The dark night turned into a mess. The Japanese elite and puppet troops came from all around and surrounded the ninth guerrilla column in the temporary camp like an iron barrel.
The Japanese set up machine guns at the commanding heights around them, and bullets were poured towards the guerrilla officers and soldiers in the camp like no money. The sound of bullets penetrating into the gunshots kept ringing, and one by one the guerrilla officers and soldiers fell to the ground.
The corpses are quickly piling up like mountains.
The Ninth Guerrilla Corps built some simple bunkers with only sandbags around the camp. Red artillery shells hit them, and the resisting light and heavy machine guns were lifted into the sky.
The disheveled guerrilla officers and soldiers were running around in a panic in the black smoke-filled camp. The soldiers could not find the officers, and the officers could not find the soldiers. They were in a mess.
Several Type 92 infantry guns and mortars deployed by the Japanese in the field opened fire. The shells were like rocks smashed into the lake, but the splashes were blood and broken meat.
The Japanese's stern faces were particularly ferocious under the firelight. They surrounded the ninth guerrilla column and fired from a distance. The dense bullets were like knives, harvesting the guerrilla officers and soldiers one by one.
"Come on!"
The guerrilla detachment leader who reacted was holding a machine gun and wanted to lead his men to fight a bloody path, but he was beaten into pieces as soon as he took a few steps out.
The leader of the First Guerrilla Detachment, Liu Jinhu, had angry eyes. He kept pulling the bolt of his gun to fight back, but his strength was too weak, and he was soon overturned by the shock wave of the explosion.
"Sir, sir, retreat quickly! It's too late if you don't retreat!"
A close brother rushed over and pulled Liu Jinhu up from the ground, dragging him towards the west.
Liu Jinhu shook his dizzy head and saw the stunned figures around him. Most of the more than 300 remaining brothers from the first detachment gathered around him.
He saw that the entire simple camp had been blown to pieces by Japanese artillery shells, with gunpowder smoke filling the air and screams and cries filling the sky.
In this chaotic situation, he didn't know how many people were surrounded by the Japanese. Without being sure whether the guerrilla commander and the other detachment leaders were alive or dead, he could only lead his brothers to break out first.
"Give me the machine gun!" Liu Jinhu shouted.
A Czech-style light machine gun loaded with bullets was delivered to Liu Jinhu's hand. The heavy gun body made him feel a little safer.
He saw behind him that the guerrilla officers and soldiers who were fighting left and right in the rain of bullets were being blown over and killed by bullets, and his heart was bleeding.
These were all Chinese soldiers who were brave and fearless on the battlefield, but they lost their lives in such a senseless manner.
But now he no longer had the ability to go back and save them. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he roared: "Brothers, fight your way out!"
"kill--"
More than three hundred officers and soldiers of the First Guerrilla Detachment let out loud shouts of killing and followed their detachment leader Liu Jinhu to break through to the west.
Blocking the west side were two Japanese squads and a puppet army company. They also noticed the guerrilla officers and soldiers rushing toward them.
"Da da da......"
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
Several light machine guns fired long bursts of fire, and the ballistic trajectory cut into the breaking team like knives, and blood suddenly flew out.
Rifle bullets also hit the front like raindrops, and the brothers in the front row fell to the ground like wheat.
But now the brothers all understood that they could not stop under any circumstances. They did not care whether the brothers who fell to the ground were dead or alive, and rushed forward one after another, stepping on the blood.
"Come on!"
The machine gun belt was hung around the neck. Several machine gunners stood up and fired at the Japanese and puppet soldiers. Strings of scarlet bullets flew out. The fiery red bullet marks were clearly visible in the night. The ferocious firepower beat the Japanese and puppet soldiers to flesh and blood.
Flying horizontally.
Not to be outdone, the Japanese and puppet troops fought back, and machine guns from other directions also blocked the way low to the ground. Bullets from several directions intertwined into a fire net, crushing the brothers who rushed forward.
"Grenade! Throw it!"
Liu Jinhu, the captain of the first team, was covered in minced meat and blood, his resolute face was scorched black, and he was shooting and shouting.
Strings of grenades flew out in a swirl, and the Japanese and puppet soldiers who were lying in the fields and shooting at them were immediately blown into dumpling fillings, with mud and flesh flying everywhere.
Liu Jinhu fired all the bullets in the machine gun and launched a charge with an empty gun.
The guerrilla brothers behind him were all shouting, showing their gleaming bayonets, and jumped into the smoke of gunpowder.
"Kill Gai Gai!"
When the Japanese sergeant, who was stunned by the explosion, saw the approaching guerrilla officers and soldiers, he suddenly pulled out his saber and drew it forward fiercely. The Japanese and puppet soldiers rushed towards him with strange screams.
In the chaotic fighting field, the two charging teams were like two roaring mountain torrents, with flesh and blood flying in the crisp sound of bayonets piercing flesh, and a puff of blood mist filled the air.
The eyes of the guerrilla officers and soldiers were full of red, and the cold faces of the Japanese soldiers were full of fierceness. No one wanted to let go, bayonet against bayonet, rifle butt against rifle butt.
The people in the front drove their bayonets into each other's bodies, and the people in the back had already passed them and collided with each other.
The Japs are good at stabbing, and their powerful wrists and fierce swords can stab people through. The guerrilla officers and soldiers showed the bravery of the enemy, fighting for their lives without fear of death.
The Japanese put bayonets into the bodies of the guerrilla officers and soldiers. Before the Japanese could draw their swords, the guerrilla officers and soldiers had already fired grenades and hugged the Japanese tightly.
"Boom! Boom!"
The flashes of explosions continued, and after each explosion, there would be a circle of mutilated corpses lying around, including those of guerrilla officers and soldiers, as well as those of Japanese soldiers and puppet troops.
The machine gun in Liu Jinhu's hand was smashed out of shape by him. He picked up a six-ring knife that his dead brother had thrown away, pressed it on the Japanese's neck, wiped the blade against his neck, and a puff of warm blood spurted all over his face.
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Although the Japs were fierce, in the face of hundreds of guerrilla officers and soldiers who were desperate for their lives, they were quickly cut down in large areas, and the puppet soldiers were also killed.
In just a few minutes, Liu Jinhu led the brothers of the First Guerrilla Detachment to tear a hole in the Japanese encirclement.
"There are Chinese people breaking through in the west!"
Standing on the watchtower in Huaiyin City to watch the battle, Japanese Captain Yamaguchi Chisong followed the staff's hand, his face filled with murderous intent: "Kill them all——"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The shells smashed into the breakout team one after another with a harsh whistling sound. When the shells hit the ground, they exploded into a big crater, and the brothers were blown to pieces.
Liu Jinhu originally wanted to lead his brothers to guard the gap and cover more brothers to break out, but a burst of artillery fire blew them to pieces.
The Japanese reinforcements coming from both sides, wearing cold steel helmets, had already surrounded them. They looked back at the brothers who were crying and shouting in the camp, and tears could not help but fall from their eyes.
"withdraw!"
Carrying a bloody six-ring knife, Liu Jinhu led more than a hundred guerrilla brothers who broke out and ran towards the fields to the west without looking back.
The Japanese quickly blocked the gap, and the guerrilla officers and soldiers who tried to follow were pushed back. Under the baptism of bullets and shells, they were killed and injured everywhere.