There were gunshots and explosions thousands of meters away. Naturally, this was not good news for Shen Laoliu and Utsunomiya, who were still confronting each other by the river.
"Youxi! I know that there can never be only one Chinese, so maybe we can know more things." Utsunomiya listened intently to the unique gunshots belonging to the 38-year-old Gai 'Pagouer', and his expression changed.
From ugly to calm.
No matter what the battle situation is, as a commander, he must stabilize the morale of the military. This is the basic quality of a commander.
Therefore, when the gunfire and explosions stopped and only the gunfire on the frontal battlefield remained, Utsunomiya and the remaining 50 or so Japanese soldiers did not think much and only thought that their colleagues had defeated the enemy who blocked them.
There is nothing wrong with thinking like this. After all, with two infantry squads and a wolf and green dog, even if the Chinese had an infantry company, they would not be able to kill them all in such a short period of time.
A thousand meters away that they could not see, Mingxin's big sword that had killed thirty people had been sheathed. She lowered her head and pulled out her willow-leaf sharp knife from the corpses of the wolf green dog and the Japanese army, and looked at it with regret.
Looking at the blood-stained shell gun, it was obvious that it had been damaged, and then he retreated without any hesitation.
"Good, Mingxin, you are the sixth man. I need you to help me. If you don't inform the captain and the others, my two lives will be wasted." Shen Lao Liuyi heard the gunfire from the flank.
While leaning against the embankment on the shore, breathing heavily, he complained angrily.
But perhaps, only Shen Laoliu himself knows how warm he is in his heart.
No one wants to be abandoned by his comrades, not even Shen Laoliu, who is determined to die, is not an exception, but his reason tells him that it is really difficult for the two of them to withstand this group of Japanese troops for long.
In fact, there were too many Japanese troops, more than 90 of them, and half of the eight magazines he carried were empty.
Soon, the gunfire stopped.
Shen Laoliu suddenly felt sad in his heart!
As a veteran, he could of course analyze the changes in the Japanese army's strength from the firepower. There were at least twenty or thirty Japanese soldiers bypassing the left wing.
Ming Xinqiang is fighting with cold weapons. In this kind of field battle situation against twenty or thirty Japanese soldiers, who cares about the result?
"I said you were Lao Liu, but I was wrong. Your son is a fool! Next door to Mala, you fool, you have a spirit in heaven. Let me kill a few more little devils for you to take revenge." Shen Lao Liu felt sad for a moment.
From the moment I woke up, tears were streaming down my face.
Originally he was thinking about how to escape, but now he is just desperate. He has 40 bullets left. He can kill at least 10 Japanese soldiers. Plus he has two grenades on him. What can I say?
They can make enough money for the "Old Six" combination without embarrassing the special squadron.
"Brother Six, who are you calling Lao Liu?" A hand quietly patted the shoulder of Shen Lao Liu, who was turning over and aiming at the opposite side, preparing to shoot.
Shen Laoliu's body stiffened suddenly.
Although most of his mind is on the other side of the river, he is actually wary of his surroundings. This is the basic quality of a veteran. To be touched by someone like this and even patted on the shoulder is simply shocking.
The impossible.
Of course, what made Shen Laoliu's body stiffen was not because he made a fatal mistake, but because of that voice.
That is the voice of Mingxin.
Surprised, he turned his head, and saw that that indifferent face, who could it be if it wasn't Ming Xin's 'old six'.
"Is your baby a ghost or a human? If it's a ghost, don't scare your sixth brother. Go to the other side and scare the devils. Let me kill a few more to avenge your baby." Shen Laoliu asked subconsciously.
"You're the devil, you're such a crybaby. Look at your tears, your face is almost washed clean." Mingxin replied angrily. "Also, you just called me a fool, I
But I heard it!"
"Damn it, it's really hot, a big living person, that's great. You hurry up and inform people. As long as the Japanese don't dare to go around easily, I won't have any problem holding them back for another half hour. Remember to use your shell gun.
Leave it to me." Hearing what Ming Xin said, Shen Laoliu reached out and shook Ming Xin's hand to make sure Ming Xin was a human or not a ghost, and immediately grinned with joy.
"The gun was thrown out as a concealed weapon and it's gone!" Ming Xin spread her hands and replied regretfully.
