Li Hao replied resolutely: "Don't worry, political commissar, the guerrillas are as powerful as we are, and we will definitely not let them die."
"In previous guerrilla warfare, the main force cooperated with them and opened fire everywhere to attack the Japanese."
"Then I decided to change my play style and focus on attacking by firing all over the place."
Then he stared at Wang Hong and asked: "If I remember correctly, before the troops attacked, the Japanese prepared a large number of pocket arrays for us in the occupied area."
"To be precise, it shouldn't be called pocket formation!" Wang Hong replied.
"It is more like a big net. As long as we attack one of the strongholds, the big net composed of mobile troops will rush towards us, surround our attacking troops, wrap us up and eat us."
Li Hao immediately replied: "In that case, then we will give the Japanese a trick to satisfy their wish to surround and annihilate our attacking troops."
It was still dark before dawn when the Zhangzhuang guerrillas were stationed, and the traffic officer hurried over.
Without saying much, he directly delivered a letter with body temperature to Zhang Youcheng's hand.
The Japanese and puppet troops clung to their strongholds and refused to move no matter how provocative the guerrillas were.
Facing the tortoise shell-like stronghold, Zhang Youcheng was helpless.
Frowning, he racked his brains to think of a solution, how to force the Japanese out of their stronghold.
A few days passed, and I tried every possible method, but the Japanese were not fooled.
Zhang Youcheng's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
However, with the arrival of traffic officers, all these problems were solved at once.
After reading the letter, Zhang Youcheng's frown instantly relaxed, his eyes began to shine, and he ordered the deputy captain next to him.
"Old Wang, we have another enemy to fight."
"Inform all members of the guerrilla team to assemble at the station on time at six o'clock in the evening. Let's have a good meal tonight."
At the Chengguan stronghold more than ten kilometers away, the Japanese squadron leader was no longer as high-spirited as he was a month ago.
There is a battalion of the Imperial Army and a reinforced squadron of the Imperial Army under his command, with a total strength of more than 500 people.
For a month, several imperial troops were killed or wounded in each attack.
At first he didn't take it seriously.
In front of the garrison with a total strength of more than 500 people, the loss of a few people is not worth mentioning.
I completely didn't realize that such sporadic casualties could add up over many years to severely damage the stronghold.
More than 500 people were beaten to over 300 people.
The Imperial Army in particular suffered more than half of its direct casualties. When the artillery and heavy machine gunners were added together, there were less than 150 people left.
Ammunition was consumed at an alarming rate.
There are more than 500 people in the stronghold, and the inventory plus the soldiers carry only less than 150,000 rounds of ammunition.
The troops had to bring 30,000 rounds with them every time they went out, and they came back only after they had almost used them all.
Half a month ago, nearly 150,000 rounds of ammunition were used up.
Fortunately, in order to attack the garrison, the superiors had stockpiled some ammunition for the independent mixed brigade at the stronghold.
Two hundred thousand rounds in total.
In order to kill the guerrillas, there is a result that can be used to explain the troop casualties and ammunition consumption to the superiors.
The squadron leader can only use the ammunition belonging to the independent mixed brigade without asking for instructions.
But the expected results did not appear.
Tens of thousands more rounds of bullets were used up, and the guerrillas were still as cunning as foxes in the face of their own raids and encirclements.
On the battlefield, he continued to consume the ammunition he brought out through sneak attacks, without even meeting him face to face.
At this time, the brigade commander who had just taken office came with an order.
All the troops stationed at the stronghold stopped moving and defended the stronghold.
This made the squadron leader very anxious.
If the troops don't attack, they can't kill the guerrillas.
Once the superiors inquired about the strength and ammunition situation of the stronghold, they had no military exploits to explain the heavy casualties and huge ammunition consumption of the troops.
At that time, the label of incompetent combat command will definitely be placed on his head.
If not, they may also add the two hats of concealing military information and using strategic reserves without permission.
If the three crimes are merged, the position of squadron leader will definitely not be preserved.
If your luck is too bad, you may be sent to a military court.
For several days, the squadron leader was worried about this matter.
"Da da da……"
A series of machine gun fire suddenly sounded outside the stronghold.
The squadron leader frowned, but did not move.
Since we have been holding on to the stronghold, gunshots like this have occurred every night.
That was a shot fired by the guerrillas in order to lure them out of their stronghold.
If there was no order to defend the stronghold, he would really fight out. But now, he can only order the troops to ignore it and not to counterattack as long as the opponent is not close to the stronghold, so as not to waste bullets.
Under normal circumstances, the gunfire lasts for a few seconds and then stops.
After all, the guerrillas don't have enough ammunition to use up.
"Da da da……"
Surprisingly, the gunfire did not stop immediately tonight, and became more and more intensive.
If his judgment was correct, he had already heard two machine guns firing.
"No, this is not the guerrilla group that usually attacks us. They only have one machine gun, and there are at least two outside the stronghold." The squadron leader frowned and muttered to himself.
As soon as he stood up, the second lieutenant on duty rushed in: "Sir, a large number of people appeared outside the stronghold. We judge that they are the main force of the Eighth Route Army and are preparing to attack our stronghold."
The squadron leader's frown relaxed.
If the stronghold was really attacked by the main force of the garrison, the previous casualties of more than 200 people and the large amount of ammunition used would have their own reasons.
His eyes lit up and he answered: "Then what are you waiting for?"
"Sound the alarm immediately, and all troops will enter the position to resolutely block the enemy's attack and defend the stronghold."
After saying that, he climbed to the top of the turret.
He wanted to confirm whether his subordinate's report was true.
If so, the problems and pressures you are facing now will be easily solved.
"Boom boom boom..."
Three explosions suddenly sounded inside the stronghold, and fire mixed with black smoke quickly rose from the ground. Several Imperial Army and Imperial Alliance Army soldiers were blown away, and it was terrible to see.
The squadron leader relaxed completely, his eyes became increasingly hot, and he immediately replied: "It must be the main force of the garrison, otherwise it would be impossible to equip the mortars."
"All troops fought back with all their strength and used the most intense firepower to repel their attack."
"Operator, send a telegram to the defense area commander immediately. We are being attacked by the main force of the garrison. They are equipped with mortars and heavy machine guns and are requesting reinforcements."
At the headquarters of the Japanese independent mixed brigade, Nakata Yamaro was woken up by the chief of staff who hurried over as soon as he lay down.
"General, your method worked."
"I just received news that three strongholds on the front line were attacked by the main force of the garrison."
"Preliminary judgment shows that the total number of Eighth Route Army troops attacking them exceeds 1,000."
"It must be that after we decided to defend the stronghold, they could no longer train their troops and had to attack the stronghold."
Nakata Yamaro suddenly became energetic.
After waiting for so long, the war situation finally began to develop in the direction set by himself.
As long as nothing unexpected happens and according to your own layout, these three lines of attacking troops will definitely die.
The more Nakata Yamaro thought about it, the happier he became, and he immediately asked: "Have the mobile troops been dispatched?"