"Brothers, please listen to me. If you target the little Japs and hit them, then move to the predetermined assembly point. Don't be reluctant to fight!"
A guerrilla platoon leader with a rifle in his hand was lurking in waist-deep grass with his brothers. He was arranging tasks before the attack.
"Do you understand everything?" The dark night made it difficult for the platoon leader to see clearly the faces of the brothers under his command, so he asked again uncertainly.
"Understood!" Several squad leaders responded in unison, with murderous intent in their voices.
Now the Japs are advancing along the highway towards Jiesou. The Japs are in the light and they are in the dark, and they have countless brothers scattered in this area. This is a night that the Japs are destined to be unforgettable.
"Set off!"
The dark and tough platoon leader didn't say any nonsense. With a wave of his hand, the brothers in several squads hunkered down and followed their respective squad leaders into the darkness.
Cold guns and cold artillery fired sparsely in the dark wilderness, the muzzle flames and the flash of explosions flashed away, and the Japanese casualties continued to increase.
Chinese officers and soldiers have never lacked the courage to fight to the death and fight bloody battles, but now that they are guerrillas, they will use flexible guerrilla tactics to constantly harass and kill the Japanese with side attacks and consume the Japanese's vitality.
The little devils marching along the road at the moment were miserable. Faced with constant attacks, their casualties continued to rise, but they could not even catch the guerrillas.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Boom!"
Those guerrilla fighting groups hiding in the dark were very cunning. They hid in pre-dug foxholes, covered with sacks and covered with floating soil, and even lurked a hundred or two hundred meters away from the Japs.
Now the attacks are not only coming from the front and flanks, but attacks are also happening behind the little devils as they pass by. The whizzing bullets hit the devils from time to time, sending the unlucky devils to see the Lord of Hell.
In order to avoid being shot by machine guns because the formation was too dense, the Japanese marching in formation changed to an attack formation. They opened a skirmish line. Once the troops in front were attacked, the machine guns behind them would sweep away the hail of bullets.
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The Japanese's 5th Infantry Squadron was at the forefront of the entire brigade, and they were responsible for eliminating all resistance along the way. However, the cold guns and unpredictable mines still caused their losses to continue to increase.
These devils had never been so aggrieved before. They were almost suppressed and beaten. As time went by, they also became angry.
"boom!"
Gunfire flashed from behind a mound in front, and the head of a Japanese soldier who was walking forward with a gun exploded. The Japanese soldier who was shot fell backwards and fell to the ground under the impact of the bullet.
"Kill Gai Gai!"
The leader of the Japanese forward squadron, who had been attacked by numerous cold guns and explosions, could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He waved his saber forward, and the Japanese soldiers rushed forward like a roar.
"Damn, the devil is crazy, run away!"
Seeing the black mass of Japanese soldiers rushing up quickly, a guerrilla observer in charge of the alert dragged a few brothers beside him and rolled them into the wet paddy field, and ran along the field ridge into the distance.
The offended Japanese soldiers didn't care anymore this time. They didn't care about the mines buried in the ground or the side-attacking rifles. They pursued them fiercely with their heads down, hoping to vent their anger.
The Japanese suddenly began to rush forward without hesitation, which also startled the guerrilla combat groups who were ambushing everywhere, and soon the corners of their mouths turned into sneers.
"Report... report, the Japanese are coming, hundreds of them!"
A panting brother almost rushed to the headquarters of the third battalion at the front, and reported the news that the Japanese were provoked to the battalion commander Shen Biao.
When Shen Biao heard that some of the Japs had separated from the main force and charged lightly, he excitedly slapped his thigh and said, "You damn boy, I can't hold my breath anymore!"
"Pass my order, the machine gun battery, the second battery and the second battery are here to assemble immediately, it's time to eat meat!"
The main force of the Third Battalion had been hiding here to recharge their batteries, but now they heard that some Japanese soldiers were attacking lightly, and they immediately screamed in excitement.
The Japs of the 5th Japs Infantry Squadron were responsible for attacking and advancing. They were always arrogant and did not take the guerrillas who could only fight coldly into consideration at all.
Now the anger went to his head again, so the combat team chasing the guerrillas rushed and fought fiercely, and soon the distance between them and the main force of the brigade was widened.
"Report, the Chinese guerrillas have fled into the village!"
Soon, the Japanese from the Fifth Squadron followed the fleeing guerrilla fighting group to a village with low-rise houses.
Several out-of-breath guerrilla officers and soldiers who were being chased did not hesitate to sneak into the village. However, the fastest team of the Japanese did not dare to enter the dark village rashly, and hurriedly walked towards the middle of the village. The captain asked for instructions.
"The first team will encircle the left side, the second team will encircle the right side, and the rest will follow me for a frontal assault!"
The squadron leader of the Japs was also a brave master of arts. Without any hesitation, he prepared to lead his men to attack the village.
Soon, the two small groups of Japs left the road, jumped into the slippery fields, and surrounded the village on both sides. Their movements were extremely fast. The Japs squadron leader led his men to start the attack head-on.
"Da da da da..."
The Japanese's three machine gun groups swept through the village to conduct fire reconnaissance. After finding that there was no return fire, the Japanese infantry rushed into the village with their backs bent.
"The devil is coming!"
The guerrilla officers and soldiers hiding behind the wall at the entrance of the village patted the dirt that fell on their bodies due to the Japanese machine gun fire, and moved their rifles out of the shooting position.
Accompanied by the sound of gun bolts being pulled, about a company of guerrilla officers and soldiers had established a position along a line of houses on the outskirts of the village.
The brothers in the machine gun team pushed open the window facing the outside of the village, set up the bipod of the crooked machine gun, and pointed the muzzle at the Japanese soldiers who were quickly rushing towards the village.
The brothers of the sniper team were lying on the roofs of the village one by one. Their main task was to attack the enemy's main firepower points and commanders, and they had to wait for the fire to start before taking action.
The Japanese infantry moved very quickly. They covered each other and crossed the ditch obstacles in less than two minutes and rushed to the front of the village.
"Safety!"
A Japanese sergeant who rushed forward hid sideways behind Ishimo, took a few glances forward, found no danger, and made a gesture to the back.
Another Japanese detachment at the back quickly jumped out of the ditch with one hand on the ground, crossed the front detachment in rough clothes, and rushed forward.
"Teng Teng Teng——"
But when they were still more than ten meters away from the next hiding spot, a series of tongues of fire suddenly appeared from behind an opening in the wall.
"Puff puff!"
The Japanese infantrymen who were charging forward barely had time to react before their bodies were pierced by scarlet bullets.
Pillars of mud on the ground splashed, mixed with the blood mist. A small team of Japanese soldiers had no time to react before they huddled on the ground in various postures.
As the distinctive dull roar of the Type 92 heavy machine gun rang out, a company of guerrilla officers and soldiers ambushing in the village opened fire one after another. Suddenly the line of fire tore open the night, and a hail of bullets swept towards the oncoming Japanese.
The Japanese who were alternately charging forward were immediately confused when faced with this sudden attack. Some were still rushing forward bravely, while others were rolling and dodging on the spot.
But in the face of this rain of bullets, all their efforts were in vain. Blood surged wildly, and the bullets made a dull sound when they penetrated the body.
The Japanese who were about to stand up and rush forward quickly retracted and hurriedly fired back in the direction of the village. All of a sudden, the guns and cannons were fired, and the battle started without warning.