Chapter 8 Military Action (One)

Hidden his body in the pit on the sunny hills, with a bunch of dried plums on his head, and crystal beads of sweat flowed down along the back of Zhang Songling's hand, passing through his fingers and triggers, and dripping on the hot grass beneath him.

The grass has begun to turn yellow, from the hill where he is hiding to the stream three hundred meters away, it is only a narrow line between the riverside and the valley road. Because of the sufficient soil moisture, it still maintains mottled greenness. Countless beetles push dung balls and try to reserve food for themselves for wintering. In recent days, at least thousands of war horses have run across this road, leaving countless horse manure for them to use.

A group of Huazi fish jumped out of the water and danced in the sun. After a spring and summer rest, they accumulated enough fat in their bodies. Taking advantage of the sunshine, they just came out to move their muscles and bones to cope with the long and harsh winter. The waves like broken jade immediately attracted countless water birds, red, white, gray, and black, rushing across the water, catching one fish after another, and feasting, (Note 1)

The whole world was rotating from static, and there was vitality everywhere, but soon, the primitive excitement was distorted by a harsh motor sound. The two cars swayed along the narrow path. Following the car were more than 150 war horses, kicking and flying in all four bodies, stepping the last green between the road and the stream into a mud.

"Damn the Japanese, I can't tolerate any beauty in the world." Zhang Songling raised his gun hatefully, aimed at the driver on the first car, and sent a warning message to the Red Bearded man. The messenger who had sent a special person to the Black Beard Zhou Heitan to ask for help also set off on the day he arrived at Yeteyou Banner of Wuqi. According to time, the guerrillas should start to transfer at noon today. As long as they did not entangle with the various horse thieves hired by the Japanese invaders, the Lamagou would have been empty at this moment.

But to be on the safe side, Zhang Songling decided to surprise the Japanese. Among a group of Japanese, it was impossible for him to accurately find who was the mortarist responsible for firing poisonous gas bombs, nor could he knock out the head of the supreme commander Junji Fujita with the first shot, but he could easily find the driver of the car. As long as he killed all the drivers in the two cars, he could at least delay the Japanese for half a day.

The Japanese driving didn't know that one of their legs had already stepped into the gates of hell, and they were humming a small song of their hometown and entertained themselves. Compared with the scattered and narrow land in his hometown, the wilderness in front of them was crazy wide. The owner of this wilderness was so weak that the Kwantung Army could defeat a battalion of China by sending dozens of people, and could firmly occupy a city by sending a small team. Now, they have dispatched most of the regular troops of the squadron, and carried secret weapons that are invincible. If even a third-rate guerrilla team cannot be defeated, wouldn't it be a big deal to the world?

I really don’t know what that guy Fujita is thinking. In order to be on the safe side, he spent a lot of money to invite a group of horse thieves to help. Although he didn’t have to fulfill his promise afterwards and fired a light machine gun to every horse thief invited, it was quite embarrassing to spread this matter. The horse thieves who had already set off in advance were included. The total strength here was over a thousand, and the scale was close to a large troop. As for the so-called Lamagou guerrillas, according to the news that the spies came back from inquiring, there were only a total of eighty people.

If a large brigade of troops is used to attack a local Eighth Route Army, if you still can't take it down, you can let everyone have any face to live in the world. You must know that during the "Manchuria Incident", the Kwantung Army's general attack only used 20,000 people, and then it won 400,000 Northeast Army fled in panic, which is equivalent to 20 attacking China. Now, when dealing with a local armed force of less than a hundred, half a squadron of regular troops, more than 700 horse thieves and decisive bullets, can the imperial soldiers have degenerated to the point where they can't even pick up guns?

Coward, Junji Fujita must have been scared to death and made such a foolish move. But it doesn't matter. At the latest, everyone will wash away this shame for the empire tonight, let the Eighth Route Army guerrillas see what is the real battle, let Fujita and the cowards under him see what is the real soldier and the real imperial samurai.

Thinking of his about to make achievements, the driver's rural tune became the generation of kings, "My emperor has been prosperous for thousands of years; sand and gravel have become rocks, and moss is everywhere; long-term peace and stability are......" (Note 2)

"My emperor has been prosperous for thousands of years; sand and gravel has become rocks, moss is everywhere; long-term peace and stability are......" The Japanese reinforcements on the car were also infected, stretched their necks to join the chorus, and were incited to come to China as cannon fodder, most of them were farmers, short-term workers and urban wanderers, and they had no chance to come into contact with anything elegant. The widely circulated Junzhidai was almost one of the few songs they knew. Most of them could not remember the lyrics and only knew how to hum loudly in accordance with the tune (Note 3)

"Chir." A scream came from a distance, causing the rhythm of the chorus to stagnate. Then, the first car began to shake left and right like a drunkard. The Japanese sang loudly in the car did not know that the driver's head had been beaten into a rotten watermelon. They thought the other party was joking with everyone. While slapping the car board with their hands, they protested loudly in Japanese, "Ampeijun, Ampeijun, don't want to make a fool of themselves. The road here is too bad. Be careful to fall into the river, be careful to fall into..."

