Eight hundred and twentieth chapters touch the whistle
Not long after Yang Ling and the others rested in hiding in the grassy field, rustling sounds came from the darkness ahead.
"Password!" The alert sentry asked in a low voice with his gun in his hand.
"Resist Japan and save the nation!" The other party also stopped, squatted down quickly, and replied in a low voice.
"Reply the order!"
"Fight to the bitter end!"
Soon, more than ten brothers who were investigating came back in a skirmish formation.
"How is the situation?" Yang Ling asked the returning investigation platoon leader.
The reconnaissance platoon leader replied solemnly: "There are many trenches and barbed wires and bunkers, and the defense is very tight. There is only one ditch in the west that is poorly defended. There are only two mobile sentries, and we can launch an attack from there."
Yang Ling continued to ask: "Do you know the situation inside Xinzhuang?"
The reconnaissance platoon leader shook his head: "We were afraid of alerting the enemy, so we didn't dare to sneak in..."
After the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade returned to Xinzhuang, they strengthened their defenses because they were worried about the guerrillas' retaliation. Yang Ling suddenly felt that there was something difficult.
We don't know the situation inside Xinzhuang now. If they attack rashly and don't know the firepower configuration inside, I'm afraid the losses will be huge.
But now the brothers in the reconnaissance platoon no longer dare to get close to capture the prisoners and bring them back for interrogation, because that would easily expose them and alert the enemies inside.
"Thank you for your hard work, go down and rest first." Yang Ling waved his hand and told the brothers in the reconnaissance platoon to rest.
Wang Huzi and the others also gathered around, with everyone's brows furrowed. Xinzhuang was heavily guarded, making them feel that they had encountered a tough opponent.
"Commander, what should we do now? Do we want to attack by force?" Wang Huzi asked Yang Ling in a low voice.
Although the defense of the Xinzhuang Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade is very good, Wang Huzi is still new to his brothers. As long as they fight hard, they may not be able to open a gap.
Yang Ling shook his head: "We can't fight head-on. The losses would be too great. Let's attack from the ditch on the west."
"Captain, let me lead the brothers to lead the battle!" Blacksmith, the deputy battalion commander, also asked for a fight.
Yang Ling agreed to the blacksmith's request: "Okay, you will take the lead when the time comes, but remember to capture two prisoners for interrogation before touching them. We don't know the situation inside. If the situation is not right, we will go back."
"Let the brothers rest now and launch the attack before dawn." Yang Ling quickly arranged the attack echelon and waved for the brothers to rest.
Firstly, Yang Ling considered it for his brothers. After all, they were tired from fighting all day and needed a rest to replenish their strength. Secondly, at dawn, when people are most tired and relaxed, they happened to catch the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade off guard.
Although the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade is under the command of the Ninth Guerrilla Column, since they slaughtered the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians, no matter what their purpose is, whether they surrender to the Japanese or not, Yang Ling has already regarded them as enemies, and the only thing he needs to do is to eliminate the enemies!
Yang Ling and the others rested in the fields outside Xinzhuang until about five o'clock in the morning. The officers patted the sleeping brothers one by one to wake them up.
"Wake up, get ready to fight..."
The officers' voices were kept low and were soon drowned out by the howling cold wind. The anti-Japanese and national salvation brigade in Xinzhuang did not notice at all.
After the brothers sorted out their weapons and ammunition, the deputy battalion commander Blacksmith led the two squads of veterans toward the west of Xinzhuang, and the brothers from the same battalion followed quietly.
The night provided them with excellent cover, and soon they could see the fires used by Xinzhuang guards for lighting and warmth.
These fires illuminated the nearby ring fortifications and machine guns. Most of the sentries of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade were leaning against the fires and snoring loudly. Those who were still awake had their eyelids twitching.
Han Feihu, captain of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade, was worried about the guerrillas' revenge, so he asked these sentries to keep their eyes open and be on alert.
The sentries stared all night and waited, but nothing happened. It was almost dawn now, so they couldn't help but relax. Besides, it was so cold and sleepy, so they couldn't care less.
To the west of Xinzhuang is a slowly flowing ditch, which flows around Xinzhuang. Because it is blocked by the ditch, it is considered a natural hazard, so the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade posted two mobile sentries here to keep an eye on it.
At this moment, the two sentries were carrying guns on their backs and retracting their hands into their sleeves. The cold wind was howling, making them shiver from the cold. It was dark and there was nothing outside, which made them relax their vigilance.
"Damn, they're warming up over the fire, leaving us here to freeze."
A sentry looked at the sentries sitting by the fire in the distance, cursing, and took out a soft cigarette tremblingly from his arms, and lit one for himself, trying to warm himself up.
"Give me one too!" Another sentry also approached and said eagerly.
"Where are your cigarettes?" The sentry was dissatisfied, but he still handed one to his companion.
The sentry chuckled: "I smoked all my cigarettes in the morning. It's not like you don't know that I can't help but smoke when I see a good cigarette..."
"Damn, you know how to take advantage of me."
"If the Japanese smoke again for us, why don't I ask you to smoke too?"
"Don't tell me, the Japanese soldier's cigarettes are just different..."
The two mobile sentries stood side by side. As they spoke, they hid under a broken wall in the lee and sat down. There was a faint sound of conversation.
While two mobile sentries from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade were hiding in the lee, smoking and chatting, in the field opposite the ditch, two squads of guerrilla officers and soldiers had already crawled to the ditch.
Seeing the mobile sentry of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade hiding and smoking, the blacksmith waved his hand, and a class of guerrilla brothers quickly slid down the ditch.
In the early winter weather, although the water in the ditch was not freezing cold, it still made the brothers who slipped into the water shiver all over and turned a little pale.
Although it was just a ditch, it was more than three meters wide and the water was waist deep. The brothers almost slipped under their feet because of the mud.
After the guerrillas were sure that they had not been discovered, they did not dare to stay. They gritted their teeth and endured the coldness of the water, and quickly moved towards the other side of the ditch, and then climbed up wet, their bodies almost numb.
Under the cover of the brothers from the two squads who crossed the ditch first, about two platoons of brothers passed by one after another and hid in the darkness, while the two sentries from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade who had finished smoking came out from the leeward direction again.
It came out from behind the rotten wall.
Seeing the sentries of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade reappearing in the field of vision, the brothers who had crossed the ditch lay flat on the ground and did not dare to move.
Those brothers who were soaked in the water were even more distressed. They did not dare to move. If they made the slightest sound, they would be discovered. They were almost numb.
The two sentries walked to a place about ten meters away from the ditch. After a quick glance, they felt something was wrong.
Just as a sentry was about to take off the rifle from his shoulder and go over to check, a dark figure suddenly emerged from the grass in front of him and threw him to the ground.
"Plop!" Before he could react, his mouth was covered by a big hand, and he felt a pain in his chest. A sharp bayonet plunged into his chest without any hindrance. He stared at the two legs.
Next, his eyes dimmed and he died.
The sudden turn of events caused another sentry to freeze on the spot in fright. When he was also knocked down, he realized what he was doing and wanted to shout, but his mouth was tightly covered.
"If you don't want to die, don't move!"
The sharp bayonet was pressed against the sentry's neck, and he felt the coldness on his neck. The sentry dared to struggle any longer, and quickly gave in. His companion's death was happening right in front of his eyes, and he didn't want to die.