Eight hundred and thirtieth chapters around the point to help
Intense gunshots and rumbling explosions rang out outside Yuzhuang. When the disheveled puppet soldiers and Japanese soldiers rushed out of the house in a hurry, the outer security positions and several bunkers were already being quickly captured by guerrilla officers and soldiers.
If it weren't for the machine-gun fire from the two gun towers, the guerrilla officers and soldiers would have already invaded Yuzhuang and wiped out the Japanese and puppet troops stationed outside.
The machine gunners of the puppet army poured out bullets crazily, and the whizzing bullets kept bouncing on the ground, splattering the soil and weeds high.
"Damn, come on the demolition team, blow up the turret for me!"
The first company commander's face was darkened by gunpowder smoke. When he saw the firing holes of the turret spitting out tongues of flame, he pushed back the charging brothers and was so angry that he smashed his fist into the mud.
Two brothers from the demolition team with five kilograms of explosive bags under their arms were about to jump out of the trench to blow up the artillery tower, but Wang Huzi pulled them back.
"The Japs' gun towers are so strong, this little explosive is useless." Wang Huzi stopped the demolition team from going up to blow up the gun towers.
Wang Huzi's original idea was to take the opportunity to blow up the turret, and then after the reinforcements were completed, he would kill the enemies in Yuzhuang.
Although they were responsible for feigning attacks to attract reinforcements, they couldn't watch people eat meat, not soup.
However, he underestimated the strength of the Japanese and puppet troops stationed in Yuzhuang, and did not expect that they would react so quickly. As soon as they rushed up, the machine guns from the other side suppressed them back.
Anyway, the mission Yang Ling gave him was to feign an attack. Since he couldn't attack, he couldn't risk the lives of his brothers, so he immediately adjusted his tactics.
"We are not in a hurry. We have plenty of time to shoot slowly. Let the brothers aim and shoot, and then treat it as practice shooting with live ammunition."
After Wang Huzi finished speaking, he found a place to sit down in the trench, took out a cigarette and lit it, with the intention of just using it up.
After receiving Wang Beard's order, the brothers stopped fighting and rushing, and started to shoot at the enemy relying on obstacles.
"Puff!"
"ah!"
The brothers had few opportunities to practice live ammunition on weekdays, but now they were practicing shooting. Each puppet soldier became a living target, and they were soon overwhelmed by the precise shooting and did not dare to raise their heads.
When the puppet troops didn't raise their heads, the brothers used grenades to blast the places where they were hiding, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.
Wang Huzi and two companies of underground lines bluffed and fought lively with the Japanese and puppet troops in Yuzhuang. They fought unhurriedly, but the puppet troops in Yuzhuang were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
In fact, there were not only puppet troops stationed in Yuzhuang, but also a small group of Japanese soldiers.
It's just that after these little devils arrived in Yuzhuang, they became unruly overlords. No one dared to take care of them. All the duties of guarding and guarding were done by the puppet troops. They drank and had fun all day long, causing harm to the people.
These Japanese soldiers were very drunk last night and were still awake, so when Wang Huzi and others launched an attack, the puppet troops immediately panicked.
Wang Huzi and the others did not cut the phone line, and Yu Zhuang quickly called Qinghe Town for help.
"We have been attacked by a large group of guerrillas. There are five to six hundred people. Please support us! Please support us!"
The voice of the puppet company commander was extremely anxious, and there was also the faint sound of gunfire. The communication soldier who answered the phone did not dare to neglect and hurriedly reported the situation to Ichiro Kuroda, the current top commander of Qinghe Town.
Ichiro Kuroda suffered a big loss at the hands of Yang Ling and others a week ago, and even the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade that had taken refuge with them was wiped out.
He was now thinking about how to go back and explain to his superiors. Now that Yuzhuang in the south had suffered another large-scale attack, he suddenly became angry.
His guerrillas are so arrogant that they dare to do things under their noses. This is clearly a provocation.
The rainy and foggy weather last time, coupled with the fact that the guerrillas were well prepared, allowed them to return in vain.
But now that the weather is fine, the guerrillas have left their guerrilla zone and gone south again. Kuroda Ichiro immediately decided to take the opportunity to eliminate Yang Ling and the others.
"Tell the security forces in Yuzhuang that they must hold down the guerrillas. We will surround them from the outside and completely eliminate them!"
Major Ichiro Kuroda quickly issued the order, and two squadrons of Japs and two companies of puppet troops gathered urgently amidst the shrill whistles.
Just ten minutes later, a convoy of vehicles drove out of Qinghe Town and headed straight to Yuzhuang in the south.
Ichiro Kuroda sneered in his heart. These guerrillas were overestimating their capabilities. A mere few hundred people dared to attack Yuzhuang, which had a solid fort.
As long as Yu Zhuang can rely on the artillery towers to hold on, as soon as his reinforcements arrive, he can immediately completely eliminate the guerrillas by cooperating internally and externally. Thinking of this, he suddenly had the feeling that he had broken through iron shoes and found nowhere, and it took no effort to get there.
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The Japanese convoy rumbled and raised smoke and dust all over the sky, and the people along the way fled one after another. No one knew why the Japanese were going in such a hurry.
"Speed up!"
Ichiro Kuroda was riding in the bumpy car, but he still felt that it was too slow, so he kept urging the Japanese soldiers in the car.
What he is most worried about now is that if the guerrillas cannot attack Yuzhuang and retreat on their own initiative, they will be defeated. He now wants to fly to Yuzhuang to surround the guerrillas, not wanting to miss this opportunity to eliminate them.
Ichiro Kuroda's eyes were all fixed on Yuzhuang, because the company commander of the puppet army stationed in Yuzhuang was too scared and misreported the number of people attacking the guerrillas in Yuzhuang, which also led to Ichiro Kuroda's misjudgment.
If Ichiro Kuroda knew that the troops attacking Yuzhuang were only two companies, he would probably be much more cautious.
But now the panicked puppet company commander reported that there were five to six hundred guerrillas in Yuzhuang. Kuroda Ichiro immediately judged that this was the main force of the guerrillas, and without hesitation led his troops to Yuzhuang.
The roar of the car came, causing the dewdrops on the weeds to fall. The brothers lying in the trenches all raised their heads and looked to the north. They saw smoke and dust billowing in the distance, and a convoy of cars was speeding along the road.
Come.
"Get ready!" Yang Ling waved his hand, and the brothers rushed to the trench near the road to lie down, and the light and heavy machine guns and rifles all moved their muzzles out.
Although the brothers dug trenches overnight two hundred meters on both sides of the road, they were all camouflaged with grass. The brothers also wore grass camouflage on their hats and bodies, making them look exactly like field troops.
"Follow my order and fire again. Be steady and don't misfire!"
Yang Ling's orders were passed down one by one, and the brothers all maintained good discipline and lay dormant quietly without making any sound.
The cold wind blew the waist-deep wild grass swaying, and it was completely impossible to tell that hundreds of guerrilla officers and soldiers were ambushing on both sides of this ordinary road.
In just a few minutes, the Japanese convoy drove down the highway at lightning speed, with the wheels turning fast and smoke billowing on the highway.
In the thick smoke and dust, the three-wheeled motorcycle in front and the car behind were equipped with crooked machine guns on their roofs, and the Japanese soldiers' resolute and cold faces were clearly visible.