The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop. Although the Japanese captain can determine that the number of the Eighth Route Army is not much more than his, he is not willing to fight in the dark. He just wants to hide in the village and wait for the daybreak. Unexpectedly, this group of Eighth Route Army is really capable of making trouble. They even have the courage to attack the village. When they fail to enter the village, they shamelessly set fire to it. This is too much.
Although the whole village is filled with smoke and flames, we can still endure it until dawn. But I am so angry. If there are only a few people, I can endure it, but I am a squadron of the Imperial Army, and I am too lazy to count those dozens of puppet soldiers. What's the point of enduring it until dawn
The Japanese captain finally got angry and said, "Since you trash are so willing to fight, then fight. Not to mention that your troops seem to be about the same as mine, even if you have several times more, I will still beat you. I'm afraid that once the Imperial Army comes out, you will hide in the dark and we won't be able to find you anywhere. This is why I don't want to play in the dark with you."
The devils were thinking just as Hu Yi said, there was no treasure buried in the village, no matter how it burned, it was too dark at night, if they were going to go out, they might as well go out in one go and tour the village. Dozens of puppet soldiers were left in the village, not to guard the village, but to hold back the group of Eighth Route Army soldiers who had sneaked into the east of the village, and to use these Eighth Route Army soldiers who set the fire as bait. With them in the village, the surrounding Eighth Route Army soldiers would not abandon them and run away, so the devils did not rush to attack the second company.
The captain chose the north as the direction to leave the village, not because he had any deep considerations, but because he felt that since he had to go out and circle the periphery, he should start from the twelve o'clock position, proceed clockwise, and finally end at the twelve o'clock position, which is the north. This was just his habitual choice.
With one squad as the spearhead in the front, the Japanese captain led the squadron and a mixed squad to press on the right rear wing, and the third squad was deployed on the left rear wing. Because it was dark at night, they did not distance themselves from each other and formed a tight large triangle formation, silently sinking into the darkness in the north.
There was no blocking or harassment. There had been some movement in the north before they came out, but now there was no one. The Japanese captain stood in the darkness of the woods, wondering, did they not even have the will to resist? Why were they running so fast? Regardless of that, the formation turned right, detoured eastward, and searched forward.
After a while, the Japanese captain stood in the woods east of the village. There was no blocking or harassment along the way. There was movement in the east before he came out, but now there was no one. What was going on? This was the reason why he didn't want to fight the Eighth Route Army at night. It was just a waste of time. The Eighth Route Army was like rats, and it was too difficult to find them.
The Japanese captain walked to the edge of the woods, followed the guidance of a Japanese soldier, and came to the end of a trench. He looked at the dark trench, and then looked up at the fire on the other side of the field. There were still sporadic battles in the village. It seemed that he had to prepare for both situations. What if he could not find any Eighth Route Army soldiers at the end of the journey, and let the villagers run away? Pan Heng repeatedly ordered the Japanese captain to leave a small team here, and the task was to prepare to follow this trench, get behind the Eighth Route Army soldiers in the village, and attack them from both sides with the puppet army. He led two teams and continued to detour southward and search in the dark.
The remaining group of Japanese soldiers did not hesitate. They immediately placed a Type 99 light machine gun on each side of the trench, aiming at the village across the open area. The third machine gun followed the main force of the team down the trench, moved forward with the team, and approached the village covertly through the trench.
At the other end of the trench, there was a soldier from the second company squatting. He was the only eye that Gao Yidao had behind him.
There was a noise in the darkness. At first I thought it was the people from Class 9 coming over, but the more I listened, the more I felt something was wrong. Wasn't there too much noise? How many people were there
"Blowing out the lights"
The soldier shouted the agreed codeword in the darkness, but there was no response, so he pulled the bolt with a clatter: "Answer!"
Suddenly, the trench became quiet, and it was obvious that the attackers had stopped. The soldier suddenly felt something was wrong, and fired a shot into the darkness. Then... he was shot again and again.
Gao Yidao did not lead the Second Company to withdraw from the village. He knew that the Japanese must have left the village, but he could not guess whether they were retreating to the west or coming out to fight, so he was waiting. If the Japanese were retreating to the west, then he planned to lead the Second Company to attack the puppet army directly. If they could not defeat the Japanese, they could beat them as well to vent their anger; if the Japanese were coming out to fight, then they would inevitably engage in a firefight with the First or Third Company, and then it would not be too late for the Second Company to run away.
I never expected that the Japanese would appear in the open field behind me. The place where the 9th squad used to be was now occupied by two Type 9 rifles arrogantly shooting at the village. The trench in the open field had now become a trench for the Japanese. The 1st and 3rd companies were in the north and south respectively, and there was no sign at all? What the hell was going on
Hu Yi was very surprised. He was waiting to see what was going on, but he suddenly heard a strange noise not far from the north. It seemed that a large group of people were approaching in the dark. He thought it was the third company, but he was suspicious. He climbed up the tree in the dark. Not long after, the ninth squad passed a dark river of steel helmets. What happened to the third company? Even if they wanted to run, they should have fired a few shots to warn everyone, right
Several people from Class 9 watched helplessly as a large number of Japanese soldiers disappeared to the south. Some of them hid in the trenches. Not far away under the tree, only two machine guns about ten meters apart were left spewing flames, and the fields were filled with the sound of gunfire.
