After the city gate opened, Miao Kexiu and Li Chaolan led people into the city. Hu Pengsheng looked at them and regretfully said to himself: "It's a pity to give tens of thousands of good workers to them!"
Hu Pengsheng did not expect his special operations team to grow, but he hoped that Huang Jinshan's troops would be further expanded into a division. There were too few personnel left behind the enemy lines, and Zhuanghe could no longer spare a battalion of troops.
There was only one garrison regiment in the city, and four companies were stationed at the four city gates. The others were sheltered in the barracks. The special forces sneaked in, easily overran the sentries and captured the sleeping Manchukuo soldiers.
The captain of the Japanese army guarding the grain depot was named Matsushita Yanwei. He was very alarmed and suddenly shuddered and felt a murderous aura rushing towards him.
"Gather, everyone, gather together!" Panasonic Swallowtail quickly blew the siren, preparing to deploy the defense of this grain warehouse that holds tens of thousands of tons.
The Japanese army quickly walked into the yard carrying guns. Panasonic Yanwei took a step forward and said, "Everyone is standing guard tonight. You are too lazy!"
Outside the wall, three drivers of the special forces and more than 20 people from Huang Jinshan's cavalry company had already been ambushing here. Seeing that the Japanese army was about to set up a defense, the company commander raised his gun and aimed at Panasonic Yanwei.
"Crack!"
After the gunfire rang out, the little Japanese fell to the ground, and other soldiers hurriedly shot at the concentrated Japanese. The little Japanese who was still alive hurriedly lay down on the ground, and the two sides began a desperate fight for fire.
"Grenade!" The company commander fired his pistol while looking at the wounded soldiers. A machine gun fired by the Japs made everyone unable to lift their heads.
"boom--"
"Boom, boom, boom -" the soldiers took out grenades, knocked them on the wall and threw them into the courtyard.
When the machine guns stopped, the cavalry company prepared to rush in and kill the remaining Japanese troops.
"Ta-ta-ta--" The Japanese machine guns began to scream again, and it was the Japanese troops defending on the watchtower. The soldiers of the special operations team snatched a rifle from the cavalry, listened to the sound of the machine guns, and waited for the attack.
Finally, when the Japanese shooter was changing bullets, the special forces soldier leaned forward and fired a bullet.
"Crack!"
"ah!"
The Japanese fell from the watchtower and was hit on the head by the machine gun that was brought down and fainted. Matsushita Yanwei, who was not killed, hurriedly crawled to touch the machine gun and shouted through gritted teeth: "The Chinese are all dead.
Yeah!"
"Grandma!" The special operators were suppressed by the fire and could not raise their heads, and all the soldiers were unable to shoot. The cavalry company commander was about to get angry and charge, but was stopped by two special operators.
"There are also grenades, thrown every three seconds!"
The cavalry company commander nodded: "Ready - still!"
"boom--"
"Ready - still!"
"Rumble--"
The machine gun finally stopped, and the special operator stood up in time and shot Panasonic in the chest. Seeing this, the cavalry company commander shouted: "Charge!"
"Swish, swish, swish!" The soldiers rushed in from the wall and the gate, cleaning the remaining Japanese troops from house to house.
"No, the Japs are going to set fire to the grain!" The special operators saw clearly the figure of the Japs in the firelight, and saw that the remaining two Japs were pouring gasoline barrels on the grain, and the fire was already ignited.
"Papa!" With anger, the special forces shot the little Jaap with two shots, threw away the gun and ran towards the ignited grain pile with a shovel.
"Put out the fire!" the cavalry company commander shouted, leading the soldiers to rush over.
Li Chaolan and Miao Kexiu happened to bring people over, and more than a thousand people were fighting hard in front of the burning fire. The gasoline ignited the grain, and the bigger the fighting was, the more intense the fire became. Li Chaolan shouted alertly: "Use soil pressure, don't fight!"
It's very sad that the ground in this yard was poured with cement by the Japanese. It's difficult to lift the soil here. When Miao Kexiu saw the high-pressure faucet, she ran over and turned on the switch to spray out a jet of water.
The fire was finally under control, but more than a dozen soldiers were burned by the fire. The doctor of the special forces team rushed over and asked other soldiers to help rescue the brave soldiers.
"Is the fire out?" The first special operator who jumped into the fire opened his burned eyes and asked.
"It's extinguished! Don't say anything, the doctor will save your life!"
Li Chaolan comforted him with tears in her eyes.
"I can't survive anymore. Tell the captain and ask him to tell the young master that I have a sister and little brother in Zhuanghe. He saved our family and asked him to raise my relatives!" The soldier said with difficulty, holding back.
Pain said: "I can't bear to spend my salary, so the captain helped me put it away. Please give it to the young master, it can be considered as living expenses for my younger brothers and sisters!"
Xing Zhanwu rushed over, leaned down and said to the special operators: "Don't worry, your younger brothers and sisters are my younger brothers and sisters, and we will treat them as relatives! You have to remember that you are a special operators and will not easily
Surrender to death!"
The special forces soldier struggled and forced a smile and said: "I will not surrender. I am tired and sleepy. I want to sleep - sleep - some sleep!" His voice gradually disappeared, but there was still a smile on his face.
Everyone cried and shed tears of grief and anger for this brave special operations team member.
"Transport grain!" Xing Zhanwu stood up and yelled calmly: "If he leaves, it must be worth it! The grain has been saved, but we have to transport it away to be considered a victory!"
"Yes! Keep the hatred in your heart, the blood of the martyrs cannot be shed in vain! Quick, snatch a bag of food and you can save a life!" Li Chaolan shouted, bent down and picked up the sacrificed soldier and walked out of the hospital.
