Before the smoke from the explosion had dissipated, amidst angry roars, the guerrilla officers and soldiers drew their bayonets and pounced on the Japanese.
Bullets are precious, and the guerrilla brothers have developed the habit of saving bullets. A sudden round of firepower is almost always followed by close-quarters hand-to-hand combat.
One after another, strong bodies rushed towards the road, and the resolute faces of the brothers looked twisted and ferocious with anger. They wanted to chop these devils into pieces and feed them to the dogs.
The remaining twenty or so little devils looked disgraced and covered in blood, and their companions were almost dead in the blink of an eye.
Facing the guerrilla officers and soldiers who surrounded them from all sides, they also knew that their doom had come and made a desperate struggle.
They quickly formed several small groups back to back in groups of three or five. They stared at the guerrilla officers and soldiers in a defensive posture while breathing heavily with their bayonets pointed in front of them.
Some of the guerrilla brothers who didn't know how deep they were were rushed forward with red eyes. The Japanese stabbed the brothers who rushed forward with a fierce thrust of their bayonets to the ground.
"Mom, pull it off and use bullets!"
Captain Daozi of Jiandao Company is not a pedantic person. He has long developed a flexible command style in guerrilla warfare.
Seeing that the Japanese had formed a defensive group, the brothers could not get any advantage and did not want to fight with the Japanese, so they directly ordered the use of guns.
The Japanese were standing back to back with fierce looks on their faces, and they were thinking of taking the opportunity to pull a few people on their backs, but when they saw the guerrillas pulling the bolts of their guns and loading bullets, they suddenly panicked.
Several Japanese soldiers looked at each other, screamed strangely, and charged forward with bayonets in hand.
"Bang bang bang!"
It was too late for the Japs to fight with bayonets. The bullets quickly penetrated their bodies. A row of gunpowder smoke drifted past. The Japs were all staggered and paralyzed on the ground.
The guerrilla brothers do not have any psychological burden of not being victorious. After all, this is a life-and-death battlefield. The only way to protect yourself is to kill the enemy.
The bayonet was replenished with a pop, the security sentry was sent out, and the cheerful brothers began to clean the battlefield.
The entire battle came to an end in less than five minutes, and a Japanese infantry squad of more than fifty people was sent to see the King of Hell.
The brothers of the Sharp Knife Company suffered very little losses. Except for two unlucky guys who were killed by stray bullets, only one was stabbed by a bayonet, and the rest were not even scratched. It was a great victory.
"Hey, the devil's cigarettes are pretty good."
The brothers were very busy picking smoke and bullets from the corpses of the Japanese. They were already familiar with things like cleaning the battlefield.
Yang Ling also set a rule for the brothers of the Third Guerrilla Group, that is, all the things captured after winning the battle, except for the guns and ammunition that are handed over to the command headquarters for distribution, whoever captures the rest will get it.
Yang Ling's seizure distribution plan greatly increased the brothers' enthusiasm for fighting. If the brothers are lucky, they can get a lot of things in one trip, and even if they return to the countryside, they can buy a lot of land.
Of course, Yang Ling had no choice. They were behind enemy lines without supplies. They couldn't afford military pay to their brothers, so they could only rely on this method to rally people and maintain morale.
The guerrilla brothers were busy cleaning the battlefield, while the company commander Daozi of the Sharp Knife Company, surrounded by two gun-wielding brothers, walked straight towards Liu Jinhu and the others, who were lying on the ground gasping for breath.
Liu Jinhu and the others were chased all the way by the Japs and suffered heavy casualties. Now that they encountered the knife, they were able to survive.
Seeing the knife, there were only a hundred or so of them, and they were able to clean up more than fifty elite Japs like chopping melons and vegetables. They were grateful and shocked.
You must know that the Yamaguchi Brigade belongs to the 13th Japanese Infantry Mixed Brigade, which is a powerful force of the Kwantung Army, and the Japanese soldiers have strong combat effectiveness.
