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Section 486

Chapter 486

"Wu Houer! You can encircle the village for me and gather it for me! Don't let an enemy go! Don't let me capture you!" Li Wei pulled out the fighting sting and killing demons and put it in his hand. Every time he pulled it out, it almost meant seeing blood. The orders issued were also very distinctive. The king's orders were unbearable. The district captain Wang Bao, a combat style that eliminated the roots and did not leave any future troubles was also a headache. However, the advantages outweighed the disadvantages, and he had no choice but to let it go.

"The second and third rows are divided into two groups, lurking from the east and west entrances of the village. You must hide and catch them off guard!" Li Wei's best attitude is to launch a sudden attack, Yin people and Yin to the end, and kill them with one blow, without giving the enemy any chance to fight back.

"Yes!" The second platoon leader Zhuang Dongrong and the third platoon leader Tang Shaoming were both veterans who followed Li Wei, and had no doubts about Li Wei's orders. The military's duty is to obey superiors unconditionally.

"Four rows!" Li Wei used stones and dirt to build a village layout on the ground, drew a cross from north to south, left to west, right to east, and pointed to the south of the village: "Four rows launched an attack from here at the south entrance of the village, and rushed in with firepower."

"I understand!" The fourth platoon leader Tie Niu understood that Li Wei was placing a siege of three quads and one, and his own way was an attack. Just now, the second and third platoons were ambushers on the left and right wings, responsible for driving the enemy into a frightened bird. The Xuliu road in the north of the village is where the company commander Li Wei's killer move is.

Without the fourth platoon leader Tie Niu's surprise, Li Wei patted Ren Qiang, the fifth platoon leader Ren Qiang on the shoulder and said, "Cloth a pocket at the entrance of the north entrance of the village. Give you five machine guns, you must pierce the pocket to death!"

The company commander of the militia company following Li Wei saw that the platoons of the fourth company had assigned tasks, and the only ones who were left with the militia company had not yet been assigned the tasks. He couldn't help but say anxiously: "Commander Li, where is our mission!"

"You?!" Li Wei smiled at the simple man. Although the militia's combat effectiveness is not weak, their biggest disadvantage is their lack of organizational strength and coordination. Since they hold guns and hoes in one hand, they are not as good as the daily team of the 12th District Team. It may not be possible to deal with regular Japanese troops, and there is still no problem with dealing with puppet troops. However, Li Wei did not ignore the power in his hand. He said: "Your mission is very simple. Just help the fifth company to pierce the pocket to death! You don't need to charge, just block the enemy outside the entrance of the village and complete the task successfully."

"Yes!" The militia company commander excitedly saluted Li Wei. Compared with the militia, regular troops are all higher than those of the militia. Tieing a pocket is not a small job. This is the fourth company commander who is ruling them. The militia who are eager to fight are in a military mood at this moment, just as the old glutton encountered a table of delicious food, and Li Wei gave them a pair of chopsticks.

It seems that Li Wei does not intend to let this group of puppet troops go, and add another layer of blockade on all sides. This group of puppet troops is difficult to fly even if they have wings.

After the combat plan was issued, the platoon leaders immediately organized their own squad leader and refined Li Wei's combat goals into actual combat plans. After fifteen minutes, the platoons began to enter the positions respectively.

Li Wei followed behind the four rows and was responsible for the formation. The combat mission of driving away the enemy was not easy at all. It was like squeezing toothpaste. It had to put enough pressure on the enemy and use force to squeeze the enemy out of the village.

"Cough cough! Village chief! The villagers can't stand it anymore!" The young man, who was soaked in smoke, held the authentic cave wall and kept coughing and touching the depths of the tunnel.

The air in the tunnel with only one or a half lit small oil lamp was turbid, and the burning stinking smell was mixed with the choking smell. Many villagers with soft and softness squatted in the narrow tunnel uneasily, whispering to each other from time to time. The young children found harsh cries because they were not used to the dim environment in the tunnel. At this moment, the adults had no intention of urging the little bastards who made noises, and they looked at the butts and eggs, but their more attention was in the direction of the tunnel entrance.

"Village Chief! Let's go out and fight those damn gods!" Several young men holding rifles in their hands couldn't help themselves. From time to time, they looked at the tunnel entrances blocked by the quilts and rattan baskets. The outside had almost become a blazing fire hell, sucking the only oxygen left in the tunnel. The only ventilation holes in the tunnel were the only ventilating holes. Under such violent combustion, the ability to ventilate into the tunnel became increasingly powerless. The things that blocked the tunnel could not completely block the backflow of the smoke, and from time to time, a slight choking breath filled the tunnel.

"No one is allowed to move!" The white-bearded village chief of Shaheqiao Village knocked on the smoke pole without sparks, glared at the young men holding guns fiercely, and coughed a few times and said angrily: "You guys, do you want to die?? The fire outside is so burning that even iron can turn into water. Do you think you guys are more resistant to burning than those who are hit by iron?!"

