Chapter seven hundred and ninety-eight the beginning
Five sidecars armed with light machine guns opened the way, followed by more than 20 cars full of Japanese soldiers and drove out of the camp in Qinghe Town.
"Quick, hurry up and follow!"
The puppet battalion commander Zhang Lezi, wearing a raincoat and riding a maroon horse, urged loudly.
Four hundred puppet troops lined up in four columns, carrying guns and ammunition, and followed a car full of Japanese soldiers out of Qinghe Town and into the rain.
The Japanese had cars to ride in, but these puppet soldiers did not receive such good treatment. They had to walk in the rain along the muddy road toward Xiaowangzhuang.
Although the puppet soldiers cursed in their hearts, since they became puppet soldiers, they had to do whatever the Japanese asked them to do. Although they attacked in the rain, they could only endure it.
When the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops guarding the checkpoints and strongholds along the way saw the mighty troops approaching, they moved away the horses and deer wood blocking the road, stood aside and saluted, and watched as the troops disappeared into the rain.
Japanese Captain Kasai Sadao and Major Kuroda Ichiro were riding in a bumpy car, looking at the farmland and wilderness on both sides receding continuously, with different expressions on their faces.
Kuroda Ichiro was very excited. As long as he wiped out this frequently active guerrilla group, with his military exploits, he might be able to move up.
Captain Kasai Sadao frowned. Although it was a surprise attack in the rain, he was still unsure. If the guerrillas were not killed, it would be another trouble. He could only pray in his heart that the guerrillas did not get the news.
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In fact, Kasai Sadao really thought too much. As soon as they left Qinghe Town, the guerrilla intelligence agent lurking outside the town took a small road and rushed towards Xiaohekou Village.
"Sir, the Japanese have already moved out, with more than 20 large vehicles, followed by about 400 puppet troops..."
The news of the Japs' attack was quickly sent to the guerrilla detachment's forward command post in Xiaohekou Village. Yang Ling and the others were also refreshed, and what was supposed to come had finally arrived.
"Damn, the little devils really know how to choose the right time. They have no idea how to attack in the heavy rain."
It was raining heavily outside, but the Japanese arrived at this time, which made the staff officer Lei Xiong curse. This meant that the guerrilla officers and soldiers had to fight in the rain.
Yang Ling didn't think that much. The Japanese came in the rain and probably wanted to catch them off guard, but he didn't know that they had already laid out a big net and were waiting for them.
"The soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the earth. Although the Japs are in large numbers, but we are prepared, they may not be able to take advantage." Although the report said that the Japs were in large numbers, Yang Ling remained calm and composed.
Yang Ling quickly issued the order: "Give me the order. Each blocking position will proceed according to the original plan. We must teach the little devil a lesson!"
"Sir, when will we set off?" Second Battalion Commander Wu Changqing asked.
"Stand where you are, wait until the Japs are stuck on us, and then jump to the outside to attack." Yang Ling thought for a moment and ordered.
"yes!"
Although Wu Changqing couldn't wait to fight, he had to be patient now.
The cold rain was still pouring down, and the heaven and earth were shrouded in moist water vapor, making it hazy and difficult to see clearly.
The water had already risen in the trenches, and the brothers who were holding on to the trenches had to use tools to scoop the water out of the trenches to avoid being soaked in the water for a long time.
A soaked communications soldier stumbled along the muddy road and soon arrived at a sniper position at the front.
"The Japs have already moved out. Chief Yang asked you to act according to the predetermined plan."
"knew!"
A guerrilla squad leader with wet hair emerged from the blocking position covered with reed poles and received the order.
The communications soldier didn't stay too long and quickly got into the gray rain curtain and ran towards the next position.
The blocking positions of the guerrilla officers and soldiers were built in all kinds of strange ways, not only beside the road, but also in the grass and on the edge of the woods, and they were well camouflaged.
"Get ready for battle, the Japanese are coming soon."
The most advanced blocking position was built behind a mound opposite a creek.
Although it looked like a mound covered with grass, deep foxholes were dug under the grass, and six guerrilla officers and soldiers from two combat groups lay lurking here.
When they heard that the Japanese were coming, they cheered up. The three recruits were very excited, but the three veterans calmly checked their firearms.
The roar of the car came faintly from the rain curtain. Although nothing could be seen, the ground was shaking and the water droplets on the grass began to shake off.
Soon, a long line of cars appeared on the road across the creek. The Japanese soldiers in front were riding three-wheelers with machine guns mounted on them.
A veteran platoon leader of the guerrillas popped out half his head from the foxhole under the grass like a ghost. He observed the approaching Japanese convoy with a ferocious look on his face.
The veteran platoon leader turned his head and whispered an order: "The first group will hit the first Japs with three rounds, and the second group will hit the second one, and then leave after the fight. Do you understand?"
"clear!"
The other five guerrilla officers and soldiers all responded in a low voice, then carefully moved their guns out of the foxhole, placed them in front of themselves, and began to aim.
The Japanese convoy began to cross the creek. The wheels were turning fast and water was splashing on the stone bridge.
The guerrilla officers and soldiers also pulled the bolts of their guns and loaded the bullets. The recruits were breathing rapidly. They were very nervous as they looked at the increasingly clear Japanese convoy.
"Don't be nervous, just aim and hit." The voice of the veteran platoon leader made the recruits adjust their status in time, and the scale was adjusted to 150 meters.
The hazy heavy rain gave the lurking guerrilla officers and soldiers a good cover. Although the Japanese soldiers in the car looked around to investigate, they still found no clues.
"beat!"
When the three-wheeled motorcycle with the Japanese leader in charge drove to the center of the stone bridge, the veteran platoon leader gave the order to shoot.
"Bang! Bang..."
Dull gunfire rang out one after another, gun flames appeared in the rain curtain, bullets whizzed through the rain curtain, and pounced on the retreating Japanese soldiers.
"puff!"
"ah!"
Although the rain curtain prevented the guerrillas from seeing clearly, the screams of the Japanese soldiers still let them know that at least one Japanese soldier had been hit.
"withdraw!"
Before the Japanese machine gunner could react, the veteran platoon leader put away his gun and retreated into the foxhole without even confirming the victory, then turned around and ran toward the rear.
The other five guerrilla officers and soldiers did not stop at all, they put away their guns and retreated.
"Da da da……"
The Japanese soldiers reacted very quickly. After the two tricycles in front were attacked, the third one screeched to a halt.
Before the car could stop, the Japanese machine gunner on the three-wheeled motorcycle opened fire on the mound where the gunfire was flashing.
A rain of bullets covered the mound, the camouflaged grass broke and splashed, and mud flew everywhere.
"Baga Ya Road!" A sudden attack made Japanese Major Kuroda Ichiro look very ugly.
"Go get them!"
The Japanese soldiers from the two detachments quickly jumped out of the car, relied on the cover of the car and the stone bridge, and attacked the mounds on the other side of the stream while shooting.
"Boom!"
When more than twenty Japanese soldiers were about to rush onto the mound, a deafening explosion suddenly occurred.
The five Japanese soldiers were knocked over by the shock wave of the explosion and fell heavily to the ground.
"Ah! My legs!"
A Japanese soldier who had his leg blown off was wailing miserably. One of his left legs had been blown up by a mine into the grass nearby. They had stepped on a mine that had been laid by the guerrillas in advance.