"You're a prodigal son. If that old chief of staff finds out, you'll definitely have to complain about it." Shen Laoliu twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and asked subconsciously. "How many little devils are here? Kill a few of them and scare them away.
Already."
"Let me do the math!" Mingxin smiled slightly. "There seemed to be about 30 of them, and there was also a wolf dog, but they didn't run away, they were all dead."
"What?" Shen Laoliu blinked and was suddenly stunned.
"I said, 30 Japanese and one dog are all dead." Mingxin nodded firmly. "Even if there are still some who are still alive, they will only be half-breathed at most. If they are frozen again, they should be frozen by now."
It’s almost hard, who told them not to even wear pants!”
"Ahem!" Shen Laoliu almost lost his breath and started coughing crazily.
Mingxin quickly pulled the old man, and the two of them bent down and ran under the embankment.
Shen Laoliu's movement is clearly pointing out the target for the Japanese. What is it if it's not Lao Liu?
Sure enough, within 30 seconds, several consecutive rounds of grenades exploded where the two were staying.
Even though he is so old, Shen Laoliu still asked Mingxin with bulging eyes, "Are you sure there are 30 Japanese and not 3?"
It is true that Ming Xin didn't learn arithmetic in school, it was taught by his master, but he would never make such low-level mistakes, and Shen Laoliu also understood this.
But how did one person win against 30 people? Shen Laoliu couldn't figure it out even if he wanted to break his scalp.
Could it be that those were 30 pigs? But that is definitely not a scolding of the Japanese, but a scolding of ourselves. It is a scolding of all Chinese people. You know, it was only hundreds of thousands of Japanese who forced millions of troops into such a situation.
, they are all pigs, so who do you think you are? Are you stupider than a pig? Shen Laoliu would never deny himself like this.
But no matter how hard Shen Laoliu couldn't figure it out, he never doubted Ming Xin, not because of the strong smell of blood on Ming Xin's body, but because no matter how rookie he was, he was still a comrade-in-arms.
On the battlefield, you must have unconditional trust in your comrades. This is one of the rules for a soldier to survive on the battlefield.
"You killed 30 Japanese soldiers, that means" Shen Laoliu began to count the strength of the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side with his fingers.
After several consecutive rounds of shooting, he had killed at least four more Japanese infantrymen. The Japanese army really wanted to oppress him so much that they even attempted to cross the river regardless of the danger. Naturally, he accepted the gift without hesitation.
Including the few people killed earlier, the strength of the Japanese army was reduced sharply to about 60 people. Although there was still a huge disparity in strength, compared with before, it had improved a lot.
"Look over there." Ming Xinxu squinted and looked at the distant sky.
There was a red object floating vaguely in the sky, at least four kilometers away. Without pointing the scope at the sky, Shen Laoliu opened his mouth again.
There was no need for them to report the news manually. Their comrades in the special squadron already knew that they had encountered the enemy. This red 'lantern' floating in the sky was the highest warning signal they sent.
Of course, this is not a red lantern, but a 'remote communication' developed by Tang Dao for the special squadron.
The role of the special forces is to be the eyes of the entire army and quickly report back to the command headquarters what the commander cannot see. However, in this era, there is no portable wireless communication. It is obviously unrealistic for each special forces team to carry a field radio.
Special forces rely on signal flares to communicate. If they are near the enemy battlefield, it will undoubtedly be suicide communication.
As early as the Battle of Guangde, Tang Dao had already considered how the special forces could communicate warnings over a distance of several kilometers, and got inspiration from the 'Kongming Lantern' developed long ago by the Chinese ancestors.
This thing rose into the sky silently. Except for my own people, even the Japanese didn't know what it meant when they saw it.
Moreover, it takes time to raise the sky lantern. Even if the Japanese sense that something is wrong and pursue them, the rookie special forces will run away, which is much safer than using a signal flare.
Tang Dao handed over the task of developing high-altitude signal lights to Teacher Xiao He. The 'Kongming Lantern', which was originally supported by theoretical basis, was no problem for a top student in the Department of Physics like Teacher Xiao He. The difficulty was just what kind of fuel was used to make the gauze made.
The completed Kongming Lantern can rise quickly and self-destruct at a certain height.
It took less than half a month, and after continuous adjustments based on feedback from Gu Xishui and others during actual use, Mr. Xiao He developed a high-altitude signal light in two colors: 'yellow' and 'red'.