Because of the poor air supply, the people in the tunnel seemed to be depressed, and the young people who wanted to rush there seemed to be very excited: "But, but, cough, cough, village chief, we can't wait to die here!"

Once the thick smoke poured into the tunnel reaches a certain proportion, it is likely to escape from the vents. The most terrible consequence is that the only few vents are exposed and excavated by the enemy or even directly blocked, the villagers will face the terrible tragic situation of being trapped in the tunnel.

The village chief trembled with the cigarette pole in his hand, pointing at the young people unhinderedly and said, "What do you know?! What do you use to fight against the enemy? As long as you set up a machine gun at the tunnel entrance, no matter how many of you have, you can't rush out. The people who are asking for help have been sent out. I believe someone will come to save us soon. The only thing we can do now is wait!"

"But, I don't know when I will wait?" The young man holding the gun burst out on his forehead, and his anger was uncontrollable. He could almost see a trace of smoke flowing in the hole. If the enemy outside had no military dogs, he would have smelled the smoke from the vent.

"Now the old and young people in the village are behind you. You act rashly, and it's okay if you die. What should those unarmed villagers do?! I heard that there is an Eighth Route Army stationed in Hejian, not far from us. If you want to believe that the Eighth Route Army will definitely come to save us." The village chief's eyes were usually a little stupid. The majesty of the elders accumulated over the years bloomed. These passionate young people were stunned, frightened by the village chief's aura and calmed down for a moment.

The long tunnel echoed like a resonant cavity, the burning sounds of the outside of the cave and the clamor of the puppet soldiers. The tunnel seemed extremely quiet. After being scolded by the village chief, the young people around the village chief stopped impulsively, leaned against the wall of the tunnel, held the gun tightly in their hands, and waited for the last moment to fight the enemy to the death.

Bang! ~ Dada! There was a sudden burst of gunfire sound like fried beans outside the tunnel. The young people around the village chief were shocked and showed joy at the same time as the old village chief who was not in a good position in the ancient well.

boom......

The tunnel was trembling slightly as if it had a slight earthquake, and some dirt and dust were scattered.

"Here! Come! Fighting outside!" The young people who were shouting to rush out just now cheered. The old village chief shook the cigarette pole in his hand excitedly, and did not stop the young people from almost exposing the sound of the tunnel. The gunshots and explosions outside were almost dense, and it was absolutely impossible for the puppet soldiers to vent their vents. There was only one possibility. Someone came to save them, and there were many people, very good equipment, and very powerful!

The listless villagers were originally sitting in the dim tunnel, and were startled by the increasingly lively movement outside the tunnel. They stood up and looked up at the top of the tunnel, as if they wanted to see through the several meters thick layer of earth and stones and always wanted to see the fierce battle on the surface.

The lamps of several oil lamps hanging on the tunnel walls were shaking from time to time with the explosion sounds from outside. Many clever villagers simply put their ears on the tunnel walls. The movements on the ground seemed to be much clearer. Gunshots, explosions, and even sharp screams could be heard from time to time. The footsteps on the ground were rapid and powerful, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right. It is almost certain that someone rushed in from the south of the village and was pushing towards the north of the village step by step.

"Enemma, the enemy has retreated!" A villager who was leaning against the cave wall and listening to the movement outside suddenly screamed, and the footsteps and gunshots outside seemed to be gone a little by little.

"Yes, the enemy has retreated!" The villagers in several other branches of tunnels also shouted, and their voices kept refracting in the narrow tunnels, making them look extremely bright.

At this moment, several loud roars suddenly came from the direction of the tunnel entrance. The quilts and houses that blocked the tunnel entrance were washed away by a wave of air, and a thick smoke surged into the tunnel!

A cough sounded immediately in the tunnel, and the tunnel opening was forced to open by the outside world a little suddenly. What's going on? The village chief was a little surprised and suspicious! Several young men with guns immediately covered the village chief behind him, covered his mouth and nose with a wet towel, touched the tunnel opening, and were on guard.

As the thick smoke poured into the tunnel, more fresh air was pouring in, and the sound of squeaks came from the tunnel entrance. The humidity of the water vapor in the air suddenly increased a lot. The proportion of smoke and dust wrapped in water vapor became much greater, and the smoke pouring into the tunnel quickly decreased.

"You pig's brain! You will throw grenades! Can't you use water to water it?" Someone outside the tunnel entrance was scolding a bad guy in anger. It seemed that someone was eager to put out the fire just now, and directly used the grenade to knock out the fire at the tunnel entrance. After fighting for a long time, he only knew how to achieve his goal as soon as possible, and did not know how to choose the applicable means.

"No, it's not the enemy!" The village chief heard clearly from behind. The puppet army would not be so kind-hearted and took the initiative to put out the fire at the tunnel entrance.
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