"Boom, boom, boom..." The sudden explosion broke the tranquility of the county town, and a large number of fireballs and black smoke rose from the four walls at the same time.
The garrison headquarters immediately became lively.
The phone rang, the communications officer's call, the commander's order... all rang out immediately.
A staff officer put down the phone, strode to the chief of staff and reported: "Sir, the garrison in the west of the city reported that at least one battalion of the Eighth Route Army launched another attack on them, equipped with at least three mortars and three heavy machine guns."
"Mortars have done a lot of damage to our troops. Two heavy machine guns have been blown up, and nearly fifty Imperial and Imperial Army soldiers have been killed and injured."
As soon as the staff officer finished speaking, another staff officer put down the phone and ran over: "Sir, the north of the city was attacked by at least one main battalion of the Eighth Route Army. The other party was equipped with mortars and heavy machine guns. We suffered heavy losses..."
At this moment, a large number of calls from staff officers and soldiers were heard from the headquarters.
Several staff officers simultaneously held up the microphone and called each other, "Moses, Moses...". A few seconds later, a very nervous staff officer came over.
"Sir, all telephone connections between us and the garrison on the city wall have been cut off... I have ordered the telephone soldiers to check the line. Before the phone is connected, the commander can only send the order soldiers to contact the front line."
"Baga..." The chief of staff finally made a move, clenching his fists and cursing.
"The Eighth Route Army must have sneaked into the city and cut off the phone lines, causing the front line to lose command, disrupting our deployment, and disrupting our military morale."
"Order all telephone soldiers in the headquarters to dispatch, and the phone must be connected within half an hour."
"Immediately send messengers to contact the garrison on the city wall: order them to defend the city wall. I will have artillery support them at the critical moment."
"Order the gendarmerie, police, and special forces to strengthen patrols in the city."
"Martial law has been imposed in the city. No one except the imperial army is allowed to take to the streets."
"So everyone else who appears outside now must be enemies. When patrols encounter such people, they don't need to ask why, they just shoot them."
"Send a telegram to the military headquarters: The Eighth Route Army has begun to attack the county town, please reinforce the troops and speed up their march."
Inside the county town, a group of ten soldiers from the reconnaissance company lurked in the alley, quietly waiting for their prey to take the bait.
They cut off part of the telephone line connecting the headquarters to the city wall. At this moment, they were lying in ambush at the crime scene, waiting for the Japanese telephone soldiers to fall into their trap.
"Squad leader, here are three little devils..." A soldier not far away ran over and reported.
"Kill them with pistols!" the squad leader ordered.
Three telephone soldiers, carrying telephone cords and tool boxes on their backs, and holding rifles in their hands, ran into the boxes very vigilantly and searched along the telephone lines.
After finding the severed telephone line, the three Japanese soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and lost most of their vigilance.
A Japanese soldier stood nearby with a gun on guard, while two Japanese soldiers put their rifles aside and took out tool boxes to prepare for wiring.
"Papa…papapa…"
A head suddenly appeared on the courtyard wall more than ten meters away from them, and then they saw a box cannon stretched out and fired at them.
At close range, the box gun's firepower is comparable to that of a light machine gun.
The bullet flew out of the barrel and flew towards the three little devils in a fan shape.
The guarded Japanese soldier bore the brunt of the attack. Before he could react, two bullets had penetrated his body and he fell to the ground with a scream.
The two Japanese soldiers squatting on the ground were just about to touch their guns when the bullets came whizzing towards them and drilled several holes in their bodies.
"Go up three men and hide the corpse of the Japanese. Take off your uniform. I'll use it later!" The squad leader's expression was calm. He didn't smile because his subordinates killed the three messengers. He ordered calmly.
They are soldiers of a reconnaissance company, a unit whose combat effectiveness is second only to the commando team. Hunting and killing Japanese phone soldiers behind enemy lines is as common as a daily routine and is not something to be proud of at all.
At this time, a veteran ran over and reminded: "Squad leader, there was a gunshot here just now. The Japanese and puppet troops patrolling in the city will definitely come and kill after hearing the news. We only have one squad. Do you want to move to a new position and fight again?"
The monitor shook his head and refused: "No need!"
"I fired the gun just now on purpose, otherwise the three telephone soldiers wouldn't have been worth wasting so many pistol bullets."
The veteran suddenly realized and said: "Squad leader, you want to use gunshots to attract the Japanese and puppet patrols!"
"But we are only one class. What if too many Japanese and puppet troops come to kill us?"
"It can't be too many!" the monitor analyzed.
"All the Japanese and puppet troops who were able to scale the city wall have scaled the city wall. Only the gendarmerie, special agents and police are patrolling the city, totaling less than 300 people."
"The county is so big. With 300 people spread out, it would be nice to have one patrol team per street."
"So at most two patrol teams will come over later, and it would be good if half of them are real Japs."
"Although we only have one class, each of us has a box cannon."
"In a close firefight, the firepower of a box gun is no less than that of a light machine gun."
"Ten box cannons fire at the same time, and the firepower is equivalent to ten light machine guns. Even if the enemy kills three patrols, we are not afraid."
"Let comrades prepare for battle and keep an eye on both ends of the alley. Report any situation immediately."
Five minutes later a Japanese patrol burst into the alley.
There are seven riflemen in total, one machine gun team and two machine gunners.
As soon as they entered the alley, the nine Japanese soldiers dispersed in a fighting formation, and they were very vigilant.
But in front of ten box cannons, all these preparations were in vain.
From the first gunshot, in less than two seconds, all nine Japanese soldiers fell to the ground, and no one survived.
"We all put on Japs uniforms, pretended to be Japs patrols, and continued to intercept and kill the Japanese and puppet troops in the city..." As soon as the Japs died, the squad leader began to issue orders.
Ten minutes later, a patrol team of ten people walked out of the alley.
The Japs uniform did not fit him well, and there were many places stained with blood, exuding a strong smell of blood.
But everything in the city was dark. As long as you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to tell that they were the Eighth Route Army in disguise.
The same battles took place in every corner of the county. Patrol teams were constantly being killed and replaced by members of the reconnaissance company of the garrison, who then moved around the city with great fanfare to eliminate the remaining Japanese and puppet troops.
At the garrison headquarters, half an hour passed in a blink of an eye, and the telephone line connecting to the city wall had not yet been connected.
The telephone soldiers sent out by the headquarters seemed to have disappeared. They went out and never came back.
The chief of staff was so angry that he scolded several communications staff officers again and again, and almost asked them to carry their tools and go outside to check the lines.
"Chief of Staff, something must have happened to those telephone soldiers!" the commander judged, with a very solemn expression.
"There were a lot of gunshots just now around the headquarters. It must be that the Eighth Route Army entering the city was attacking the telephone soldiers and preventing them from connecting the phone lines."
The chief of staff agreed, and then had to accept the fact that the headquarters had no phone calls for the time being.
He ordered with a stern face: "Order the patrol to kill these enemies as soon as possible. I don't want to hear any more news about places in the city being attacked."
"The Guard also allocated half of its manpower to perform this task."
"The city must be stable so that the garrison on the city wall can have the confidence to defend it."
"Otherwise, they will be attacked from both sides and their military morale will be in chaos."
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