The Eighth Route Army likes to fight at night, which is forced by the environment. They lack guns, artillery and ammunition. The Japanese have good guns and weapons, so darkness is the best cover, which can offset the enemy's advantages and can run at any time. In fact, the Japanese are good at fighting at night, because the Japanese infantry tactics emphasize bold detours. A squad, or even a squad, dares to go straight behind the enemy. On the front battlefield, this tactical characteristic often causes large organizations to panic and retreat, and lose the defense line. However, the Eighth Route Army often has no defense line and no position. In this case, the Japanese have a spear but can't see where the shield is. What can they do
It was pitch black all around, and the only thing that could be seen was the chaotic flashes of muzzle flames. Wu Yan fired several shots towards the location where the flames flashed, then rolled sideways to move to another place.
There were too many devils. Even in the dark, the company could not stop them. Their firepower was inferior to theirs. The several Type 99 rifles on the opposite side made the whole forest tremble. From time to time, soldiers nearby could be heard being shot. Wu Yan had a lot of experience in fighting the devils and knew what kind of people they were. What he was most worried about now was not the increasing casualties, but the devils' habit of not attacking only one side. They might now take advantage of the darkness to split up and go around.
The Second Company is in danger, and now the First Company is in danger as well. If we continue to delay in saving the Second Company, the First Company may also be doomed.
"Don't panic when retreating. The first and second rows will cover each other alternately. Keep in contact and retreat. The third row will cover the south side."
Wu Yan gave the order. This was the limit of what he could do. He had to lead the first company to lead the Japanese away from the village. These Japanese on the opposite side were undoubtedly the main force. After leading them away, the rest would depend on the second company itself.
Click—the Type 99 rifle finally jammed. It was pitch black and I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I pulled the bolt as hard as I could but there was no response. I punched it twice but it didn't work.
"How did you load the bullets?" Liu Jianqiang was furious.
"How did you fight? You didn't even take a breath. Now even the bullet bowl is hot. Who can you blame?" Ma Liang became even angrier.
The machine gun couldn't be fired, so Liu Jianqiang threw away the butt of his crooked-handled machine gun and turned around to feel for the rifle he had dropped nearby.
Ma Liang also turned around, trying to pull out his rifle that was still stuck in the Japanese corpse. As soon as he turned around, he saw a dark shadow behind him and was startled: "Who?"
"What the hell!" Luo Fugui was rummaging through the corpse in the dark. There was a small figure lying next to him, busying himself with Luo Fugui.
"Where's my gun?"
Luo Fugui fumbled around for a few weapons and threw a rifle with a bayonet at Ma Liang's feet with a clang.
Xiao Hongying whispered to Ma Liang in the darkness, "Why did you two stop?"
"Snot can turn a machine gun into hot coals"
There was no life in the trench anymore. Hu Yi kept pointing his gun at that section of the horizontal trench, waiting calmly. As long as there was a flash of gunfire, he would suppress it without hesitation. But now, the Japanese hiding there were unwilling to come out and fire again.
The gunshots from the south were getting farther and farther away. It was Wu Yan who was leading the Japanese to run. It was estimated that the first company would suffer casualties, but the situation was no longer tense. Hu Yi originally planned to shout to the village to let the second company run north, but now he could save the trouble. He hesitated whether he should take the opportunity to clean up the Japanese in the open field.
Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire from the west of the village, followed by the sound of grenade explosions. Someone launched an attack on the village from the west.
It can only be the third company. Why did they go to the west? Hu Yi was puzzled. Before he had time to think about this question, there was a rustling sound nearby, and a figure came over crouching. Before he came close, he spoke first: "Squad leader."
Hu Yi recognized it was Liu Jianqiang, so he readjusted his gaze and stared at the dark field.
Liu Jianqiang went to Hu Yi's right and lay down: "The Japanese soldiers from the south can't come over for a while, let's clear the Japanese soldiers in the trenches?"
Hu Yi didn't say anything. Fighting in the dark, there were many accidents. The current situation was like this, all due to accidents. If the Second Company hadn't been caught in a pincer attack and fell into crisis, Hu Yi would never have thought of leading the Ninth Squad to fight this battle. The original idea was that if the Japanese were confirmed to have come out, they would either contact the First Company or the Third Company. In that case, the Second Company would definitely retreat, and the First and Third Companies would also retreat. The Ninth Squad would just turn around and run away, and that would be the end. Who dared to imagine the current situation
There were only a dozen or so Japanese soldiers left in a small team hiding in the middle trench to resist. The darkness was a cover for them as well as their own side. It seemed simple, but in fact it might not be that easy to defeat them if they really started fighting.
