Outside the south gate of Chaoyang City, there were constant gunshots and cries. More than 170 wolf-like Japanese soldiers had surrounded hundreds of civilians and began to screen them one by one. A few timid young people were frightened.
They ran like headless chickens for more than 200 meters, but they were all killed one by one under the accurate rifle fire of the Japanese army.
Captain Jiro Ikeda jumped out of the cab of the truck. Surrounded by several squadron leaders and squadron leaders, he strode towards the Japanese sergeant who was lying on the ground without his head. He squatted down and looked at the neat fracture on the sergeant's neck, and took a moment to look at it.
Then I knew it was cut with the samurai sword that the sergeant lost.
Ikeda Jiro was furious, stood up suddenly, blushed and shouted three "eight squares" in succession, pointing directly to the south where sporadic gunshots were still heard, and roared angrily to a group of subordinates who lowered their heads in shame: "Absolutely"
It's Yang Jiuxiao! Only these gangsters can be so arrogant and ruthless... This is their usual method and a great insult to our Imperial Japanese Army! If I don't get this face back, how can I move forward?
Feng explained? Everyone listen to my order, speed up the pursuit, and must capture them. I will personally cut off Yang Jiuxiao's head!"
"Hey Yi——"
The puppet battalion commander Liu Weiping stepped forward cautiously and said with a mournful face: "Taijun, the road to the south is not easy..."
"Pah——"
Ikeda Jiro whipped Liu Weiping around with a slap, pulled out the long knife from his waist, and made a "whoosh" of false chops, accurately placing it on the neck of Liu Weiping, whose mouth was full of blood.
Eyes, he gritted his teeth and ordered in harsh Northeastern dialect:
"You are not worthy of being a soldier! Coward, bastard! I am ordering you now to immediately lead your two companies to launch a pursuit, leave one company behind, capture everyone here back to the military camp, and interrogate them carefully to see if there are any accomplices
! Let’s go! Leave immediately, if you can’t catch up with Yang Jiuxiao, I will execute you!”
"Yes, yes... I'll gather the team now..."
Liu Weiping turned pale with fright. He avoided the samurai sword around his neck and backed away repeatedly. His legs became weak and he fell down before his mind cleared up. He quickly got up, staggered to the middle of the open space, and picked up the sword that changed his voice due to fright.
He shouted at the top of his lungs.
Ikeda Jiro held the long knife, pressed his lips tightly and said nothing. He took one last look around the scene that was under control, shouted out a few orders, then put away the knife and put it back in his waist, strode towards the truck cab, and took one step.
After getting into the car, he waved his big hand wearing warm gloves forward vigorously. Half of the nearly two hundred Japanese troops who had quickly formed a team climbed into four truck compartments, and the other half, under the leadership of the squadron leader, took off running southward in pursuit.
Ten kilometers south of the city is Dayaogou.
Yang Jiuxiao was crawling on the hills to the south, holding a telescope and nervously watching the road to the north. On the hills on both sides and on the snow behind the platform, there were more than 2,400 brothers from two brigades crawling, who were usually hiding.
Thirty brand-new Czech machine guns that were reluctant to be used were distributed on the high ground on both sides of the road, revealing the black holes on the edge of the white camouflage cloth, pointing quietly forward.
Lying in the snow on the hills on both sides, Chief of Staff Tong Zhiqiang and Chief of Operations Ni Xianrong, like Commander Yang Jiuxiao, were nervously observing the direction due north through binoculars.
At the southern end of the Senkou Bridge on the Daling River, about four kilometers away from Dayao Valley in the north, the Japanese infantry squadron leader who took the lead in the pursuit inspected the bodies of the two Japanese soldiers who had been killed on the ground, looked at the corpses of the two Japanese soldiers who were killed on the ground, and looked to the south more than 400 meters away, helping each other to escape.
The anti-Japanese team members felt that something was wrong, so they quickly ran to the side of the truck that had just passed the bridge and stopped slowly, and loudly reported to Major Ikeda who stretched his neck to look for details:
"Ikeda-kun, this enemy is only a small force. After two people were killed and many others were injured by our squadron soldiers, they continued to flee south instead of fleeing into the hills on both sides of the road. This is very inappropriate.
It makes sense, my subordinates are worried that it might be Yang Jiuxiao's conspiracy? Moreover, Yang Jiuxiao's tribe is the most ferocious and powerful armed force in the entire Liaoning. It is rumored that there are as many as three to four thousand officers and soldiers in this department, so my subordinates are worried..."
"Ono-kun, what's wrong with you? Are you timid? Huh?" Jiro Ikeda opened the car door and jumped out, shouting loudly with a ferocious face:
"During September 18th, you led a small team of fifty-four imperial warriors and achieved an impressive record of killing more than 200 enemies and capturing more than 500 enemies. Moreover, your opponents at that time were all regular troops of the Northeast Army. You
Because of this battle, you were promoted to lieutenant and were highly respected by our Kwantung Army officers and soldiers. But now you are a squadron leader leading nearly two hundred people. Facing a ragtag group of people with extremely poor equipment and no training at all, you hesitated and stagnated.
