Chapter 530

Chen Jiayao's order was not issued for long, "其!" A gunshot suddenly came from the north of Shijing Town, followed by a loud noise, and the sound of grenades exploded from time to time.

"What's going on?!" District captain Wang Bao pulled out his pistol, and the sudden gunfire was absolutely unusual.

"It's the enemy!" Chen Jiayao's mind was like lightning. At this time, there was no possibility of shooting training and exercises. If the enemy took advantage of the situation and touched the edge of Ishii Town, the situation was already very serious. At this moment, the matter between Takahashi and Baihu could only be put aside for the time being.

The district team drew the remaining soldiers to protect the masses and transfer them. The last batch of personnel were mostly civilians and armed personnel with less than one company of troops, most of which were militia and armed forces.

It has to be said that the timing of this enemy's choice is very accurate, and it launched a surprise attack just when the 12th District Team Battalion Headquarters were the weakest.

This is not the first time that Shijing Town has been attacked by the enemy. Wang Bao was not panicked, but the serious shortage of troops is a practical problem on the table. His face changed a few moments and rushed out of the office and shouted loudly: "Everyone organized, get the gun, and prepare to participate in the battle!"

The remaining men in the military camp immediately mobilized and opened up the inventory of arms. Whether the soldiers who were in the process of being organized, the district government administrators, or even the strong villagers, they all received a steel gun and carried out a brief pre-war mobilization.

Ishii Town is at its weakest moment. At this moment, the enemy must be prepared to launch a sudden attack at this time. Wang Bao did not hope to transfer smoothly. He made up his mind to cover the last batch of evacuated personnel as much as possible and block the invading enemies.

Wang Bao wanted to let these enemies know that none of the third group came out of the cowards.

After running in the military camp, all those who could take the gun were carried and full of bullet belts were hung. After mobilization, each temporary combat team formed, divided one-third of the strong combat power to run towards the north of the town. The other combat teams were closely guarding near the last transfer materials to assist in the evacuation. People shouted and neighed, and loaded more materials as much as possible.

Fine molds, important documents, weapons and ammunition, production equipment and instruments are all the assets of the 12th District Team. If you lose a point, you will have to pay a huge price to make up for it later. Many things are priceless on the market.

"Let's go! Go immediately, don't want other things!" Chen Jiayao, who was in charge of escorting the last supplies, asked the militia to drive the ox carts to start on the road. Many personal supplies were not at ease and they were abandoned directly in the military camp.

Several combat teams are fan-shaped and distanced from the transfer team, maintaining the effective range of the rifle to explore the way, and avoid being sneak attacked by the enemy.

"Give it to Sashi! Rush in, kill them all! Don't let anyone go, hahaha!" Ono Nio'o's eyes were red with excitement. Thank the Emperor for his blessing, he was finally able to avenge his humiliation with his own hands. I am afraid that the Tu Eighth Routes in the town would not have thought that he would appear outside the town with a squadron. Thinking about eliminating these Tu Eighth Routes with his own hands, his body couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

What still made Ono Nio feel a little regretful was that the raid was not perfect at the beginning. The Eighth Route Army in the town was too cunning and set up a double whistle in the light and darkness. Maybe now he has completely surrounded the military camp of the 12th District Team.

The Japanese squadron leader who followed Ono Nio, led the way with a crooked handle and pulled the trigger. The gun gunshots were spitting out intermittently. The Eighth Route Army soldiers who rushed over from elsewhere were constantly swept by the bullet rain and fell down unwillingly. The blood and deafening gunshots made him feel the beauty of killing and couldn't help but howl.

"Occurrence! Attack!"

The Japanese soldiers rushed into the town with 38 guns with a shining bayonet. Their target was very clear. As long as the military camp of the 12th District Team was killed, the leaderless 12th District Team would not allow the Imperial Army to take down the military camp.

The town, which had always been quiet and peaceful, was suddenly swept into the war, and the two sides began to fight for street war. After Colonel Anxi took office, he took the rigorous training of the Japanese soldiers played an important role in the battle. The Japanese squadron relied on the advantage of military strength to advance into the town step by step. The soldiers of the 12th District Team used the familiarity of the terrain to seize advantage and launched a counterattack in the residential houses, corners, alleys and roofs. The whistle of bullets came back and forth, and the two sides let out dying screams from time to time, and the explosion of grenades intertwined into one.

