"Bang!" Wang Ping fired first. As soon as the dull gunshot came out from the barrel, the silent atmosphere of the battlefield was broken.
Wang Decai, who was walking next to the Japanese Army Cao, still had a flattering smile on his face, when a bullet that came through the air hit him directly in the back of the head.
As a bloody hole appeared, Wang Decai's brain quickly burst open and splashed around.
The Japanese soldier who was walking next to Wang Decai undoubtedly had his face stained by the splattered brains.
As for Wang Decai, he didn't react until he died, and even had a flattering smile on his face.
The Japanese soldier was stunned for a moment, and then shouted with a look of horror on his face.
"Baga, the enemy is attacking, counterattack immediately!"
Before he finished speaking, a gunshot like exploding beans rang out from the side of the pipe.
The sergeant clearly felt a pain in his chest, and then saw a bloody hole in his chest caused by a bullet. Warm blood began to flow out of the hole in his chest, and then quickly dyed the surrounding military uniforms red.
"Baga, I've been shot, fight back immediately..." Before the sergeant finished speaking with a horrified cry, he felt his physical strength draining away rapidly as blood continued to flow from his chest.
Then his whole body collapsed on the ground, and his eyelids began to fight.
The Japanese Army Commander knew that he was finished, and before he died, he subconsciously looked around, preparing to take one last look at his subordinates.
However, the picture that greeted him made his already desperate heart become even more desperate.
Most of the more than twenty imperial warriors walking in front and behind him fell to the ground and died. The few warriors who were still alive had already begun to fight back. But as soon as they fired a bullet, they attracted more than a dozen in an instant, and even Dozens of bullets were fired back, and then it was turned into a hornet's nest in an instant.
The two machine guns and grenade launchers that he had placed high hopes on showed no signs of counterattack and all fell down on the official road.
The machine gunners and grenade launchers were either shot in the head or shot in the chest and fell next to their weapons.
As long as other machine gunners make moves to get closer to the machine gun, they will immediately attract several bullets.
As for the puppet troops walking in front and behind the team, several officers who were loyal to the empire were all beaten to death and fell to the ground with their lives lost.
The remaining ordinary puppet soldiers were all lying on the ground with their heads in their hands, motionless even as bullets were flying above their heads.
The Eighth Route Army who ambushed him obviously did it deliberately. As long as the puppet troops did not move, bullets would not hit them. They were specifically watching the Imperial soldiers who were still alive on the battlefield. As long as there were Imperial soldiers still alive, they would immediately concentrate their firepower and shoot.
At this time, if the Japanese sergeant could still move, he would definitely pick up his weapon and shoot several puppet soldiers himself, forcing them to fight back.
However, his physical strength was rapidly depleted and he could no longer move. He could not even speak. He could only watch the imperial soldiers and puppet army officers loyal to the empire being beaten to death one by one.
The intensive and chaotic gunshots lasted for less than half a minute. Before his death, the sergeant saw more than a hundred Eighth Route Army troops rushing down from one side of the official road.
The more than 40 puppet soldiers who were still alive did not even have the intention to resist, and simply surrendered to the Eighth Route Army.
What made the sergeant most angry was that the Eighth Route Army who rushed down completely ignored the surrendered puppet soldiers and stabbed them with their bayonets when they came up, holding rifles with bayonets fixed. They didn't care whether the imperial soldiers who fell on the ground were still alive. Some were even stabbed four or five times in a row, which was simply an insult to the Imperial warriors.
The sergeant wanted to scold the Eighth Route Army for being despicable, but before the curse could be uttered, a bayonet with a cold light pierced his heart from behind. The sergeant, who was already on his last breath, died in despair.
More than 80 Japanese and puppet troops ended the battle in only half a minute without using machine guns.
Cheng Xiao was immediately shocked by this dazzling battle, but as an old political cadre, he reacted quickly, and then loudly ordered his subordinates to clean the battlefield and collect the prisoners.
Seeing Wang Ping standing in front of a prisoner asking questions, Cheng Xiao immediately ran over.
"Battal Commander, I apologize to you! When you decided to use 5,000 rounds of ammunition to train troops, I firmly opposed it and even had a quarrel with you. Looking at it now, those 5,000 rounds of ammunition were well spent."
"Without those bullets to practice marksmanship, the soldiers' shooting would certainly not have improved, and the battle would not have gone so smoothly."
"I just checked. Each puppet soldier has sixty rounds of ammunition. Plus the Japanese ones, even if it doesn't have five thousand rounds, it's almost there! Plus sixty or seventy rifles, two machine guns, and a grenade launcher.
Damn it, we will definitely make a profit in this battle!"
Wang Ping shook his head and replied: "No, Lao Cheng, equipment and ammunition are not the biggest gains from this ambush!"
"Have you seen the dozens of captured puppet soldiers? I asked just now. They used to be Jinsui soldiers. They were forced by the regiment commander to become puppet soldiers. For most ordinary soldiers, they do not want to be puppet soldiers.
, and he never made any mistakes when he was a puppet soldier!"
"They have combat experience and no bad records. As long as they are willing to join our Eighth Route Army, they will definitely be the best soldiers!"
"With more than 40 prisoners, we can recruit a platoon of veterans. However, we must do a good job of screening. Those veterans in the prison camp who have done bad things must not be recruited!"
Cheng Xiao understood immediately and replied with eyes shining: "Batalion Commander, give me a day. After one day, I will definitely give you a platoon of new recruits!"
After replenishing a company with a captured crooked handle and a grenade launcher, Wang Ping led his troops towards Shuiquan Village.
Although the ambush battlefield was more than ten miles away from Shuiquan Village, the sound of gunfire like exploding beans still faintly reached the Japanese and puppet army stronghold in Shuiquan Village.
But because the gunshots lasted too short and were all made by the 38-year-old Gai, the Japanese team leader didn't take it too seriously.
In his understanding, the equipment on Tubal Road is poor and miscellaneous, and it is impossible for a unit to be equipped with all the Sanba Gai. In this case, the gunfire just now must have been fired by the guerrillas on Tubal Road when they went out to mop up the troops.
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However, as the day went by, the sky gradually darkened, and the troops who went out to clean up the area did not return, the team leader felt something was wrong.
But even so, the team leader still didn't realize that the troops who went out to clean up had encountered something unexpected.
After all, it is surrounded by the territory of the Imperial Army. Even if there are Tubal guerrillas, they can't do anything to the mopping up troops they send out.
Early the next morning, the team leader sent several subordinates and a squad of puppet troops to search in the direction of the mopping up troops, hoping to encounter the mopping up troops.
However, they found nothing all the way to yesterday's ambush battlefield.
However, the three Japanese soldiers discovered something was wrong.
Having been on the battlefield for a long time, they suddenly smelled the vague smell of blood in the air, even though the ambush battle had ended for nearly twenty hours, and most of the traces of the battle had been cleaned up.
