Chapter 273

When the Japanese soldiers using modern firearms were facing close combat troops, the Type 38 rifle in their hands was not as good as a fire stick, especially in the forest, which made Li Wei and Hideko Kiyoda kill three in and three out like fish. The two who had never cooperated before cooperated and were both offensive and defended each other. Their attacks and defenses continued to change, killing the Japanese soldiers, and the Japanese army following the guard company was torn to pieces.

If it weren't for the Stardust Shuttle being consumed in the blocking battle a month ago, Li Wei's combat effectiveness would have been improved a little further.

Picking up the newly seized Japanese-style 38th hood, Masao Miyamoto and other Japanese comrades shouted excitedly! They were once soldiers, and they picked up their weapons again, and their blood that had been cold for a long time boiled again.

"Give it to Sashi!" Miyamoto Masao howled excitedly. As soon as he opened his mouth, both sides almost couldn't come back in one breath and choked to death!

Wow!~~~~~~

The Eighth Route Army swept out a wave of guns, and the Japanese soldiers who did not react immediately fell down a row!

The 8th Route Armour platoon of Japanese comrades was very neat. It was indeed professionally trained in Japan. I haven't touched the gun for a long time, but I was tidy as if I were a person when I fired it.

"Give it to Sasi!" Both sides shouted the same!

"Damn, who is your own person?" This made Li Wei really depressed! You said this Japanese comrade, just open the fire? What are you yelling? You have to yell in Chinese if you want to yell, right? Why do you yell at the yelling of a Japanese devil soldier?!

For a time, the combat power in Wang Bao and his team increased greatly, and their movements were much faster. These Japanese comrades showed great courage. When they met scattered Japanese soldiers, they swung their bayonets and pounced on them. The shining bayonets pierced through the enemy's body. They did not break up because the other party was his own compatriots. They made Wang Bao, Chen Jiayao and other soldiers in the guard company stunned. It was really hard to believe that these Japanese were the same people as those Japanese soldiers before.

"You guys?! What?!" Wang Bao didn't know how to speak like this!

A Japanese comrade saw Wang Bao's doubts, turned around and smiled, "Haha, when we picked up the gun, we were samurai, we only had enemies and no compatriots in our eyes. I am also proletarian revolutionary warriors like you, so don't worry."

At any time, these Japanese comrades are very cautious and can understand the psychological thoughts of Chinese comrades. Sometimes they would rather be wronged than make more excuses.

Wang Bao also replied with a sincere smile: "I believe you, thank you!"

There are very few Eighth Route Army who can say thank you to the Japanese. At least Wang Bao still thinks he is an open and honest person.

When these Japanese comrades opened fire at the Japanese soldiers without hesitation, a big rock pressing on the hearts of the guard company soldiers disappeared. These Japanese people are still reliable and much better than traitors who are a dog.

"Li Weijun? What are you looking at?!" Hideko Kiyota threw out a shuriken and knocked down a soldier. Seeing Li Wei looking around in a daze.

Li Wei blushed and touched his head with a embarrassed look: "This, this, I don't know where our team is?" Wang Bao and the others moved too quickly. The brothers of the Guard Company did not have the habit of shooting and yelling. There were only Japanese ghost screams everywhere, which made Li Wei lose his direction.

In Hideko Kiyoshi's heart, Li Weijun is a super expert, and the difference brought by his confused expression made Hideko Kiyoshi's face look rare on her frozen face, and she couldn't help but chuckled. Li Wei's eyes turned straight. What a familiar smile, which evoked Li Wei's memories again. At the beginning, Han Xiuying was so angry that she smiled at him in awe.

"Li Weijun, is there anything wrong with me?" Seeing Li Wei staring at him stupidly, Hideko Kiyoda's face turned red.

Li Wei was shocked and found that he had lost his composure. He immediately woke up and looked away, and said, "Haha, ha, no, nothing."

The five subordinates of Hideko Kiyoda who were picking up weapons nearby ignored the two and still quickly plundered weapons and ammunition. The Japanese were indeed a good player in implementing the Sanguang policy.

"Okay, I know where Miyamoto and the others are, I'll take you back." Hideko Kiyoda said shyly, even she couldn't believe she could speak in this tone.

Hideko Kiyoda took Li Wei and five subordinates to chase Wang Bao and Miyamoto Masao and his team. Sure enough, she found them very smoothly and armed all the thirty-five Japanese comrades.

The Japanese soldiers who were chasing Wang Bao and others couldn't figure out how they chased each other. It seemed that the flood had rushed to the Dragon King Temple. They felt like they were fighting with their own people. Why did the Eighth Route Army speak their own Japanese? But when they shouted at the other party, they were directly and unceremoniously shot and killed many of them. What was going on? Many Japanese soldiers were confused. In the time they had not figured out, the other party had already left their fire range and vision.

