Before dawn, Wang Huzi, the commander of the first battalion wrapped in a torn military blanket, was woken up by someone gently tapping him in his daze.
When Wang Huzi opened his eyes, he saw a dark figure standing in front of him. He was so frightened that he hurriedly touched the gun at his waist.
"Captain Wang, Chief Yang asked you to come over." The person who woke up Wang's beard spoke.
Only then did Wang Beard see clearly that the person standing in front of him was Yang Ling's orderly soldier, and the rifle he pulled out was returned to its holster.
"I know." Wang Huzi put away his ragged military blanket and stood up. The cold wind blew past his forehead, causing him to tighten his collar involuntarily.
It's already mid-November, and the cold air from Siberia is moving southward, shrouding northern China with a layer of chill, and cold winds are also blowing in northern Jiangsu.
The brothers were all wrapped in quilts and military blankets and sleeping soundly in the trenches. Wang Huzi followed the messenger and walked a few hundred meters eastward along the trenches to the temporary headquarters in Yangling.
Even though it was a headquarters, it was nothing more than a hiding place covered with waist-deep weeds. Guards were lying on guard in the surrounding weeds.
Yang Ling was sitting on a stone, with the map spread on the ammunition box in front of him. He was lowering his head and thinking about something.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yang Ling also raised his head and saw the sleepy Wang Huzi walking over.
"Tuanzuo, you are looking for me."
Wang Beard stood next to the ammunition box and saw the simple map on the ammunition box. The name of the village on it was written on it, which was the map of the nearby area.
Wang Huzi and the others could not read a few Chinese characters at first, but after studying in the literacy class organized by Yang Ling, they are now able to not only read some simple commands, but also understand some maps.
"I have an order for you." Yang Ling pointed at the simple map on the ammunition box and said.
Wang Huzi also squatted down and leaned his head forward to take a look. He saw a small black dot circled by Yang Ling with a pen, and next to it was written in small letters: "Yuzhuang?"
Yuzhuang is located south of Qinghe Town. It is a larger village in the south and is not far from several surrounding villages. It is now controlled by the maintenance committee controlled by the Japs and puppet troops.
Since the Third Guerrilla Detachment led by Yang Ling occupied a large area in the west, the area controlled by the puppet troops and the Japanese has been severely compressed.
They now mainly rely on some villages in the south and east to recruit civilians and collect military rations, so the Japanese and puppet troops also attach great importance to it.
"According to intelligence, there are two puppet army companies and a Japanese squad stationed in Yuzhuang. Their main task is to control some villages around Yuzhuang and be responsible for patrolling the surrounding areas and hunting down and suppressing anti-Japanese people."
When Wang Huzhu heard that Yuzhuang only had so many enemies, he immediately patted his chest and said: "Tuanzu, just leave it to me. I guarantee that I can wipe them all out in less than half an hour!"
This is not because Wang Huzi is talking nonsense, but because he trusts himself and his brothers. Now that the guerrillas are getting stronger and stronger, he takes this enemy seriously.
Yang Ling looked at the murderous Wang Huzi and shook his head with a smile: "No, you can't knock down Yuzhuang. You only need to feign an attack. The main purpose is to attract the Japs and puppet troops coming from the direction of Qinghe Town."
Although Wang Huzi is usually careless, now Yang Ling has made it so clear. If he still doesn't understand, it may be an IQ problem.
"Surround the point for reinforcements?" Wang Huzi thought that they were digging trenches here and now they were going to pretend to attack Yuzhuang, and he immediately understood.
Yang Ling nodded and said: "I'll give you two companies. Make the noise as loud as possible. If something goes wrong, send a few back to report."
Wang Huzi nodded solemnly and said: "Tuanzuo, don't worry, I know what to do."
"Okay, let's go."
Wang Huzi quickly left and returned to the trenches. He took the brothers from the 1st and 2nd companies of the 1st Guerrilla Battalion off the road and headed straight to Yuzhuang in the south.