The yellow light means that an enemy is approaching, and the red light means that the enemy has been approached. There are many enemy troops and they need support. If two lights go up, it means evacuation.
Moreover, when this 'signal light' rises to an altitude of about 150 meters, it will ignite a fire starter and ignite the gauze used as a lampshade to burn it. Unless the Japanese army pays special attention to the altitude, they will not notice that the Chinese soldiers will use this for communication in a short period of time.
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Ming Xin and Shen Laoliu saw only one red signal light that had risen to 150 meters and was starting to burn itself. It was obvious that their companions knew about their danger and were notifying various groups in the area.
However, it is not about evacuating, but telling them to come here.
As for how they learned about it, that was not something Ming Xin and Shen Laoliu had to consider.
Speaking of which, things in this world were already determined with just one drink and one peck. Gu Xishui, who was sending out the highest warning signal several kilometers away, could know that Ming Xin and Shen Laoliu had encountered the enemy, and he had to rely on those people to escape from the battlefield.
of ordinary people.
This group of people who were lucky enough to survive the gunfire of the Japanese army ran all the way to the Yellow River. Their desire to survive made their potential explode. However, Shen Laoliu and Ming Xin fought for 20 minutes, which was actually only enough for them to stay no more than two kilometers away from the battlefield.
Fortunately, they met a convoy. They heard that a group of hundreds of Japanese soldiers had come up by the Bi River. Several Chinese soldiers were desperately resisting. The thin businessman who was following the convoy pulled a dozen Chinese people and beat them hard.
The horse ran away.
Everyone along the way yelled that the Japanese were coming. Gu Xishui naturally heard this and stopped the convoy with a gun in hand to ask the truth.
Although more than a dozen ordinary people could not tell how many Japanese troops arrived on the banks of the Bi River, Gu Xishui knew Shen Laoliu, a veteran. If the Japanese had a large force that was outnumbered, he would have run away long ago. How could he carry them?
Can one gun stop the Japanese from crossing the river?
The reason why veterans live longer than recruits is not because they are better at dodging guns and cannons, but because they judge the battlefield situation and know when to fight and when not to fight. They will not risk their lives unless it is absolutely necessary.
And the people said that they had all run away a long way, and the gunshots by the river hadn't stopped yet, which confirmed Gu Xishui's conjecture that no matter how many Japanese there were, there would never be more than 200 people.
As for his special squadron, it was all elite. There were forty or fifty people in this area. Even if they couldn't kill them all, they could at least save Ming Xin and Shen Laoliu would have no problem getting out of trouble.
Therefore, Gu Xishui made a prompt decision. While using the field radio he carried to notify the regiment headquarters that he had discovered the Japanese vanguard unit, he also used the "signal light" to notify the reconnaissance groups to move closer quickly.
"Captain Gu and the others are aware of the situation here. They are greeting the brothers. Ming Laoliu, no, Ming Shashen, do we still want to continue to fight these Japanese devils?" Shen Laoliu asked Mingxin with a smile.
Facing this colleague who liked to give people random nicknames, Mingxin rolled her eyes angrily, "What do you think?"
"Okay, leave the frontal enemies to me, and I promise to keep them in a state of lust, but I'll leave the side ones to you. If they dare to sneak across the river, you can hack them to death." Shen Laoliu's moment was simply legendary.
The common man among them.
He looks so ordinary that he doesn't seek any practical skills, but he is extremely confident.
That's for sure, no matter who has a companion who can kill 30 Japanese soldiers by himself, he must be confident!
And for Mingxin, who was originally confident and took slaying demons as his own duty, it was even less of a problem. If he hadn't thought about Gu Xishui calling for support, Mingxin would have wanted to sneak to the other side of the river and kill that person.
Ticket the devils, lest they smell the smell and run away.
Fortunately, Mingxin is just confident and not arrogant. The Japanese troops on the other side of the river are not the 30 Japanese troops who froze to death after crossing the river. Their formation is more open, and they are located on the river beach, and the grass is far less dense than on this bank.
It's so lush and has enough troops.
Don't make a careless move, and you will be killed instead of killing someone. You will never make such a stupid mistake.
The two Chinese special forces chose delaying tactics, but for Utsunomiya, it was a torment.
