The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers The first thousand one hundred and seventy-two chapters trapped in the lonely village
The first thousand one hundred and seventy-two chapters trapped in the lonely village
The Japanese soldiers had long lost the high spirits they had when they set out from Gaoyou. Repeated battles had made them exhausted, and their spirits and physical strength were greatly consumed.
Especially when it comes to encircling and suppressing guerrillas in this rural area. Almost every day, we have to crawl around in mud and water to fight with the guerrillas. We are all left in disgrace, and our uniforms are dirty and tattered, just like beggars.
Now these devils have become a little numb, and even their shouts of killing have become feeble. They are chasing the guerrillas almost mechanically.
The guerrillas were in a bad situation when they were being chased and intercepted by the Japs, and the Japs' situation was not much better either.
Because the road from Gaoyou to Baoying was dug up, the Japanese temporarily dispatched some ships to transport weapons and ammunition from the canal to Baoying to support the operation.
However, in order to maintain a strong firepower advantage, the Japs' ammunition replenishment simply cannot keep up with the consumption rate. Now the Japs soldiers have almost enough ammunition, but the replenishment has not yet been delivered.
Fortunately, with the shrinking of the encirclement, the guerrillas who were fighting from left to right have been compressed into a small area by them, and it is only a matter of time to completely annihilate them.
Looking at the guerrilla officers and soldiers running in front, the Japanese soldiers looked like hungry wild wolves with green eyes. Although they were exhausted, they still howled and chased after them, and from time to time they lifted up and shot.
Although these guerrilla brothers who were covering the back still had guns in their hands, they had no bullets. They could only pant and run towards the village, letting the bullets whizz by their ears.
Some brothers were shot through the body by bullets while running, causing blood to splash. Under the influence of the inertia of running, they would often run forward for a few steps before rolling to the ground.
Although the surviving brothers could not save themselves when crossing the river, they saw that their brothers had been shot and fell to the ground. They had no time to stop and bandage their wounds. They could only pick them up and run, or someone could carry them on their backs.
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Although the brothers knew that this would slow down their running speed and be overtaken by the little devils, they did not want to abandon their brothers.
"Put me down, put me down...you run..."
The brother who was shot was jolted and carried on his back. He knew that this would put the brothers in danger, and he tried his best to let the brothers put him down and escape alive.
"Don't talk nonsense, how can we leave our brothers to the devils!"
Amidst the hail of Japanese bullets, these surviving brothers dragged the brothers who were shot one by one and ran towards the village.
"Block the shooting, block the little devil!"
The blacksmith who retreated to the village first saw that the Japanese had already entered their shooting range. The blacksmith hurriedly ordered his brothers to cover and shoot.
"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"
The machine gunners placed on the roof fired steadily and in short bursts. The hot bullets, carrying the breath of death, flew over the heads of the retreating brothers and flew towards the Japanese.
"Puff!"
The most ferocious Japs who charged with bayonets erupted from their chests with clouds of blood mist, and fell to the ground trembling all over.
The brothers with rifles in their hands also opened fire one after another. They aimed at the little Japs who were chasing after them and pulled the triggers.
The Japanese soldiers fell down in various strange postures, and the Japanese behind them did not dare to stand up. They all made standard tactical moves to dodge and half-crouched to fight back.
In the blink of an eye as the bullet blocked the enemy, the brothers at the rear also ran wildly into the village. Each one of them was exhausted and paralyzed. They fell to the ground and could only breathe heavily.
The sound of gunfire became fierce, and the Japanese desperately wanted to rush into the village. The brothers who relied on the wall fought desperately, causing smoke and dust to fly from the wall.
Now the brothers have some debris and walls in the village as cover, but the little devil is in the fields outside the village without any obstruction, which makes the little devil suffer a lot.
Although the little Japanese attacked ferociously for a while, under the command of the blacksmith and the brothers resisted tenaciously, the Japanese finally left dozens of corpses and temporarily withdrew from the shooting range.
"Stop shooting!"
Seeing that the Japs had retreated, the blacksmith ordered the brothers to cease fire. After all, ammunition was limited and they had to use it sparingly.
"Pay attention to the artillery fire, and put the observation post on the roof."
At the blacksmith's order, the brothers who had been relying on the wall to shoot at the Japanese soldiers evacuated their original fighting positions one after another, each looking for some solid place to prepare to avoid the Japanese bombardment.
The two observation sentries with the captured Cao Changjing hanging around their necks quickly climbed up to the roof and lay down, holding up Cao Changjing to observe the Japanese movements.
"咻咻——"
The Japanese attack failed, and the artillery shells followed.
"Boom! Boom!"
The Japanese artillery shells fell on the courtyard wall. In the smoke of the explosion, the weather-beaten courtyard wall collapsed with a roar.
Under the violent tremors, the tiles on the tile-roofed houses fell down like rain. For a moment, smoke and smoke arose, covering the brothers.
The Japanese artillery shells were almost exhausted, and they had to stop after only one round of not-so-intensive shelling of the village.
"The little devil is out of stock too."
The brothers were constantly fighting with the Japs, and they had an intuitive feeling for the intensity of the Japs' firepower.
At the beginning, the Japanese artillery fire was overwhelming. Infantry artillery, mortars, anti-tank artillery, machine guns, and grenade launchers took turns taking turns. The brothers couldn't even lift their heads. Almost every round of artillery fire was down.
Most of them were killed or injured.
Moreover, the Japs have high-explosive bombs, incendiary bombs, and even white phosphorus bombs. Now that they have been fighting for so long, the Japs’ shelling intensity is getting weaker and weaker, and the types of ammunition are also much smaller. Let brothers know that the Japs also consume almost the same amount of ammunition.
about there.
Nowadays, the enemy's shelling is just audible. For brothers who have rich experience in artillery defense, unless some unlucky guy is directly hit by the enemy, the casualties caused to the brothers can be ignored.
After the Japanese bombardment, the disgraced brothers got up from hiding one after another and prepared to fight against the oncoming Japanese soldiers.
After all, the tactics of the little devils are only three-fold: artillery bombards the infantry, and if the infantry cannot rush down, the artillery bombards them again. The brothers have already memorized it by heart.
However, after the Japanese shelling, the brothers waited for a long time but did not see the Japanese infantry rushing up. This made them a little uncomfortable.
"The Japs are probably unable to fight anymore. The observation post should pay attention to the Japs' situation. The rest of the brothers should seize the time to rest and replenish their physical strength."
Seeing through the telescope that the Japs' infantry did not come up, the blacksmith, the commander of the first battalion, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The constant high-intensity fighting made his nerves as tight as a tightrope. The Japanese were chasing and intercepting them, making them dare not stay, and they were always in the process of breaking out and fighting.
Now that the Japs are no longer attacking, they can finally rely on this village to take a breather temporarily, eat something to replenish their strength, and wait until dark before breaking out.
"Battal Commander, all the people in the village have fled long ago."
At this moment, the adjutant Gou Sheng also came back, panting and reporting the situation to the battalion commander blacksmith.
"There's no one left?" When he heard that there were no people in the village, the blacksmith was also stunned.
There has been ping-pong-pong playing for so long in the area, and the people in the village have long been frightened and fled. Naturally, the blacksmith and the others can't see the people when they come.
Although this can prevent the common people from being accidentally injured during the battle, it also means that the blacksmith and the others cannot receive food supplements and treatment for the wounded in the village.