Under the gray sky, the wheels of the carriage made a heavy creaking sound as they rolled over the bumpy road, and an arrogant sun flag was placed on the grain truck at the head, whistling in the wind.
More than 30 puppet troops and Japanese soldiers were holding a long line of grain trucks wandering toward Qinghe Town. This was military ration collected from Xiaowangzhuang and was to be sent back to Qinghe Town.
Liu Liang, the vice-president of the Maintenance Association, in order to claim credit and reward from the Japanese, regardless of the life and death of the villagers in Xiaowangzhuang, plundered every grain of food he could find in Xiaowangzhuang and prepared to donate it to the Japanese.
Even if all the food was plundered, it was still close to collecting 100,000 kilograms of military food, so Liu Liang ordered people to take away the villagers' chickens, ducks, pigs and cows.
Although the villagers of Xiaowangzhuang cried and begged for mercy, Liu Liang, who was eager to show his loyalty to the Japanese, could not care about the lives of the villagers of Xiaowangzhuang.
So behind these heavy grain trucks were the cattle, sheep and fattened pigs held by the Liu family's servants, and the entire team raised a mighty cloud of smoke.
But behind them, Xiaowangzhuang was in a mess and crying. The people of Xiaowangzhuang were not rich to begin with, and now they no longer even have the most basic living guarantees. This is really making the world ineffective and the earth and the earth not responding.
"Hehe, I didn't expect that I got a lot of good things when I went out. It would be great if I could go to the countryside every day."
The puppet soldiers were walking lazily with guns on their backs, with triumphant smiles on their faces, and each of their pockets was bulging.
When these puppet soldiers went from house to house to collect grain, they rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and all valuable items fell into their pockets.
If the unarmed people resisted a little, they would be hit with gun butts, punched and kicked inside. Facing the minions of this group of devils, the people dared not speak out in anger.
"Hide your things well. If the company commander sees you when you go back, you will have to take some away. He is a man who eats meat but does not spit out the bones." There were also puppet soldiers who hid the stolen money in the insoles of their shoes without a look on their face.
"Thank you, brother, for reminding me."
After being reminded, the puppet soldiers thanked each other and stuffed the ancestral bracelet they snatched from a villager's home into their arms.
The Japanese were naturally aware of the little tricks of the puppet soldiers, but they were too lazy to take care of them, because the good things had already been taken away by them, and what was left to the puppet soldiers were only things that they did not like.
"Thirteen Japs, fifteen puppet soldiers, and more than a dozen people dressed in civilian clothes, also carrying guns. They should be servants of the Liu family. There is a crooked light machine gun on the second grain truck...
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On a small hillock with lush grass, three guerrilla scouts, camouflaged with grass, were observing from a distance the Japanese food convoy that was slowly moving on the road.
"Go and report to the commander, and tell him that the Japanese will be at their side in ten minutes."
"yes--"
Soon, the grass swayed slightly, and one of the brothers slid down the hillock and ran quickly to the east along the reed swamp.
There have been no guerrillas in Qinghe Town for a while, and the so-called Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade closest to Qinghe Town is only entrenched in Xiaoxinzhuang and dare not go beyond the thunder pool.
Therefore, the little devils in Qinghe Town relaxed. Such a small number of people dared to march on the road with grain trucks. After all, there was no force that could threaten them in this area.
But these little devils didn't know that a company of guerrillas led by Yang Ling had already laid a trap for them ahead, waiting for them to infiltrate inside.
Although the distance was only ten minutes, the little devil walked slowly for fifteen minutes, and the cow pulling the cart was panting from the heavy grain in the cart.
"Tuanzuo, the Japanese are coming!"
Seeing the erected sun flag appearing in his field of vision, Wang Huzi's face showed excitement.
Yang Ling also gently opened the safety of the shell gun, lowered his voice and ordered: "Follow my order before shooting. When shooting, first kill the machine gunner on the second car."
