Chapter 427

The two Japanese and puppet troops were so scared that they did not dare to be careless at all. There seemed to be three platoons of the Eighth Route Army in front of them. Although they were only equivalent to one small team of the Japanese army, they should not be careless at all. The combat power of the Eighth Route Army in the 12th District Team was much more terrifying than that of the Eighth Route Army in other places.

Captain Sasaki immediately determined that he had been introduced into the ambush circle. He was not at all panic, but was secretly excited. The main force of the 12th District Team was restrained by the Captain Ono. According to the fact that the anti-Japanese teams could appear were almost all small forces. This time, according to the superior's action, it was to annihilate the living forces of the Eighth Route Army. He thought it would take some effort, but he didn't expect that he would find it without any effort. The Eighth Route Army ambushed the other side of the stream, but it was just his wish.

Sasaki Akiji didn't believe it anymore. The two squadrons had nearly 300 elite troops, and they were afraid of a group of scattered soldiers from the Eighth Route Army. At best, the farmers in front were just a group of peasants with earth guns and spears.

Under the control of the two Japanese squadron leaders, the Japanese and puppet soldiers who were suddenly attacked did not flee. They carefully set up attack formations and constantly used firepower to tentatively reconnaissance the troops on the other side of the stream.

The water columns on the stream surface continued to explode, and gunfire sounds on both sides became more and more intense, like sandwiched biscuits. Although the terrain of the trench was covered by the trench, the eight armed forces were not idle at all.

However, it is strange that the armed forces hiding in the trench not only fired at one of the squadron leader Sasaki and Maori squadron leader, but also fired at the other side of the stream from time to time. Bullets flying in front and back often flew over the top of the trench, intertwining into a light net. The 12th District Team also paid more attention to the armed armed team. Can all the German-made shell guns be bad? The German-made twenty-shot shell guns were fully fired, which was no less than a light machine gun.

The machine gun that scared the Japanese and puppet soldiers was jumping with firecrackers and paper scrubbing in several iron buckets in the trench. Well! There were about tens of thousands of sounds!

The armed forces team still held the iron trumpet and shouted those false orders, holding a piece of oil and sesame paper in their hands, and speaking to the lines.

The gunfire sounds on both sides of the stream became more and more intense. The two sides of the straits were going back and forth, and they didn't know how much ammunition was wasted, and the gunfire sounds became more and more dense. In the fierce gunfire sounds and the firecrackers, there were occasionally shouts in Japanese on the other side of the stream. The two squadron leaders Sasaki Aki and Mori Mori did not hear them. There were gunfire sounds like fried beans and bursts of explosions, even the shouts with all their might, they were still drowned and inaudible.

However, the armed forces team members next to the stream disappeared in the rain of bullets. The trench where they were originally hiding was bombarded by grenades and mortar shells for a night with grenades and mortar shells. Most of them collapsed, leaving only a shallow ditch, revealing only one or two flattened iron buckets.

The gunshots on both sides of the stream were raucous and banged for a long time in the middle of the night. The captain of Sasaki Squadron organized several charges, but at most they rushed to the center of the stream and were still beaten back. The "Eighth Route Army" on the other side of the stream also had several attacks, and they were also blocked by the subordinates of Sasaki Aki and Morimoto. Both sides had no intention of retreating at all. The stream in the middle made both sides fight like a dividing line.

"Yo Xi! It's worthy of being the work of the Eighth Route Army!" As for this, the captain Sasaki was a little impressed by the opponent who had fought with him all night. The opponent was determined to fight. He was skilled in tactics, and like his own side, they were all in all three-eight blocks, well-equipped, and he was really a difficult opponent. It seems that the rumors about the 12th District Team are true. It is not easy to underestimate the 12th District Team, which grew up with the blood and life of the Great Japanese Imperial Army.

One night, both sides suffered heavy casualties, almost half of them. The two puppet army captains under Sasaki were all killed, and Mori Moto was not much better. He had a piece of ears cut off by bullets and a grenade shrapnel embedded in his thigh. The two squads under his command were all in full swing, leaving only about forty Japanese soldiers and more than thirty puppet troops. Before dawn, both sides of the stream stopped the fire, and the remaining people were accumulating energy to prepare for the decisive battle after dawn.

On the horizon of the east, a golden light burst out, and the first ray of sunlight illuminates the stream.

"Sashi give it to you!" Sasaki Aki pulled out the samurai sword. The samurai sword refracted the red sunshine in the east. Almost at the same time, a samurai flashed across the river and said, "Sashi give it to you!"

The silent stream became lively all of a sudden, and mortar shells flew into the sky, making free fall with a shrill whistle. The Japanese and puppet soldiers almost turned red and howled, rushing towards the stream with rifles in their hands.

