The cold drizzle fell endlessly. The lips of the brothers soaked in the rain and mist were pale, and their feet were covered with mud. The coldness brought by the rain seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow.
The dense reed swamps and endless fields were all shrouded in rain and mist, making it difficult to see clearly. The sky was also gray, and the dark clouds were very low. There seemed to be boundless murderous intent hidden in the ferocious and thick clouds.
"Bang! Bang..."
The dull sound of gunfire echoed in the wilderness, and from time to time, Japanese soldiers wearing yellow dog skins could be found soaking in the turbid muddy water, already lifeless.
From time to time, groups of hurried-looking guerrilla officers and soldiers strode past the corpses of the Japanese soaked in the mud and headed straight for the direction of the gunshots. Countless red splashes were splashed as they waded through the wet layers of the ground.
Ichiro Kuroda aggressively wanted to take advantage of the rain to raid the guerrillas in Xiaowangzhuang, but unexpectedly the guerrilla officers and soldiers were well prepared, so instead of helping them, the rain actually plunged them into a quagmire.
More than 700 Japanese and puppet troops fought in circles with the guerrilla officers and soldiers for a whole day in the swampy wilderness, but they could not even touch the guerrillas. Instead, Qinghe Town was taken away by the guerrillas.
Seeing that dusk was approaching, Ichiro Kuroda had to break up his team and return to Qinghe Town to aid Qinghe Town. The main force of the puppet army and Japanese soldiers withdrew with Ichiro Kuroda, but it was not so easy for Kameda Squadron behind him to leave.
Kameda Squadron arrogantly counterattacked several groups of pursuing guerrilla officers and soldiers, resulting in the sacrifice of more than 30 guerrilla officers and soldiers, which aroused the anger of the guerrilla officers and soldiers with the same hatred.
There are only one battalion and guard platoon of guerrillas left on the front line of Xiaohekou to fight against the Japanese, and most of them are recruits participating in the battle for the first time.
The strength of the guerrillas was not enough to defeat such a large group of Japanese and puppet troops led by Kuroda Ichiro, so Yang Ling mainly used the Japanese as a whetstone to train his troops, relying on his familiarity with the terrain to circle with them and fight guerrillas.
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Although they were not capable of eating Kuroda Ichiro's large army, a squadron at the rear dared to be so arrogant. Yang Ling was also angry and ordered not to let any of them go, preparing to eat the Japanese squadron left behind in one bite.
The guerrilla officers and soldiers who received the order swarmed in from all directions, which made the Japanese squadron leader Kameda, who had just received the sweetness, feel that the situation was not good and was ready to flee.
But now that he was bitten by the guerrilla officers and soldiers, it was not so easy to escape. There were guerrilla officers and soldiers wandering around in front, left and right, and the Japanese squadron serving as the rear guard was surrounded.
"Report, Chinese guerrillas found on the left wing!"
"Report, there are Chinese guerrillas approaching on the right, the number is unknown..."
"Report, a large group of China Army guerrillas are catching up from behind!"
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"Bang! Bang..." Before the Japanese communications soldier could finish his words, intensive gunshots rang out behind him.
A small team that was lagging behind had already exchanged fire with the guerrilla officers and soldiers who were catching up, while an unknown number of guerrilla officers and soldiers were approaching from other directions.
At this moment, the Japanese squadron and the puppet army at the rear were like a big piece of fat, and the surrounding wilderness was full of wild wolves with green eyes. As long as they were not paying attention, they would pounce on them and bite them hard.
, which made these puppet soldiers and Japanese soldiers become frightened.
The Japanese squadron leader Kameda, who was out of breath after running, knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time. If he stayed for a long time, he would definitely be chewed to pieces in the end.
"Break out immediately! The fifth team opens the way, and the third team and the security army company are behind!"
Although Kameda was very tired, he did not dare to stay and quickly led the team closer to the direction where Kuroda Ichiro and others retreated.
The Japanese soldiers took action quickly, threw away some unimportant items, and broke out lightly.
"boom!"
A deafening explosion sounded along the path that the Japanese soldiers had to pass. Several Japanese soldiers were caught off guard and were blown away into the paddy fields beside the road, with their flesh and blood flying everywhere.
