The sky is dark and bright.

The Independent Company retreated nearly two kilometers to camp at night. Camping in the wild in the spring was very hard. The Independent Battalion was already out for training. Although the equipment was rudimentary, it was complete. There were light and dark sentries arranged, so the night was uneventful.

Before dawn, three platoons had set out from the camp and were already ambushing the Japanese patrol. This ambush was a little different from the previous ones. No explosives were buried, no grenades were used, and there were half as many bullets as before.

It's a bit wasteful to just kill ten patrolling Japs and use all the bullets in the guns, but the order must be carried out.

Li Yuan was not confident about the shooting level of the platoon, so he asked for a blank shot. If 20 people and 100 rounds of bullets could not kill 10 Japanese soldiers, then he, an instructor, should not do it.

If my technical and tactical skills are no match for yours, I will use my men and bullets to kill you little devil.

The sentry reported that the Japanese patrol had left the north yard and arrived at the ambush location in about ten minutes. The sentry observation post kept making gestures.

I wiped the sweat from my palms on my butt four or five times.

Bang?, Bang?, and then there were loud bangs and bangs. The first two sounds were a bit loud, and the sound of volleys of guns made the ten patrolling Japanese soldiers extremely dead. The soldiers who replenished their guns according to the tactical requirements did not use bayonets as usual.

He stabbed the Japanese who was already lying in a pool of blood, stepped forward according to the predetermined target, and shot the "fake national army" in the middle of the head regardless of life or death, causing red and white splashes, and then immediately withdrew, reluctantly looking at the seven wounds on the Japanese on the ground.

Nine rifles, bullet boxes.

The ten most skilled men arranged by the third platoon leader quickly stepped forward, picked up guns, picked out bullets, and put away grenades. In a short time, they had already rifled through the pockets of the Japanese soldiers.

Not a single gun of a platoon of attacking soldiers jammed! This was something that could never happen before. After a battle, there would always be a few jammed. The platoon leader was really convinced this time.

When the guerrillas fought in the past, they got stuck, grenades didn't explode, ambush explosives didn't explode, everything happened.

As expected, the seizure was indeed a Japs wearing national army uniforms. The Japs carried a base of nearly 200 rounds of ammunition individually. The Japs had used some of them. The total of 10 Japs was nearly 2,000 rounds. There were more than 70 people in one or three rows.

, I brought about 40 bullets per person when I set off, which made me feel at ease and more excited.

40 grenades.

The Japanese didn't even have a chance to pull the bolt.

Zero casualties.

Intensive gunfire broke the tranquility of the early morning. The Japs' figures flashed in the courtyard and began to gather. They quickly determined the source of the gunfire. A detachment, plus a firepower team of more than 20 Japs quickly rushed towards the location of the gunfire, forming a skirmishing attack formation.

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Company Commander Qing had already heard the sound of gunshots. The sound of gunshots could be heard far and clear in the silent mountains. The second platoon had been hiding in the forest all night, but it still could not follow the first and third rows. Knowing that the first and fourth rows were short of ammunition, they were a little worried.

, hearing the sound of gunfire, we were at least three or four kilometers away, and ordered a rapid march.

A company under Commander Xie Chenjiaqiao was slowly gathering, and the squad and platoon commander set off immediately after reassembly.

The sentries near Qingshanwu have heard the gunshots. Some of them are searching for the source of the gunfire near Qingshanwu, and some are reporting to the battalion headquarters.

The Japanese search team wearing national army uniforms was approaching the location where the Japanese patrol was attacked.

The top Japanese soldiers headed by three Japanese soldiers arrived at the patrol position and were using hand signals to report the situation to the Japanese soldiers behind them.

Intensive gunfire rang out again, and the number of Japanese who arrived exceeded expectations. With the light of dawn, the mist shrouded the bamboo forest, and the muzzle flame flickered, like a fairyland.

