In this war-torn era, in these barren and desolate mountains, bicycles represent advanced technology, a luxurious life, and the power of knowledge.
It was not only Xiao Hongying who saw a bicycle for the first time, but also all the people in Class 9 except Hu Yi.
In Hu Yi's eyes, a bicycle was just a toy, similar to the pocket watch in his pocket. He had no interest in tinkering with such a fancy thing, but he was willing to see the little girl's happy smile after her wish came true.
Hearing that the squad leader was going to take action for the bicycle, Ma Liang, Shi Cheng and others were looking forward to it because of their young curiosity; Luo Fugui had no interest and no objection, because he was originally a person. Can a bicycle be eaten? Liu Jianqiang wanted to object at first, but then he suddenly felt that if the ninth squad could get such a luxurious and gorgeous trophy, it would be a very face-saving thing. How many people in the whole regiment have seen this thing? If this was brought back, it would be almost like being rewarded for meritorious service, so this time he rarely raised any objections.
Led by squad leader Hu Yi, the group immediately turned around and set off in the direction they came from, chasing after the puppet army company.
The Japanese instructor led the puppet army into the village, questioned witnesses and investigated the situation. They found bloodstains on the corner of the village entrance, proving that this was where the shooting took place. They ordered people to search the nearby area and carried up a body from a ditch not far away. They recognized it as Liu Tuzi, the leader of the plainclothes team.
Checking the two gunshot wounds on the body, they were accurate and brutal, one shot hit the heart from behind, and the other shot went through the back of the head and flew out of the ear, the two bullet holes were bigger than the rifle. The Japanese soldier searched carefully near the bloodstains, picked up two shells, held them in his hand and examined them carefully for a long time, and found that they were four or five inches, a rare American-made large-caliber pistol.
It looked more like a targeted killing than a military operation. Ten or so people disappeared for so long, where to find them? I was too lazy to search for such a small matter.
More than 100 meters away from the village, there are cultivated fields and open terrain. The ninth squad hid on the roadside outside the village and quietly observed the movements of the puppet troops in the village.
Hu Yi hoped that these puppet soldiers would take some action after discovering the body, such as searching or setting up sentries in the area, so that the ninth squad would have a chance to fish in troubled waters and take action. However, things did not go as planned. After checking the village, this company of puppet soldiers did not do anything else. Soon they began to line up again, in two columns, facing the way they came. The devil pushed his bicycle to the head of the team again. It was obvious that they were ready to go home.
"Brother, they are about to leave the village. Should we fight them?" Ma Liang looked a little anxious.
Even if they cannot win, they can always retreat. They came out to create a stir, and the target is the puppet army, not the devils, so they must fight for the girl's bicycle. No matter what, they must fight first. Hu Yi decisively issued an order: "Ma Liang, take Shi Cheng and the others to the right and move 30 meters away. Then, hide in a dispersed shooting formation. Open fire when you hear the gunshot, and empty the first magazine quickly without delay."
"Yes." Ma Liang and Liu Jianqiang led Shi Cheng and the others, crouched down and began to move quickly to the right behind the bushes.
Then Hu Yi handed the rifle to Xiao Hongying: "Wait for them to come out and shoot that devil down. Don't let him get too close, and don't let him die too far away. You fire the first shot."
Luo Fugui on the other side didn't wait for Hu Yi to say anything. He quickly placed the machine gun in front of Hu Yi and carefully adjusted it for him. Then he took out another four magazines from his pocket and placed them on the side where Hu Yi could easily reach them. Finally, he moved his bear body to the side, trying to stay away from the range where he might be hit.
Hehehe, I want a bicycle, I want a bicycle, it's mine... The little girl kept muttering this in her heart, pulling the Type 38 rifle that was as long as her body, and crawling a few meters to the side, distanced herself from Hu Yi. At this moment, she felt like a happy little turtle, crawling so comfortably and leisurely. She was feeling very proud of herself, but suddenly a steel helmet was buckled on her head, hiding her pigtails. She really turned into a little turtle...
"You idiot..." The little girl blinked her eyes, but remembered that the fox was not far away, so she swallowed the rest of her words. She glared at Wu Shitou who was crawling beside her, but she endured it.
Choose a good place, slowly swing the long muzzle out, then use all your strength to slowly pull open the heavy bolt, and then push it back with force. A 6.5mm caliber bullet slides into the barrel slowly, as if it has been contaminated by the aura of this little master. It stands at the starting line with a smile, looking at the narrow front of the barrel with contempt.
The bicycle in the sights began to move, and it leisurely drove out of the village. The two rotating wheels sparkled in the sun, and it bumped gently on the path, then drove into the open field and came towards us.
The distance is one hundred, seventy, fifty. The fox said not to get too close, so let's do it now. I can't hit him in the stomach, what if it stains my bicycle? It's easier to hit him in the chest, but... I'm still afraid that this dirty devil's blood will splash on my bicycle.
Snap—
The long-planned bullet, carrying the elf master's prayers, enthusiastically pierced the devil's face, passed through a pot of tofu pudding lightly, fled the scene in an instant, and flew away.