If we don’t move forward, where has the courage of the Japanese samurai gone?
"Ono-kun, I'm telling you now, don't believe the rumors about the Chinese. The Chinese have no courage and love to lie. A mere few hundred people can be said to be thousands. There is an old Chinese saying that people follow what they say, which means exaggerating.
Such a situation in the Jiuxiao tribe! Who is Yang Jiuxiao? He is a desperado, a heinous bandit. You said they did not take the opportunity to escape into the mountains, that is because the hills on both sides are covered with snow, and they have no way out.
But we can escape. Even if we escape up the mountain, we will be blocked by the snow and become our best living target! Taking a step back, this is a trick of the enemy to lure troops. Can those mobs pose a threat to us? We just happened to take advantage of this opportunity.
Seize this opportunity to annihilate these bandits and establish special merits for the Japanese Empire!
"Okay, now I order you to immediately lead the warriors to pursue at full speed. You must capture all the dozens of bandits in front. These people are all equipped with Mauser pistols. They must be important figures in the bandit armed forces. We must
Chase them at full speed to their lair and annihilate them all!"
"Hey Yi——"
Ono no longer hesitated, saluted, turned around and rushed back to the front of the team. He issued several orders in succession, pulled out the saber from his waist, and took the lead in rushing south. More than 170 Japanese officers and soldiers were in great spirits.
Zhen, followed closely behind Ono, chasing south at full speed.
Seeing this, how could the two companies of puppet soldiers dare to be lazy? Under the shouts of puppet battalion commander Liu Weiping, they all desperately chased the Japanese officers and soldiers who were running faster and faster.
Ikeda Jiro stepped on the foot pedal outside the cab, carefully observed the situation, nodded with satisfaction, and confidently raised his right hand and waved forward. There were four trucks with machine guns on the top of the cab and trucks full of Japanese troops.
It started one after another and quickly accelerated towards the south.
More than forty minutes passed. As the gunshots got closer and closer, the soldiers who were ambushing on the hills around Dayao Valley finally saw the figures of their brothers. Seven or eight brothers whose lives were unknown were among more than twenty brothers or more.
Carrying or carrying it down and running with difficulty made Yang Jiuxiao and the brothers' hearts rise to their throats.
Just when the escaping brothers successfully entered the ambush circle, Sun Fu, who was wielding his two guns, was suddenly shot and fell to the ground. Tong Zhiqiang, the chief of staff on the hill to the west, was so frightened that he almost screamed. Fortunately, the two brothers risked their lives.
He ran back to the back, hurriedly lifted up the desperate Sun Fu, and fled southward without his life. At this time, more than a hundred Japanese soldiers who kept howling and shouting rushed into the ambush circle with murderous intent, and kept attacking the anti-Japanese team members who fled to the south corner.
shooting.
"beat--"
As Yang Jiuxiao let out a thunderous tiger roar, more than thirty light machine guns on the hills on both sides of the road sprayed out fiery snakes one after another, and hundreds of long-handled grenades emitted squeaking smoke and flew into the enemy group.
Intensive gunfire and violent explosions soared into the sky, and the sound was instantly heard. The thick smoke and fire were steaming, looking particularly dazzling against the silvery white land.
The first round of strikes wiped out nearly half of the more than 300 Japanese and puppet troops who entered the ambush circle. The two troop transport trucks that had just entered the open ambush circle were almost beaten into a honeycomb. The driver of the first truck was shot in the chest.
He fell on the steering wheel. The front of the truck, which was full of bullet holes and sparks, tilted and rushed to the foot of the mountain on the left side of the road. The truck ran over a protruding ridge, was thrown up high, fell heavily, and hit the soil at the foot of the mountain.
After a few violent shocks on the sill, they could no longer move. Nearly half of the more than 20 Japanese soldiers on the car were thrown high up by the huge momentum and thrown out of the car. They screamed and screamed endlessly.
Ikeda Jiro, who was lucky enough to survive, opened the car door with force, stepped on the pedal and jumped out of the truck. A hail of machine gun bullets flew in at the right time, beating Ikeda Jiro who jumped in the air until he was bloody and covered in smoke.
Dead bodies were found on the spot.
The Japanese driver of the second truck was more clever. When he saw that something was wrong, he made a prompt decision and quickly turned the front of the truck amid the intensive bullet strikes. Unfortunately, just as he crossed the car body, he was hit hard by the out-of-control truck behind him. Under the huge impact force,
The second truck lost its balance and quickly rolled to the ground. Dozens of Japanese soldiers on board all flew out of the truck. Some of the Japanese soldiers who survived the catastrophe had not yet stood up from the ground, and they became hills and ridges on both sides.
A living target for the generals.
