About 200 Japanese and puppet troops, driving dozens of mule carts, walked slowly in a line.
Dozens of mule carts were loaded with more than 500 Japanese and puppet troops and more than 1,000 migrant workers with supplies for half a month.
At the front was a Japanese three-wheeled motorcycle clearing the way, with a crooked machine gun mounted on the co-pilot.
There was a large truck behind the motorcycle, with a crooked machine gun mounted on the cab, and the roar of the motor could be heard.
At a distance of 400 meters, the transport team and trucks stopped where they were, and the little devil's three-wheeled motorcycle took the lead in driving towards the ridge.
The regiment leader Kong Jie and the first battalion commander Guan Dashan used binoculars to observe the Japanese movements. When they saw the Japanese three-wheeled motorcycle approaching, they quickly took cover.
The Japanese rode a three-wheeled motorcycle to the mountain ridge and stopped. The Japanese driving the three-wheeled motorcycle glanced around and seemed to find nothing unusual.
The Japanese often used this transportation route, and they all thought that the Eighth Route Army was mentally ill to set up an ambush here due to this kind of terrain.
Then he whispered something to the machine gunner on the co-pilot. The machine gunner stood up and signaled to the rear with his command flag.
Only then did the Japanese and puppet transport team get back on the road, driving the mule cart toward the mountain ridge.
About seven or eight minutes later, the Japanese and puppet transport teams had all entered the ambush circle.
Kong Jie held the muzzle of the rifle in his hand and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Snapped--
A sudden gunshot sounded the clarion call for attack.
Ta da da, da da, da da da——
The gunfire rang out like popping beans.
Although the ambush force only had one battalion, Kong Jie brought all 15 machine guns in the regiment.
In addition, we only obtained 3,000 rounds of machine gun ammunition from Li Yunlong two days ago, which made this ambush cost a lot more.
Kong Jie's order is: After the battle begins, all machine guns should not save bullets. One round of firepower should kill half of the enemies, and then rush forward to fight hand-to-hand, and achieve a quick victory!
The machine guns lying in ambush on both sides of the road spurted out tongues of fire, and the Japanese fell down instantly like dry grass meeting a sharp blade.
Wang Gensheng picked up four cluster grenades tied together, pulled the fire rope, and saw black smoke rising from the bottom, and threw it at the Japanese truck.
The cluster grenade landed accurately on the truck. Seeing this, the Japanese in the truck turned around with a horrified expression and jumped out of the truck.
After a while.
boom--
There was a violent explosion, and the Japanese truck was instantly enveloped in flames and smoke.
The fragments of the truck and the broken limbs of the Japanese soldiers fell from the sky one after another, and some even fell on the bodies of the lurking soldiers.
Um?
Wang Gensheng looked stunned. There seemed to be something wrong with the power of this grenade?
Kong Jie and Guan Dashan glanced at Wang Gensheng curiously, as if he was cheating.
Under normal circumstances, the Eighth Route Army ties several grenades together and uses them as cluster grenades to make up for the lack of power of the grenades and achieve the effect of killing the enemy.
The German-made M24 grenade, also known as the Big Knife, is loaded with potent TNT gunpowder and is much more powerful than the grenades made in the border area.
Several grenades tied together are as powerful as explosives and can blow down masonry fortifications.
The dozen or so Japanese soldiers on the truck who had not had time to jump out were blown up into the sky by the powerful explosion.
When he looked at the grenade in front of him again, Wang Gensheng's eyes lit up like light bulbs.
Then he picked up a grenade, pulled the fuse, and threw it towards where three or four Japs were gathered.
Boom - after an explosion, the three or four Japs disappeared.
Wang Gensheng grinned slightly, picked up another grenade, bit the fuse with his teeth and pulled it, then quickly threw it towards the Japanese grenade soldiers.
Boom - After an explosion, the two Japanese grenadier soldiers fell to the ground.
