The remaining Japanese and puppet troops were cleared away by the guerrilla brothers like chopping melons and vegetables. The battle was quickly over, and the rain that had been falling all day also stopped.
The Japanese and puppet troops of Kameda Squadron fought for a day in the swamp-like wilderness. Both their mental and physical strength reached their limits, and their morale and combat effectiveness continued to decline.
Now faced with the ambush of the guerrilla officers and soldiers who had the superior strength, they were eventually beaten to pieces and turned into corpses lying on the ground.
The gunfire became sparse, and occasionally one or two fleeing Japanese escaped into the distance, but more guerrilla officers and soldiers pursued them.
"Light the torch! Search for the remaining enemies!"
Now that the Japanese and puppet soldiers were dead and wounded, the guerrilla officers and soldiers no longer needed to hide and tuck them away. Soon, blazing torches illuminated the dark night, adding a little more warmth to the cold wilderness.
Under the illumination of the fire, in the wet fields and farmlands, corpses of puppet soldiers and Japanese soldiers were lying everywhere. Every one of them was covered in gunpowder smoke and bloodstains and looked slovenly.
Although the brothers were hungry and cold, they had won the battle after all. They cheered loudly and hugged each other to celebrate this hard-won victory.
The little Japanese wanted to destroy the guerrillas aggressively, but in just one day of fighting, the guerrilla officers and soldiers not only smashed the Japanese encirclement and suppression, but also killed countless enemies. Such a victory made them jump with excitement.
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The fleeing Japanese soldiers were also brought back by the brothers who pursued them, but all they dragged back were corpses, not a single one alive.
"Reporting to the regiment, the Japanese and puppet rearguards have been wiped out by us!"
Although the deputy battalion commander Blacksmith was not good at words, he still excitedly stepped forward to report when he saw Yang Ling approaching surrounded by his brothers in the guard platoon.
Yang Ling smelled the pungent smell of blood in the air and looked at the crumbling corpses of the Japanese and puppet soldiers, and his tense face softened.
In the past, when their troops fought against the Japanese, they not only had backup, but also flank cover, and he did not need to take care of the supply of various weapons and ammunition.
This time was his first large-scale counterattack against the Japanese and puppet troops after he became the commander of the Third Guerrilla Detachment. To say he was not nervous would be a lie.
If they were defeated this time, not only would the small base they had just established be captured by the Japanese, but the people who supported them would also suffer. The consequences were unimaginable to him.
Fortunately, the Japs have been repulsed now, and they have killed many Japs and captured many weapons and ammunition. Although they also suffered losses, it can still be regarded as a great victory.
"Treat the wounded and clean the battlefield. I have already ordered the logistics to prepare hot meals for everyone. After everyone has finished cleaning up, eat and have a good rest!" Yang Ling's angry voice rang out in the wilderness.
"Okay...ho..." The scarred guerrilla brothers cheered happily, and the movements of their hands became agile.
"Huzi." Yang Ling saw his brothers happily cleaning the battlefield, and turned to greet Wang Huzi, who was busy in the distance.
The bearded Wang rushed over and said happily: "Commander, what are your orders?"
"Send a few brothers in the direction of Qinghe Town to check on the situation of Battalion Commander Wu and his companions. It stands to reason that they should withdraw."
Although the battle was won here, Yang Ling still worried about Wu Changqing and the others, worried that they would be bitten by the Japanese who returned for reinforcements.
"Yes!" Wang Huzi responded and called a few brothers, heading east to find out the news.
But what Yang Ling didn't know was that Wu Changqing and the others not only completed the task of attracting the Japanese to return for reinforcements, but also ambushed the Japanese on their way back, thus delaying their return, and were now on their way back.
Although the rain has stopped, the entire area is now a quagmire with traces of the battle, and many places have been trampled into mud.
The farmland destroyed by the fighting will have to be repaired by then, otherwise it will be difficult for people to grow crops in the coming spring. These are the next things Yang Ling needs to consider.
"Regiment leader, we have captured a few Japs and wounded soldiers. What should we do if they refuse to surrender?" Just as Yang Ling was directing his brothers to clean up the battlefield, staff officer Lei Xiong rushed over with great enthusiasm.
These Japanese wounded soldiers were all injured when Blacksmith and his friends ambush them. Although they were captured and captured, they kept struggling there, giggling without knowing what to say.
Now Wang Dongming, who can speak Japanese, has not returned from following Wu Changqing. Those students who are proficient in Japanese only know some simple vocabulary, and communication is a problem. Yang Ling also frowned.
"Are there any translators among the puppet prisoners?" Yang Ling asked.
Staff officer Lei Xiong spread his hands and shrugged, saying: "The unlucky guy was hit in the head by a bullet."
Yang Ling's eyes moved to the disarmed Japs. They were still glaring fiercely at the guerrilla officers and soldiers guarding them. Some even tried to snatch their guns, but were knocked to the ground by the butts of their guns.
Seeing that these Japs had become prisoners and could not let go of their deep-seated arrogance, Yang Ling felt angry for no reason.
"Blacksmith, go take care of them." Yang Ling shouted to the blacksmith.
"Yes!" A stern look appeared on the blacksmith's face, he took a rolling saber from the hands of a guerrilla officer and soldier, and walked over with long strides.
When a wounded Japanese soldier saw the blacksmith carrying it and walked over, he even tried to grab the knife. The blacksmith cursed and kicked him into the muddy water.
"Hold it!" the blacksmith pointed at the snarling Japs and ordered.
Two guerrilla officers and soldiers pulled the Japanese soldier up from the muddy water, and knelt down in front of the blacksmith. The blacksmith pointed the rolling saber at his head and swung it down. With a click, the Japanese soldier's head rolled onto the ground.
Into the muddy water.
An arrow of warm blood splashed onto the blacksmith's face. Under the light of the torch, the blacksmith's face looked particularly ferocious and ferocious.
When the surrounding guerrilla officers and soldiers saw the blacksmith holding a knife to look at the Japanese, they all shuddered in their hearts and did not dare to look again.
After a few swipes of the knife, those little devils who were unwilling to surrender all turned into headless ghosts. The blacksmith handed the bloody rolling saber to the brothers next to him, as if nothing was wrong, which made the guerrilla officers and soldiers involuntarily become more afraid of him.
A few points.
"Sir...sir, isn't this too cruel..." Staff Officer Lei Xiong shrank his head and said with some fear.
Yang Ling shook his head and said, "We don't need mercy on beasts. Since we don't surrender, we are enemies. Do you still want to be a Bodhisattva to the enemy?"
Lei Xiong heard the dissatisfaction in Yang Ling's words and laughed dryly: "Then we must kill them all, and we can't leave any future troubles."
"Okay, you go back and tell Vice Captain Zhang to prepare meals. The brothers are also hungry." Yang Ling ordered Lei Xiong.
The brothers quickly cleaned up the battlefield. A squadron and a company of puppet troops serving as the Japanese rearguard were all annihilated except for eleven puppet prisoners.
In this small-scale annihilation battle alone, nine grenade launchers were seized, as well as eleven crooked light machine guns, and hundreds of other pistols and rifles, with very little remaining ammunition.
Seeing so many weapons seized, the guerrilla brothers secretly smacked their lips. No wonder they couldn't chew them after fighting for several hours.
The devil's equipment was ready, and they were on the same level as the guerrilla officers and soldiers. Both battalions of the guerrilla detachment only had less than twenty light machine guns.
The little devils only had one light machine gun as a detachment of thirteen people, and the reinforced detachment was also equipped with a grenade group. If they hadn't used proper tactics, I don't know how many brothers they would have lost before they could be wiped out.