After following Wang Bao and the others ran far away, Li Wei breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the comrades in the team. These Japanese comrades were honest and dedicated to taking over the work of the injured guard company soldiers. Perhaps the result of the revolutionary education. The bravery of those Japanese comrades in fighting just now was much stronger than that of ordinary Japanese soldiers. It was no problem to fight one by one. Communist learning can indeed improve people's combat effectiveness.

"Stop moving forward, there is something ahead!" The Japanese comrade who was reconnaissance in front returned.

"There is an enemy! The enemy has opened a long blockade line!" The message returned again before.

"The enemy is surrounded!" Miyamoto's face was not very good. In front of it was a temporary camp of the Japanese army, and behind it, three rows of Japanese troops, who were raising long dragons, were slowly advancing here, searching carefully every inch of land. The gunfire sounds of machine gunners in the team were one after another, and animals in the mountains were panic and running around everywhere.

The nearly 30,000 Japanese troops were not a number that people could see. The battle just now gave the Japanese commanders enough time to regulate the troops. Judging from the calm actions of the Japanese soldiers who searched, they confidently determined that the target was within their own encirclement. The Japanese army's action of encircling Chen Jiayao, the telegraph team of the Eighth Route Army, had reached the final moment of closing the net.

"We are surrounded!" Wang Bao raised his telescope and saw the surrounding situation clearly and judged. Unexpectedly, he just escaped from the tiger's mouth and jumped into the kang. In order to catch them, the Japanese army actually pulled out such a huge net, and then continued to shrink, compressed their activity space, and finally defeated in one fell swoop.

The Japanese comrades looked at each other with the soldiers of the guard company, said nothing, and held the rifle tightly and began to distribute the remaining ammunition.

Duan Cheng stood in a support camp as a blockade, looking straight at the mountains and fields. On the top of the mountain ridge six kilometers away, he could vaguely see the dazzling yellow military uniforms of the Japanese soldiers coming here.

This is Okamura Yasuji's iron wall encirclement tactics specifically targeting the Eighth Route Army's guerrilla warfare. The large net moves and advances, and the iron wall blockade line is fixed on the other side. The combination of movement and stillness is used to limit the enemy's mobility and drive the enemy into the carefully set up ambush circle, and then completely eliminate the enemy.

The gunshots sounded from time to time in the mountains and fields, like an iron hook, made Duan Cheng feel uncomfortable. As long as the search line of the Japanese brigade in front was combined with the blockade line here, the Eighth Route Army would be finished.

"Who is it!" The Japanese sentry at the gate of the camp suddenly shouted.

"Go aside, we have an emergency military situation!" The same Japanese sounded at the camp gate.

"Which part of you are from?" The Japanese sentry at the gate of the camp questioned the other party's identity unyieldingly.

"Baga! What are you? You dare to block the uncle's way!"

Bang!

There was a crisp sound at the camp gate!

"You, dare you hit me?" The sentry who was slapped in the face was furious: "You are dead!" He raised his rifle and wanted to return a stock of the guy who offended him.

Many Japanese and puppet soldiers in the camp rushed to watch the fun. Compared with the troops who were rushing over mountains and rivers outside, the camp in the blockade line seemed very boring, and it was rare for someone to have disputes. Whether in China or Japan, people who were afraid of the world were afraid of chaos.

The camp gate suddenly became lively, and the group fights with accents attracted the attention of many people.

Duan Cheng frowned. The noise at the entrance of the camp destroyed his mood of looking into the mountains and fields. These Japanese were so rough that they were as uncivilized.

A Japanese officer ran over in a panic, kicking and fighting, and shouting at both sides furiously: "Baga! You pigs! You bastard, damn it, are you going to the military court? Baga! Don't retreat!"

He pulled away the sentry in his camp, and without looking at it, he slapped him in the face. The Japanese officer turned his head and looked up and down at the people from outside the camp, and said angrily: "Which commander are you subordinates?! Why are you doing to break into our camp?"

The other party expressed disdainful expression and said arrogantly: "My name is Masao Miyamoto. I am the captain of the first squadron of the 223rd Lian Company. I am escorting the prisoners." He glanced at the outside of the camp gate.

At this time, the Japanese officers and the Japanese and puppet soldiers who were watching the fun clearly saw that the uninvited arrogant guys were still escorting a group of Eighth Route Army prisoners. These prisoners were all in a mess and even wounded, and there were people in the team escorting telegraphs.
Chapter completed!