The sound of guns and artillery outside Huaiyin City continued all night. First, the guerrilla troops tried to take advantage of the darkness to capture Huaiyin, but they encountered a Waterloo and suffered heavy losses and had to retreat to rest.
In the second half, the elite forces ambushed by the Japanese surrounded the camp of the Ninth Guerrilla Column in an attempt to completely annihilate the Ninth Guerrilla Column.
As the sky grew brighter, the sound of gunfire became sparse. The fields outside the city were filled with craters from shells, and corpses and discarded pots, pans, tents were scattered everywhere.
Under the surprise attack of the Japanese and puppet troops, the exhausted Ninth Guerrilla Column resisted for less than half an hour and was completely finished.
Groups of Japanese soldiers with fleshy faces were standing guard around the battlefield with their rifles spread out. Their bayonets were still stained with minced meat and dripping with blood. They had obviously experienced a fierce battle.
The guerrilla officers and soldiers resisted tenaciously. Under the leadership of the officers, they rushed left and right in an attempt to break out of a bloody path. However, except for Liu Jinhu who escaped by chance, most of the others were blocked back.
The little Japs came well prepared. They were surrounded by a barrage of light and heavy machine gun fire. It would be difficult to break out.
The smoke from the battlefield has not yet dissipated. Many people were burned to a crisp by the burning withered grass. The smell of blood and barbecue filled the air and was nauseating.
Japanese Captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu, surrounded by more than a dozen officers in neat uniforms, personally inspected the battlefield. When he saw the dead and injured Chinese officers and soldiers everywhere, Yamaguchi Akamatsu's face was full of pride.
"This is the result of opposing our Imperial Japanese Army!"
Yamaguchi Akamatsu was very happy now that he had wiped out the guerrilla column in Huaiyin in one fell swoop, finally getting rid of his personal troubles.
"Captain, what should we do with those prisoners?"
The Japanese officers were all beaming with joy, and some saw the disarmed prisoners of war sitting on the ground.
"Let's take a look." Captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu walked towards the disarmed guerrilla officers and soldiers.
Many officers and soldiers of the Ninth Guerrilla Column had to lay down their weapons and surrender when they saw that there was no hope of breaking through.
At this moment, there were seven or eight hundred prisoners who had been disarmed by the Japanese. They were sitting there in a state of panic, not daring to move. They were surrounded by Japanese soldiers with bullets loaded.
"Taijun, Taijun, we are willing to surrender..."
Seeing the Japanese officers approaching, the prisoners all started to stir up a commotion. Most of them showed fear on their faces, while some hurriedly shouted in flattery.
The person who nodded and shouted most enthusiastically was Ma Ming, who was from the second guerrilla detachment. His behavior made the surrounding guerrilla officers and soldiers look angrily.
Although the guerrilla officers and soldiers chose to lay down their weapons when they were surrounded and had no hope of breaking out, it did not mean that they really wanted to surrender to the Japanese, it was just a way to escape.
However, the traitor behavior of Ma Ming and others made the other guerrilla officers and soldiers unable to accept it for a while, and they all reviled them.
"Hahaha, what a weakling."
Seeing the performance of Ma Ming and others, the Japanese officers laughed sarcastically.
"Yours, kneel down." Captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu also smiled uncomfortably and pointed at Ma Ming and ordered.
"Yes, yes," Ma Ming said as he knelt down before the Japanese and kept kowtowing: "Taijun, Taijun, I was forced to surrender. I am willing to surrender. I am willing to surrender."
The Japs around were laughing. They did not expect that the guerrillas they regarded as their opponents were so weak. A look of disgust flashed across Yamaguchi Akamatsu's face.
"What's your trash, I don't want mine." Yamaguchi Chisong stared coldly at Ma Ming, who kept kowtowing, with a look of arrogance on his face.
"No, no, Taijun, I can help you fight the guerrillas. I'm not a waste..." Ma Ming, who was kowtowing, panicked. He was scared.