Only the fourth truck at the tail reacted quickly when it entered the ambush circle. It suddenly stopped amidst the dense rain of bullets and grenade smoke, then quickly turned around and rushed northward desperately.
More than 20 Japanese soldiers managed to escape with several casualties and fled at full speed along the route they came from.
Yang Jiuxiao, who had been silently observing the battle situation, did not give the order to pursue. After fighting for more than ten minutes, the Japanese and puppet troops in the ambush circle were already at a loss. The dozens of puppet troops who were lucky enough to survive had already thrown away their weapons and knelt on the ground with their hands raised and shouted loudly.
Wailing and begging for mercy, the remaining Japanese officers and soldiers were still resisting regardless of whether they were injured or not.
Seeing that the time had come, Yang Jiuxiao immediately ordered the trumpeter on the side to blow the charge horn. The dark soldiers on the hills on both sides jumped up, shouted and rushed down the hills to launch the final annihilation of the remaining enemies.
The truck that successfully escaped the ambush was more than 300 meters away from the Shaoxing Bridge. The frightened Japanese soldiers in the car suddenly heard a loud explosion. Debris from the blown-up bridge ahead was flying, and a thick column of smoke was breaking.
The bridge flipped and circled, and the desperate Japanese driver suddenly stepped on the brakes. The truck made a piercing scream and stirred up a cloud of snow and fog. Before the Japanese invaders on the carriage could realize what was going on, they were greeted by a dense rain of bullets again.
More than three hundred anti-Japanese soldiers who had been ambushing here for a long time aimed at the Japanese invaders in the car from three directions and shot simultaneously. Amidst the intensive gunfire, a high-pitched voice kept reminding: Don't break the fuel tank and wheels...
Almost at the same time as the ambush started, a small group of Japanese troops left behind in Chaoyang City was suddenly attacked by more than 300 plainclothes soldiers armed with shell guns and machine guns. The puppet troops patrolling the streets and the Japanese puppet troops at the north and south gates of the city were suddenly attacked.
, suffered a ruthless blow at the same time. After more than five minutes of tenacious resistance, the thirteen Japanese troops in the temporary military supply warehouse in the backyard of the county government were all wiped out. The commander of the third battalion, nicknamed Old Fourth Uncle, led more than two hundred lurking brothers.
They surged in and plundered all the supplies and ammunition reserves of the Japanese army. More than ten guys from the truck dealer hurried over in a large truck, loaded all the ammunition and supplies and seven injured brothers onto the truck board, and quickly left the city.
The battle next to the Guandi Temple in Hexi was extremely fierce. Special agent company commander Lu Yanqing led more than a hundred brothers to launch a fierce attack on the Japanese artillery squadron stationed here. As the gunfire to attack the Japanese army headquarters in the county government was fired in advance, the Japanese army was in the process of attacking.
The one hundred and ten Japanese artillerymen who were preparing lunch hurriedly organized to resist. If the Japanese artillerymen were not equipped with less light weapons, the company led by Lu Yanqing would probably have paid an extremely heavy price. Even so, more than one hundred people were well prepared.
The anti-Japanese warriors came with far more powerful firepower than their opponents, but it still took nearly twenty-five minutes to end the battle. Unfortunately, the last two surviving Japanese officers and soldiers blew up two 92 infantry cannons. Before the battle, Yang Jiuxiao repeatedly stated that he wanted all
Only two infantry guns were captured. However, Lu Yanqing Company sacrificed eleven brothers for this, and more than twenty others suffered varying degrees of disservice.
A fierce battle in which more than 930 enemies were wiped out and all weapons, ammunition and military supplies were seized was over in less than three and a half hours. When the gunfire stopped, more than 16,000 people in Chaoyang City opened their doors in fear.
At that time, the fire in the Japanese temporary warehouse behind the county government compound was not extinguished, and thick smoke was still billowing out. The stripped corpses of Japanese and puppet soldiers could be seen everywhere on the street. There were pools of blood on the road that had become caked on the snow.
Against the background, it is particularly dazzling.
A vicissitudes of voice sighed loudly: Brother Yang Jiu must have led the brothers to do this...
Everyone looked around attentively and suddenly realized that after the Japanese and puppet troops were wiped out, they were all stripped naked and their clothes, pants, shoes and hats were taken away. There was no one except Yang Jiuxiao's troops.
Neighbors carefully avoided the corpses, looked everywhere, and excitedly inquired about the news from each other. One said that Yang Jiuge and his brothers were all tough men, and the other asked why they always like to pick off Japanese and puppet soldiers.
All gone? A very knowledgeable voice immediately sounded:
Don't you know? Where did Brother Yang Jiu and the others get so many weapons? Where did they get enough food and clothing? Didn't they all get it back from the hands and bodies of the Japanese? Wash it and mend it a little, then set up a few big pots and boil hot water.
If all the military uniforms and other items were dyed dark blue or dark green, wouldn’t they become the clothes of the Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army? How can it be so convenient and affordable in the world? It’s really expensive...