"Which mud?!" Sasaki was shocked at the howling of the other side of the stream, widened his eyes and was stunned. When he came to his senses, two teams rushed to the center of the stream, pulled the trigger a while ago, and shot the bullets in the gun chamber.

"Wow!" "Baga!" "Long live the Emperor!" The people on both sides rushed together with almost the same slogans, bayonets fought to the bayonets, rolling into the cold stream.

Sasaki Dixin suddenly felt like she had stripped her clothes and threw it into the ice cellar. She ran through the chill in her heart and shouted suddenly: "Stop! Stop!" She took out her pistol and shot in the air!

Two gunshots and hoarse shouts slowed down the fight between the stream.

"What are your work?" The captain Maori Yuan also came to his senses and looked at the other party's clothes. It was the same as his own. The weapons in his hand were the same as his. The samurai sword in the commander who wrapped it into a rice dumpling head seemed to be like the same unit as him. Thinking of this, the captain Maori Yuan shivered suddenly, and a very terrifying guess came to his heart.

The opponent's officer stared at Captain Maorimoto's Squadron with red eyes and said viciously: "I am the squadron of the Imperial Japanese Imperial Army Aichi Prefecture!"

"What mud?" Captain Sasaki shook his body and almost spurted out a mouthful of blood. Obviously, he got the worst answer.

"Baga! You group of Eighth Route Army who pretended to be the Imperial Japanese Army will die." The squadron leader of Oichi Prefecture severely chopped over a Japanese soldier beside him, and the battle just now continued.

"No, we are also the Imperial Army of the Great Japanese Empire!" Mori Moto shouted with great strength: "Stop, stop! It's your own people. We are Japanese, and the people of the Great Japanese Empire should not kill each other, ah..." Several soldiers wearing Japanese uniforms rushed over, and several bayonets stabbed into his stomach and picked out their intestines.

"Don't stop, kill me!" The squadron leader of Dacheng County fell into a crazy killing. He fought all night and lost most of his subordinates. How could he swallow this tone? It can't be calmed down in just a few words.

It only takes a few seconds to decide life and death on the battlefield. The soldiers of Maori Moto and Akiji Sasaki side were not warfare or not without fighting. They were taken first by the opponent in a blink of an eye, and most of them were killed by the opponent, and even the prisoners did not want them.

Seeing the soldiers around him fall one by one, Sasaki Akiji lost his usual calmness, and held the samurai sword in panic and stammered: "No, no, I am Japanese! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

The captain of the Oichi Prefecture held a samurai sword with blood and approached Sasaki Akiji with blood. His face was covered with blood and his face was ferocious. He raised the samurai sword fiercely and gritted his teeth and said, "Baiga! Betrayed the Great Japanese Empire and surrendered to the Eighth Route Army! Go to Huangquan to confess!"

A cold light slashed down, and Sasaki Akiji's head rolled into the stream, and was washed downstream by the stream, and the entire stream was dyed bright red.

Captain Sasaki didn't understand until his death, why he revealed his identity and the other party refused to let him go.

If you want to blame, you can only blame the 12th District Team as the only anti-Japanese armed force in the North China base area that has retained the Japanese Eighth Route Army. There are too many fluent Japanese language in the 12th District Team, and they are proficient in Japanese customs and history. Even the Japanese cannot tell which ones are Japanese Eighth Route Army and which ones are disguised by the armed forces team. Sometimes the Japanese are suspicious and cannot believe that the other party is really his own person. Based on the principle of killing one thousand by mistake rather than letting go, they are still unaware of each other's own killing.

A new batch of battle reports was handed over to the table of the acting captain of Li Wei. Li Wei picked up a battle report, looked at it and smiled. The third company was active in action. Some Japanese and puppet troops who wanted to take advantage of the situation were mobilized by the third company's armed forces, honestly asking it to go east like a dog. It dared not go west. Almost like a script, several Japanese and puppet troops followed the rules. They were picked and tempted to think that the other party was the Eighth Route Army, and they fought each other with blood. This "dog bite dog plan" seemed to be implemented quite successfully.

"After notifying the dog bite plan, the dog bite plan will continue to be implemented, and the Japanese and puppet troops around the base area will be distracted." Li Wei issued the next order lightly. Although the third company is not responsible for the main combat tasks, its role is no less than an elite force. The "dog bite plan" implemented by the third company has caused the Japanese Army Command in North China to destroy the "fueling tactic" of the superposition of multiple echelons of troops.

The 11th Division Command was almost constantly moving and guerrilla covers several nearby troops, and Wang Bao, the captain of the 12th Division Team, who was following the headquarters, was like a rabbit on a hot pan. Yes! It was a rabbit, not an ant. The ant would only crawl in the pot, but the rabbit wanted to jump out of the pot.
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