Chapter 0063: Sneak attack

A Japanese squadron closest to Xiaowangzhuang rushed over immediately after receiving a telegram from the Public Security Army for help.

The Japanese squadron leader heard the sound of gunfire in the village and his smile was bright. He knew that it was time for him to make contributions:

"The enemy has not left, and is still inside, blocking all the passages in and out of the village, armored vehicles and tanks open the way, and we go in and destroy them!"

"Hi!"

"Give it to the rabbit! Give it to the rabbit!"

"Haiya Pass!"

Four armored vehicles and two tanks are the capital and confidence of the Japanese.

The 200 infantrymen followed closely behind the armored vehicles and tanks and began to advance into the village.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wang Liang is not used to these problems.

I buried modified mines on the road early on that were enough to blow up tanks and armored vehicles.

Several huge explosions followed, the tracks of the tank vehicle were blown off, and the power systems of the armored vehicles also malfunctioned and could not move.

"There are mines! Be careful!"

"Engineers clear mines!"

"The infantry continues to advance!"

"Be careful at your feet!"

"dispersion!"

The officers and non-commissioned officers shouted loudly, commanding the soldiers who were already a little panicked to continue the attack.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions are still coming one after another.

The Japanese metal detectors did not respond to landmines made of wine bottles, porcelain, clay jars and wooden boxes.

The Japanese soldier stepped on it and his legs were blown off on the spot.

It also affects the companions around you, whether it is broken glass stubble or broken wood chips, and it is enough to make people drink a pot of it.

“Ah~”

“Ah~”

The Japanese soldiers injured by thunder let out miserable whine.

"Rescue the wounded!"

"Firepower cover! Rescue the wounded!"

Bang bang...bang bang...bang bang...bang bang...bang bang...

Dada da... Dada da... Dada da... Dada...

Before the Japanese came forward to rescue their companions, Wang Liang ordered the soldiers of the Special Wars Brigade to attack the Japanese.

The soldiers in the village used buildings as positions and bunkers to shoot.

Just as the Japanese gunners set up mortars and were about to launch shelling into the village, more than 20 special forces team members suddenly emerged from behind.

"No, we are surrounded!"

"I've fallen into the trap!"

The squadron leader was quite calm and calm. He carefully observed the situation on the battlefield and commanded: "Don't panic. They are only fifty or sixty at best, and we are four times their number! Although the tanks and armored vehicles have been scrapped, the car-mounted guns and machine guns can still be used. Don't be distracted. They all go towards the tanks and armored vehicles and use them as bunkers to fight back!"

This order undoubtedly pointed out the direction for the confused Japanese soldiers.

But just as the Japanese were about to run towards armored vehicles and tanks.

It's so miserable.

Wang Xikui and the snipers who had climbed onto the roof made accurate strikes on the Japanese.

Before they could run between the tank and the armored vehicle, they were beaten to death.

Of course, there are also a few lucky Japanese who have faster legs and flexible positions, and have successfully entered the steel position.

But what awaited them was Wang Chengzhu's shelling.

Mortar shells cannot penetrate armor, but the shock wave generated by the explosion is enough to shake these physical bodies.

The squadron leader's wrong order directly killed more than 20 Japanese devils on the spot.

Of course, the real battle has just begun.

Without giving the Japanese any time to breathe, Wang Chengzhu's running artillery fire began to extend, and Wei Dayong led the soldiers of the reconnaissance squadron to touch them and threw grenades frantically.

Accompanied by the continuous explosions, the Japanese's formation suddenly became chaotic.

"Come on! Damn, kill the Japanese with me!"

Wang Liang pulled out the big knife that had not dried out of the soil, and started charging with a roar.

"I want to see which crazy little Japanese devil said he specifically attacked our 213th Regiment!"

"I am Wang Liang, the commander of the 213th Regiment of the Eighth Route Army. His head is worth ten thousand oceans. If you have the guts, come and get it!"

"Don't you call us out and fight head-on? Don't be cowardly, fight me like a soldier!"

Wang Liang vented all the anger he had accumulated over the past few days.

It's really atrocity.

It has to be admitted that Yamamoto Nigi's psychological tactics are very vicious.

Propaganda methods are used to the extreme.

Post large banners in the village.

Spray paint on tank armored vehicles.

Use it to shout with a loudspeaker on a truck.

...

The content is nothing more than some words and sentences that insult the Eighth Route Army.

The departments of the 213th Regiment must be unable to bear it anymore, so they seized the opportunity and took revenge.

But I didn't taste any sweetness.

This is also the cunning point of Yamamoto Niki. Anyone who secretly lies in the position of public opinion propaganda, they are either hiding underground or disguised as fellow villagers, hiding deeply and difficult to be discovered.

This caused considerable losses to the companies of the 213th Regiment, which took the initiative to attack.

This time the Japanese finally came to his own words. Wang Liang would definitely not let it go easily, and he must let out a good sigh of anger.

Soon, Wang Liang, who was fucking the big sword in his hand, rushed to the Japanese face.

Before they could recover from the shelling and grenade explosions just now, they had to go to the bayonet to fight.

Wang Liang slashed and slashed horizontally and rushed to the front of the Japanese squadron leader.

"Come on, grandson, let your grandpa see how much you have." Wang Liang hooked his finger at the squadron leader with a provocative meaning.

"Bageya Road!" The squadron leader threw away the pistol in his hand, pulled out the saber, and slashed at Wang Liang with a cursing look.

Bang—

It was too late to say it was too late, but Wang Liang took out the turtle box and shot it angrily. After being shot, the squadron leader fell over with reluctance and anger.

"Damn it, it's time that a fool is fighting with the Japanese! Don't do anything if you can solve it with a gun!" Wang Liang shouted to Wei Dayong, who was about to pick four.

It cannot be said that Wang Liang does not talk about martial ethics and conducts sneak attacks.

If you are injured in such harsh conditions, it is a very troublesome thing.

Now the Japanese army is carrying out a large-scale mobilization under the conditions of military strength. The Eighth Route Army's base has suffered an unprecedented impact and there is no left to speak of, so there is no place for the wounded to recover.

Faced with the pursuit and encirclement of the Japanese, the team needed to keep moving and shifting.

Obviously, under such a high-intensity marching, it is difficult for the wounded to persevere.

So, you have to attack.

When the soldiers heard the regiment commander's words, they took out their guns and held the fire at the Japanese.

After a while, this little Japanese was completely eaten by the Special War Team.

As for the Japanese who were huddled in the tanks and armored vehicles that could not move, Wang Liang adopted the method of fire attack.

Go to the village to tie the corn poles and rice poles piled up in the firewood at your doorstep to the motorcycles that the Japanese rode over, then ignite the gear and press the accelerator with branches, correct the direction, and let it rush into the tank and armored vehicle camp.

Then he shot and exploded the motorcycle, and a raging fire broke out in an instant.

The Japanese who had originally wanted to hide in the armor and suppress the disaster through vehicle-mounted cannons and machine gun fire were roasted to lack of oxygen and had to open the lid to catch the fresh air.

At this time, Zhang Anding, the bomb throwing god, seized the opportunity and threw grenades wildly.

He threw the grenade into the cockpit.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The remaining Japanese were unable to get rid of the order to be killed. They were either roasted to death, or killed by grenades, or crawled out and swept into sieve with bullets.

It was a lot of miserable.

Before their death, their eyes were filled with fear and regret.
Chapter completed!