In the darkness before dawn, in Niujia Village, where the ground is not even three feet flat, a large number of sneaky shadows are lying on the fields. Facing the smoke passing through the valley, smelling the faint smell of food, stepping on the morning dew, crawling

Moving forward, a company of left and right teams, led by a few dark figures in front, cautiously approached Niujia Village.

"Let me say it again, the third platoon is on guard, the second platoon is on sneak attack. After touching the Japanese sentry, throw grenades into the house. Don't be reluctant to fight. If the Japanese sentry spots you, immediately move to the third row. Act separately. Seize the time and withdraw from the battlefield and enter the mountains before dawn.

!" Wang Peng, who was lying at the entrance of the village, whispered the order.

The Japs occupied the deserted Niujia Village in the middle of the night. The common people had already organized themselves into the mountains and walked for a day. They were attacked by the Eighth Route Army along the way and were also outnumbered. The Japs Colonel felt that they should continue marching at night.

, the possibility of being ambushed by eight groups of maggots is very high. The advancing team is not far ahead, only a day's journey away, so don't be in a hurry.

When a large group of ghosts entered the village, the leader of the group made a fire and cooked porridge, preparing to take a rest and start again at dawn.

Perhaps thinking of having a place to stay on the return trip, the Japanese did not set fire to ordinary people's houses this time for the first time. They spent the whole day in the barren mountains without eating a bite of hot food. They arrived at the village in the middle of the night.

With exhaustion and joy, some of the Japanese fell asleep and even squinting for a while could be regarded as enjoyment.

The moon slowly disappeared behind the mountain, the sky gradually dimmed, leaving only a dim sky, the earth turned into darkness, and several fires shone brightly in the village's grain drying ground.

There were too many people to live in the village, so the tents were arranged in an organized manner.

Around the fire, some of the Japanese were sitting or lying down, holding hot porridge in their lunch boxes, drinking, and licking it. The rice balls they carried with them had some flavor, and the Japanese still showed a strong sense of satisfaction on their faces, and they were talking.

As they entered the mountains to fight in the afternoon, the Japanese cooking soldiers were busy humming hometown tunes.

The bonfire was crackling, and the flames were blown up and down by the mountain wind, swaying from side to side.

Different from the previous campaigns, the Japanese brigade had no interest in arresting the ordinary people on the periphery. The radio soldiers turned on their phones and were sending and receiving reports in a tick-tick manner. The information was transmitted very quickly.

"Report: The Masuko advance team from the north has exchanged fire with the Eighth Route Army and is still deepening. Heavy troops are following behind. The First Army Headquarters requires us to encircle the division headquarters south of the Eighth Route. In addition, the friendly troops advancing from the west are blocked in Xiaowangzhuang.

, because the road is dangerous, we have not been able to make any progress for three hours. The organized suicide squad is attacking and is expected to reach Y before dawn."

After listening to this, the Japanese Major led several of his men, drew on the map spread out on the table, and carefully calculated the distance.

In the darkness outside the village, tensed hearts were beating wildly. Japanese patrols were wandering around, occasionally shooting at suspicious places in the darkness.

Many of the soldiers in Wang Peng's company are new recruits. Although they wear tattered clothes, they are now in the same place where they stay all day long. They are familiar with the roads. Now they only need to walk into the village and throw the grenade into the house or into the Japanese tent.

mission accomplished.

Time passed slowly. At four o'clock in the morning, the sky in the distance in the mountains seemed to have changed. It dawned very early in summer. It was estimated that the sky would light up in an hour at most.

Two injured soldiers were dragged away with smelly towels in their mouths!

A squad of Eighth Route Army troops, all veterans, slowly evaded the Japanese patrols and sentries, and groped their way into the village. They snored like thunder one after another, and the soldiers carried grenades that the entire company had gathered on their backs.

"Enemy attack!" The Japanese sent a secret whistle!