Amid the din of gunfire, a dark figure quietly descended from the tree, followed by the second, the third... and finally a small figure was gently picked up from above.
In this situation, it would be easy for Class 9 to escape, but Hu Yi could not make this decision because the Second Company was in danger and the arrogant Gao Yidao was about to be destroyed. The current Class 9 might be the last chance for the Second Company and they could not leave.
In front of everyone, Hu Yi raised the Mauser pistol in his hand and gestured twice, then gently put the gun into his pocket and took off the Type 38 rifle from his back.
Ma Liang and Liu Jianqiang understood and followed suit, gently putting away their Mauser pistols and taking off their rifles. The noise of Type 38 rifles and crooked handle machine guns was everywhere, and the sound of Mauser pistols was bad news.
Hu Yi pointed at the little girl, then gently patted Luo Fugui on the shoulder. Holding the Czech-style Luo Fugui, he nodded heavily in the dark.
Then he pulled out the bayonet and gently hung it on the muzzle. This action was to tell Ma Liang and Liu Jianqiang that they should not shoot if they could use the bayonet. So Ma Liang and Liu Jianqiang followed suit silently.
He raised his hand and pointed to the location of the flame of a crooked-handled rifle that was firing, and waved to Ma Liang and Liu Jianqiang. The two of them bent down, took light steps, and began to approach the target with extreme caution.
Finally, Hu Yi tapped Wu Shitou's hat brim with his knuckles, turned around and walked towards another crooked handle. Wu Shitou tilted his head in the dark, then pulled out the engineer shovel behind him and hung it in his hand, and followed Hu Yi.
Ma Liang and Liu Jianqiang were very cautious, afraid of making any noise and ruining things, and they wished they could turn into civet cats. Hu Yi and Wu Shitou were not so strict, Hu Yi walked slowly and steadily in front, while Wu Shitou followed closely behind, doing whatever the squad leader did, regardless of anything else.
It's not because of arrogance, but because he feels calm. He has become accustomed to this kind of environment. It is impossible for a heart that has died countless times to feel nervous. It is pitch black, there are gunshots, and the distance is not far, so he just needs to be careful not to fall.
The bayonet was hung low in front of him to prevent it from getting caught on the branches. The gun was slightly cool and very comfortable to the hand. In the light of the continuous fire, the outlines of three black helmets were very conspicuous. They were only a few meters away. One was a machine gunner, the one next to him was an assistant gunner, and the third one squatted at the back, maybe an ammunition handler, or an observer, who cares what he was.
The machine gunner was busy, so he was put last. Hu Yi actually walked next to the ammunition man squatting behind him and chose to ignore him. The ammunition man was a little confused. He couldn't figure out where this guy came from in the dark. He didn't seem to be wearing a helmet. He found that this guy suddenly raised his bayonet high behind the busy assistant gunner in front. He finally grinned in surprise and tried to pull the bolt of the rifle in his hand.
Whoosh—a heavy sound of breaking wind came from behind my head.
Snap—the sound of iron scratching across the neck.
Plop—the ammunition carrier fell with his head tilted, and most of his neck was chopped off by an engineering shovel.
Puff—the bayonet pierced his back fiercely. At the same time, Hu Yi felt that some liquid was sprayed all over his back, even the back of his neck, and was flowing down his spine hotly.
He pulled out the bayonet with great force. The machine gunner who was close by had just let go of the crooked handle of the machine gun and was stunned by the scene with his head tilted back.
Bang—he raised his foot and kicked hard at the unclear face. The shout that was about to come out was kicked back by Hu Yi's shoe sole, and the helmet hit the ground with a clang.
The bayonet, which was dripping with blood, was raised high for the second time, and fell down in an instant, leaving everything in darkness.
Ma Liang tightly grasped the gun, feeling his fingers and wrists ache as if he was powerless. He tried his best to hold his breath, but even his gums began to ache. He kept repeating to himself in his heart: This is just like shooting someone, don't panic, don't panic.
The flames from the machine gun in front were flashing fiercely. There were three Japanese soldiers, next to the machine gunner who was shooting, one on the left and one on the right, all lying on the ridge with their backs facing the sky.
Suddenly he felt someone touching his shoulder. Ma Liang shuddered in the dark. He turned around and found that it was Liu Jianqiang who was gesturing to him again and again, instructing him to deal with the machine gunner in the middle one by one.
Five meters, two meters... He was so close yet he was not discovered. He raised his bayonet. At this moment, the guy turned around and looked back.
Poof—that was Snotlout driving the bayonet into the back of his target.
Without any more hesitation, he gritted his teeth and stabbed the bayonet. He felt the bayonet piercing his flesh, as if... not too deep. The Japanese soldier who had already turned over had already grasped the bayonet under the muzzle with both hands. The tip of the knife had entered his abdomen several inches and could not go any further. Ma Liang was stunned...
Liu Jianqiang had just pulled out his bayonet when he was knocked headfirst by the Japanese machine gunner who had climbed up and fell to the ground. Liu Jianqiang instinctively let go of his rifle, and with one hand he tried his best to strangle the Japanese soldier's throat, while with the other hand he tried hard to grab his eyes. However, his fingers did not touch the Japanese soldier's eyes, but instead dug into his nose. So he dug his index finger directly into it, and then tried his best to tear it open.
"Ah—" a miserable howl rose.
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