The bicycle shook violently and plunged headfirst into a shallow ditch beside the path. The wheels in the air were still spinning rapidly, making a clear and continuous sound of gear grinding that lasted for a long time...
The two columns trembled suddenly, and in the midst of hundreds of stunned eyes, machine guns sounded, and with the chest of the first puppet soldier at the front of the line as the reference, a fierce ballistic sweep line appeared in an instant, and began to extend evenly and steadily to the back of the team, and in an instant, the blood mist merged into one.
Five rifles and Shi Cheng's Mauser pistol fired immediately. They just pulled the bolts back and forth desperately, not even looking at who killed the fallen target. They did this over and over again until all five bullets in the gun were used up, then they retreated to reload.
Luo Fugui lay not far from Hu Yi and looked into the field secretly. Damn, these unlucky things, why did they go back to the camp when they had a good Eighth Route Army? The girl's first shot was beautiful, so inhumane; Hu Laoda's first burst seemed to have knocked down the people next to him, and some of them were still alive, lying on the side of the road crying; there were also more than ten people lying in other places, one in the east and one in the west, with no pattern to follow, naturally they were all the results of the battle on Ma Liang's side.
Suddenly, an empty magazine was thrown at him from a distance, scaring Luo Fugui so much that he instinctively shrank back. Only then did he remember that he still had to reload bullets for Boss Hu.
In some aspects, the puppet army was also well-trained, such as the ability to grasp opportunities and decisively deal with battlefield situations. They were ambushed by the Eighth Route Army with machine guns. In panic, they didn't care to guess how many people were on the other side. The machine guns stopped temporarily because they were empty. This was precious golden time that determined life and death. What the hell was there to wait for? They turned around and ran.
The puppet soldiers ran back at full speed, not forgetting to distance themselves from each other as they ran. They knew that gathering together would attract more bullets, so they used all their strength, and some of the clever ones changed direction from time to time, performing a mysterious step. In just a few seconds, they staged a chaotic 100-meter U-turn sprint. If their crazy run was towards the enemy, the 9th squad would probably have to surrender directly, with no time to fight or retreat.
The open field was emptied in an instant, leaving only more than 20 people lying or crouching, some dead, some still struggling and screaming.
The puppet soldiers who ran back to the village were also not vague. They hid in the courtyard walls, climbed on the roofs, and each of them stretched out the weapons in their hands in a despicable manner, crackling and firing back at the green cover across the field. No matter where you are, no matter whether you can hit them or not, you have to vent your anger first.
The villagers were also terrified. People were crying and dogs were barking. It was terrible. The Eighth Route Army and the Security Army had started fighting. The battlefield was at the entrance of the village. The sound of gunfire was everywhere, like popping beans. How could they stay in this village? They ran to the other side of the village with their families, carrying their bags and bags. They fled without saying a word.
Gunshots rang out here and there. The bullets fired by the puppet soldiers from the village flew across the fields and flew aimlessly into the dense forest. Ma Liang crouched down, hurriedly slid to Hu Yi, knelt down and asked, "Brother, what should we do now?"
Hu Yi said nothing. He looked at the village house across the open field, and then at the bicycle that was tilted on the roadside in the middle of the open field. He was at a loss for a moment. If he had known that these things were so soft, he should have waited until the bicycle was closer before firing. Now, the bicycle was just left in the middle of the open field, and the puppet army was aiming at it in the village. What could he do
"Wait and see. Go tell Runny Nose and the others to be on guard against the right wing. Then come back and rush to the left to find an observation position to monitor the left wing. It will be better if you can see the whole village. If we find any signs of the enemy making a detour, we will retreat immediately."
Ma Liang took the order and ran away.
At the same time, the puppet army in the village also completely stabilized. The Japanese instructor died, and now there is still a company commander, who has become the first commander. He calmed down, recalled the thrilling situation just now, and asked a few soldiers around him. After comprehensive casualties, he judged that there was at least a platoon of Eighth Route Army on the opposite side of the open area. It was definitely the Eighth Route Army, not a guerrilla like the guerrillas. They had Czech-style, Type 38 rifles, and Hanyang-made Mauser rifles. The firepower organization was so fierce that it was not wrong to say that it was a company of the Eighth Route Army.
He did want to send some men to go around the flank to test the enemy again, but after looking at the behavior of the brothers around him, he gave up the idea. These guys who pretended to obey but actually disobeyed were good at pretending. They might just go around and rest halfway and then come back. What's the point? The situation of the Eighth Route Army was very unclear. If they were divided, they might be defeated. If the number of people was reduced, they would not dare to stay in the village.
After much deliberation, the puppet army company commander sent people to follow the fleeing people out of the village and deliver the news nearby. No matter if it was a plainclothes team or something else, all those who were nearby would rush here to reinforce, and then report the situation to the imperial army. As long as he could delay the Eighth Route Army here with his brothers, it would be a merit, so why take the risk
So, the puppet army relied on the walls of the village houses to aim, and the ninth squad hid in the dense bushes, forming a stalemate across a bright field more than 100 meters wide. In the middle of the battlefield, the bicycle in the sun looked particularly dazzling...