The little devil wearing a cold steel helmet was baring his teeth and howling, just like those wild dogs wandering in the wilderness, which looked quite intimidating.
After the third attack was repulsed and the gunfire stopped for half an hour, the Japanese's fourth attack began again.
In a short period of time, Wang Huzi and the others had been beaten back two miles, but they were like tough steel, but they did not allow the little devil to please them.
The Japanese soldiers, covered in blood and mud, rushed forward again with their snow-white bayonets shining. They looked as if they were going to eat Wang Huzi and the others alive.
"Big Stick, are you done yet?"
The sharp knife company commander Daozi's face was opened with a bloody groove by shrapnel. Although he was bandaged in time to stop the bleeding, his face was also disfigured and his eyes were filled with hatred for the Japanese.
"Okay, okay-"
A brother with his hat tilted on his head pulled the fuse of the explosive pack and ran back while answering.
"Puff!"
The Japanese were also charging and fighting, rushing upward desperately. Their artillery shells had been almost consumed in the previous rounds, and now only the infantry was left howling.
The brothers from the knife company with the sharp knife company fought for a while. Seeing that the Japanese had rushed closer, he shouted "Zhahu", and the brothers ran back without looking back.
In the past battles with the Japs, if you run backward on the battlefield, you will definitely be subject to battlefield discipline. If you are not charged with deserting, you will be charged with fear of war.
But when fighting guerrillas against the Japs on the battlefield behind enemy lines, the use of various tactics is much more flexible, unlike in frontal battlefields where every inch of land must be fought for.
The current task of Wang Huzi and the others is to contain the Japanese and buy Qinghe Town time to react.
Although it can be regarded as a frontal blockade, this blockade is a layer-by-layer blockade. There is no need to fight to the end with the little devil. If you see that one blocking position cannot be defended, then retreat to another position.
Three infantry companies and a machine gun company took turns fighting against the Japs, with the ones in front holding on while those behind quickly repaired their positions.
Although they were forcefully forced back about two miles, the little devils became more and more desperate, because after they captured a position, they found that there was another position behind them, which made them very powerless.
Knife led his brothers to run backwards in embarrassment. Sometimes they were fast and sometimes slow. They did not run in a straight line, but ran in turns.
Even though the little devil's marksmanship was accurate and he fired like a thunderbolt for a while, it did not cause much damage to the guerrilla officers and soldiers. Now the tactical literacy of the guerrilla officers and soldiers is no longer the same.
The battlefield is the best training ground. The daily cold-blooded shootings of the little devils in Qinghe Town have trained their battlefield survivability, and the successive battles have made them continue to transform.
The little devil screamed and rushed to the blocking position, which was in a mess. From a distance, he saw Knife and the others running with their buttocks stuck out.
Behind a hidden mound, Ma Dabangzi of the demolition team was taking a deep breath from the cigarette he had taken from the Japanese.
The sparks from the cigarette butt flickered towards the fuse of the explosive pack. Looking at the Japanese who were aiming at the brothers, his dark and thin face was full of ferocity.
The fuse burst into flames and he quickly headed straight for the position. The little Japanese stared at the retreating guerrilla officers and soldiers, unaware that the burning fuse was rapidly approaching.
"Nani?" A kid noticed a spark coming towards his feet quickly, and he froze on the spot in shock.
Before the little devil could react, the fuse had already detonated the explosive package buried under his feet.
"Boom!"
Amidst the earth-shattering roar, the little devil felt a huge tearing force, and then his body flew up lightly.
The fire and smoke from the explosion formed a huge mushroom cloud, and more than a dozen five-kilogram explosive bags exploded together. The formation was truly earth-shattering, and it directly swallowed up the Japanese who rushed to the blocking position.
The Japanese squadron leader Miyasaka was holding up Cao Changjing to observe. When he saw a series of explosions suddenly occurred in the guerrilla blocking position, he was shocked and speechless.
The shock wave generated by the explosion lifted the Japs into the sky, and the iron gravel and explosive fragments filled in the explosive bags formed a steel storm, leaving the Japs who were lifted up in the sky covered in blood and flesh.
Before many Japanese soldiers could fall down, the new blast knocked them upside down. The blocking position was like a boat caught in a storm in the vast ocean, crumbling.
When the explosion was over, all that was left of the Japanese infantry team that rushed to the blocking position were their bloody and broken limbs, and their broken firearms were scattered everywhere around the pit, which was too horrible to look at.
"Hey, if the tiger doesn't show off its power, it still thinks we are sick cats."
Seeing that there was not a single living person standing on the blocking position, the brothers in the demolition team beamed with joy.
"Bagaya road!"
The Japanese squadron leader Miyasaka was so angry that his face was livid. He did not expect that this squadron had such strong fighting power. No wonder the team they were chasing were all shattered.
The huge casualties made Miyasaka, the squadron leader of the Little Japs, really stimulated. If he could not completely eliminate the squadron in front of him, then he would not be able to explain to the squadron leader Yamaguchi Akamatsu.
"Attack! Attack!"
Squadron Leader Miyasaka was howling crazily, and the little devil like a mad dog pounced on Wang Huzi and the others again.
Although the Japs charged very fiercely, Wang Huzi and the others did not accept the attacks. They retreated if they could not be beaten. From time to time, they would leave a mine for the Japs to attack, and sharpshooters on the flanks also harassed them from time to time.
This style of play by Wang Huzi and others made Miyasaka Squadron extremely uncomfortable. In addition to increasing casualties, victory seemed far away.
Liu Jinhu, the leader of the first guerrilla detachment, initially felt that Wang Huzi and the others were overestimating their capabilities by setting up blocking positions along the highway to resist the Japs.
But when he saw Wang Huzi and the others' flexible tactics, beating the little Japanese to the point of losing their armor, he was completely convinced.
If they had followed Wang Huzi's approach before, they would have wiped out the little devils long ago, and how could they have been chased and beaten by the little devils.
He was now even more shocked by the strength of the Third Guerrilla Detachment. Only one guerrilla battalion could fight against the Japanese and a strengthened squadron head-on. If they were all assembled, I am afraid that the little Japanese in this squadron would have to flee.
In fact, Liu Jinhu didn't understand Yang Ling's fighting style. For Yang Ling and others, in the battle with the Japs, those who can annihilate them all will never be defeated.
Wang Huzi and the others fought to the death with the Japs on the highway for a long time, and Yang Ling led Wu Changqing's second battalion to the battlefield.
Yang Ling did not let the Second Battalion directly provide reinforcements. Instead, he walked a few kilometers away and waded through several ditches, then went directly behind the Miyasaka Squadron and launched an attack.
When Gongsaka, with a livid face, directed the Japanese to attack Wang Huzi's fifth blocking position, an elite group of guerrilla officers and soldiers came up from behind to cover them up.
The Miyasaka Squadron encountered a sudden attack from behind. The ammunition left in the car was first taken away in a pot, although they seized a hill on the roadside and carried it to death.
But the Japs who lost their ammunition were like tigers without their teeth, so they just kept blathering. Faced with the superior strength of the guerrilla officers and soldiers, Miyasaka Squadron was destroyed in just two hours.