The morning light enveloped the rivers, ditches, fields and undulating hills with a chilly air. In the white-frosted fields, large numbers of cold and stiff corpses lay scattered across the fields.
Most of these corpses scattered in the fields were of Japanese soldiers who were shot dead by guerrilla officers and soldiers at night. Occasionally, the bodies of several guerrilla officers and soldiers who were unable to retreat were seen lying in the fields.
After dawn, the gunfire fell silent, and the elusive guerrilla officers and soldiers disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared.
If it weren't for the corpses of their companions lying in the ditch in the wilderness, the Japanese soldiers would have thought they were just having a nightmare.
The Japanese soldiers carrying guns were collecting the corpses of their fallen in the wilderness farmland. Huge bloody holes were opened in the abdomens of many corpses, and some had their entire skulls ripped off.
Those who died who stepped into the guerrilla mine traps were even more miserable. Many people's legs were blown off. The broken legs were lying in the grass with bloody flesh. The Japanese soldiers who had shed all their blood had died, and their solidified legs were already dead.
It turned dark red.
Seeing the miserable appearance of their comrades when they were killed in battle, the Japanese soldiers who were responsible for collecting the corpses of their comrades all looked sad.
They are not those ferocious and violent field army soldiers, but veterans with rich combat experience and decisive and ruthless actions who have been exhausted in successive battles.
Although these Japs soldiers have gone through rigorous training, their fighting will is no longer as good as those Japs troops who invaded China earlier. Even seeing the bodies of these fallen comrades, some people's hearts are churning and they can't help but want to vomit.
These Japanese soldiers who were eager to make achievements were knocked out of their arrogance and arrogance in just one night.
The cold guns of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps made them realize that war was not as easy as they imagined, nor was it as beautiful as domestic propaganda. War was accompanied by cruelty and death, and maybe they would die in the next moment.
Lose.
Thinking of the guerrillas who were hiding in the dark and constantly attacking them last night, these exhausted Japanese soldiers were still frightened.
They knew that they had entered the guerrilla zone and could no longer plunder and enjoy as unscrupulously as they did in Gaoyou. Here, a little carelessness might cost their lives.
The Japanese replacement soldier Suzuki Takeshi stood beside a ditch full of mud. He stared blankly at his comrades who were swollen in the water, with mixed feelings in his heart, because the one who died was his familiar friend in the team. Together, they served as
Replenishment troops were sent to the Chinese battlefield, but now they are dead.
"Suzuki-san, move faster."
Seeing Suzuki Yi standing there without moving, the sergeant commander walked over quickly and spoke to urge him.
"Hiyi."
Hearing the sergeant commander's urging, Suzuki Yi hurriedly put away his sadness, bent down and dragged his friend's body out of the ditch, and walked towards the place where the bodies were piled up.
A night of high-intensity marching and fighting exhausted Suzuki Takeshi's physical strength. Now that he was carrying out such a task of collecting dead bodies, his head was dizzy and his feet were weak.
He and another Japanese soldier spent a lot of effort to send the corpses to a centralized processing place, and here, all the corpses of those killed in battle were gathered here.
Because the fighting was still going on and the roads were completely destroyed and the bodies could not be transported, the battalion leader Kei Hirayama ordered the bodies to be burned on the spot.
Soon, all the corpses were put on the firewood. After the large luggage team performed the ceremony, the raging fire burned and a black smoke rose.
Seeing his friend's body being swallowed up by the fire, Japanese soldier Suzuki Yi felt particularly complicated.
"Go over there and rest. When we regain our strength, we will definitely make the Chinese people pay with their blood!"
Sergeant Commander Kong Wu patted Suzuki Takeshi's shoulder with his strong big hand, his face looked a little ferocious, and he immediately turned around and strode towards a lowland leeward.
Suzuki Takeshi also quickly followed his team to the leeward depression to rest. After eating, the exhausted Japanese soldiers quickly fell asleep holding their guns and wrapped in marching blankets.
After all, he didn't sleep all night last night and was extremely tired now. However, Suzuki Yi, who had lost his best friend, couldn't sleep. He felt uncomfortable looking at Gululu's steaming lunch box.
The Japanese captain, Hirayama Kei, asked the troops who had been fighting all night to rest on the spot. The Japanese soldiers gathered in squadrons and squads to rest in hiding. Apart from the Japanese sentries with guns on guard, they could not see from a distance.
To the Japs troops.
"Have you seen that tree? There is a depression behind the tree. There should be some Japs resting there..."
"There should be some Japanese sleeping behind that slope, and there's still smoke coming out of there."
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While the Japanese soldiers were resting on the spot, on the other side of a river just a few hundred meters away from them, several "straw men" were pointing at the Japanese soldiers.
Major Shen Biao, commander of the guerrilla battalion, personally wore a disguise and came to observe the situation of the Japanese soldiers at close range, and calibrated the firing parameters for the mortars of the machine gun company behind.
Although the Japanese soldiers suffered heavy losses last night, it was night after all. They were not afraid of any guerrillas during the day, so most of the Japanese soldiers were sleeping hard to replenish their energy and recharge their batteries for the next attack.
The sentries were also drowsy and had no idea that the guerrillas would come close to attack them during the day.
The guerrilla battalion commander Shen Biao seized on the Japanese's mentality of underestimating the enemy's carelessness, so he planned to ask the Japanese to give them another big gift when they relaxed.
"Let the artillery squads spread out and don't get together to fight. It would be a joke if the Japanese took over all at once."
Battalion Commander Shen Biao personally came to observe closely and then issued combat orders to the brothers in the machine gun company.
Their machine gun battery now has strong firepower, with only four Type 81 mortars and two Type 92 infantry guns. It can be said that they have suddenly become a wealthy landlord.
In the kid's impression, many of the soldiers in China's regular army are infantrymen armed with a small amount of bullets and various types of artillery, let alone a ragtag group of guerrillas.
But what the Japanese leader Hirayama Jing didn't know was that the current Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps had long since replaced their guns with cannons. Several victories had allowed them to be equipped with all-Japanese weapons, and their firepower had long surpassed that of some regular troops.
"put!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Following the order from the guerrilla battalion commander Shen Biao, the artillery squads concealed close to the Japanese resting areas began to fire rapidly at several slopes and depressions that were suspected to be the Japanese gathering points.
The Japanese soldiers were fast asleep after fighting all night, so they didn't hear the whizzing sound of the shells breaking through the air at all, but the Japanese sentries and Suzuki Yi, who couldn't sleep, did hear it, and looked up lazily.
I didn't expect to be bombarded.
When Suzuki Yi followed the sound and looked around, he happened to see the shells flying past at high speed. His pupils shrank rapidly and his expression changed wildly.
"Boom—boom!"
Before Suzuki Yi could issue a warning sound, the scorching-hot shells had already crashed down, followed by an earth-shattering roar and explosion. Those sleeping Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces by the falling shells.