"Watch your steps, the Eighth Route Army has set up booby traps in the woods..." The team leader was afraid that one of his subordinates would be attacked again, so he hurriedly reminded him.
"Boom boom..."
It turned out to be a step too late.
Two more explosions were heard in the forest more than ten meters away, and black smoke rose into the sky. One of the two subordinates walking next to the explosion point was dead and injured and fell to the ground. Although the surviving subordinate could still breathe, one of his legs was blown into pieces.
Two limbs, even if they survive in the end, they will be amputated and completely lose their combat effectiveness.
The expression on the squad leader's face became more solemn, and he shouted to the surrounding subordinates again: "Pay attention to your steps, and make sure there are no booby traps before moving forward..."
"Don't wander around when marching. It's best to follow the soldiers in front..."
"ah……"
A scream suddenly sounded in the middle of the team, and then a soldier was seen falling in the middle of the team, holding his right foot and screaming on the ground.
The squad leader hurried over and saw that a bullet had made a big hole in his foot. Blood was pouring out as if for free, and the rubber shoes were instantly dyed red.
Just now, no gunshots were heard in the surroundings, but the foot of his subordinate was indeed hit by a bullet. The team leader was confused again, and his mind was filled with questions.
Staring at a pair of angry eyes, he asked the screaming subordinates: "Shut up..."
"Isn't it just a gunshot wound? What is it called? Don't forget that you are the most elite Kwantung Army soldier in the Japanese Empire..."
"Tell me right away..."
"What's the matter with the injury on your foot?"
"A humble job..." The soldier gritted his teeth to endure the bone-chilling pain that kept coming from his feet, and answered bravely...
"In this humble position, I strictly carry out the captain's military orders and make sure there are no booby traps on the ground before moving forward..."
"While walking, there was a sudden sound under my feet, and then my feet were shot through by bullets..."
The team leader quickly squatted down and peeled away the leaves on the ground. A thin bamboo tube that was emitting white smoke suddenly appeared in front of him.
Pulling out the bamboo tube, the captain quickly found the bullets and nails hidden in the bamboo tube. At the same time, he also understood how the Eighth Route Army used bullets to pierce the feet of his subordinates without starting a robbery.
He took a breath and sighed: "What a cunning Eighth Route Army..."
"A bamboo tube and a nail can be made into a simple firing device that can produce bullets..."
"Although the air tightness of the bamboo tube is not good and the power of the fired warhead is limited, as long as it can penetrate the soldier's feet, we will have one more wounded person who cannot march."
"It can not only weaken our combat effectiveness, but also slow down the troops' marching speed, killing two birds with one stone..."
"And this kind of firing device is very simple and can be deployed in large numbers in the forest to slow down our outflanking of their ambush troops..."
Having said this, the angry expression on the squad leader's face has been replaced by solemnity.
After receiving the order to attack, the infantry squad he led had not yet fought against the Eighth Route Army. The booby traps and simple launchers alone caused heavy losses to the troops, killing three and injuring five.
And this place is still several hundred meters away from the battlefield, and it's all covered in dense forests, with thick leaves and shrubs covering the ground below.
If the Eighth Route Army has booby traps and launching devices all over the front, no matter how vigilant the troops are, there will be times when they stumble.
Maybe more than half of the entire infantry squad will be killed or wounded before they even reach the battlefield.
more importantly.
After the troops became vigilant, their marching speed slowed down significantly, and the forward troops only had one reinforced squadron. I wonder if they could hold on until they could fight through.
The same confusion appeared in every outflanking force of the Kwantung Army.
Although the Kwantung Army along the mountain road to reinforce the battlefield was not troubled by booby traps, the Eighth Route Army directly used mortars to blast an artillery fire isolation zone directly in front of them.
If you want to reinforce the battlefield, you must rush through this artillery fire isolation zone against the rain of shells.
As a result, the Third Battalion, commanded by the wing commander himself, was also blocked in the middle of the road, unable to immediately reinforce the forward squadron.
When they finally reached the battlefield, the battle was over.
The mountain road was filled with corpses of former comrades. All the weapons and ammunition on the corpses were taken away by the Eighth Route Army, leaving no one alive.
"Captain... the Eighth Route Army escaped through the forest, instead of taking the mountain road..." The squadron leader of the reconnaissance team panted and rushed to the commander, pointing in the direction of the Eighth Route Army's retreat and reporting.
"Judging from the traces of fire they left on the battlefield, the Eighth Route Army that just attacked our forward squadron has at least 500 people, equipped with six heavy machine guns, six mortars, more than 20 light machine guns, and a large number of grenades.
The firepower is very powerful..."
The chief of staff of the wing on the side immediately asked: "Sir, do we want to pursue..."
The captain stared at the more than two hundred corpses on the mountain road, his eyes red, like a powder keg that could explode at any time, and ordered loudly: "Of course we must pursue..."
"The Eighth Route Army devoured one of our reinforced squadrons right under our noses. This was a slap in the face to our regiment."
"It's unbearable..."
"The Eighth Route Army can drill through the forest, and so can we..."
"There are only more than 500 of them. After our losses, we still have nearly 3,000 people. No matter how hard it is, I will wipe them out in the woods."
"Leave a squadron to take care of the wounded, clear the battlefield, and protect the regiment's extra weapons and ammunition..."
"Others follow me into the mountains..."
"The Eighth Route Army has just finished the battle. It will definitely not be able to move fast with a large amount of trophies and wounded soldiers..."
"It's hard to catch their tail in the mountains. I can't lose them this time no matter what."
…………
In the woods a few hundred meters away,
Duan Peng was leading a battalion of troops to retreat quickly along the planned route.
It was him who pulled out the tiger's teeth just now.
In addition to eating the Japanese forward squadron, the main purpose was to anger the Kwantung Army.
Taking advantage of the fact that they don't understand guerrilla warfare and have never fought mobile warfare or guerrilla warfare with the Eighth Route Army in the mountains, introduce them into the woods and try to drag the fat ones down and drag them down to death.
By the time the Kwantung Army came to the mountain to react, they had lost the ability to resist.
"The battalion commander...the Japanese are catching up...and left a squadron outside the forest to protect the wounded and weapons and ammunition. The remaining three thousand or so people all got into the forest and marched towards us in a hurry."
Duan Peng took the risk to extract the teeth from the tiger's mouth, waiting for this result, and immediately ordered: "There are still four hours before dark, find a way to bring the Japanese pursuers to Changling, fifteen kilometers away, where the terrain is more responsible, so that these Guandong gangs can
The army will camp out in the wilderness tonight."
"The first company and the first platoon of the artillery company are responsible for luring the enemy. The second and third companies and the troops directly under the battalion will find ways to break away from the battle and lurk on the spot."
"Wait until after dark to get out of the woods and eat the little Japanese troops left behind..."
"We used booby traps and artillery shells to kill many people in the Kwantung Army's reinforcement forward squadron. Their equipment and ammunition were all outside the mountain, plus the equipment of the troops left behind..."
"If we get it, we can at least set up a reinforcement battalion in the base area."
