"What are you idiots doing!" Deng Fei and Ke Zhengwu returned to the northern cliff and saw the actions of the soldiers guarding there. They were furious.
Since we got the news early in the morning that the Japanese would attack the mountain today, Huju Ridge had already made preparations. The "artificial elevator" on the edge of the cliff on the north side was basically dismantled, and the weeds around the cliff mouth were pulled out.
It's clean, even the small slopes have been leveled, so even if the Japanese do climb up, they won't be able to find a place to hide.
Thirty meters from the cliff mouth, there is a row of defensive fortifications, which Wang Lichun requested to build at the time. At that time, the soldiers thought they were useless, but now they have personally experienced the role of these fortifications.
The gunfire and explosions of the Japanese today were so loud that they actually did not hurt a single soldier in Hujuling. The explosions came from below the cliff. It seemed that the devils were smashing the cliff with explosives, but the sound of gunfire was purely
The soldiers in Hujuling were extremely bored, and the Japanese made this for fun.
Not to mention that the Chinese people have never been short of cleverness since ancient times. Ke Zhengwu and Deng Fei returned to the Juyi Hall for a meeting. No one was taking care of their soldiers, so a few people came up with a way to get a bunch of rags.
It is a round ball the size of an adult's head, with some strips of cloth on it and a hat on it. From a distance, it looks like a human head.
Then he connected several bamboo poles, inserted one end into the cloth ball, held the other end in his hand, and carefully pushed the cloth ball out of the cliff. When the Japanese at the bottom of the cliff saw it, they just thought it was someone from Huju Ridge spying on the situation down the mountain.
The machine gun immediately swept over. When the cloth ball was retracted, the Japanese machine gun stopped.
The others were already bored. The Japs had been tossing for so long, and it was always thundering and raining. When they saw their companions figuring out such fun things, they immediately followed suit. As a result, there were more "heads" sticking out, which caused a lot of confusion.
Here comes the Japanese artillery fire.
Although many bamboo poles and cloth balls were blown up or caught on fire, the soldiers in Hujuling were even more energetic. They would do more as many as the Japanese bombed and destroyed, so they kept causing the Japanese to shoot and fire, and even more.
The reporter also used this to bet that if all the "heads" were stretched out at the same time, the Japanese would receive fewer shells.
Deng Fei and Ke Zhengwu were ordered to come back to supervise the battle, but they saw that none of their soldiers were doing their job properly and were having a lot of fun. They yelled angrily. However, after hearing the soldiers' explanation that this would waste the enemy's ammunition, Deng Fei said nothing.
Not to mention snatching a bamboo pole from the nearest soldier and pushing the cloth ball at the front end off the cliff.
"Tatatata!" As soon as the ball of cloth was pushed out, there was a burst of intense machine gun fire, causing stones to fly everywhere. Deng Fei laughed and took the ball of cloth back. After a while, he pushed it out again.
There was another burst of gunfire... I just pushed and retracted like this, and I became addicted to it. Seeing this, my soldiers cooperated and pushed out more than a dozen cloth balls, which immediately attracted the Japanese shells, and they were in front of the cliff.
It exploded within a radius of twenty meters, sending up a large cloud of smoke and dust.
"Bah!" Deng Fei spat out the dust in his mouth, and while patting the dust on his body, he said to Ke Zhengwu: "Second brother, you come and play too, it's quite interesting!"
Ke Zhengwu was not in the mood to go crazy with Deng Fei. He stared at the ground in front of the fortifications with wide eyes. The craters were blown up by the shells. He couldn't help but take a breath: "How did the Japanese shells hit the cliff?"
"Second Master, we don't know either." A soldier replied, "But don't worry, we have tried it out and the enemy's shells can't hit us. They are only twenty steps away from us!"
The soldier's answer did not make Ke Zhengwu's tense heart relax. He twirled his goatee as usual and stared at the craters of various sizes blown up by the shells in front of him, his face uncertain.
"Second brother, what are you thinking about?" The bamboo pole in Deng Fei's hand was damaged by the artillery shell. Taking advantage of the opportunity for the soldiers to make a new one for him, he approached Ke Zhengwu...
After a while, Ke Zhengwu turned to look at Deng Fei and said hesitantly: "Lao San, do you think we should move our brothers back further? What if the Japanese shells hit us?"
"We can't retreat anymore!" Deng Fei blurted out without hesitation, "The political commissar said that our brothers' marksmanship is not accurate. If we go any further, if the Japs get to us..."
He only spoke half of what he said before he stopped abruptly. The words "Wang Lichun", "Wang Political Commissar" and "Political Commissar" represent Wang Lichun, which is a taboo in Huju Ridge, especially thirty meters away from the cliff.
The construction of fortifications was actually Wang Lichun's suggestion.
Ke Zhengwu was not angry, but patted Deng Fei on the shoulder and said: "Third brother, second brother knows that Wang Lichun deceived you, but now that you have seen his true face, why do you still believe it so much?
He? I suggest that we take another thirty steps back for the sake of our brothers. Who knows if the little devil’s shells can hit here?”
"I don't believe him!" Thinking of Wang Lichun's words and deeds two days ago, Deng Fei wanted to strangle him to death with his own hands. "That guy is not a good guy, but he does have some skills. Our brothers' marksmanship is indeed not good.