"Bangouer" a gunshot rang out, and a man fell to the ground!

Oh no, the Japanese have discovered him! The Eighth Route Squad Leader who entered the village was horrified and nervously shouted: "Beat him."

A group of Eighth Route Army soldiers immediately concentrated their firepower and opened fire on the Japanese hidden sentries, causing loud gunfire in the mountain village.

"Come on!" Hao, the leader of the squad, did not hesitate and led the soldiers straight to the village. From time to time, people on both sides were shot and fell to the ground.

The sound of gunfire kept ringing, grenades exploded one after another, the air was filled with gunpowder smoke, foggy, dewy, windless, and the quiet summer night woke up with a chill.

The eight-way birds and beasts scattered, separated in all directions, running and marching in hidden places in the village, looming, and stringed grenades were thrown everywhere.

The lucky Japanese woke up from their dreams and emerged from one room after another. They were confused, searched around, and began to gather. At the risk of being blown up, they divided into groups to search for the sneak attack.

"Squad leader, we have been surrounded. If we don't retreat, we won't be able to get out!" A soldier who was following the squad leader stepped forward, looking panicked.

"How many more grenades are there?" The squad leader's heart was racing and he pretended to be calm.

"Two!" The soldier did not hesitate.

"Look, not a single Japanese has come out of the yard in front of the company headquarters. I think it's probably the Japanese headquarters. We'll find a way to rush over in a while. We'll do something big, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid. Killing one is enough. Kill two and knock one out. I've already thrown six grenades. I came back early. I'm afraid of nothing. Eighteen years later I'll be a good man again!"

"Good man!"

The soldier talked a lot: "The company headquarters is not far away. If you run fast, you can get there in a minute. But there are too many Japs and it's impossible to rush over? Throwing grenades directly can't blow up the people in the room! What should we do?"

The squad leader looked around and said: "Go, let's change into the clothes of the Japanese and try to find a way to get through!"

Anyway, he was a dead man, so he had to fight no matter what. The squad leader gave the order to his only subordinate and himself.

The sound of gunfire gradually became sparse.

The two Japanese soldiers, covered in blood, supported each other and walked towards the village. They were about twenty meters away from the headquarters. Several vigilant Japanese soldiers were holding guns and surrounding the yard, looking at the searching team.

No one noticed the wounded soldiers coming.

Japs are guarding every intersection in the village, and they are clearing out the remaining enemies.

In the dark night, the Japs were running around the village holding torches. The Japs guarding the courtyard did not say a word and carefully looked at the Japs running past them one by one. No one paid any attention to the two injured unfortunates.

Two wounded Japanese soldiers stopped when they passed by a Japanese sentry at an intersection, and looked back. The two wounded soldiers were leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, but their expressions were a little tangled.

The torch was shining, flickering, and the Japs guarding the intersection suddenly felt that something was wrong. Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly noticed that the two compatriots were acting strangely. When he came to his senses, he had already been hit by two bayonets, and the two wounded soldiers were holding bayonets.

His hands were full of blood, he pulled out the bayonet that had been thrust into his body and stabbed him twice more.

Three people crowded together, one Japanese soldier sat down against the wall, one continued to watch, and the other supported the wall and vomited.

The Japanese team walking behind turned their heads and looked at them, and continued to search the village without stopping.

"You're such a bear! You kill someone and you're covered in blood. How can you still show off your virtue?" the squad leader on guard whispered angrily.

The soldier holding the wall wiped the greasy blood on the clothes of the Japanese corpse sitting on the wall: "Is your appearance any different from mine? What a fart you are!"

"What's wrong with chatting? If you know yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles, do you understand?"

"How did you feel when you stabbed a Japs for the first time?" The squad leader glanced at the corpse and tugged at the Japs grenade hanging on his chest: "Xiao Liu, you stay here and wait until the grenade explodes. Take advantage of the chaos.

Run outside."
Chapter completed!