"What are you going to do?" Xing Zhanwu stopped him hastily.
"Buy a coffin, and I will use the most solemn funeral to send the comrades who died in this battle to heaven!" Li Chaolan forgot that he was a Communist Party member. He shouted out the emotions in his heart with the simplest and most sincere friendship of mankind.
Huang Jinshan led his troops to Songjianghe Town. This is a farm owned by a wealthy family. The little devil pulled the power grid and built two intersecting firepower networks. The calm commander of the regiment said to the artillery company: "When I destroy the power grid, I must ensure that on the third
Blow up the watchtower for me in no time!"
"Don't worry, commander!" The artillery company commander's tall and burly body is like an iron tower, and his thick voice is very low: "Four rounds, I guarantee that the watchtower will fly to the west!"
"Okay! The individual rocket launcher is ready to fight!"
"Boom, boom -" More than twenty individual rocket launchers were fired at the same time, blowing away the enemy's obstacles without leaving a trace.
The little Japanese reacted quickly enough, the machine gun rang out, and the grenade was already set up and about to be fired.
"Die!" The artillery company commander personally fired the cannon, and the artillery shells roared into the Japanese bunker wall.
"boom--"
"Crash-bang-bang!"
The turrets collapsed, and a gray heat wave rolled out of the night.
"Boom -" The artillery company fired another artillery shell, hitting another target at once. Huang Jinshan stood up: "Charge! Don't give the little devil a chance!"
"Come on!"
"kill!"
With the shouts of five thousand people, no one was not stunned by this momentum. The workers looked out from their rooms inside the fence and shouted loudly: "Volunteers, they are volunteers!"
"The volunteers are here to save us!"
"Rush out and fight the little devil!"
"Fight!"
Tens of thousands of angry workers finally broke out in a bloody rage. More than a dozen people struggled to pull down the door and swarmed towards the remaining Japanese.
"Stop them!" Huang Jinshan was anxious and went to fight the Japs with his bare hands. What a stupid thing to do. However, the situation was not under his control as the leader of a regular army. The workers were stabbed with bayonets and held their guns tightly with both hands.
The others went over, dug with their hands, and fought with the little devils with their mouths. Huang Jinshan was stunned. His troops could not get through, and they were all blocked by the human wall by the workers who broke out.
Cries, curses and the miserable howls of the Japanese were heard one after another, and a sudden gunshot caused everyone to move towards it. A quarter of an hour later, the huge labor concentration camp became quiet. Huang Jinshan separated the people, and a scene appeared in front of him.
A bloody scene.
When Huang Jinshan's troops invaded the yard, the workers spontaneously started fighting with the vicious enemies. Some of them inserted iron nails into the enemy's heart, and some even bit the enemy's arms and thighs until they died. One of them refused to die.
Purpose, holding the Japanese puppet ears in their mouths, smiling and holding the Japanese rifles tightly, there are a few lying on the ground with the ears and fingers of the Japanese puppet troops in their mouths, and some of them are holding the eyes of the Japanese puppet troops in their hands. The Chinese nation
The spirit of not fearing violence is fully reflected in ordinary workers. They use their flesh and blood to demonstrate the awe-inspiring righteousness of the Chinese nation.
The road of red sunset dust,
The troops marching towards the battle from afar;
Shining swords and fluttering flags,
The marching steps of the tragic trumpet sound.
The farewell person on the roadside is sad and solemn,
There are also sobs and silent blessings;
I would like to send a message that people in this generation don’t need to cry anymore,
Sacrifice for the country without hesitation.
The beads of sweat on your head and the dirt on your body,
What else does a man fear from the hardships of war?
I would rather die on the battlefield,
I will never live as a slave under the sword.
A matter of life and death, a heartbreaking humiliation,
Aroused the mighty man's crown-high wrath;
Stab my throat and break my bones,
Never stop moving forward.
A tragic song came from Huang Jinshan's mouth, and the soldiers cried, and gathered around the regiment leader and sang at the top of their lungs. The workers gathered here from all directions, listening to the war song "Good Man from the Northeast".
"Folks!" After the singing stopped, Huang Jinshan climbed to a high place, looked at the sea of people in the dark night and said: "We are an anti-Japanese team, a team dedicated to fighting against the Japanese. You are safe now. If you want to go home, hurry up.
Let’s go!”
"Sir, we are more than a hundred miles away. We can't go home even if we want to! Can we join your team and fight the Japanese with you?" a man in his thirties shouted, pushing aside the crowd.
Walk towards Huang Jinshan.
"Yes, we are all willing to join the anti-Japanese team, please give us guns!"
"Our family has been destroyed, and I have no way to survive. I am determined to fight the little devil to the end!"
"Fight to the bitter end! Fight to the bitter end!"
Huang Jinshan asked everyone to calm down and said passionately: "This is a man, a man from the Northeast! Now let me tell you the good news. Fusong County has been conquered by us. There is a large amount of food and enemy armory there. Let's hurry up.
Go, transport the grain to the mountains and hide it, then pick up a gun and shoot the Japanese, okay?"
"Okay, let's go get the gun!"
"Boom -" The workers ran away, and Huang Jinshan shook his head in shock. A battalion commander ordered the soldiers to gather the dead husbands together, pour gasoline on them and set them on fire.
"Come on, commander, they are farmers, not your soldiers." Looking at the bewildered Huang Jinshan, the first battalion commander laughed: "This is the first time I see you lose your temper like this!"
Huang Jinshan blinked and said, "Just wait, I will let them know the rules."
"Yes, from now on we will go to the place of death to train them! Commander, the battlefield has been cleaned up and it's time to set off."
"Let's go!" Huang Jinshan finally showed off the majesty of a regiment leader in front of his soldiers!