The distance of fifty steps is generally accurate, but if we retreat further, if the Japanese come up to us, our brothers will not be able to hit accurately, and the village may be in danger by then!"
A cold light flashed in Ke Zhengwu's eyes, and he raised his head suddenly: "Lao San, how do you know that brothers can't shoot accurately if they exceed fifty steps?"
"I let my brothers try it."
"Did you let the brothers try it?" Ke Zhengwu looked at Deng Fei suspiciously, and after a while he continued to ask: "Did the fourth brother let you try it?"
"It's not the fourth child, it's the eldest brother!"
Wang Lichun hooked up with Mu Zhaodi, and the two took brothers No. 780 down the mountain. They even insulted Huju Ridge and made Deng Fei kneel down to admit his mistake. Deng Fei would have hated Wang Lichun to his bones. If it weren't for Liu
With extraordinary obstruction, he would never let Wang Lichun leave Huju Ridge alive, at least not in one piece.
With no place to vent his anger, he vented his anger on everything related to Wang Lichun. The small courtyard where Wang Lichun once lived was smashed to pieces by him. If others hadn't stopped him, he would have even knocked down the courtyard wall.
In addition to the yard, he turned his attention to the defense fortifications built here at Yakou, and planned to lead people to destroy the fortifications. However, he was scolded by Liu Feifan who came after hearing the news, and then gave up.
Deng Fei had a straight temper, and because he was blocked by Liu Fei Fei, he finally vented his anger on Liu Fei Fei. First, he scolded Liu Fei Fei for being indifferent to good and evil, and at such a critical moment, he asked Mu Zhaodi to follow Wang Lichun down the mountain.
He took away dozens of manned guns and two light machine guns, and then scolded Liu Feifan for being blind for actually joining the Eighth Route Army in the first place, and then scolded Liu Feifei for not letting him destroy the defenses here.
According to what he said, Wang Lichun was not a good bird, and he was not doing it for the good of the village at all. The proposed fortifications might be hiding some trouble, and should be demolished as soon as possible. They could also rebuild them in another place.
In response to Deng Fei's swearing, Liu Feifan did not get angry. He just asked Deng Fei to try the marksmanship of his brothers in the village. Sure enough, as Wang Lichun once said, within a distance of thirty meters, the marksmanship of the soldiers in Hujuling was pretty good.
It's accurate, ten shots can hit seven or eight shots. If it were farther away, the hit rate would be less than 40%. It was still shot without any interference.
When this happened, Ke Zhengwu was not in the mountain. Two days before the Japs attacked the mountain, Ke Zhengwu was busy running around the mountain, proposing various conditions in exchange for the other party's promise to help in the future.
"Brother asked you to try it?" Ke Zhengwu's eyes began to flicker...
After Deng Fei told everything about it, he found that his soldiers had already made a new bamboo pole. He immediately grabbed it and happily pushed the cloth ball out of the other end of the bamboo pole.
"Third Master, you have to be careful. Don't let the ball of cloth fall. If the Japanese see through it, the brothers will have nothing to play with!" Seeing Deng Fei's rough hands, a soldier reminded him worriedly.
Unfortunately, he warned him too late. Deng Fei took too long to stretch out the cloth on the bamboo pole. As a result, the bamboo pole was broken by machine gun bullets, and the head-sized cloth at the front fell off the cliff...
This cloth regiment quickly passed through several hands and was finally sent to Fengtou Slope, where the headquarters of the Japs Regiment was located.
The tomb slope is located opposite the cliff on the north side of Huju Ridge. Its height is about one-third of the cliff on the north side of Huju Ridge. It is named because it looks like a grave when viewed from the mountain. The Japanese who attacked Huju Ridge this time
The headquarters of the brigade is set up here.
Kenta Ito, the Japanese commander, was the captain of this brigade and was fully responsible for the attack on Huju Ridge. Seeing the cloth sent by his men and seeing it turned into a hornet's nest with machine gun bullets, Kenta Ito smiled: "
The Chinese people are really smart, they actually thought of this way to consume our bullets."
In the Japanese military command post, except for Kenta Ito, most of them are Japanese. There are only three Chinese, two of them are San Fatty and Zhu Biao, and the other is a translator with the army, whose surname is Huang. Kenta Ito does not understand Chinese.
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"Taijun, you praise them too much. They are just a group of bandits. Who are you smart about? You can crush them all to death with just a move of your fingers." I saw the Japanese soldiers around me staring at the beaten pieces with evil expressions.
The cloth ball, Huang Translator said quickly with a smile.
Ito Kenta ignored Huang Translator's flattery, but ordered to his men: "Send the order, let the machine gun squadron and artillery platoon continue to fight like before, just pretend that we have not discovered the Chinese people's trick!"
"Yes!" Immediately, a Japanese soldier left the headquarters to convey the order. Huang Translator scratched his head and asked in confusion: "Taijun, you..."
Before he finished asking, Kenta Ito gave me a cold look, and he suddenly became silent, smiled flatteringly, and did not dare to speak again.
San Fatty and Zhu Biao have been staying at the headquarters since they brought the Japs here. Their puppet troops were also gathering outside and did not participate in the battle to attack Huju Ridge. They both felt relieved.
What a big breath.
But after a while, another Japanese came in and chatted a lot with Ito Kenta. Huang Translator immediately said to them: "Taijun said, you two, take your team and rush to the tiger immediately."
At the foot of the mountain cliff, start attacking the mountain!"