As time went by, the puppet army commander became more and more puzzled. The Eighth Route Army did not open fire again, and it seemed that they did not retreat, but just hid on the other side of the open field. This situation was too strange. They did not fight, and did not retreat. Why
I couldn't help but ask the people around me: "Are you sure they are still there?"
"It should still be there. There was a noise just now."
"What do you mean by should? Go up to the wall and confirm it for me again."
"Captain, the Eighth Route Army is hiding. I can't see them even if I go up there."
"Idiot, don't you have a mouth? Can't you ask if you can't see?"
"ah?"
As time went by, Hu Yi became more and more helpless. This group of puppet troops neither took action to launch an attack nor turned around to leave the village. They just stopped opposite to fight. This situation was the most difficult to deal with. They couldn't afford to fight, but they were unwilling to retreat. What should they do
Suddenly he asked Luo Fugui: "Mule, how long is your rope?"
"About thirty meters, Boss Hu, are you trying to... throw a rope to the trailer? Not only is the rope not long enough, but even if it is long enough, it can't be thrown that far, right? This is not throwing a grenade."
"Do you have any idea how to get the bike back?"
"How can I help you?"
"Then find a solution for me now."
Luo Fugui pursed his lips and said nothing. Thinking of a solution? It would be useless even if he thought about the New Year.
Suddenly, a puppet soldier shouted from the opposite side: "Hey, is there anyone breathing over there? If there is, please answer me."
What was going on here? Hu Yi stared at the village across the street in silence. He now found that fighting the puppet army was more difficult than fighting the Japanese. The enemy's intentions were always unpredictable and too hard to guess. It was a headache.
Now that the puppet army was greeting him, Luo Fugui found it very strange and looked at Hu Yi and asked, "Should we respond?"
"Whatever you say." Hu Yi was too lazy to talk about this. His mind was only on how to get the bicycle.
"Why do I call you grandpa Yu?" Seeing that Hu Yi did not deny it, Luo Fugui, who was bored, was very excited to relieve his boredom and answered loudly at the top of his hoarse voice.
"Listen, you will be surrounded soon. If you come out and surrender now, you will be spared." The shouts of the puppet soldiers echoed across the fields and came with the wind.
Luo Fugui couldn't help but grinned: "Hehehe... Boss Hu, see, I said there must be people in this world who are more shameless than me, now you believe it." Then he continued to shout back to the other side: "I have a regiment now, and we will surround you soon. If you don't get out of here, I will kill you without mercy"
"You are such a shameless braggart. Today..."
Xiao Hongying, who was lying not far to the right of Hu Yi, had been looking for the sound for a long time. When she heard what the other party said, she got a little angry. She looked at a target who seemed to be shouting, and it was half a face sticking out of the wall.
Bang—gunshot.
The puppet soldier who was shouting fell from the top of the wall with a thump, screaming on the spot. He was not shot down, but his hat was knocked off and he fell down in fear, almost peeing his pants on the spot. Xiao Hongying's shot was not stable, the trajectory was slightly high, and the bullet flew past the target's scalp. The puppet soldier's hat jumped half a foot high on the spot, flipped and fell to the ground, with a hole in the front and back.
The puppet army commander saw this and was shocked. He immediately said, "What are you standing there for? Beat him up!"
Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire, and a hail of retaliatory bullets flew out of the village, across the fields, and into the woods and bushes.
There were falling leaves above their heads, broken branches behind them, and the grass nearby occasionally jumped, and the impact points were basically within the range of Luo Fugui, Xiao Hongying, and Hu Yi. Luo Fugui had already retreated, and Xiao Hongying also retreated behind the roots of the tree.
Hu Yize pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the machine gun behind the bushes began to vibrate violently, sweeping out a rain of bullets and returning fire to the village. Bullet holes were continuously created on the wall at the edge of the village, and the broken soil on the top of the wall was splashed and smoke was gushing.
When Liu Jianqiang and Shi Cheng heard the squad leader's machine gun firing, they immediately joined in the fire, fighting back.
The open field was immediately filled with noise, bullets whizzed and the battle was very lively. At first glance, the battle was very fierce and spectacular, and it was really exciting. But a closer look revealed that the two sides were fighting each other in a cowardly manner, and no one was hitting anyone.
Soon, the gunfire stopped, the second round ended, and the field of confrontation returned to peace again.
Luo Fugui shook his head, shook off the fallen leaves on his hat, carefully looked up to see the other side of the field, and shouted casually: "I'll fuck your grandma, if you have the guts to hit your grandpa again, I'll see if I won't blink an eye." After he finished speaking, he immediately shrank back, wanting to wait to continue listening to the fun.
However, the other party did not shoot again, but cursed back: "You grandma's fucking Eighth Route Army soldier who shot people with a hidden arrow. You are a hero. I'll fuck your eight generations of ancestors, you fucked..." From the voice, it seemed to be the one who shouted at the beginning.
Oh, you're still trying to be mean to me? Luo Fugui tilted his head back and said, "I'll fuck your grandma, your grandpa, your whole family..."
The two sides started to curse each other. Luo Fugui had a big lung and a loud voice. He raised his voice with full force, and his voice shook thousands of miles away. It was so powerful that he soon scolded his opponent to the ground. Then some people from the other side joined in, and it became two against one, three against one, and finally several against one. Gradually, the scolding became one, like waves and tides, and Luo Fugui was completely scolded into a hoarse voice, listless, and only coughing and gasping could be left...
Ma Liang, who was hiding alone in a high position somewhere on the left wing, held his stomach and twitched. He couldn't bear it anymore and his stomach hurt from laughing.