After this period of special training, the guerrillas have perfected their camouflage skills. They are camouflaged with grass and reeds, and even their bayonets are smeared with mud to prevent reflection.
At this moment, they were lying quietly on the roadside, their guns pointed at the approaching Japanese soldiers and puppet soldiers, their bullets loaded, and they were waiting to fire.
The Japs in Qinghe Town belong to the independent 13th Brigade. As a combat force in the occupied area, their combat qualities are naturally inferior to those of the field troops fighting on the front lines with the squadron.
However, Yang Ling and the others still did not underestimate the Japanese. They took out the Eagle Fighting Rabbit and paid full attention to it. They formed a combat company of one hundred and fifty guerrilla officers and soldiers, and the other company went to Zhangjiaji.
It can be said that the military strength has an absolute advantage.
Besides, now that Yang Ling and the others are hiding and the Japanese are hiding, they are 80% sure of launching a surprise attack.
The rotating wheels of the carts creaked on the bumpy road, and the puppet soldiers were still gathering together in twos and threes, talking and laughing quietly, preparing to go back to sell their valuable things and go to the kilns to have a good time.
The thirteen little devils looked around energetically and vigilantly from time to time, but now in the golden autumn, all they could see were rolling hills and dry grass, which was boring to watch.
"beat!"
Just as the grain transport team was walking listlessly towards Qinghe Town, a loud shout was suddenly heard from the withered grass on the roadside.
It didn't matter that he yelled, but it frightened the little devils so much that they hurriedly picked up their guns as if it was a conditioned reflex.
But there was still no time. When Yang Ling shouted for a fight, three Czech light machine guns commanded by the deputy company commander Blacksmith had already opened fire in a trembling manner.
"Da da da - da da da -"
Three short bursts of fire, the whistling bullets shattered the grass on the trajectory path, debris flew, and then headed straight towards the Japanese with unabated force.
"Puff!"
The body of the Japanese soldier who was picking up the gun from his shoulder was sprayed with blood mist, and then he rolled to the ground involuntarily, raising dust.
"Enemy attack! Enemy..."
The Japanese sergeant shouted as he threw himself into the ditch beside the road, but a stray bullet penetrated his head, and then his body fell heavily into the ditch, splashing a large amount of muddy water.
"Puff!"
"ah!"
The dull sound of rifles mixed with the crisp sound of machine guns instantly enveloped the Japanese and puppet troops exposed on the road.
Under such an unprepared attack, the Japanese and puppet soldiers were instantly killed and wounded, and they wailed.
Liu Liang, the vice-president of the Maintenance Committee, was also so frightened that he hurriedly got under the grain truck. Faced with the bullets that kept splashing mud and dust near the grain truck, he was so scared that he was shaking like chaff.
The Japanese machine gunner wanted to set up his machine gun and fight back, but before he could pull the gun away, his body was beaten into bloody holes and he fell off the grain truck.
"Ah! It hurts!"
The injured puppet soldier rolled on the ground clutching his bleeding wound. His shouts immediately attracted a string of bullets, and as blood and flesh spattered, he soon turned into a bloody corpse.
The remaining two little Japs were hiding behind the grain truck and still wanted to resist. Their marksmanship was quite accurate. The two brothers who were eager to fight did not pay attention and were actually wounded by them.
"Damn it, give me grenades to blow them up!" Wang Huzi became angry immediately when he saw a brother being injured.
Soon, several smoking grenades flew past the grain truck and landed behind it.
Seeing the grenade landed behind their buttocks, the two remaining Japanese soldiers immediately rushed out with fear of death.
"Boom—boom!"
A large cloud of gunpowder smoke rose up from the explosion, and the two Japs were knocked out by the sweeping air wave, leaving them covered in blood and flesh and groaning on the ground.
In the grass and reeds on the roadside, the brothers rushed out with guns in hand. They didn't care whether the people on the ground were dead or alive, and they first stabbed them hard.