The ground was frozen hard and the air was so cold that people shivered. The guerrilla officers and soldiers lurking in the fields huddled up, but the raging cold wind still prevented them from feeling the slightest warmth.
"There are quite a few Japs. Judging from the size, they should have the strength of an infantry brigade..."
The forward observation sentry reported the enemy situation he observed to Shen Biao, the commander on this front, while warming his hands that were red from the cold.
The guerrilla officers and soldiers of the Jiangsu North Corps under Yang Ling had already entered this combat area, and Shen Biao volunteered to lead the troops at the forefront of the entire battlefield.
"Damn, the little devil is really generous. He has a full brigade as soon as he takes action." Hearing that the little devil has arrived as a brigade, the guerrilla battalion commander Shen Biao showed a teasing smile on his face.
He is not a young boy who just graduated from the military academy. Instead, he is a veteran who has fought countless bloody battles with Japs on the battlefield. Naturally, he knows what it means to be a team of Japs, which means strong strength.
Not to mention the strength of a mere guerrilla battalion, even if the entire North Jiangsu Corps and a Japanese brigade were to face each other head-on, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to gain any advantage.
Although there is no advantage in confronting the Japs in a head-on confrontation, their Northern Jiangsu Corps is a guerrilla formation, so they will not really go head-to-head with the Japs.
In this area of water network with crisscrossed fields, rivers and ditches, even if the Japanese come as a unit, let alone a large group, they will be able to chew up the dregs of the little Japanese.
"Want to go up and fuck a guy?"
The small wounds on Deputy Battalion Commander Luo Feng's face have not yet healed, and he looks particularly ferocious. But at this moment, his eyes are shining with excitement, and he is eager to try.
Battalion Commander Shen Biao took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth to light it. He leaned back against the field and took a puff of the cigarette and said with a smile: "Lao Luo, what are you in a hurry for? The meat is all covered in the pot." , are you still afraid of flying?"
The deputy battalion commander Luo Feng, who was holding a sharp ghost-headed knife in his hand, reminded: "Brother Shen, most of our brothers in the third battalion came from Commander Ma's side. Now we are in front, but there are many eyes watching from behind. Now, if we don't play well, not to mention that the brothers will not be able to hold their heads high in the future, I am afraid that you and I will not be able to stand in the Jiangsu North Corps."
Shen Biao Shen Biao nodded: "I know everything you said, so we must be more cautious in this first battle. If we want to fight, we must fight a beautiful battle of annihilation. If we go up and take a bite so casually, if we bite the wrong place , Not to mention not being able to eat meat, it would be a shame if you chewed out your teeth."
Luo Feng saw Shen Biao's confident look and knew that Shen Biao had an idea, so he asked, "Then how do you think we should fight?"
Shen Biao did not play casually, and directly analyzed: "The little devil came here at night just to catch us by surprise. Now that we have discovered it, we must either go back and look for the next opportunity, or change the sneak attack into a strong attack to improve our performance." The marching speed is straight to the head of the world."
"You see, instead of retreating, the little devils are still marching forward. They want to attack our leader. The morale of the little devils is now strong. If we fight them head-on, we will suffer a loss."
"What do you mean?" Luo Feng looked at battalion commander Shen Biao and felt that Shen Biao's analysis was good.
Shen Biao showed a meaningful smile and said: "Since the little devils want to attack the leader of the world, then we will follow their wishes. The main force will not move for now to avoid their sharp edges, and let the combat groups that ambush in advance bleed them and delay them along the way. Their actions, after they can no longer move, the main force will surround them and fight them. It is up to us to decide whether to eat meat or gnaw bones."
Shen Biao and his brothers from the Third Guerrilla Battalion had already made complete preparations in this area. If the Japs wanted to pass easily, they would have to fly over.
Soon, the combat order for flank attack and bloodletting was passed to the company, platoon and independent combat team through various channels, and all combat units also took active action.
It is a risk for the Japanese to break into an unfamiliar area at night to fight, because there are too many uncertain factors, and under the cover of night, many situations cannot be seen clearly.
The Japs were still marching forward along the bumpy road. The Japs infantry were trotting forward, huffing and puffing from exhaustion.
And in the wild fields around them under the cover of night, small groups of guerrilla fighting groups were like ghosts, silently approaching the Japanese marching on the road.
The Japs marched very fast. Thanks to their good training and food supply, their endurance and explosive power were very strong.
Except for the fact that they had suffered a sudden attack and lost about a small squad of troops, half an hour had passed without any sign of the guerrillas.
The Japanese captain Hirayama, who was riding a horse, looked at the troops marching with sonorous and powerful steps and the dark night surrounding the highway. Years of experience in combat made him feel that something was wrong, it was too quiet.
They have now entered the guerrilla zone. They had exchanged fire with the guerrilla sentries before, but why didn't the guerrillas react at all?
Is there some conspiracy?
Captain Hirayama Kei's brows furrowed into the Chinese character "Chuan". Now the guerrillas were hiding and he was hiding. This feeling of not having enough control over the battle situation made him feel bad.
He even wanted the troops to camp on the spot and wait until dawn before advancing to the frontier, because marching at night in an unfamiliar area with the knowledge of the guerrillas was too risky.
"Report, the detachment leader called to inquire about the current location of my brigade." At this time, a Japanese communications soldier rushed to Hirayama Jing, stood at attention and saluted.
Captain Hirayama Kei turned his attention to the combat staff, who hurriedly said: "Now we have arrived near Laohekou."
"Reply the call, our unit has arrived at Laohekou, and is expected to launch an attack on Jieshou on time at dawn." After thinking for a few seconds, Captain Hirayama Kei said to the communications soldier with a serious face.
"Hi Yi!" The Japanese communications soldier immediately turned and left, preparing to call back.
The detachment leader's intervention forced Hirayama Kei, who originally wanted to play it safe, to bite the bullet and let the troops continue to move forward.
Soon, there was a huge bang in front of him. The sudden roar and flash frightened the horse that Hirayama Kei was sitting on. He neighed and almost fell off the horse.
"Enemy attack! Concealment!"
Fortunately, the Japanese soldiers had been attacked before and were on high alert. When they saw an explosion in front of them, the troops marching on the road dispersed to the roadside with a crash.
Hirayama Keiya hid under the embankment of the road under the protection of the guards, and poked half of his head towards the place where the explosion occurred to check the situation.
Soon, there were Japanese soldiers trotting back from the front to report that the vanguard team stepped on a mine buried on the road, and two people had their legs blown off.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Before the Japs here could finish speaking, several red lights suddenly appeared in the distant fields, and several artillery shells dragged dazzling light trajectories and hit the side of the road.
In the fire and flames, several more of the Japanese who were hiding by the road were blown over, and the injured Japanese screamed in agony.
"Da da da da..."
The Japs' machine gunner reacted quickly and immediately fired back with a barrage of bullets. Soon, more bullets followed and began to fight back, and the wilderness became lively.
What the livid-faced Hirayama Jing didn't know was that this was just the beginning. They were just a piece of exposed fat, and the guerrilla fighting groups hiding in the fields had already exposed their fangs and were ready to take a bite at any time.