Liu Jianqiang, who was hiding on the right wing, was so embarrassed that his face turned red. As a member of the Eighth Route Army, it was embarrassing enough to flirt and curse, and in the end he was scolded by the traitors and puppet soldiers. How could he feel when outsiders like Shi Cheng saw it? He was so humiliated that he wanted to rush over and strangle that selfish and backward bastard to death.
Hu Yi didn't react at first. He had seen people swearing so many times that he didn't care. But as time went on, he became annoyed. What was this? Was it a round? Did it have anything to do with bicycles
He looked at the panting idiot with a frown on his face and said, "Are you done yet? Huh? I asked you to come up with an idea, have you figured it out? You're just flirting and talking nonsense. Do you believe I'll kick you right now?"
Luo Fugui was already feeling extremely depressed. The more they cursed, the more people there were. On his side, no one came to help. He was so discouraged, but he didn't dare to turn his face to Hu Yi like Liu Jianqiang did. He could only reply aggrievedly, "They have dug up my ancestral grave dozens of times with their mouths. Listen, they are still digging now. How can I think of a solution?"
After a moment of silence, Hu Yi suddenly gave Wu Shitou an order: "Fool, go get Runny Nose to come over to me."
There was no good solution now. Since the ancestral graves could be dug, why not the bicycles? There were fields in front of him, and the soil was not hard. The bicycle was about 50 meters away, so it was estimated that he only needed to dig 30 meters forward. Finally, he threw a rope to pull the bicycle back. Hu Yi finally made up his mind to take this stupid approach.
Liu Jianqiang came to Hu Yi's side, Wu Shitou and Luo Fugui were also called to Hu Yi's side, ready to implement this plan. A pickaxe and three shovels were on these three people. After listening to Hu Yi's ideas and looking at the fields in front of them, the success rate was very high. Wu Shitou was no problem for this job, and Luo Fugui's strength was even more powerful. The two of them took turns to dig at full strength in the front, and Liu Jianqiang was responsible for deepening and widening in the back. Thirty meters should not take too much time.
The puppet army commander sat lazily behind the courtyard wall, basking in the afternoon sun, his head full of questions. What did the Eighth Route Army want? They neither fought nor fled. Could they really be so stupid as to wait for the Imperial Army to come and surround them? It was impossible. They were smart and must have a plan. But what was there to plan? What did they want
A puppet soldier who was lying on the wall and observing the other side suddenly shrank back and reported: "Company commander, take a quick look, the Eighth Route Army has started digging a pit."
Upon hearing this, the company commander hurriedly stood up and leaned over a brick hole in the wall to look across.
A ditch had stretched out from the hidden woods, about several meters long. No one could be seen digging in the pit, but shovels were constantly being used to dig out of the ditch, piling up shovelfuls of fresh soil on the sides of the ditch.
A puppet soldier said in a daze: "Are they... trying to dig into the village? What... can we do?"
"Do you think the Eighth Route Army is as stupid as you?" The company commander said this casually, and then carefully observed the ditch that was being dug. He followed the extension line of the ditch, looking forward little by little, and finally his sight stopped on the bicycle in the middle of the open field.
"Damn it, I finally know what the Eighth Route Army is up to. They want to steal the bodies of the Imperial Army."
"What?" The puppet soldiers around were stunned when they heard the company commander's wise judgment. No wonder they refused to leave until now. They wanted this? They couldn't give them this. Even though the imperial army was dead, the body had to be handed over. It was said that it would be sent back to the imperial army's faraway village to erect a tablet. If the Eighth Route Army snatched the body in front of them and whipped it to show off... The company commander would definitely be in trouble, and the whole company would become the imperial army's punching bag.
This time the puppet army company commander was a little anxious. He couldn't give the bodies of the imperial army to them. If he did, he wouldn't be able to explain what happened today.
"What are you looking at? Call me now."
Suddenly, gunshots rang out, bullets rained down, and the soil near the ditch collapsed. The people hiding in the ditch seemed to stop digging, and no more soil was blown out of the ditch. Unfortunately, after a while, they seemed to realize that the bullets could not hurt them at all, so the deep ditch in the rain of bullets began to extend forward inch by inch.
The puppet army commander punched the wall and said, "Damn you, you are so wicked!" Then he turned around and ordered, "Let the first and second platoons prepare to charge!"
"But... Captain, they... have machine guns."
"I don't care about that. Before the Imperial Army punishes me, I will punish you rubbish first. Even machine guns must be used against me."
In a hurry, a puppet soldier nearby suddenly had an idea and quickly stepped forward: "Captain, I have an idea, I don't know if I should tell you..."
"If you want to kill your mother when the situation is urgent, just fart now"
"Since the Eighth Route Army is digging trenches, then we should..."
Hu Yi lay behind the bushes and watched quietly. A straight ditch had been dug more than ten meters towards the target direction. The progress was faster than expected. A fool plus a mule equaled the perfect combination of skill and strength, and it was unstoppable.
Suddenly, the puppet army stopped their helpless indiscriminate shooting, and some messy things were being pushed out of the village by the puppet army.
There were quilts with holes torn in them and soil filled in them, there were mattresses with holes torn in them and sand filled in them, there were also sacks filled with sand, and so on. Everything that could be used to make sandbags was used, and they hastily formed a colorful wall of sandbags. A squad of puppet soldiers squatted at the back with grenades, placing the sandbags forward layer by layer, alternating between two layers, rolling forward, and slowly moving towards the direction of the bicycle.
Hu Yi sighed. If this continued, the two sides would sooner or later be close enough to throw grenades at each other, and all the work would be in vain. It seemed that it was time to stop working.
The puppet army commander looked at the field through the cracks in the bricks and finally wiped the sweat off his head: Damn, that was a close call. You have trenches that can move forward, and I have mobile bunkers, let's see how they go...