The grenade launcher, which was at all costs, threw out the high parabola and smashed it down fiercely. The battle between the two sides caused great losses to the buildings in the town. Many houses and courtyard walls collapsed. Unfortunately, the soldiers on both sides who were overwhelmed by the underworld made low moans. This time, even the wounded were not caring about it, and the Japanese army rushed into the town desperately.

"Machine gunner, seal the alley!" "Grenade! Smash it out for me!" "Shoot! Suppress them!"

The district captain Wang Bao personally visited the front line and directed the battle. Unfortunately, the number of regular soldiers who have received complete street fighting training was too small, and each combat team could only be assigned one or two regular soldiers.

The battlefield was extremely noisy and faced with life and death. The soldiers on both sides could not help but scream. Apart from gunfire and grenade explosions, they were shouting loudly.

"Captain of the District! Be careful!" A nearby soldier suddenly threw Wang Bao down. A row of machine gun bullets pressed against their scalp and swept over, and a ball of bricks exploded on the wall behind.

Wang Bao raised his head, looked back at the row of deep bullet holes on the wall behind him, and said with lingering fear: "It's so dangerous! I almost told you." He patted the warrior pressing on him, "Hey, are you okay!"

"Captain of the District! I'm fine! I didn't even rub my skin. The Japanese's gunshot skills were bad enough." The soldier grinned and showed his white teeth and laughed at the enemy's efforts.

The penetration power of the Type 38 rifle bullet is amazing. Even if you hide behind a wall, you may not be able to be safe and sound. Many soldiers were killed by the penetrating bullets behind the cover.

However, what is the most terrifying thing in street fighting? It is not the lethality of the Type 38 rifle bullet suddenly penetrates the wall, but the jump!

The enemy's bullets can be predicted and avoided from the direction of the enemy's rifle's aim before they are out of the bore. However, the jumper cannot be predicted. The materials of the objects they hit are different, but the jumper bumps are bumped like locusts. Before the kinetic energy disappears, its lethality is terrifying, far more terrifying than the bullets that are directly out of the bore. Even if they rub on the skin, the bullet can cut at most a blood groove, while the jumper directly pulls away a large piece of flesh. If it penetrates into the human body, the lethality is second only to the Dam bullet.

Based on this point, the 12th District Team was positioned as a street fighting style for a long time. The disadvantage of the Japanese Type 38 rifle bullets being strong and the killing was completely abandoned by the 12th District Team's Arsenal. They directly used the same standard ladle lead-core bullets as the Huangyadong Arsenal. They started fighting in the building group, and the random warheads could directly make a big hole in the human body.

Boom!~ A house fell halfway with smoke and dust and countless bricks and stones. Two Japanese soldiers who were trying to touch and fire a cold gun were overwhelmed under the pile of bricks and stones before they could even scream.

"Landmines are mines!" The Japanese soldiers screamed in horror. The mines of the 12th District Team are well-known far and wide, with a loud brand and excellent quality. The representatives of local specialties in the Hebei-central area usually like to carry two of them before visiting each other. The people like to call them "watermelons", which can also be regarded as Chinese famous brand products.

Until decades after the end of World War II, the surviving Japanese veterans still remembered the most profound landmines on the Chinese battlefield were the landmines of the Eighth Route Army. The Chinese anti-Japanese military and civilians' mine laying techniques were superb, and they could not see how there would be thunder. A sudden thunder exploded, blowing people into pieces, without a complete body. If they were not dead, they could not take care of themselves without their own hands and legs, which was even worse than directly dying. The huge explosion of the mine was even more shocking than direct lethality.

The Japanese soldiers screamed strangely, and the lethality of landmines is still fresh in their memory. It is so terrifying.

Boom!~ Boom!~ Fireballs and air waves caused by landmines are constantly emerging.

A Japanese soldier was blown away half of his body. The body that flew out knocked down a nearby Japanese soldier. The Japanese soldier ghost was so scared that he screamed and rolled and crawled, throwing the bloody corpse on his body, hiding in a corner, trembling.

"Save me! Save me! It hurts so much, come and save me."

As soon as the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, Nio Ono and the Japanese squadron leader saw a Japanese soldier being overwhelmed under the half-wall and screaming, struggling to climb out.

