Three hours later, Lin Cunzhong led his men to the periphery of Huangcheng Town. At this time, the crescent moon in the west had already sunk. The sky and the earth were pitch black. According to information, Yujiabao has now become the enemy's garrison. Usually A small team of Japanese soldiers and a squadron of puppet troops defended. Now it may be less than half. And a few of the original Yu family servants who came with the team were able to act as guides.

After a brief rest, the troops began to unfold. Lin Cunzhong suppressed all his troops and tried to resolve the battle as quickly as possible.

With a loud "boom." A large ball of fire flashed out from Yujiabao. Then, grenades followed one by one. The explosion of red light flashed like thunder and lightning in the rain. The sound of gunfire was endless. It sounded like firecrackers during the New Year.

The defenders in the town now only have more than a hundred puppet troops and one squad of Japanese devils. The defense is quite lax. When the puppet army sentries at the door were frightened by several vicious imperial troops who suddenly emerged, the soldiers easily rushed in. After Yujiabao, he rushed straight into the house where the enemy lived. He smashed the grenades. Most of the enemies were still sleeping and saw the King of Hell with bare butts. Only a few Japanese and a dozen puppet troops fled in panic He entered a room and fought dyingly.

"Damn it, didn't you say that when you shout, they would come out? Why did the bullets come out?" Liang Moqing pointed a pistol at the head of a puppet army officer and cursed hatefully.

The puppet army officer stammered and replied: "I guess there is an 'Imperial Army' in it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Sanmao rushed over kicked him in the butt and shouted: "Damn it, I'll give you the call of the Imperial Army. Now you go in and block the bullets and kill you, a traitor. . ""

Another puppet army next to him hurriedly grabbed the conversation and said, "There are probably a few Japanese devils inside. Only when they die will our brothers dare to come out."

"I can't wait anymore. Use fire to burn it." Zhang Sanmao stared at him. "Who brought that mortise bottle? Throw it in and burned it to death."

"This. Isn't this the commander's home? It's not suitable." Liang Moqing said hesitantly.

"It's okay. The third master said. Keep the good house for the Japanese devils to live in. I get angry when I think about it. It's better to burn it clean." As he said that, Zhang Sanmao snatched the moor bottle from the warrior and lit it. He raised his hand and slammed the door. With a thud of the glass bottle, the flames started to burn.

"So shout. Tell them. Kill all the Japanese to come out. Otherwise, they will be killed." Liang Moqing kicked the puppet army on the ground and scolded loudly.

Another mobilizer was thrown to the window. The flames became stronger and stronger with the wind. In an instant, they licked the roof. The red flames dyed the night sky red. The enemies in the house screamed in panic.

After being forced to a dead end, the Japanese and puppet soldiers hid in the house, and the Japanese and puppet soldiers in the corner each made small plans. The Japanese resisted desperately, cursing wildly while increasing the shooting frequency; while the puppet soldiers almost all had the same idea. .You can't lose your life for the Japanese. With the outside of persuading surrender, the puppet soldiers began to stare at the Japanese. The puppet soldiers quickly used their eyes to secretly connect their subordinates to prepare for "anyway."

When the door fell down with flames, the puppet army officers did not dare to hesitate any more. He shouted. He commanded several puppet soldiers to almost show their power together. He shot and killed several Japanese with a rifle. The clothes were covered with fire on their heads and rushed out. Behind the puppet soldiers were the despair and angry roars of the Japanese and a few chasing bullets.

"How do you set fire? If it spreads, how do you explain to the commander?" Lin Cunzhong ran over with several guards and blamed him.

"It's okay. It's okay. The third master is going to be angry. Let him kick me." Zhang Sanmao laughed. "Chief of Staff. Listen. The Japanese are still singing until they die."

Lin Cunzhong listened intently. Sure enough, accompanied by the crackling sound of fire, the dying Japanese were indeed singing Jun Zhidai.

"Damn it. It's a good bastard who never repents." Lin Cunzhong spat on the ground and explained uneasyly: "Control the fire. If necessary, blow down the wall with a grenade to form an isolation belt."

The gunshots and explosions in the town gradually stopped. At this time, the east had already revealed a hazy morning.

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The same crescent moon in the west, the same hazy moonlight, sweeping enemies, especially those on the west road, but there is no happy mood to enjoy the scenery.

Night is the paradise for the attackers. The moon is the moon for the Chinese. After nightfall, the Japanese and puppet troops felt the pressure suddenly increased. The attackers' cold guns kept compressing towards them from all directions. And the number of people was also constantly Added. Grenade launchers and mortars were even used.

The Japanese squadron leader Tada sat on a large bluestone. He was upset at the intermittent gunfire around him. He hated such a war because he could not display his power at all. He was simply ashamed of the "Imperial Army". Make meritorious achievements on the battlefield, but you have to get entangled with a group of bandits in this poor mountain valley.

He lit a cigarette, sucked only half of it, and threw it on the ground impatiently. If the Shiqiao Commander had not repeatedly emphasized that the troops should not be divided easily and the enemies should not be pursued relentlessly at night. He would have sent troops into the mountains long ago to find the damn one. The bandits fought to the decisive battle.

"The intelligence work is too bad. There is always no exact information. I can't find a commoner." Tada took off his military cap in depressed mood and scratched his head.

"Your Excellency, there is a situation." A staff officer came over and reported: "Look at the mountain, the enemy seems to be carrying out a large-scale movement."

Tada was shocked and hurriedly stood on the big bluestone. He raised his telescope and looked into the mountains.

The flames appeared and disappeared on the mountain, like a long dragon slowly moving to the north. It is estimated that a team of hundreds of people were marching at night on torches.

"Is this. Is it going to jump out and rush to our rear?" Tada asked in confusion.

"I guess I want to take advantage of the empty troops in our rear, and make a long-distance raid, forcing us to withdraw, or pretend to deceive our army." The staff officer guessed.

Tada glared at the staff officer with dissatisfaction. He said it the same as not saying it. He took all the reasons. He just couldn't draw an accurate conclusion.

"Report the situation to Lord Ishiqiao immediately. Our troops plan to divide into two groups. One way is to move in parallel with the enemy. All way to enter the mountainous area. Follow the road to chase. Look for an opportunity to fight the enemy. Please make a decision quickly." Tada pondered. Let’s dictate the order. “Order each department to prepare for the deportation.”
Chapter completed!