed, the body curled up into a ball trembling with fear.

Miko Yamamoto hid in the corner of the living room at home, hugging her legs with her hands and crying her nose and wiping her tears in fright, trembling and trembling her small body, not daring to move, recalling the man Wang Wenhao in her mind, grinning her lips and twitching her nose and crying...

"Mr. Wang, if you are by Miko's side, Miko won't be afraid." The sound of firecrackers crackling and gunfire outside the house slowly subsided, and Miko Yamamoto stood up trembling, and walked to the window step by step, crying His little face was gaudy, his eyes looked out of the house through the glass, the sky gradually brightened, he missed the man who had saved him twice, he sighed and whispered to himself...

"Well! It's been almost two months. I don't know how he is now. Is his injury healed? Is there any fate for us to meet again?"

Big green leather trucks of little devils drove into the city, followed by a Japanese major general in a green open jeep. Kimura Matsuro was holding a saber handle tightly in his palm, staring at him with big eyes and a stiff round face. The plate is expressionless, hundreds of little devils wear green steel helmets and round caps, carry boxy salute rolls and iron kettles hanging on their backs, bow their waists and hold guns and bayonets in both hands, the hula-la crowd walks through After crossing the whole street, we came to the courtyard of the Japanese Gendarmerie office building. Large green trucks were slowly parked side by side on the side of the road. The tall and thin figure of the devil officer stood in front of the front of the car, with his short and thick neck stretched out, yelling and commanding. , The little devil's team moved quickly to surround the courtyard and outside the courtyard, and set up road card fortifications in the nearby streets and alleys.

The green leather convertible jeep swayed into the courtyard and slowly stopped and turned off the engine. A devil soldier trotted over with his bowed legs, bowed and opened the door, then waved his hands to salute. Kimura Matsuro stepped off the car and walked forward Go, blow your beard and stare at the ground, there are corpses of little devils lying here and there, the blood flowing from the body has solidified into a blood shell, and the corpse of the captain of the Japanese Gendarmerie, Officer Shaozuo, is also lying on the ground cold superior.

On this side, the captains of the gendarmerie devils, each with their faces darkened by the thunder and fire, walked over boldly, stood upright, and waved their hands in salute. Kimura Matsuro turned around and walked up angrily. In the first few steps, he grinned and bared his teeth, raised his foot and kicked the trouser waists of a few little devils with all his strength, one after another the swaying figures leaned back, and fell to the ground with a plop...

"Bagaya Road! Your land is full of rubbish. You can't even guard the city gates, and you can't even keep your own officers. It is a disgrace to the imperial army of the Japanese Empire."

"Hey, hey..." The captains of the devils got up in panic and panic, and nodded their heads down vigorously.

Carrying the injured comrade on his back, Wang Dahao led more than 200 guerrillas, running and swaying, his figure crossed the entire mountain forest, passed through several fields, turned over several small hills, and bypassed one after another. The devil Luka, ran all the way here without any danger, from time to time he evaded the search of the mountain to sweep up the little devil's troops, and the hula-la crowd rushed into the village along the village trail, calling in the black doctor to treat his comrade's injuries, and took care of his physical injuries carefully. It gradually got better, and soldiers were sent to send the rescued comrades back to the organization.

This time, the Japanese armies, land and air armies, carried out the third comprehensive sweeping strategic attack on our safe anti-Japanese war zone and the Dabie Mountain area behind the enemy. The anti-Japanese troops suffered heavy casualties and fought alone. , Complete the important tasks handed over by the organization one by one, play the most critical role for the entire front-line anti-Japanese situation, and dig out the enemy's secret agents lurking in our party organization, code-named pigeons.

In mid-January 1939, the Japanese First Field Army carefully planned to clean up the intelligence system and completely disintegrated it.

At the beginning of July 1939, the General Headquarters of the Eighth Route Army in our Ping'an area adjusted its combat strategy in an all-round way. The headquarters was moved to the Dabie Mountains behind the enemy.

At the end of January 1940, the Japanese First Field Army carefully planned the fourth sweeping strategy in order to target the guerrilla operations of the Eighth Route Army.

All four divisions of the Japanese First Field Army were mobilized, and the entire army of [-] to [-] devils from the air and road armies set off to open a large net and launch a full-scale attack on the anti-Japanese areas behind the enemy lines on the front line of our army.

The General Command of our Eighth Route Military Region made timely anti-combat strategies against the enemy, and transferred a new regiment and an independent regiment from the safe area on the front line. The two main regiments were stationed behind the enemy to deal with the deployment. Block the enemy a few miles away, and buy time for the military headquarters to transfer and evacuate safely.

The guerrilla brigade has six sub-units, more than 500 people in several long lines, and the hula-la crowd is walking in the mountains and forests. They all wear black and gray coarse cotton-padded jackets and jackets, and wear cotton hats with big dog skin ears on their heads. He opened, carrying the weapon and ammunition box with both hands with the barrel of the gun on his back, his feet creaked in the snow shell, and walked over, leaving a row of messy footprints.

Wang Dahao was wearing cotton-padded clothes of the Eighth Route Army, with a cotton cap with big ears on his head, his round melon face was purple, red and swollen from the cold, and he was carrying a [-]-cap rifle, walking in the middle of the line, grinning and baring his teeth I'm not in a good mood...

"Our guerrilla team stayed in the Dabie Mountains base area and stayed well. Suddenly, the Xinyi regiment was transferred from the front line to Dabie Mountains to fight, and our brothers were sent to fight sniper warfare elsewhere. My mother spent more than a year to save the family. They were all picked up in vain by Xinyituan."

"Hmm! I'm so fucking hurt in my heart! After this battle is over, the Xinyi Regiment has to replenish our guerrillas with some equipment, or we'll suffer a lot."

"Captain, please calm down and stop cursing your mother. This is an order from the general headquarters of the military region. Besides, we can't defend the Dabie Mountains. We have to let the main force of the Eighth Route Army go to the hard bone of the Bantian United Brigade!"

"Your words are becoming less and less pleasant to listen to, mother. Destroy your prestige to cheer up others. The Xinyi Regiment can stop the Bantian United Brigade, and our guerrilla brothers can do it too."

"Captain, let's hurry up! When we arrive at the designated combat position, let's set up a pot and cook to fill our stomachs first."

"Damn, you are a big eater, you know how to eat all day long."

(End of this chapter)