Outside Jinguling Mountain, the puppet troops marched toward the mountain pass for more than two thousand days at a very fast speed.
The leader of the group was Major Saburo Nakata, the Japanese commander, who marched on both legs like his subordinates.
"Da da da……"
A machine gun was set up on the left side of the team on the edge of a ravine and fired towards the road.
The Japanese and puppet soldiers walking on it were like living targets, and two people were swept away in an instant, both Japanese soldiers.
In normal times, the nearby Japanese and puppet troops would definitely counterattack on the spot. They would first use light and heavy machine guns and grenade launchers to suppress the fire, and then send two troops to outflank and kill the sneak attackers.
Today is different.
After being attacked, the Japanese showed no signs of fighting back.
The follow-up troops bypassed the two corpses and continued to move forward, as if the sneak attack had never happened.
Saburo Nakata was walking in the middle of the team. Although he didn't comment on the sneak attack just now, it didn't mean that he didn't have any thoughts in his heart.
Along the way, the troops suffered several sneak attacks. He clearly remembered how many people were killed and injured.
According to his idea, if the Eighth Route Army kills one of its own subordinates, when it comes time to retaliate, it will have to kill at least three of its subordinates.
Because he had a mission, he kept silent.
At this time, some people will say that since the Japanese have no time to retaliate, they must hope that the Eighth Route Army will make as few sneak attacks as possible.
The truth is exactly the opposite.
On the contrary, Saburo Nakata hoped that there would be more such sneak attacks, the better.
Everyone knew that the Eighth Route Army sneak attack on them was to buy time for the people in the mountains to move.
The higher the frequency and scale of sneak attacks on oneself, the greater the pressure on the Eighth Route Army to relocate civilians, and the higher the chance of catching them.
Thinking of this, Saburo Nakata once again urged the troops to speed up their march.
At the mountain pass two kilometers ahead, the Second Company of the Independent Battalion stood ready, waiting for the Japanese and puppet troops to come over.
Company commander Li Zhiyong stood on the high ground of the mountain pass and looked outside the mountain with a look of anticipation.
The terrain here is so good, the trumpet-shaped mountain pass is like a natural pocket formation, and he plans to eat part of the Japanese and puppet troops here.
Normally, he would not dare to take such a risk. Using a company of troops to tear off a piece of flesh from the body of more than 2,000 puppet soldiers would be no different from pulling a tooth from a tiger's mouth.
Today is different.
The Japanese and puppet troops were eager to get to the hiding place of the villagers. After the rearguard troops were attacked, they would rather cut off their wrists than turn around to reinforce, which would waste time.
"Sir, we are going into the mountains ahead!" the deputy captain walking beside Saburo Nakata reminded him as he hurried on.
"The terrain there is very suitable for an ambush. Do you want to order the troops to slow down their marching speed and wait for the reconnaissance troops to find out before entering."
Saburo Nakata refused without hesitation: "There is no need to investigate."
"Before setting off, I studied the terrain there on the map. It is indeed very suitable for an ambush, but the available terrain is too small. The pocket formation can only accommodate two to three hundred of us."
"If the Eighth Route Army really plans to stage an ambush there, I can't help but wish for it."
"We can just attack from inside and outside, break through the mountain pass in the shortest time, and kill towards the hiding spot inside the mountain."
After thinking for a few seconds, the deputy captain said with admiration: "Sir, you are wise."
"Deploying pocket formations there is really detrimental to the Eighth Route Army. They will most likely use the favorable terrain to block and harass us like they did outside the mountains, slowing down the march of the troops."
Upon hearing this, Saburo Nakata frowned.
The mountains are no different than the mountains outside. There are terrains that can be used everywhere.
This means that after the troops enter the mountains, the frequency of sneak attacks by the Eighth Route Army is several times higher than outside the mountains, and the casualties are also several times higher.
This was the last result he wanted to see. He thought for a moment and ordered: "The troops must speed up after entering the mountain, otherwise our casualties will definitely increase sharply."
"But we don't have to worry too much."
"Intelligence shows that we can find the Chinese hiding spot within four kilometers of the mountain."
"As long as the troops march fast enough, we can definitely control the casualties within our acceptable range."
The vice-captain was shocked. This question was something he had never thought of before.
But he quickly came to his senses, looked at the captain with even more admiration, and quickly replied: "I am humble enough to give orders now."
On the mountain pass high ground, everyone except the company commander Li Zhiyong was nervous.
This battle is too mysterious.
Although the company commander repeatedly assured that there would be no problem, the Japanese and puppet troops were too strong. Any accident could put the company in a tight siege and be swallowed up to nothing by the Japanese and puppet troops.
It was not until the forward troops of the Japanese and puppet troops rushed to the mountain pass, entered the pocket formation after simple fire reconnaissance, and then entered the mountain that everyone's tense nerves relaxed.
"It's done..." Seeing this scene, Li Zhiyong was also excited.
With excitement, he ordered: "Tell comrades to turn off the safety of the gun. No one can shoot in advance without my order."
"Our target was the rear troops of the Japanese and puppet troops, and everyone restrained themselves.
On the mountain road, seeing the forward troops successfully pass through the mountain pass, the deputy captain's tense nerves also relaxed.
Although the captain's analysis is very reasonable, there is a high probability that the Eighth Route Army will not set up an ambush at the mountain pass and seek death.
But this is a battlefield and anything can go wrong.
What's more, his opponent is the garrison. They are famous for attacking the enemy by surprise. No one can guarantee whether they will use the favorable terrain of the mountain pass to come up with some other conspiracy.
The forward troops passed safely, and the deputy captain was at least 80% sure that the mountain pass was not dangerous.
Saburo Nakata was also very happy. He didn't know what his deputy was thinking.
But the fact that the reconnaissance team passed the mountain pass safely showed that their judgment was correct.
He immediately ordered: "The troops will speed up their march and pass through the mountain pass in the shortest possible time."
"We will definitely be attacked by the Eighth Route Army there. The troops should ignore these sneak attacks and quickly pass through the mountain pass."
"The devil is coming!"
On the mountain pass high ground, the instructor clenched his fists and said excitedly.
"Calm down!" Li Zhiyong forced himself to calm down, picked up a rifle, and aimed at the mountain road through the crosshairs.
The Japanese troops were in front and the puppet troops were behind, forming a two-way formation. Their weapons were either carried on their shoulders or carried on their backs, and they marched very fast.
The nearly one-kilometer-long team covered most of it in just five minutes.
The rear troops were a battalion of puppet troops. In order to prevent themselves from becoming a lone army and being divided and eaten by the enemy, they clung tightly behind the main troops, keeping a distance of fifty meters and not daring to be too far apart.
The rifle in Li Zhiyong's hand kept shaking, and then suddenly stopped after half a minute. He found the puppet battalion commander who was surrounded by his subordinates like stars holding the moon in front of him, and set the sight of the rifle bit by bit.
The instructor lay next to him, keeping an eye on the puppet troops on the mountain road, and after they all got into the pocket formation, he reminded Li Zhiyong to shoot.
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