The explosion frightened the other Japs who subconsciously dispersed and hid. They heard the painful and shrill screams of their companions struggling on the ground. They all raised their guns and defended around them as if they were facing an enemy. They were so nervous that they could hear their own screams.
Heartbeat.
The puppet soldiers were even more panicked. They couldn't care less about the muddy pond. They all lay down in the muddy pond and turned into like mud monkeys, holding their guns and staring nervously around them.
Captain Kameda looked at his subordinates who were seriously injured by the bombing, waved his hand and ordered them to be carried on stretchers, and then continued to break through.
However, the cold guns all around still caused some of them to fall down from time to time and then never get up again. Now the Japanese were no longer able to take away the bodies, and they could only break out in an awkward manner.
"Platoon leader, the Japanese are coming!"
Seeing a group of figures coming towards them, the guerrilla observation post shouted in a low voice.
A group of guerrilla officers and soldiers who were ambushing behind the field ridge were all excited. They moved their guns out of the field ridge one after another, loaded their bullets, and began to aim.
"Brothers, listen up. Chief Yang's order to us is to eat these Japs. Our brothers are coming. We must stop them. We cannot let them escape. Even if we are all dead, we must stop them. Listen.
do you understand?"
The guerrilla platoon leader who led the team knew that it would take time for the scattered guerrilla officers and soldiers to assemble, so they learned that the Japanese were coming and led the team to intercept the Japanese on their way back.
"clear!"
"clear……"
Whether they were veterans or new recruits, they clenched the rifles in their hands and replied in a low voice. Although they were used to fighting guerrillas, this time they also wanted to fight a frontal blockade in order to completely wipe out the Japanese behind them.
"They are all my good brothers!" The platoon leader's eyes were a little moist when he saw the brothers lying down behind the left and right field ridges.
He thought about the time when they were in the mud-filled trenches in Shanghai, where a group of brothers held off the Japanese for two days and two nights. How similar it was to now.
"Get closer and fire!"
The platoon leader personally operated the platoon's light machine gun, lowering its muzzle and pointing it at the little Japs who were running over quickly.
"beat!"
The platoon leader shouted loudly, pulled the trigger, and the gun muzzle spurted out tongues of flame, and a string of scarlet bullets poured towards the Japanese.
Puff puff...
The bullets penetrated the Japs' thin body without any hindrance, and clouds of blood mist quickly filled the air. Encountering such a strong blockage, this big-headed Japs vanguard team was instantly defeated by more than twenty people.
"Kill Gai Gai!"
The squad leader of the Japanese soldiers rolled to avoid the fatal bullets, with a ferocious look on his face, and gave the order to charge with his pistol held high.
They had to break through the guerrillas' blockade, otherwise their entire squadron would be destroyed, so the Japanese soldiers seemed particularly crazy.
They held rifles with bayonets and roared at the guerrilla officers and soldiers behind the field ridge. They were not afraid of the whizzing bullets and were as ferocious as mad dogs.
However, the muddy ground made their leap forward not so neat, as if they were being shot down one by one by the guerrilla officers and soldiers in slow motion.
Now the guerrilla recruits can aim and shoot calmly. Although the firing rate of the rifle is slow, it still causes a lot of damage to the Japanese soldiers.
"Da da da!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The Japanese machine guns and grenade launchers fired to suppress them, and the infantry covering them rushed onto the field ridge.
"Kill!"
Dozens of guerrilla officers and soldiers from a platoon that was blocking the attack also jumped up with bayonets in hand, met the Japanese who were shouting incessantly, and had a hand-to-hand encounter with the Japanese soldiers for the first time.
"Die!"
The veteran platoon leader who led the team danced with his bayonet like the wind, stabbing forward, slashing, and smashing the butt of his rifle. His smooth movements were extremely familiar. The two Japanese who rushed to him were killed and wounded in the blink of an eye, losing their combat effectiveness.
The rest of the guerrilla brothers knew that their stabbing ability was not as good as that of the Japs, so they worked in groups of three, like hungry wolves surrounding a wild boar, and pricked the Japs into bloody holes.
"Da da da!"
The guerrilla machine gunner who took over the machine gun moved to the flank and continued to suppress the Japanese infantry who rushed up later, carrying out blocking fire.
For a time, the farmland was filled with shouts of death, roars, cracking bones and intensive gunshots.