As soon as the gunshot stopped, Wang Ping rushed down the ridge and rushed directly to the radio station he had stared at for a long time.

The guards who followed Wang Ping immediately followed, fearing that something would happen to Wang Ping.

"It's intact, so good. Our independent camp also has a radio station!" Wang Ping said with satisfaction after carefully checking the radio station that the Japanese carried.

The first company commander Zhang Qing commanded the troops to clean the battlefield and then took away everything the Japanese could take away.

At this moment, a string of torches suddenly appeared on the official road in the direction of the county town, which looked at at most one kilometer.

In the quiet night, so many torches suddenly appeared. And even though they knew that the battle had just started, they rushed over here. Even fools knew that these people who came with the torches must be Japanese.

"From the number of torches, there are not many Japanese coming, less than two teams, so they should be here to pick them up!" Wang Ping pointed to the corpse of the Japanese on the official road and analyzed.

Zhang Qing frowned and analyzed: "The soldiers are too tired. If the Japanese are really two teams, we will suffer a lot in terms of their strength. Battalion Commander, I suggest retreating and dealing with them if you have the chance in the future!"

"No!" Wang Ping refused decisively.

"The fat meat delivered to your mouth is useless and not to eat it! The soldiers are very tired, but what we want to fight is ambush, not attack. As for the strength of the troops, even if we are not as good as the Japanese, we must have more machine guns than them, and there are grenade launchers. Moreover, the Japanese are here to support them, and they will definitely not fight against us. When they know that the Japanese who retreated from Xiaguan have been wiped out by us, and our firepower is so strong, they will definitely retreat on their own initiative."

"At that time, it will be fine to eat dozens of them and seize dozens of 38 large covers!"

"Let the comrades go back to the ridge immediately and prepare to ambush the Japanese who came to die. Also, you must set up machine gun fire points to ensure that the Japanese machine gunners and grenade launchers will be killed as soon as the battle starts. In addition, you will command this ambush battle, and I know I will be responsible for watching!"

When Zhang Qing heard this, he knew that the battalion commander was testing himself. Without saying a word, he immediately began to set up an ambush battlefield.

When everyone returned to the back of the ridge, the Japanese troops holding torches had already appeared at the end of the official road.

Holding up the telescope that had just been seized from Hamasaki, Wang Ping could see the strength of the troops at a glance, and then made a new request to Zhang Qing.

"There is only one small team of Japanese soldiers in the reception unit, and there are puppet troops in front and behind. I want you to wipe out all the Japanese soldiers and try your best to capture them. Seizing so much equipment, it is just right for these puppet prisoners to help us carry them back!"

The Japanese army was half less than expected at once, and Zhang Qing was obviously the happiest.

Although Wang Ping added a request to capture the puppet army, it was simply for Zhang Qing.

At this time, the puppet army was forced to wear this slut, and few of them really worked hard for the Japanese. As long as they killed all the Japanese and killed a few hardcore traitors in the puppet army, the remaining puppet army would surrender without reminding them themselves.

The battles before all proved this fact.

With the newly seized crooked hand, Zhang Qing had a total of seven crooked handfuls in his hand.

Because the formation of the Japanese was very concentrated, Zhang Qing also concentrated seven squadrons together, and each squadron was responsible for the Japanese who were three or four meters in front. In this way, the machine guns would avoid repeated strafing of the same place, and the Japanese in a small team were covered with machine gun fire at one time.

As for the riflemen, in addition to arranging half of the rifles scattered in the middle of the machine guns, giving the Japanese rifles that might have escaped. The remaining rifles were divided into two by Zhang Qing, and specifically targeting the puppet troops in front and behind the Japanese. Of course, their targets were not ordinary puppet soldiers, but several officers scattered in the middle of the team.

Because Zhang Qing deliberately moved the ambush battlefield more than 100 meters forward, and with the cover of night, more than 100 Japanese and puppet troops rushed into the ambush circle, but they did not see the corpses of the Japanese acreage a hundred meters away.

On one hand, he was waiting for the Japanese to take the bait, but on the other hand, he rushed over with panting without any warning.

As soon as Qi Ting's crooked squad fired, the Japanese caught off guard were beaten to suffer heavy losses. In a few seconds, an infantry team lost more than half. More importantly, the machine gunners, grenade launchers, and even the squad leader and the sergeant all turned into corpses.

The Japanese who were subconsciously lying on the ground finally reacted, and then raised their rifles to fight back, the crooked handles on the ridge dozens of meters away faced them with a string of bullets.

Five or six Japanese who showed up together were instantly beaten into hornet's nests.

Faced with such powerful suppression firepower, the remaining Japanese could only be temporarily used as turtles. However, the riflemen scattered among the machine gunners did not intend to give them this opportunity. As soon as the twenty Japanese were suppressed, they stopped firing, then took out the grenade that had just been seized, pulled the fire, stayed in their hands for three seconds, and smashed them hard.

As for the puppet troops before and after the Japanese, only five or six people were shot when the ambush started, and they were all officers.

Many people were frightened, looked panicked and at a loss. After several seconds, they all lay on the ground. At this time, some puppet troops who had not yet reacted subconsciously raised their rifles to fight back against the Independent Battalion.

But there were still many puppet troops among them who reacted quickly. Seeing that the Eighth Route Army only fought against the Japanese and puppet officers, and the Japanese were about to be destroyed, they immediately realized that the Eighth Route Army was deliberately trying to let him go.

Seeing that someone around him wanted to carry a gun and shoot at the Eighth Route Army, he immediately stopped him and scolded: "You are crazy. Didn't you see the Eighth Route Army deliberately not shooting us? You want to work hard for the Japanese, want to die, stay away from me!"

The puppet soldiers who reacted slowly finally reacted, and then they saw that their foreheads were sweating profusely because of nervousness, and then expressed their gratitude to their comrades beside them for a lifetime.

If they hadn't reminded me, I would have been beaten into a corpse by the Eighth Route Army at this time.

"Boom!" The official stance where the Japanese were located suddenly sounded a series of violent explosions.

Dozens of grenades exploded together, and many grenades exploded in the air. Even if there were still Japanese devils who were not killed, there would be very few left.

Without saying a word, Zhang Qing immediately ordered the horn officer to blow the charge. Then he held up his pistol and rushed to the official road first.

Soon, the battle ended, and Zhang Qing ran to Wang Ping with a look of smoke on his face.

"It's a good fight, especially the machine gunner's range of strafing. Otherwise, the first round of firepower attacks of Qitingweizhe would definitely kill seven or eight less Japanese. You can go back and summarize this idea, and then it can also be used on the artillery!" Wang Ping commented with satisfaction.

Zhang Qing, who was still nervous just now, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then reported: "Battleman Commander Xie gave me this opportunity! The results of the battle have been counted. All Japanese troops in a small team were killed, eight puppet troops were killed, 52 were captured, two crooked handles and two grenade tubes were seized, one was built by the Czech Republic, more than eighty rifles, and the ammunition was scattered, and there was no statistics!"
Chapter completed!