"How is it? Are you chasing?" The chef saw the Japanese running away, ordered the soldiers to pack up their grenades and guns and ammunition, and then ran to the frog for advice.

"No! You can't chase! The battalion commander said that your task is the heaviest. After a while, there are very likely other Japanese soldiers who will surround them from east to west, from south to north. So, you jump out quickly and wait for an opportunity to pick us up. Now, I will also jump out and wait for an opportunity to ambush the Japanese in other directions." Tian Ji is the loyal executor of Yang Bing's strategy and tactics. He quickly reminds the chef not to be complacent, and should continue to implement Yang Bing's strategic intentions and insist on fighting this battle firmly.

"Frog, good, I'll test you for progress." The chef raised his thumbs up, praised Frog, and turned around and led the team away.

According to Yang Bing's strategic intention of guerrilla warfare, the artillery company carried mortars and more than a dozen boxes of shells and rushed around the Longwei Dam to find the best ambush point.

"Hahaha... Cook, kill the pigs." Tian Ji laughed to the sky, mocked the chef with another pun, and led three consecutive rounds to pack up the guns and lurked.

They walked and stopped, listening to the sound from time to time.

The rice fields practice, who was not yet aware of the situation of the battle, was leading an infantry squadron from south to north to surrounding the country. Zhao Ziming led the Second Company to be responsible for the ambush in the south and waiting for the Japanese to encircle.

"The Japanese are here. I will follow my orders. I will shoot. All companies will shoot. I will not move. All companies will not move." Zhao Ziming lay in the snow, looking at the black shadow of the rice fields cultivation and an infantry squadron of the Japanese, approaching his position, and whispered to the stick and hammer.

The rod hammer mechanically executed the order and whispered to the old cat.

The old cat told Zhuo Yu so.

Zhuo Yu ordered the correspondent to continue...

"Why is there no gunfire? Is it my infantry squadron the first to arrive?" The Japanese were not fools. Although the rice field cultivation led the team to surround him, he muttered in his heart as he walked.

He ordered the infantry squadron to stop more than a hundred meters away from the Second Company ambush point.

"No, the Japanese are going to run away." Zhao Ziming didn't see the Japanese continue to drill into his ambush circle. He muttered in his heart, and then said to the Munhaw: "Brother Munhaw, the Japanese may feel something is wrong, they want to run away. You can lead a platoon, touch it, and lead the Japanese to come over."

Upon hearing this, the mallet walked to a row leader, sent orders, and quickly took a detour to the Japanese.

"There is an enemy!" The rice field practice suffered a loss when he hit Longweiba last time. This time, he was extremely cautious. He sat cross-legged in the snow for a while, as if he felt the hammer leading the team to pounce. He suddenly screamed and stood up.

The Japanese were nervous when they heard the sound and quickly took their guns to the ground.

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish..."

The rod and hammer, not far from the rice field practice squadron, heard the muttering words of rice field practice. Although he could not understand Japanese language, he had experienced many battles and seemed to understand the meaning of rice field practice, so he whispered to throw out his first grenade.

Seeing this, a platoon leader loudly ordered that a platoon of people threw out more than thirty grenades.

"Boom...boom...boom...boom...boom...boom..."

In the dark night, not every grenade was thrown accurately. However, more than ten grenades still exploded in the squadron of rice fields practice. A scream sounded, and more than twenty Japanese were killed and injured.

The rod hammer roared: "Brothers, retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The leader of the row also followed suit and shouted loudly.

The two of them led their troops to retreat and ran very fast.

"Baga, Chinese pig head, how dare you ambush us like this? Take a shot! Shoot!" The rice field cultivator got up from the pile of dead people, pulled out his battle knife, cursed, yelled, and ordered the pursuit of Bad Hammer and others.

The Japanese used to spread out their fan shapes, walked around the circle, chased towards the rod and hammer and others.

Zhao Ziming looked at it and thought to himself: "The battalion commander has learned the skills. No wonder the battalion commander asked him to start blocking the enemy alone. So he whispered to Zhuo Yu: "Old fox, you lead a platoon and detour, and attack the Japanese from behind, creating the illusion of attacking Japanese from the front and back, scaring away these Japanese. Fight hard, we are no match for Japanese."

Zhuo Yu is nicknamed "Old Fox", so he is naturally a very sensitive person.

After hearing this, he whispered the order, bent over, walked towards the second platoon leader, conveyed Zhao Ziming's order, and then led the officers and soldiers of the second platoon away.

"Bang...bang...bang...bang...bang...bang...bang...bang...bang..."

The Japanese began to shoot, and they chased and shot.

"Oh...ah..." A few soldiers were shot in a row led by the hammer and fell into a pool of blood. However, they soon returned to Zhao Ziming.

"Drop bomb!" Zhao Ziming roared and threw the first grenade first.

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish..." The officers and soldiers who had been lurking for a long time instantly threw out thirty grenades.

"Boom...boombo...boomboboomboboombooboobooboobooboobooboobooboobooboobooboobooboo..."

More than 30 grenades were smashed from the air, causing some Japanese to break their heads and blood, and some Japanese were blown out of their bodies.

In an instant, the fire in the woods soared into the sky and the world was white.

"Brothers, bet hard on the Japanese! Hit me hard!" Zhao Ziming yelled again, pushed the machine gunner away, and personally picked up the machine gun and fired at the Japanese.

"Bang bang...bang bang bang...bang bang bang bang..."

"Tukui...Tukui...Tukui...Tukui..."

In an instant, two platoons of officers and soldiers fired with guns, or threw grenades.

The infantry squadron that practiced rice fields was killed and was dizzy. Shang Nao could not understand what was going on, so a large area fell down.

The Japanese hurriedly lie on the ground, fired guns, and swept the machine guns. Although they were ambushed, they had many people, guns, and weapons, and they had a strong counterattack.

Two platoons of officers and soldiers on the left and right sides of Zhao Ziming were shot and fell to the ground from time to time, and blood was splattered. The officers and soldiers hurriedly lay on the ground and shot.

The two sides fought and the rain of bullets was very tragic.
Chapter completed!