"Pull him out quickly!" The Japanese squadron leader couldn't bear the miserable situation of his subordinates, so he hurriedly went to pull the Japanese soldier under the wall with other Japanese soldiers. Several Japanese soldiers went to lift the wall with all their strength, and together they pulled people.

"Go hard together! Pull!" One of the Japanese squadrons shouted.

One! Two! Hi! ~

The Japanese squadron leader and other Japanese soldiers suddenly felt a lighter in their hands. The Japanese soldiers pressed under the wall were pulled out suddenly. None of the people who pulled him were careful and fell to the ground together.

What's going on?! Everyone was surprised that they were making too much effort in their mistaken estimates.

"He, he..." Suddenly, a Japanese soldier pointed at the soldier who was pulling out with a pale face as if he had seen a ghost, trembling and speechless.

Everyone's eyes looked along his fingers, widened their eyes, and took a breath of air conditioning in unison.

What they pulled out was only the upper half of their body, their body was broken up to their waists, while the lower half was still pressing under the wall, and there were already a few unformed pieces of minced meat.

It was like a punishment of being cut in half. The Japanese soldiers were still crying and struggling before they died. The intestines in the abdomen were dragged out of the big one, almost dragging the entire abdomen. The dark red blood and pink skin were organized into an extremely bloody and strange scene.

Even if the Japanese soldiers were cold and bloodthirsty, they could not resist such misery as Shura hell, and they couldn't help but turn their heads and vomit.

"Sir Ono, sir, save me! I don't want to die."

Ono Nio Yu seemed to have been evacuated, staring at the empty air ahead in a flash, as if the sound of gunfire filled with his ears had nothing to do with him. He let the soldier, who was holding on for a while, but his voice became weaker and weaker, grabbed his trousers tightly and wiped his trousers with blood.

"Die!!~~" The word "death" in the soldier's words before his death seemed to pierce a needle and pierce the nerves of Ono's Nio's nerves. He twitched all over, as if he had returned to his timid and fearful state of death as before. His face turned pale, he took a deep breath of air with smoke and bloody smell, and suddenly raised his samurai sword and shouted: "Baga!"

The samurai sword swung down, and the Japanese soldiers' skulls rolled to the side, struggling as if they were about to say something. Their mouths opened and their eyes were about to fall off. Their bodies were still twitching their feet according to their instinct. The hand pulling Ono Nieho's pants finally slowly and weakly released and hung down.

Huh! Huh! Ono Nio gasped heavily, and the soldiers around him turned their heads and didn't dare to look over.

The Japanese squadron leader trembled and stretched out his hand, gently stroked the head of the dead Japanese soldier with tears in his arms, murmured with trembling lips, "Shi Yu, Shi Yu! Rest in peace!" The eyes on the head cut off by Ono could not touch the eyelids of his eyes no matter what, and they were still staring at the front. Everyone felt that these eyes full of resentment and unwillingness were staring at themselves, and a chill behind them rose at the same time. The Japanese soldiers shivered together, and there seemed to be a bit of gloomy and cold atmosphere around them.

The Japanese soldiers present all looked sad with a sad expression, as if the death of this Japanese soldier was the ending they could encounter at any time.

The Japanese squadron leader stood up and shouted fiercely: "Kill me!"

The tragic death of his subordinate completely aroused his fierceness.

Wang Bao, the captain of the 12th District Team, did not know that the few mines he had set up made the opponent crazy. He just suddenly felt that the Japanese soldiers suddenly became frightened and frantically attacked the blocking belt, which put great pressure on the blocking soldiers. Some Japanese soldiers even broke through the defense line and had a hand-to-hand combat with the soldiers on the 12th District Team.

Once a hand-to-hand combat occurs, it would be fine if the soldiers are being organized. If they are militias, it would be obviously not enough to resist the experienced hand-to-hand combat capabilities of Japanese soldiers. The most important thing in hand-to-hand combat is to cooperate with each other. The cooperation ability of the district soldiers is naturally tacit and orderly, but the militias are a little worse, and they are often forced to be fussed by the dazzling bayonets of the Japanese army.

With just one attack from the Japanese squadron, nineteen soldiers in the 12th District Team suffered injuries of different severity and lost their combat effectiveness. Even the district captain Wang Bao himself was cut by a sharp bayonet, and blood almost covered half of his face.
Chapter completed!