On the mountain road seven or eight hundred meters away, Zhang Youcheng was leading a group of ten team members to retreat deep into the hills.
Although he didn't see the battle just now, he heard it.
The sound of light and heavy machine gun fire and rifle shooting could all be heard clearly.
It is certain that in less than five minutes of shooting, the Japanese and puppet troops used at least two thousand rounds of bullets of various calibers.
If all the bullet casings are collected and sent back to the base, 400 rounds of bullets will be collected.
In exchange for these bullet casings, the guerrillas only paid more than twenty bullets and a bunch of firecrackers, and they definitely made a huge profit.
"Captain, the Japanese are chasing us." The squad leader panted and caught up to report.
"I will definitely catch up." Zhang Youcheng replied confidently.
"The devil is like a hungry kitten now. The smell of fish can attract them."
"What's more, we have more than a little bit of fishy smell."
"In order to lure the Japanese into deception, I brought the only light machine gun of the guerrillas."
"In the eyes of the Japanese, light machine guns represent the main force of our guerrillas. The appearance of light machine guns means that our main force is here."
"The devils will definitely not let go of this opportunity to destroy us."
"The troops continue to advance, and we go to the high ground in front and continue to fight them."
"There are a lot of rocks there, so we directly attack them with guns and retreat after holding on for five minutes without using firecrackers."
"Only falsehoods and falsehoods can make it difficult for the devils to distinguish between true and false. After being attacked, they will fight back desperately and use up all the ammunition they brought out of the stronghold."
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the two-hundred-year-old puppet army had already circled nearly five warrior circles in the hills below and fought several battles with the guerrillas.
Or every time a firefight reaches its most critical moment, they can always find a gap and slip out from under the eyes of the encircling troops.
Either the entire firefight was an illusion arranged by the guerrillas. The imperial army attacked for a long time and finally captured a tin bucket, without even a shadow of the Eighth Route Army being seen.
"idiot……"
The angry squadron leader drew out his command knife and slashed hard at a nearby tree trunk as thick as his wrist.
In front of the sharp blade, the tree trunk was easily cut off.
Along the way, six trees have already suffered this fate.
After putting the command knife back into the scabbard, the anger on the squadron leader's face did not dissipate much. He looked like an angry lion and shouted orders.
"What are you still doing? The troops continue to pursue us."
"I must catch them today and cut them into pieces."
The second lieutenant did not move. He hesitated and reminded: "Sir, I even want to catch up with them and kill them even though I am humble."
"But we don't have much ammunition anymore."
"Because we were fighting near a stronghold and chasing the Eighth Route Guerrillas, we did not carry much ammunition to ensure the mobility of the troops."
"After all the consumption, the average rifleman has less than 30 rounds of ammunition left per person, the average machine gun has less than 100 rounds per shot, and there are not many bullets left for the heavy machine gun."
"Baga! How come you use it so fast? Why don't you use it more sparingly?" the squadron leader shouted with dissatisfaction.
The second lieutenant lowered his head and said nothing, with an expression of grievance on his face.
On the battlefield, the order to fire is given by the squadron commander. If the responsibility really needs to be investigated, the squadron commander cannot absolve himself of the blame.
But the rank of a senior official is overwhelming, and even if he had ten nerves, he would not dare to contradict the squadron leader at this time and seek scolding himself.
Seeing that his subordinates were silent, the squadron leader knew that he would scold him a hundred times.
Although he looked unwilling, he did not lose his mind.
He replied in a deep voice: "That's all, it's impossible for the warriors to fight the guerrillas with empty guns."
"It just so happens that our casualties are not big today, so we ordered the troops to retreat and wait until we bring enough ammunition to fight back tomorrow."
They were chased and beaten by the Japanese and puppet troops along the way, and had to rush back and forth to set up the scene. The guerrillas were even more exhausted than the Japanese and puppet troops.
Fortunately, the group was made up of mountain people who often go hunting in the woods, otherwise they would not have been able to hold on.
So when he saw the Japanese and puppet troops retreating, Zhang Youcheng couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Then he ordered: "We will follow the Japanese and puppet troops, resist them, and clean the battlefield at the same time."
"You all still remember the locations where the firefight took place just now. I ask everyone to collect all the bullet casings on the battlefield and not miss a single one."
"The more bullet casings we collect by then, the more bullets we can exchange for them from the base area."
At the Zhangzhuang guerrilla station, Zhang Youcheng led a squad that did not return until eight o'clock in the evening, and each team member carried a heavy cloth bag on his back.
As soon as we reached the gate of the station, the deputy captain came out to greet us with a smile on his face.
"Captain, guess how many bullets we collected today. It will definitely scare you to tell you."
"The little devil is really rich. He started the war with bullets as if they were free. It only lasted three days, and there were only sporadic exchanges of fire. He actually used more than 10,000 bullets."
"After statistics, we found a total of more than 13,500 bullet casings."
The smile on Zhang Youcheng's face grew wider, and he immediately replied: "We also consumed more than 7,000 enemy bullets today, and there are still a lot of heavy machine gun bullets in them!"
"In total, there are more than 21,000 bullet casings. If they are all sent back to the base, they can get at least more than 4,000 rounds of bullets back!"
"But in one day today, we only need less than two hundred rounds of ammunition and three firecrackers."
"It's definitely a very profitable deal."
"It's okay now. With reinforcements from the regiment headquarters, our guerrillas no longer have to worry about bullets."
"If you meet any kid next time, shoot them with bullets as much as you like."
At the headquarters of the Laiyuan City Defense Regiment, deputy commander Luo Yun suddenly walked in with a list in his hand and a smile on his face.
Obviously he came with good news.
"Captain, your trick of letting the guerrillas collect bullet casings and exchange them for bullets from the base is better than I thought."
"It has only been ten days since the order was issued, and more than three million bullet casings have been sent back from the guerrilla zone, including 65-caliber rifle machine gun bullets, 79-caliber rifle machine gun bullets, and heavy machine gun bullets."
"The guerrillas have been fighting like crazy during this period."
"In order for the Japanese and puppet troops to turn bullets into bullet casings, firecrackers, sneak attacks, night attacks...all possible means were used."
"At this rate, in more than a month, we will use up all the ammunition reserves that the Japanese have finally sent to the front line."
Li Hao immediately replied: "If we are really exhausted, the Japanese independent mixed brigade will not be able to attack us."
"Order all guerrillas to continue consuming the enemy's ammunition. The more the better."
"In addition, order the arsenal to go all out to reload and produce bullets, and turn these bullet casings into bullets in the shortest possible time."
"There are still main forces. Those who haven't attacked should seize the opportunity to attack."
"The commotion between the guerrillas and our attack troops is getting louder and louder, and the Japanese are consuming more and more ammunition every day. Nakata Yamaro must be aware of it. As long as he moves and decides to change his tactics, we will follow suit and force them to