"Chee,." Another whistle, the second car also shaking. The Japanese driving man stretched out his bleeding head from the window and shouted loudly, "Sniper, be careful of the sniper, my head, he hit me..."

"Chir,,." The third bullet flew over with a scream, hitting his left eye socket. The Japanese driver groaned and fell back to the cab. The second car quickly turned left and plunged into the stream.

Although the stream on the grassland was shallow, people could drown in the center. The Japanese in the car were so scared that they screamed, and they rushed to escape with weapons. The cavalry following the car were also scared to death. Those who helped save people and help save people, those who controlled the first car, and those who set guns all around could not make an effective counterattack.

"The crowd of mobs." Zhang Songling curled his lips contemptuously, held the gun and looked for the next target. Compared with the Japanese invaders before the Niangzi Pass, the group of Japanese invaders in front of him were more than half apart in terms of morale and combat experience. Before being found by the Japanese, he had plenty of time to shoot out the remaining two bullets in the bullet bay.

The fourth target soon appeared in his sight. It was the Supreme Emperor of Black Stone Village. The old Japanese Junji Fujita, who was busy commanding the Japanese soldiers to rescue people, seemed to guess that Zhang Songling was looking for him. He either hid behind others or used war horses as cover and would never easily expose his body. Zhang Songling aimed for a long time but could not use his sight to trap him with a sightseeing star. He had to retreat and look for a Japanese Japanese carrying a Type 97 infantry cannon to find a hidden place. He resolutely pulled the trigger, "Ching,." The 38 gun bullets dragged a shrill roar into the crowd, overthrew the Japanese artillery to the ground, and the infantry cannon also "Ji Li Gulu" and threw it half a foot away. (Note 4)

"He's there, machine gun, machine gunner, kill him." After paying four lives, several Japanese soldiers who participated in the last battle finally discovered Zhang Songling's hiding place, picked up the 38th cover, aimed at him for a "ping-pong table tennis" and beat him around, smashing his side so hard that the grass chips were splashed.

More than 300 meters away, Zhang Songling didn't believe that the Japanese soldiers in a third-rate unit were more accurate than him. He calmly pulled the trigger and shot the fifth bullet into the fuel tank of the first car, then jumped up from his hideout, and ran to the top of the hill with the word "zhi".

"Chasing, chasing, don't let him run away."

"Machine gun, machine gunner, damn it, you're shooting."

The Japanese shouted loudly, constantly pulling the trigger at Zhang Songling's back, and bullets swung past the target, but because the distance was too far and the target's running route was too erratic, they never hurt him at all.

The Japanese machine gunner finally moved the ammunition from the car, raised the gun body, pulled the trigger, "Dadada..." A string of fire snakes rushed straight to Zhang Songling's back, and he shook and fell forward.

"I hit it, I hit it." The Japanese cheered loudly, dancing to get rid of a strong enemy. They were happy for a while, but they felt something was wrong. After the sniper on the hill fell, they did not struggle at all, and there was no trace of blood on the verdant grass.

"Idiot, there is also a valley there, and there must be a valley there." The old Japanese Junji Fujita had a much higher combat experience than the garbage soldiers under his command. He ran forward and slapped the Japanese officer who was shouting the most. "If you don't hurry up and chase him, you will run away. No one of us can walk peacefully along the way."

"Hay." The Japanese squad leader who was beaten first bowed deeply, then jumped onto the mount, rode his horse and rushed towards the "sniper" where he fell to the ground. As Junji Fujita expected, there was no blood in the grass, only a string of less obvious footprints, which went straight to the depression on the other side of the hill, and at the bottom of the depression, the damn sniper rode a big white horse in the east, drifting away like the wind, from beginning to end, without looking back at him.

Note 1: Huaziyu is a specialty in the streams in northern Chifeng, Inner Mongolia. Its body size is similar to that of crucian carp, but it is thin and fat, and its taste is very delicious. Because the abdomen is extremely prone to breaking after fishing and cannot reach the elegant hall. However, it is loved by ordinary people. Brothers who go to Chifeng for business trips must not miss it.

Note 2: Jun Zhidian, a traditional Japanese song, was born around 1868 during the War of Aggression. Countless Japanese sang burning, killing, looting and looting in China. In 1999, the Japanese government picked it up again and positioned it as the national anthem.

Note 3: In the 1930s, although Japan's national strength was far stronger than China, its domestic social base was still difficult to make a living, so many Japanese devils even robbed urinals when they arrived in China. The cruel and barbaric place was no less than the cannibals in the tropical jungle.

Note 4: The Type 97 Infantry Cannon, the full name of the Type 97 81mm Infantry Crank Cannon, the total gun weighs only 22.4 kilograms and can be carried by individual soldiers. It is equipped with important mountain weapons in the Japanese war of aggression against China. It is equipped with chemical bombs, arson bombs, smoke bombs and ordinary grenades. It has a maximum range of 2,850 meters and has a strong lethality.
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