Japanese Captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu suddenly pulled out his sharp Sankan sword, stroked the blade with the white gloves he was wearing, and slowly walked towards Ma Ming, still muttering to himself: "My sword has not drank blood for a long time.
Already..."
Seeing the Japanese captain walking towards him with a knife, Ming Ming, a grassroots man on the wall, was filled with fear. He couldn't believe it was true; "No, no."
Two burly Japanese soldiers stepped forward and held down Ma Ming, who couldn't help but retreat. The powerful force prevented him from moving.
The rest of the guerrilla officers and soldiers were silent, and many of them shook their heads and regretted that Ma Ming, who was once the leader of the guerrilla detachment, originally wanted to join the Japanese, but who knew that the Japanese would not want him.
The cold blade touched his skin, and the eyes of the Japanese captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu were filled with the bloodthirsty gaze of a beast.
He held the Zuoguan knife and pulled it hard. The sharp blade easily cut off Ma Ming's cry for mercy in his throat, and a stream of blood shot up to the sky.
Seeing how cruel and murderous this little devil was, the guerrilla officers and soldiers all shrank their heads, not daring to meet Yamaguchi Akamatsu's sinister eyes.
Yamaguchi Akamatsu, as the captain of the battalion, usually does not have the opportunity to go to the battlefield and engage in close combat with Chinese officers and soldiers. Now that he was stimulated by the blood, he became excited.
"Throw it away to feed the dogs!" Yamaguchi Akamatsu ordered as he wiped the blood stains from his sword on Ma Ming's broken military uniform.
Behind them, more than a dozen wolfdogs with bared fangs were loosened from their ropes, barking and pounced on them. Seeing this scene, many guerrilla officers and soldiers couldn't help but vomited.
The surrounding Japanese officers and soldiers watched with interest as the wolf dogs tore apart pieces of bloody flesh without any discomfort.
"Captain, what should we do with those prisoners? Should they be incorporated into the security army?" A Japanese staff officer asked the commander Yamaguchi Akamatsu for instructions.
Yamaguchi Akamatsu looked coldly at the guerrilla officers and soldiers whose eyes were full of hatred, and shook his head: "There are enough security forces. We don't have extra food to feed more people. Let's kill them all."
"But they are prisoners of war, and according to international law..." the Japanese staff officer hesitated.
Captain Yamaguchi Akamatsu reminded with a straight face: "Have you forgotten the order issued by His Majesty the Emperor two years ago? Chinese soldiers do not enjoy the treatment of prisoners of war, and any international law does not apply."
"Hi Yi!" The Japanese staff officer did not dare to look at Yamaguchi Akamatsu and hurriedly bowed his head in response.
"Kill them all!" the Japanese staff officer quickly issued the order.
The surrounding Japanese soldiers became excited, looking at the unarmed guerrilla officers and soldiers surrounding them, like a pack of wolves encountering a pack of lambs.
Facing the bloodthirsty eyes of these Japanese soldiers, the guerrilla officers and soldiers also sensed something was wrong and started to commotion.
"Teng Teng Teng——"
The Japanese heavy machine gun mounted high up roared first, and the ballistic trajectory of the heavy machine gun cut into the middle of the prisoners, immediately causing a rain of blood.
"Well!"
"ah!"
The guerrilla officers and soldiers who laid down their weapons did not expect that the Japanese would attack them, and they suddenly screamed in agony.
"Brothers, fight with the little Japs!" Some people suddenly stood up, grabbed rocks and threw themselves at the nearest Japs.
"Puff!"
But as soon as he took two steps, the bullet penetrated his body, and he staggered and fell.
Hundreds of guerrilla officers and soldiers roared angrily and launched a final charge to face the Japanese bullets, but flesh and blood were no match for the rain of steel bullets.
In just a few breaths, hundreds of guerrillas who laid down their weapons were completely lost, turning into bloody corpses on the ground.