Boom, boom—Wang Gensheng threw two more grenades one after another, killing three or four puppet soldiers.
The nearby bombardiers were also exerting their strength, and grenades made in the border areas were constantly thrown onto the road. It was like a flock of sparrows flying in the sky.
Although it was not very powerful, it could not withstand a large amount, and the road was enveloped in a hail of bullets, as well as the fire and smoke produced by the explosion.
Just when Wang Gensheng was about to vote again, he heard the passionate and rapid sound of the charging horn.
"Kill!" Wang Gensheng's eyes flashed sharply, he picked up the machete and rushed forward with his comrades.
There was not much suspense in the battle. The puppet troops who surrendered were killed, and the Japanese were all killed.
…
In the evening, at the entrance of Zhengjia Village.
Under dim vision, Li Yunlong threw the cigarette butt that had burned into the filter on the ground.
Looking towards the end of the road, he habitually stepped on the cigarette butt with his rubber-soled shoes and rubbed it back and forth.
Then he took out another cigarette and threw it into his mouth, lit it with a match, and took a long drag.
Calculating the time, the first battalion went out to do side jobs and should be back by now. Will something happen?
There was a hint of worry in Li Yunlong's eyebrows, and he glanced at the end of the road from time to time.
At this moment, the sound of horse hoofbeats was heard at the end of the road, and Li Yunlong quickly raised the telescope on his chest to look.
Through the dim vision, although he could not see who it was, Li Yunlong could clearly see that the person was wearing an Eighth Route Army uniform and the tall horse under his crotch.
Li Yunlong couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hello!" Li Changshun galloped up to Li Yunlong, quickly reined in the reins, turned over, dismounted, and saluted Li Yunlong with a bang.
"Li Changshun, why are you coming back alone?" Li Yunlong asked, "Where are your battalion commander and the soldiers?"
"Report to the regiment commander!" Li Changshun spoke very quickly, "It's in the back, still five or six miles away from Zhengjia Village. The battalion commander is afraid that you, the regiment commander, will be worried, so he asked me to come back and report to you first!"
The corners of Li Yunlong's mouth curled up slightly, Zhang Dabiao was quite thoughtful.
Li Yunlong said: "I understand, let your battalion commander report to the regiment headquarters after he comes back."
Li Changshun: "Yes!"
After saying that, Li Yunlong took guard Huang Erhu and walked towards the regiment headquarters.
About half an hour later.
Zhang Dabiao returned to Zhengjiacun and reported to Li Yunlong at the regiment headquarters before he had time to rest.
In the regiment headquarters.
Zhang Dabiao took a sip of the sweet potato roast handed over by Li Yunlong, and then reported to Li Yunlong.
"Commander, in this battle, 6 soldiers of the first battalion were injured and 35 puppet soldiers were killed."
"304 military horses were seized."
"Hanyang made two hundred and seventy-three cavalry rifles."
"5 Czech light machine guns."
"Two civilian 24 heavy machine guns."
"Two hundred and eighty-one Type 32 sabers."
"26 shell guns."
"There are probably more than 10,000 bullets."
"How much concentrated feed should the army horses eat?"
When Li Yunlong heard this, he looked extremely satisfied: "Yes, you did a great job!"
Zhang Dabiao said: "By the way, Commander, two more army horses were killed by bullets, and the horse meat was transported back in pieces on a mule cart."
"Da Biao, you loser, why don't you let the soldiers watch and shoot?" Li Yunlong's face was full of pain, "What a good army horse!"
"Captain, there's nothing we can do about it," Zhang Dabiao said, "The bullet doesn't have eyes."
Li Yunlong waved his hand and said: "Since he was killed, let the cooking team stew the horse meat so that the soldiers can have a good meal and have a good sleep tonight."
"Yes!" Zhang Dabiao straightened up and walked out.
At the celebration banquet in the evening, Li Yunlong gnawed on large pieces of horse meat and drank sweet potato roast.