Li Hao stared at the map and analyzed: "Since the Japanese believe that we are a powerful enemy and will not dare to counterattack Laishui unless we are solved, then we will make the little Japanese's judgment true."
"Captain Zhou, take out the 1st, 4th, and 7th companies, strengthen each company with three mortars and three heavy machine guns. Set off now, move to the vicinity of the Japs assembly area, and fight freely."
"I don't care whether they are attacking a stronghold or using a strategy to ambush the Japanese. They must achieve some results tonight. The bigger the momentum, the better. It will make the Japanese think that they have at least one main battalion of troops, forcing the Japanese to assemble troops to besiege them."
"The rest of the Independent Regiment are on standby and will try to kill the three infantry squadrons that came in the morning after dark. If there is no chance, wait for other fighters."
"The guard company of the garrison, the 2nd Battalion and the 4th Company, set off now, with the infantry platoon as a unit, and immediately rush to the search troops sent out by the Japanese army. Two hours later, they will launch an attack at the same time, so that they do not know that we are hiding here."
On the highway, except for a few little devils who were on guard, everyone else was collecting the corpses for cremation.
The Japanese commander who led the team was a major. His face turned red with anger as he watched the corpses being cremated.
He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and wanted to curse.
If there were a Chinese standing in front of me at this time, he would definitely cut it into pieces to vent his hatred.
“Boom… da da da…”
There was a sudden explosion in the woods to the northeast, followed closely by the sound of machine gun fire.
The voice was very small, but the Major could still hear it clearly.
The whole person immediately became energetic and shouted loudly: "Gather the troops quickly and get ready to attack."
"The gunshots came from the northeast. As soon as we are sure that the Eighth Route Army is hiding there, we will kill them immediately."
"Send a signal to the aviation force and ask them to go together. After finding the Eighth Route Army, bomb it first. We will blow up the enemy and then we can attack. Otherwise, we will definitely be no match."
The troops who were collecting the corpses seemed to have been stimulated. They became excited together with the deputy captain, staring at the direction where the gunfire came from, eager to try.
"Sir, judging from the sound of gunfire, there is about a company of the Eighth Route Army attacking our search team, and they are also equipped with heavy machine guns." A second lieutenant in charge of security ran over and reported.
The deputy captain was anxious to find someone to vent his anger on, and made a decisive decision: "The Eighth Route Army we are looking for must be over there."
"The troops will be dispatched now and march quickly to kill them."
"Contact the aviation force and attack immediately. If you find the Eighth Route Army, bomb it without waiting for us."
"The Eighth Route Army is so cunning. We finally caught them. We must not let them slip away again."
The deputy captain carried a command knife at his waist. He had just walked less than fifty meters and before entering the mountain, there was a burst of gunfire from the southeast.
Just as they stopped, another subordinate ran over and reported: "Sir, the Eighth Route Army has also appeared southwest of us, with a strength of about one company."
Two minutes later, the same gunfire came from other directions in the forest.
The deputy captain was confused and frowned and cursed: "Why are every search team attacked by the Eighth Route Army, and they are all from the same company of the Eighth Route Army?"
"Who can tell me where the main force of the Eighth Route Army is?"
A squadron leader replied: "Sir, the Eighth Route Army attacked all our search teams at the same time. They must be trying to confuse us and confuse us so that we can't distinguish between their true and false intentions."
"Do you even need to say this? Even a fool knows the purpose of the Eighth Route Army?" the deputy captain cursed with dissatisfaction.
"What I want is a solution. How to distinguish the reality of these attacks and find out the specific location of the Eighth Route Army."
The scolded squadron leader's face immediately turned red, and he lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
The gunfire stopped after more than ten minutes, and several people had not yet figured out a solution.
The vice-captain could only suppress the idea of venting his anger and ordered helplessly: "The troops will stay where they are. The aviation troops will go to conduct low-altitude reconnaissance first. We will attack after the specific location is determined.
Ten minutes passed and the vice-captain did not receive any news.
Half an hour passed, and the planes that rushed to the battlefield began to return one after another. When they flew over everyone's heads, they all made a futile attempt to return.
The deputy captain became more and more disappointed as he waited, and when he was about to give up, a sergeant with wounds all over his body was brought over.
After seeing himself, he cried and reported with a look of sorrow and anger: "Sir, the troops entering the mountain are finished. You must avenge them, otherwise the warriors will die with their eyes open!"
"The Eighth Route Army was so cunning. They were equipped with a large number of light and heavy machine guns. They lurked in the woods and ambush us. Everyone died. I only escaped under the desperate cover of my superiors."
The deputy captain opened his mouth, not believing the report of his subordinates at all: "An entire infantry squadron is dead? This is impossible. How long has it been? You must be wrong."
The sergeant rushed out from the pile of dead people. He is equivalent to a person who has died once and has nothing to be afraid of.
Faced with the officer's questioning, he did not flinch at all and answered firmly: "Sir, my comrades, squad leader, and squadron leader are all dead. There is no need to joke with you with their lives because of your humble position."
"The search team where I was working was suddenly attacked by more than thirty Eighth Route Army troops. They were equipped with one heavy machine gun and three light machine guns."
"Before everyone can react, more than half of the dozen warriors have been killed or injured."
"The squad leader was nearby at the time, and he led his troops to kill him in time, so that the humble officer had the opportunity to run back and report."
The squadron leader next to him chose to believe it, looked at the deputy captain and asked: "Sir, the entire search team was destroyed, and the aviation force didn't find it. The gunfire just now was so chaotic that we couldn't determine which direction the Eighth Route Army was hiding."
"Unless we continue to send people into the mountain to search."
"We can no longer send people into the mountains." The vice-captain shook his head and refused.
"The Eighth Route Army can kill an infantry squadron, and it can certainly kill the troops that continue to march into the mountains."
"I'm sure that the Eighth Route Army that just attacked the search team is hiding nearby, watching us with eager eyes."
"If you send people into the mountains again, you will give them military exploits in vain."
The squadron leader only thought of this one way. After being rejected by the deputy captain, he had no idea. His brows became deeper and deeper, and finally he pinned his hope on the deputy captain.
"Sir, I can't think of any other way. What do you think we should do next?"
The vice-captain thought for a long time and seemed to make a strong decision. He gritted his teeth and replied: "Retreat to the assembly area. We can't stay here any longer."
"It will be dark in a few hours. If the Eighth Route Army can kill Kato's brigade, it will definitely be easy to kill us."
"I don't want to be killed without even knowing the other person's identity."
At the gathering place of the Japanese troops, seeing that they had returned in vain and lost an infantry squadron, the chief of staff wanted to get angry. He raised his right hand and wanted to slap the opponent twice.
But when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.
If you put yourself in that position, you really can't think of any other way besides retreating.
The right hand that was about to be struck also retracted, and he ordered helplessly: "That's all, although you returned in vain, you are lucky to have brought back two infantry squadrons from under the eyes of the Eighth Route Army."
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