The dense forest on the outskirts of Tonggu on November 9, 1942
The vast and dense tropical jungle is covered with teak, palm, plantain, moso bamboo, thatch and thorns. The sky is filled with dark clouds and the rain is pouring, adding to the desolate and chilling atmosphere.
Heavy rain has fallen for two consecutive days and nights, causing rivers in northern Myanmar to overflow.
In the silent rain forest, a group of soldiers wearing camouflage nets covered with branches, leaves, and weeds were marching with difficulty.
Song Changgui's reconnaissance team was marching in the water, but they had completed their mission and patrolled the terrain around Tonggu.
It had been five days since Tonggu had been besieged. The 200 Division was not only running out of ammunition, but also food.
After the death of Division Commander Dai Anlan, due to the damage to the radio station, Chief of Staff Zhou Zhi had no choice but to personally lead a platoon to break out of the encirclement under Japanese artillery fire and rush to Yangon to personally seek help from Commander Luo.
Now the 200th Division is temporarily commanded by Deputy Commander Gaojiren. Since the 200th Division was besieged in Tonggu, the officers and soldiers of the entire division, under the command of Gaojiren, have killed more than 500 Japanese soldiers and destroyed 3 tanks and 7 armored vehicles.
They captured 38 horses, 9 light and heavy machine guns, 1 Type 92 rifle, 266 rifles and other ammunition equipment. The Japanese army suffered excessive losses and had to temporarily stop the attack.
But the Japanese army did not give up. Just the night before yesterday, a group of Japanese soldiers disguised as Burmese civilians drove ox carts with hidden weapons in an attempt to sneak into the city. They were also detected and eliminated by the 200th Division.
Although the 200 Division relied on the favorable terrain of Tonggu to tenaciously block the Japanese army, its own losses were not small. Now the officers and soldiers of the 200 Division in Tonggu City were short of ammunition and ammunition, and the situation was already very critical.
In order to delay the Japanese offensive, Deputy Division Commander Gao Jiren organized more than ten reconnaissance and patrol teams. The patrols around Tonggu took the initiative to show that the defenders still had sufficient ammunition and were ready to counterattack, in an attempt to delay the Japanese army.
Time to launch the attack.
The 16-member reconnaissance team marched in the rain under the leadership of Song Changgui. The raindrops dripped on the broad leaves, making a fluttering sound. Birdsong could be heard in the distance from time to time. Everyone was soaked by the rain, and their feet were wet.
His straw sandals were even dragged with thick red mud. Several days of jungle reconnaissance had exhausted all the soldiers in the reconnaissance team.
Wei Youren, who was too tired to walk, cursed, "Only the locals can walk in this broken place. It's still the dry season. I've never seen it rain for several days during the dry season. I don't even have pants on now."
It stinks."
Song Changgui said angrily, "When have your underwear ever smelled so good that even a Burmese woman three miles away would choke on you? Fortunately, there are no kiddies nearby, otherwise the light smell would have attracted the kiddies."
The roar of laughter echoed in the heavy rain.
As we all know, Wei Youren is known for his laziness. He has never washed the underwear on his body, so let’s not mention the smell.
"Shh..."
Just as everyone was laughing, Staff Sergeant Gu Wenyi, who had been on guard at the front, suddenly raised his right hand and clenched his fist, which meant he had discovered the enemy's situation.
The laughter stopped immediately, and everyone immediately dispersed. Song Changgui bent over and walked over quickly with a Thompson submachine gun in his hand. He lowered his voice and asked: "What's wrong?"
Gu Wenyi pointed forward and whispered: "They are footprints, the prints of the cowhide boots of the Japanese devils. Our people and the Burmese people don't wear these boots at all."
Following the direction pointed by Gu Wenyi, a series of staggered footprints appeared in front of us. Even under the heavy rain, they were still clear. It seemed that the Japanese army had not passed by for more than half an hour. Song Changgui roughly calculated based on the number of footprints, "There were about six people."
, I guess they are the little devil’s scouts!”
It seems that after being infiltrated and attacked by a small force of the 200th Division, the Japanese learned their lesson and responded in kind.
Song Changgui waved his hand back, indicating that he was hiding. As soon as he turned around, there was a dull gunshot. Wei Youren took a few steps back and fell to the ground. Blood spurted out from his neck, and was immediately broken by the sound of a series of dense machine guns and 38-type rifles.
The silence of the jungle.
Gu Wenyi and Song Changgui reacted immediately and threw themselves down behind the nearest tree. "They are the sharpshooters of the little devil. Hurry and take cover."
No one needed to speak, the experienced soldiers almost unanimously fell to the ground.
Wei Youren was lying in the mud. He was hit in the throat by a Type 38 rifle. The rain kept flowing down his face, washing the blood spurting from his throat to the ground. A faint mist of blood sprinkled on the leaves around him. After a while,
There was a small pool of red blood beside him.
Wei Youren, who was shot, desperately covered his neck with one hand, breathing rapidly from his throat, and kept reaching out to where his comrades were hiding.
"Xiao Wei, hold on first, we will rescue you right away. Song Xiaobao, find that bastard quickly!" Song Changgui gave a loud order to the sharpshooters of their team.
Although today's national army, like the Japanese army, does not have full-time snipers, each army has a certain number of sharpshooters. Although these people have not received systematic training, there is no doubt that they already have the prototype of snipers.
A comrade who was hiding behind a big rock couldn't help but want to rush out and drag Wei Youren back, but was immediately pushed down by another comrade beside him, "You fucking want to lie there too, don't you?"
The soldier closest to Wei Youren took off the first aid kit and threw it on him, but Wei Youren had long lost the ability to save himself, his face began to slowly turn pale, and the blood spurting out from his fingers also slowed down, and the mud and water around him
It was completely stained red with blood, and its struggling movements became slower and slower.
Seeing Wei Youren in danger, Song Changgui, who was leaning behind a tree, shouted, "Song Xiaobao, kill him quickly, Xiao Wei can't hold on any longer."
Song Xiaobao, who was leaning in the gap between the trunk of a tree that had been knocked down by lightning, was also very anxious at the moment.
But where can I find the hiding place of the Japs at once? You must know that this is a tropical rainforest, and it is still raining heavily. In a place like this, it is really difficult to find a person's hiding place.
"Da da da……"
At this time, suddenly a series of crisp sounds sounded, and a string of flames appeared in a bush. It was the sound of the Japanese Army's Type 11 light machine gun.
After a little calculation, Song Xiaobao locked the machine gun and immediately pulled the trigger.
"boom……"
The distinctive dull sound of a Chinese formal rifle sounded, and the machine gun that was pouring out flames instantly misfired, and the machine gunner was eliminated.
After firing the shot, Song Xiaobao quickly moved his position. When fighting in the jungle, he must not be pinned to one place. Flexible and timely transfer of positions is the best way to survive.
As soon as they moved their position, Song Xiaobao began to observe nervously again. The sharpshooter who posed the greatest threat to them had not yet been solved, and no one dared to say that they were safe.