The bullets rolled up the mist, making the trajectory of the bullets particularly clear. The highly concentrated Japanese reacted quickly and climbed down when the first gunshot was fired. They might have been bitten by the bullets, but they were not fatal.

The body that reacted slowly felt like it had been hit by a speeding car. The sun came out, and thousands of golden lights like sharp swords shone in the bamboo forest. The attackers who had reloaded their ammunition had already charged over, and no one made a sound.

The first few Japs to crawl down pulled the bolts of their guns, aimed at the attacking shadow, and fired rapidly. The first guerrilla soldier who failed to hit the target was holding back his fire and fired continuously. The wails of the Japs on the ground suddenly stopped.

Four guerrillas died, three were seriously injured, and three were slightly injured. They were all caused by the Japanese who failed to hit the first wave of shots and fired after they reacted.

No one helped the wounded on the ground, the fallen comrades. It had been emphasized before the war that health workers with simple medical skills would be responsible for the treatment under the leadership of the third platoon leader of the third team. At the same time, the next battlefield layout was carried out. Watching the brothers of life and death fall to the ground, their teeth

The bite made a loud crunching sound, after cleaning the battlefield.

There were nearly 50 people behind the Japs, and less than a small team formed a skirmish formation and began to spread out the attack formation, forming a fan-shaped outflank and pushing closer.

The grenadier soldiers were looking for a position, measuring range, and the machine guns were following behind. The enemy's situation was unknown, and they were ready to find a place to build a machine gun position at any time.

The Japanese squad leader could tell from the gunshots that all the gunshots were from Chinese army rifles. There were no grenades or artillery shells. The attack direction was the west, which is the least likely direction. He guessed that it was a small force that hit the patrol when they encountered it.

Ambush and listen to gunshots, no more than 30 people, about one platoon of the Chinese army.

If you are dissatisfied, you can form a small team and eliminate them easily.

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The intersection of Qingwujie East Road.

"Stop, which part."

Two "national soldiers" emerged from the bamboo forest and pointed their guns at the two Chenjiaqiao scouts who came over.

"We are the Chenjiaqiao Department under the headquarters of Xie Shengqiao, Commander-in-Chief of the Zhejiang, Anhui, and Jiangsu Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Forces. Which department are you in?" He spoke in a condescending tone.

The two "national soldiers" looked at each other: "We are from the Northeast Army, the 67th Army. We were separated from the main force and only arrived here the day before yesterday." This Japanese soldier had been in the Northeast, and the Northeastern dialect is a bit strange.

"It turns out we are brothers from the Northeastern Army. What happened to the gunfire from your side just now?" This brother is very smart, but he doesn't know what accent the Northeastern people speak!

"Oh, that's us training."

"No wonder, there seemed to be a gunshot the night before yesterday. I planned to come and have a look when it got dark, but then the gunshot stopped and I didn't come."

"Come on, brother, have a smoke. We will go back in a while. If you can't find the 67th Army, you can do it with us." He took two crepe cigarettes from his bag and handed them over.

Lighting up the fire: "Then you work first, we will go back first."

"You have to come over and tell me your name, Feng Dabiao."

The Japanese sentry who spoke Chinese spoke with a Northeastern accent and sent back Xie Shengbiao and Chenjiaqiao search sentry who were searching the Qingwu boundary.

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The sun rises higher and higher, bringing not much heat in winter, causing the mist to gradually dissipate. The mist drips from the condensed branches "tick-tick-tick" bit by bit, and birds are heard in the mountains.

The active voice was chirping on the branches, which was very strange.

Company Commander Qing had arrived at the place where rows one and three were camping, but he didn't find any clues that seemed valuable to him. The cotton threads on the gray clothes hanging on the bamboo branches convinced him that the campsites were in rows three.

At this time, the louder and denser sounds of gunfire rang out again. He pulled out his imitation Mauser and said, "Comrades, follow me and march quickly." He ignored the complaining eyes of the second platoon leader. The charge belonged to our squad platoon leader.