More than half an hour passed, and the Chinese on the opposite side were still shifting positions like clever but poisonous monkeys to maintain their lethality. The situation he expected to outflank the Chinese's retreat never appeared.
"Damn it, what are those idiots doing?" Utsunomiya scolded his subordinates anxiously on the battlefield.
An order from the regiment headquarters had been sent, asking his search team to find an opportunity to cross the Bihe River to continue reconnaissance of the enemy. Because the main force of the regiment encountered a large number of Chinese troops who were defeated and encountered stubborn resistance, they could only temporarily stop and attack the defeated troops.
They are attacking the villages where they are entrenched and are expected to arrive in their area tomorrow morning.
Looking at the sky, Utsunomiya was even more helpless. He knew that this should be the most optimistic time for the captain.
The Chinese rout that can stop an infantry regiment and destroy it requires at least one infantry regiment. The Chinese do not have many heavy firearms, but to completely defeat a position defended by more than 2,000 people cannot be solved in one or two hours.
, not to mention a trapped beast still fighting.
In order to ensure the physical strength of the soldiers, they usually do not march at night. The distance of 15 kilometers will take more than two hours even if they are forced to march. It will be good if the regiment can arrive before 8:30 tomorrow morning.
As for reconnaissance across the river, reconnaissance was nothing! Just a few Chinese people blocked nearly a hundred of them by the river, making it difficult for them to move forward.
Thinking of this, the Japanese Army Captain felt even more melancholy. If anyone spreads the story of today's battle in the future, let alone being transferred from the wing headquarters to the infantry squadron to serve as a captain, he would be kicked out of the baggage corps.
, it’s all the result of your Excellency, the captain of the team, taking a fancy to your ass.
"Baga! Send another group of people to see what those idiots are doing, and tell them that unless the Chinese are captured alive, the two commanders, Aso and Ono, will be dismissed on the spot." The melancholy Japanese army captain issued the most wrong decision in his life.
A military order.
Not only did the search team under his command have no intention of leaving, they also sent five more people to cross the river where the Japanese army had crossed.
31 Japanese soldiers plus a dog are not enough, let alone only 5 people.
Mingxin, who had been paying attention to them, once again started his killing mode. This time it was obviously easier. Thinking that the Japanese soldiers with their companions were not even on guard, the five fools took off their clothes and went into the river. As soon as they reached the shore,
Before he could even put down the clothes and rifle in his hands, Mingxin's willow-leaf sharp knife killed two of them.
The remaining ones only had time to pick up the rifles in their hands before they had to face Mingxin's terrifying double-edged sword.
There is no need to elaborate on the results. Except for one Japanese soldier who refused to accept his fate and shot a dead grass, Mingxin chopped three Japanese soldiers to death with his sword like he was chopping melons and vegetables.
The strong smell of blood once again accompanied the Chinese winter wind and dissipated in the wilderness.
By the time the Japanese Army Captain finally realized something was wrong, he no longer had any expectations for the more than 30 colleagues he sent to bypass the Chinese, and made up his mind to withdraw from this strange battlefield, it was already an hour later.
That's really too late.
Two hours have passed since Gu Xishui received the message.
Although the soldiers of the special operations squadron are not yet comparable to those of the future, it only takes 25 minutes for them to march five kilometers in full force. Two hours is enough time for the special forces soldiers who are 10 kilometers away to arrive and take a breather.
Gu Xishui led at least 20 special forces across the Bihe River from two directions and surrounded them.
With more than 20 people to surround more than 50 Japanese troops, I am afraid that only the Fourth Army Regiment, or more specifically the special squadron of the Fourth Army Regiment, had the confidence to do so.
Because they are the elite among the elite of the Four Elements Regiment, and they are the sharpest swords of the Four Elements Regiment. If they can't do it, no one can.
This was the decision Gu Xishui made immediately after he arrived and learned from Shen Laoliu that there were still more than 50 Japanese troops at most.
Since the Japanese were so tenacious in delivering food, the special squadron ate the dish without leaving a single bite.
The top shooter Niu Er is not here, but Heizi, Lu Zhongda and others are all there.
The 23 special forces have at least 4 grenades and 18 semi-automatic rifles, because Heizi is the only one who does not need a semi-automatic rifle.
He was holding the most powerful machine gun in the Four Lines Regiment - MG34, with 500 rounds of ammunition.
This chapter has been completed!