Hundreds of them were chased by more than fifty Japanese soldiers with no way out, and they were almost wiped out.
Who would have thought that such a powerful Japanese enemy could be eliminated so easily? When Liu Jinhu looked at the equipment used to save them, he even took a breath of cold air.
Most of their guerrilla troops used Hanyang-made, old Mauser and some native guns. Many of them even had no guns and carried broadswords as weapons.
But Daozi and his brothers had nothing but Type 38 rifles, bullet boxes, water bottles, suede leather shoes...except for the helmets and military uniforms, they were almost the same as the Japanese.
Liu Jinhu would not foolishly think that these things were given to them by the Japanese. With their ability to defeat the Japanese, most of them were captured from the Japanese with their own hands.
He has experienced the fighting power of the Japs, and the Japs must fight tooth and nail to seize the equipment from the Japs.
Liu Jinhu was getting more and more frightened as he watched. What kind of army was this? It had such strong combat effectiveness. No matter how hard he searched his mind, he couldn't get any answers.
After all, in the area near Huaiyin, such a powerful force should be well-known. Why did it suddenly appear?
This is not to blame Liu Jinhu and the others, but Yang Ling and the others have been keeping a low profile, secretly recruiting and training troops in Yangjiawan and Xiaowangzhuang, and the various guerrilla zones have been cut open by the Japanese. The news cannot be spread, so naturally they don't know.
The few battles that Yang Ling and the others fought against the Japanese were all fought recently. It is said that it is necessary to raise troops for a thousand days and use them for a period of time. After several battles, the combat effectiveness of this unit has gradually increased.
Just as Liu Jinhu was lying on the ground panting and looking at this well-disciplined and powerful force, he saw a young officer walking over with two guards.
Whether it was to thank the other party for saving his life, or to intimidate the other party's strength, Liu Jinhu did not dare to make excuses and stood up on his own initiative.
Liu Jinhu saw that although Daozi was young, he was heroic and moving with a sonorous step, but he did not wear a military rank, and he didn't know whether he should salute or not.
Yang Ling's third guerrilla detachment is expanding too fast, and the military ranks are currently vacant. They will be replaced by the column commander when the time comes.
"Hello, sir."
Although Liu Jinhu didn't salute, Captain Dao Zi of Jian Dao Company recognized Liu Jinhu's dirty rank of major, took the initiative to stand at attention with his feet bumped together, and raised his hand to give a standard military salute.
"Hello." Liu Jinhu was also stunned, and then he raised his hand seriously to return the greeting.
But now they were in such a state of embarrassment. They wanted to cheer up their superiors, but found that they could not cheer up. As soon as they raised their hands, when they saw the knife was put down, they also lowered their hands angrily.
"Sir, what is your unit number?"
Daozi also noticed Liu Jinhu's embarrassment, but he still maintained a good demeanor and asked politely.
"I am Liu Jinhu, Major and Captain of the First Detachment of the Ninth Guerrilla Column..." Liu Jinhu answered in a straightforward manner.
Hearing that the person in front of him turned out to be a detachment leader at the same level as Yang Ling, Dao Zi was also stunned, thinking that he was so embarrassed, but the expression on his face did not change at all.
"It turns out to be Chief Liu, nice to meet you." Dao Zi shook hands with Liu Jinhu in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.
"Little brother, which army are you from? Thanks to you this time, otherwise I, Liu Jinhu, might have died today." Liu Jinhu was also full of gratitude towards Daozi and the others.
Daozi replied in a neither humble nor overbearing tone: "Reporting to Chief Liu, we are subordinates of Chief Yang Ling of the Third Guerrilla Detachment and are being ordered to assemble in Huaiyin County."
"Are you the third guerrilla detachment?"
Liu Jinhu was also stunned for a moment, frowned and thought for a moment, then he remembered that the third detachment seemed to have changed its captain. He had never met the new detachment captain Yang Ling.