Facing the cold bayonet on his neck, the sentry of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade turned pale with fright and hurriedly begged for mercy.
"Okay then, you answer whatever I ask!" the reconnaissance platoon leader said coldly.
"Yes, yes... I will tell you everything I know."
It was so pitch black that he couldn't see anything clearly, and the sentry didn't know the origins of this group of people. In order to survive, he couldn't care about anything now, and just nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"How many of you are there in Xinzhuang now? Where do you live?" the reconnaissance platoon leader asked with his bayonet lowered on the captured sentinel's neck.
The captured sentry was afraid that his neck would be wiped off if he answered slowly, so he hurriedly replied: "We have more than 500 people in the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade, and they all live in the village chief."
"Is there a patrol in the village? Where are the firepower points?"
"Without a patrol, what is a firepower point?" the captured sentry asked cautiously.
"Where are your machine guns mounted?"
"There are two in the bunker on the front, two in the ring fortification on the north, and the rest are in the machine gun company in the village..."
In order to survive, the captured sentry answered all questions and told them everything he knew.
While the reconnaissance platoon leader was interrogating the prisoners to learn about the situation in Xinzhuang, the guerrilla officers and soldiers quickly passed through the ditch, and more than 400 brothers came over.
"For the enemies who are staying outside to take care of the perimeter, don't take action yet. Use the sound of gunfire in the village as a signal!"
"Come into the village with me two times, three times, and four times!"
Yang Ling quickly issued the battle order, and taking advantage of the cover of the night, the brothers quickly pounced on Xinzhuang shrouded in darkness.
The sentries in the fortifications outside Xinzhuang were still fast asleep, but little did they know that Yang Ling and the others had quietly passed through the ditch and entered the village.
The anti-Japanese and national salvation brigade's alert status was completely tight on the outside and loose on the inside. Bunkers were built a few hundred meters away from the two exits of Xinzhuang, barbed wire fences were stretched, machine guns were deployed, and there was about a company of security troops.
But it was pitch dark in the village. Not to mention the sentry patrol, there was not even a watchdog.
Perhaps these people in the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade thought that with the perimeter alert, everything was safe. After all, once someone approached, the sentries on the perimeter would fire warning shots, so they slept with peace of mind.
But they would not have expected that Yang Ling and the others would not take the usual route. They would not come in from the front at all, but would come from the freezing cold ditch.
The officers and soldiers of the guerrillas had developed a good sense of discipline and entered the village in a row close to the walls. Several combat groups stayed outside each courtyard without any orders.
These people from the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade were really careless. The outside was heavily guarded, but the inside of the village was like a mess. Many doors were left open when sleeping.
The guerrilla brothers just pushed open the courtyard door and went in. The guard was so lax that the guerrilla officers and soldiers once suspected whether there was an ambush.
They all quietly lurked under the windows of other people's houses, listening to the loud snoring and snoring inside, and they secretly loaded their bullets.
The only place guarded was the compound where the captain of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade lived. Two bewildered sentries were holding guns and almost fell asleep leaning against the wall. The dead air lanterns for lighting were swaying in the cold wind, making the street suddenly dim.
Bright and dark.
The guerrilla brothers controlled all intersections unimpeded and were ready to attack.
"Wha...who is that person?"
Hearing the sound of dense footsteps, the sentry at the door of Han Feihu's compound woke up and hurriedly raised his gun and shouted.
"beat!"
There was a loud shout in the darkness, and the blacksmith, the deputy battalion commander who was leading the charge, fired two shots from the shell gun in his hand.
The two shots were fired very accurately, and after hearing two screams, the two sleepy-eyed guards fell down clutching their bleeding chests.
"Puch! Plop!"
A group of murderous guerrilla officers and soldiers rushed up from the darkness, stabbed hard with their bayonets, then rushed up the steps and kicked open the door.
"Bang!" The door was violently kicked open, and the guerrilla brothers rushed in.
The sound of the blacksmith's gunshot alerted the sleeping soldiers of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade. After all, they were people who lived on a knife's edge. They got up in a hurry and were ready to grab the gun.
However, their reaction was still a step too slow. Their door was kicked open, and the vicious guerrilla officers and soldiers rushed in with guns in hand.
"Don't move! You are captured!"
Faced with this sudden turn of events, before many members of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade could react, the gun-toting guerrilla brothers disarmed and drove them into the yard.
However, there were also some fierce people from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade who reacted quickly. As soon as the guerrilla brothers rushed into the house with guns, they grabbed their guns and opened fire.
"beat!"
The guerrilla officers and soldiers received orders to surrender and guard those who surrendered, and to kill those who resisted on the spot, so they did not hold back and started shooting with guns drawn.
One side was unprepared, while the other side came prepared. As soon as the two sides exchanged fire, those who resisted were beaten into a sieve, without causing any waves at all.
Intense gunshots rang out in the village, leaving the security troops guarding the outside looking confused. How could one of their own people start fighting?
But before they could react, a fierce hail of bullets poured towards them.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Da da da……"
Machine guns and rifles roared, and scarlet bullets pierced the night sky like meteors, breaking the silence.
"Ah, enemy attack!"
"Puff puff……"
The unexpected firepower shrouded the area, and the people of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade on guard outside were also killed and injured.
"Boom! Boom!"
The guerrilla brothers threw a series of grenades and began to charge.
This has become their standard tactic. The grenade can not only damage the enemy, but the smoke of the explosion can also cover the attack.
Their grenades were not the low-quality domestically produced grenades that exploded in half. They were all captured Japanese melon grenades.
Not only was the scope of the explosion large, but it was also very lethal. Explosive fragments the size of fingernails densely surrounded the surroundings, and all enemies who were still standing immediately fell down.
The guerrilla officers and soldiers who rushed forward were left to collect their troops, and did not encounter even slight resistance.
"Put down your weapons! Put down your guns and don't kill!"
The guerrilla officers and soldiers were not people who killed without blinking an eye. Since they had destroyed the enemy's resistance, they started to drink loudly.
Seeing that the situation was over, those members of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade who were hiding in the bunker also shouted to surrender, and the peripheral battle ended in a relaxed and happy way.
The battle in the village was similar. Faced with the surprise attack by the guerrilla officers and soldiers, the sleeping members of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade had just gotten up from their beds, and the muzzles of their guns were already pressed against their heads. How could they still fight like this?
Han Feihu, the captain of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade, saw that the situation was not going well and wanted to jump out of the window to escape. The brothers who rushed in raised their guns and shot him. The bullet penetrated his chest and he was captured alive by the brothers.
The deputy captain led a squad and tried to resist. He threw a few grenades in and met the King of Hell in the flames of the explosion. When the brothers rushed in, they only saw some corpses that had been blown to pieces.
"Report! The village movement position has been captured!"
"Report, the north of the village is under my control!"