Well, as a company commander, you are the commander, okay?

Hearing another gunshot, he listened carefully, and saw the sound of seventy-nine bullets! Feng Dabiao, who was walking back, shook his head: "The Northeastern Army is so fucking awesome, a bunch of defeated soldiers are trained to be awesome.

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The devil squad leader is very cautious.

Frontal attack, outflank from both sides.

The Japanese hunkered down and walked past the location of the search team that had fallen to the ground, and then past the location where the patrol team was attacked. There was no one there, but there was a figure to the west, which was a bit far away and couldn't be seen clearly.

The team leader of the Little Japs listened to the report of the reconnaissance Little Japs: "Eight, they must be a small group of troops, hit and run, to avenge the imperial warriors and kill the enemy." He pulled out the command knife and pointed it forward, and the Japs prepared to charge.

"Ban Zai, Amai Dougulu Xi Mao." (Long live, kill them)

The little Japs didn't care about their formation in the bamboo forest and rushed towards the escape direction of the figure in front. The Japs had a very strange characteristic. Once they got angry, they would not obey the command and forget the squadron leader's order. The task of the advance team was to infiltrate and collect information.

Intelligence, destruction of military facilities and logistical support. There seems to be no direct combat.

At the same time, he forgot the saying of the Chinese ancestors: No one can enter the forest. Maybe he dozed off while studying Chinese.

The Chinese who were escaping in front actually dared to attack the Imperial Japanese devils...oh warriors. They were so impatient.

The person in front couldn't run anymore? The team leader looked at the blood on the ground. It couldn't be false. There were wounded people. I heard that the Chinese like to save their teammates.

The squad leader shouted with a ferocious smile: "Kill the modified machine!"

Smoke rose from the ground in more than a dozen places.

"No, grenade," the Japanese infantrymen who noticed the green smoke were nervous, "Boom, boom?" They could see the green smoke, and the grenade that had been kicked on fire by the Japanese had been on fire for four or five seconds.

More than 20 Japs were blown over, and all the other Japs also climbed down.

After a while, Maoyao, who was not injured, stood up and looked around with a gun, focusing on the front, and sent half of the troops to treat the wounded.

There was another gunshot from the front, and the bullets hit the bamboos in the bamboo forest. Due to the obstruction of the dense bamboo forest, the intensive bullets still injured two Japanese soldiers.

Seeing that something was wrong, the Japs squad leader calmed down. He ordered the machine gun to go to the front and shoot wildly at places where there might be people.

When the machine gun arrives at the front line, it is either conducting fire reconnaissance or preparing to run away. At this time, more than half of the casualties are naturally preparing to run away.

The formation of the Japanese troops was the same as that of the Chinese Yuan Shikai. They were all based on the German army. Generally, there were 10 people per squad plus firepower. Three squads formed one platoon, three platoons and one company, and three companies and one battalion, plus reconnaissance, communication, paperwork, and cooking.

, the red organization has one more instructor. The devils are divided into detachments, squads, squadrons, brigade, regiments, brigades, and divisions. The basic staffing is almost the same.

After the machine gun was cut off, the miserable Japanese prepared a "strategic" retreat.

Gunshots rang out from both sides of the forest, and two bullets penetrated the short and fat body of the squad leader at the same time. The machine gun went silent, and the first target was eliminated. It was beautiful. Almost at the same time, the machine gunner's body shook, and the muzzle of the machine gun immediately tilted up.

The target was solved, perfect. The secondary shooter immediately took up the shooting position, holding the machine gun handle with his hand. He just leveled the muzzle, and the bullet that did not rotate very quickly penetrated into the body. Most of the old sleeves were produced during the Manchu and Qing Dynasties.

, after nearly 20 to 30 years of use, the rifling has basically been smoothed out, the bullet does not spin, and the trajectory is naturally unstable.
Chapter completed!