The Japanese established a stronghold in Yuzhuang with the purpose of controlling the surrounding areas with Yuzhuang as the center.
Yang Ling expected that if Yuzhuang was attacked, the Japs would definitely come to the rescue, because once the southern countryside lost control again, the Japs would be left with Qinghe Town, and there would be no point.
Wang Huzi and his two companies of brothers hurried along and arrived at the outskirts of Yuzhuang at dawn.
The Japanese not only dug trenches and erected barbed wire fences outside Yuzhuang, but also built two strong gun towers to block the entrance and exit of Yuzhuang.
After all, the villages near Yuzhuang are all production areas. The enemy's front is now extremely long and they need to rely on fighting to maintain their huge consumption. The land of plenty and plenty in northern Jiangsu has naturally become one of the main sources of military rations.
The two Japanese gun towers were shrouded in the morning light. Wang Huzi lay down in the dew-covered grass and observed for a while, then turned around and issued an order.
"The first company feigned a frontal attack, and the second company rushed over from the flank and captured the security position and gun tower in front of me."
Although it is a feint attack on Zhuang, we must put on a desperate posture, otherwise the Japanese and puppet troops in Qinghe Town will not be attracted.
Three hundred and eight brothers from the two companies were divided into two groups, hunched over and carrying guns, they moved towards the Japanese and puppet army positions outside Yuzhuang.
Wang Huzi also followed a series of feint attacks from the front. He put away his shell gun and replaced it with a 38-meter rifle loaded with bullets.
It was dawn at this moment, and most of the Japanese and puppet troops stationed in Yuzhuang were sleeping soundly in the village. The sentries who stayed outside were also in a daze and could not open their eyes.
The brothers responsible for attacking Yuzhuang took advantage of the cover of weeds and debris and quickly crawled to a stop three hundred meters outside the gun tower.
Wang Huzi put up the ruler, opened the safety of the rifle, and put the puppet sentry on the left turret who was swinging with the gun into the crosshair.
"boom--"
The butt of the gun shook his shoulders slightly, and a hot bullet burst out of the muzzle with a sharp whistling sound, and rushed straight towards the puppet sentry on the turret.
The puppet sentry was poking his head and looking around at the sentry post. Suddenly his head exploded like a watermelon, his body lost its center of gravity, and he fell straight down from the turret, making a dull landing sound.
The sudden gunshots woke up the puppet soldiers on duty and poked their heads out from everywhere to observe the situation.
"Puff puff!"
As soon as a few puppet soldiers stood up from the trench with their guns in hand, the oncoming bullets penetrated their bodies sharply, bursting out clouds of blood mist, and they fell onto their backs into the trench.
A puppet soldier who reacted slowly saw his companion wailing and collapsed in the trench. He was so frightened that he hurriedly shrank his head. The whizzing bullets grazed his scalp and made the soil on the side of the trench pop up.
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"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The puppet soldier looked around and saw that his companions on the night watch fell in a pool of blood in an instant. He didn't care about the gun anymore and ran back along the trench while rolling and crawling, shouting warnings in a stern voice as he ran.
"superior!"
The brothers of a company were like tigers coming out of their cages and pounced on them with their guns in hand.
A squad of sleeping puppet soldiers in the turret also heard the gunfire, jumped up and looked out through the observation hole.
You don't know this, but you are startled when you see it. In the hazy wilderness, countless people with guns have already pounced on you.
"Fight, fight quickly!"
The squad leader of the puppet army hurriedly shouted at the top of his voice, finally getting the frightened puppet army to react and rush towards the machine gun.
"Da da da - da da da -"
The firing holes of the two gun towers spurted out tongues of flame, and the two intertwined ballistic trajectories swept straight towards the charging brothers.
The brothers saw the two machine gun bullets cutting through each other like knives, and they all rolled to avoid it. The ones running in front had already rolled into the trenches built by the puppet troops.