The guerrilla brothers lurking in the countryside have been monitoring the little Japanese's movements. The little Japanese is about to retreat, and Yang Ling quickly gets the news.
Hearing that the Japs had retreated, the tense faces of Wang Huzi and others finally softened. If the Japs were determined to advance forward, a fierce battle would be inevitable.
And now that the Japanese have retreated, it means that the people in the more than ten villages behind them are safe and the danger has been eliminated.
"It must have been Battalion Commander Wu and his friends who succeeded, otherwise the Japanese would not have retreated so simply." Staff officer Lei Xiong forced out a rare smile.
Ever since he heard the news that the Japs were going to attack them, he had been on tenterhooks. After all, the disastrous defeat in Qinghe Town was still fresh in his mind.
The Japs' communication cavalry was fast, but the communication troops sent by Wu Changqing and others were still halfway up. Yang Ling was not sure whether this was a Japs trick to lure the enemy, or whether they were really retreating.
"Commander, we can't let the little devils walk away like this. We must give them some blood and teach them a lesson." Wang Huzi played with the sharp bayonet in his hand and made some ferocious suggestions.
His first guerrilla battalion had been fighting in circles with the Japanese for most of the day, and had suffered a lot of casualties. He couldn't bear to swallow this sigh of relief.
"Yes, Chief Yang, let's pursue it!" Staff Officer Lei Xiong also supported him.
At this moment, the deputy battalion commander Blacksmith, who was wearing a raincoat, walked into the tent while twisting the water from his clothes.
Blacksmith Hui reported: "Seat the regiment, those puppet troops are at the back. The Japanese have already fled far away."
Yang Ling thought for a moment and then issued the order to pursue: "Order the first guerrilla battalion and the guard platoon to pursue me with all their strength. Even if we can't annihilate them all, you have to bite off a few pieces of meat for me!"
"Yes!" The officers in the tent agreed loudly.
Soon the officers filed out, calling loudly to assemble their brothers, preparing to launch a pursuit.
Yang Ling's current combat principles are still the same as those of guerrilla warfare. The so-called enemy is tired and we attack, the enemy advances and we retreat, and the enemy retreats and we pursue...
Although the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas were exhausted from the continuous battles with the Japs in this countryside, they still felt high in fighting spirit when they heard that they were going to fight the Japs again.
Each guerrilla force was like an arrow off the string, divided into countless arrows and swept towards the direction of the Japanese retreat.
These guerrilla officers and soldiers have become accustomed to dispersed operations, so they are still organized into companies and platoons. Some go to poke the devils in the butt, and some go to outflank their way forward. Each has its own characteristics.
Commander Yang Ling only grasps the overall situation through the collected intelligence. As for the specific method of fighting, it all depends on the free play of the guerrilla officers and soldiers. He acts as the mastermind.
If it were in the past, Yang Ling would never have dared to do this. After all, the troops were accustomed to obeying the orders of their superiors, and their thinking was still in passive combat.
Once there is no command from the commander, it is like losing the backbone, and even if there is combat effectiveness, it will not be able to display.
However, fighting guerrilla warfare is different. If you still need to ask your superiors for instructions and command for everything, then how do you capture fighter jets and how do you destroy the enemy?
Moreover, the guerrillas were small-scale dispersed operations. Yang Ling could not lead the troops out to harass every time, so he also intended to cultivate the commanding abilities of junior officers.
But now, after a period of harassment fighting and training, a large number of grassroots guerrilla officers have grown up.
Although they are still unable to take charge alone, at least they can think proactively and judge the enemy's situation whether to attack or withdraw, and their command has become more flexible.
The officers and soldiers of the guerrillas were like tigers emerging from the cage. Their figures quickly jumped across the fields and went straight to the retreating Japanese troops.
Although the little devils were anxious to return to Qinghe Town to aid, the impassable roads and muddy countryside greatly hindered their marching speed.
The puppet troops who stayed behind to act as rear guards were not good birds either. They did not obey the Japs' orders to stop the attack, but followed the Japs shortly after they retreated.
When the Japanese soldiers had gone a few miles, the pursuing guerrilla officers and soldiers had already bitten the Japanese defenders from behind.
"boom!"
The bullets whizzed through the rain curtain, and a puppet soldier who was shivering with cold paused, then screamed and fell down.
The sound of the gunshot was like a reminder, causing the already frightened puppet troops at the rear to immediately explode and become confused.
"The guerrillas are coming! Run!"
I don't know who shouted this, and hundreds of puppet troops started running wildly.
"Don't run, damn don't run!"
Seeing the sudden chaos among the troops, the puppet battalion commander Zhang Lezi was so angry that he cursed and tried to gather the troops.
"Da da da......"
At this moment, a machine gun trajectory swept from behind the field ridge not far away, and crashed directly into the chaotic puppet army. For a while, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams were heard all over the sky.
"Oh my god, run!" Seeing the miserable state of his men, the puppet battalion commander Zhang Laizi screamed and started running wildly.
The puppet troops were now like frightened birds. They had been frightened by the elusive guerrillas before, but now they dared to stay there as bullets were flying behind them.
One by one, they ran away in embarrassment in the muddy farmland, only regretting that their parents had lost two legs.
The number of guerrillas who had caught up with the puppet troops at the rear was actually not that large, just one squad of troops. When I saw hundreds of puppet troops running away with a roar, I was stunned.
"Stop being stunned and chase me!"
The squad leader of the guerrillas was also a bold leader. Seeing that the puppet soldiers had no intention of resisting, he simply did not wait for the brothers behind him and took the lead in charging forward with a squad.
So in the fields shrouded in rain and fog, there was such a magical scene. A squad of guerrilla officers and soldiers actually chased hundreds of puppet troops and ran in embarrassment.
The guerrilla officers and soldiers shot while running, loading the ammunition, raising the gun, aiming, and pulling the trigger. All actions were done in one go.
"Bang! Bang..."
"Ah! Ah!"
From time to time, among the puppet soldiers who were stumbling and running away, a cloud of blood mist erupted from their bodies and they fell to the ground.
But now most of the puppet soldiers did not dare to look back. They could not care about the life and death of their companions, so the injured puppet soldiers were also struggling to crawl on the ground.
The number of guerrilla officers and soldiers who caught up was small, and they did not have time to guard the prisoners. They stabbed each one without sparing them.
The screams of the companions behind them made the fleeing puppet soldiers even more chills on their backs. They also dropped the ammunition boxes they were carrying, threw away their heavy rifles, and ran away desperately.
The Japanese soldiers who were retreating also heard gunshots coming from the rain and fog behind them, and then heard countless panicked shouts and screams coming from behind.
"This bunch of trash!" Ichiro Kuroda cursed fiercely and waved his hand: "Stop advancing and defend on the spot!"
The Japanese soldiers were familiar with tactical movements, and quickly spread out to find nearby shallow pits and mounds to set up a defensive circle, and set up light and heavy machine guns.
Not long after waiting, groups of embarrassed puppet troops stumbled out of the rain and fog.
Their devastated look made Ichiro Kuroda's face turn as black as charcoal, and he cursed in his heart that they were really a bunch of mud that couldn't hold up the wall.
But they were friendly forces after all. The Japanese soldiers opened fire to block the shooting. With a burst of fire, they repelled the guerrilla officers and soldiers who were chasing after them. Only then did the puppet soldiers stop panting.
"Battle Commander Zhang? Didn't I ask your rear guard to block my attack? Why did yours retreat so quickly?"
Ichiro Kuroda asked Zhang Laizi with a stern face, who was covered in mud. He was extremely dissatisfied.