The squad leader did not respond, so Liu Jianqiang said, "Ma Liang, I and the fool will sneak through the ditch and throw a volley of grenades at them from a suitable distance into the trench. I don't believe there will be a few survivors left."
At this time, three figures came closer, they were Ma Liang, Luo Fugui and Xiao Hongying.
"Brother, I think it's okay. The three of us are enough." Ma Liang heard what Liu Jianqiang said before, stopped behind Hu Yi and agreed with Liu Jianqiang's idea.
"Damn it, if we can get rid of those little Japanese devils in the middle, then we can pick up everything in the ditch, right?" Luo Fugui's purpose is always the simplest.
In the darkness, Hu Yi thought for a while and finally spoke: "Runny Nose, you change to a pistol and follow me. Fool, you stay behind. Don't get too close to us. Move gently. Mule, put the machine gun on the ground and aim at the trench, not the ditch, or you will kill the three of us."
"Rustle" - just as the words fell, a faint sound was heard in the darkness not far away, which seemed to be the sound of falling sand.
Hu Yi's nerves suddenly tensed up, and he turned his head sharply to look at the trench in the dark, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, staring fixedly at the darkness.
It was frozen in this state for a moment, or a second, perhaps three seconds, and he suddenly shouted, "Scatter and hide," and then instinctively prepared to crouch down, but suddenly jumped up and pounced on the smallest figure.
Snap-squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak…
Boom—boom…
The thunder-like flash released an explosive blast that hit the eardrums hard, shaking the internal organs and sending gravel and shrapnel flying in the darkness.
Six grenades exploded, three here and three at the machine gun position on the other side of the trench.
What the 9th squad thought was also what the Japanese thought. The sound of the main gunfire in the south gradually faded away, which made the dozen Japanese soldiers hiding in the trench determined to fight back. So they acted before the 9th squad, taking advantage of the darkness, quietly turned out of the trench, crawled at the bottom of the trench, and launched a close assault.
Without caring that his vision was still out of focus, Hu Yi let go of the little girl in his arms and pulled her behind him. He pulled out his revolver, pointed it at the dark location at the entrance of the trench a few meters away, and fired wildly.
Snap, snap…
"Don't stand up even if you're mule-fired," Hu Yi screamed as he fired madly into the darkness.
Luo Fugui heard Hu Yi's shouting, but was unable to open fire. He immediately jumped into the trench holding a machine gun. After the explosion, he felt someone stepping on his back and rushing upwards. He then heard the sound of a Mauser pistol firing wildly and bullets whizzing overhead. Then someone fell heavily from the edge of the trench and hit him on the back. The machine gun was pressed under his chest, making Luo Fugui dizzy and unable to respond.
Ma Liang, who was lying on the edge of the earthen embankment, raised his head in panic, but could not see anything clearly. He only saw the flames of a Mauser pistol not far away that continued to shoot at the entrance of the trench. He heard Hu Yi's scream in the dark, so he pulled open the holster and just as he grabbed the Mauser pistol in his hand, he felt someone kicked him from the side.
thump-
A figure holding a bayonet had just jumped over the ridge, but was tripped and fell down. No one in the ninth squad was standing, let alone this person who came from the field outside the ridge.
Bang, bang, bang—he fired three shots at the blurry figure that fell beside him. Then Ma Liang turned over and lay on his back, turned the muzzle of the gun towards the ridge and shouted in panic: "Beside, beside!"
Bang, bang—two dazzling flames from Type 38 rifles flashed not far away, and then a third Mauser pistol nearby fired more than ten shots at that position. It should be Liu Jianqiang.
Luo Fugui struggled, and just as he threw off the body on his back, a shoe stepped on his face. The soil on the side of the trench fell, and the figure who was about to climb out slid to the bottom of the trench. He looked at the helmet in surprise, and found that the other party seemed to be looking at him in surprise. He suddenly stretched out his bear paws and pressed the head of the helmet in front of him, pressing his eyes, nose and chin into the mud at the bottom of the trench, until he could not sink any further. He held him tightly and dared not let go, letting him flutter his hands and feet in the dark.
Bang, bang, bang. Suddenly, there was a burst of intense gunfire in the nearby field. It seemed that someone was shot and fell behind the embankment, and a hail of bullets flew over the head.
"Stop, damn it! Don't rush over!" a voice shouted in the field behind the embankment.
At this moment, Gao Yidao's voice is like the sound of nature...