I lost North China two months ago, and the life of the staff member was not very good. He was so angry that he mobilized heavy troops to prepare to blitzkrieg in northern Shaanxi.

All six main groups stationed in Wutai and the eastern plains of Taihang were transferred to the west.

The Eighth Route Army on the plains became extremely weak.

In order to unite the war of resistance, northern Shaanxi suddenly published statistics on anti-Japanese forces in major newspapers and magazines. In addition to the permanent Japanese Kwantung Army and the Japanese Guards in the occupied areas, there were 36 divisions on the front battlefield, a total of 600,000 Japanese troops, a total of 15 divisions of the Kuomintang fought against, totaling 250,000 (42 percent), and the Eighth Route Army fought against 21 divisions, totaling 350,000 (58 percent).

As for the 620,000 puppet troops with complex composition, almost all of them were fought against by the Eighth Route Army.

Some puppet troops even publicly claimed that they would only suppress the Eighth Route Army and not attack the National Party!

As for the severe drought in Henan Province, the chairman of the womb even publicly believed that the Japanese should be responsible for the disaster relief...

The whole country was in an uproar.

All of this seems very far away to the Liehuo Xiong Zhuzi Village.

A group of devils lit up everything they could see in the village.

Some of the Japanese carried the wounded and their bodies into the car.

The ancient villages that have been for thousands of years have turned into ruins.

The second company commander lying in the ditch outside the village was full of grief and anger. He held up a telescope and watched the Japanese convoy leave.

...

A team of more than a thousand people was hiding in the green gauze tent on both sides of the road.

Hu Yi, who was sitting by the ditch, rolled up his hat and half to cover his eyebrows and eyes, and his face was vaguely edged and cornered, and handed a message to Cheng Haibo.

Cheng Haibo had a bad premonition in his heart. After receiving the telegram, his face changed drastically, and his lips could not stop trembling: "Captain Zhao Zhenya of the 23rd Regiment, Director of the Political Department, and Commander Dai of Battalion died..."

Hu Yi turned around and looked at the map on the ground opposite the ditch and was in a daze, but he didn't answer.

After a while, Cheng Haibo's red eyes dripped in tears: "I'm not going to be a human being if I don't kill these Japanese!"

Hu Yi withdrew his gaze from the map and said calmly: "Regularly speaking, if a main camp guards a village, there should not be such a commander's entire formation...sacrifice..."

"In order to cover us, Commander Zhao stayed to block the enemy, and later he was surrounded by the enemy. The news sent by the commander of the 1st Battalion 2nd Company of their first battalion was that the Japanese could not capture it for a long time and used poison gas bombs!" Cheng Haibo was a little uncertain.

The Japanese have many types of poison gas bombs.

Hu Yi felt a bad feeling in his heart: "Which kind?"

"Tea bomb, the most poisonous kind."

"Report, the enemy convoy is only five miles away." A scout arrived in a hurry.

Hu Yi looked at the generals of the guard battalion next to him and ordered without any thought: "Be prepared for battle!"

Roadside.

A tall artillery tower stands.

Wooden horses are wrapped around iron wire on the road.

Yang Crazy, dressed in a puppet army, was wearing a rifle and paced leisurely.

On the roof of the artillery tower behind him, Li Laosan, who was also dressed in a puppet army, was watching with a telescope.

If those jackals return to Qinghe County, the convoy will pass by the artillery tower!

No matter how many people he comes, as long as he dares to follow this path, he will have to peel off even if he doesn't die.

...

In the car, the Japanese Captain was in a bad mood.

The battle lasted a day and a night, killing more than a hundred eighth Route Army, and the Imperial Army suffered two or three hundred casualties.

If it weren't for the decisive use of the poisonous gas bomb at the end, the casualties might have increased.

I never expected that there were more than a thousand eighth routes hidden in the village.

It’s just a pity that most of the Eighth Route Army have extended their encirclement before dawn.

Such a huge casualty, it is hard to explain when you go back.

Suddenly, two black shadows of a man and a woman emerged from the sorghum on the side of the road, blocking the convoy.

The Japanese tricycle that led the charge immediately braked.

The two traitors suddenly appeared at the machine gun of the car.

The Japanese on the tricycle had a dark face: "Your, what kind of work?"

The woman in black still looked unchanged: "Please report it. We have an emergency and we need to report to Xiong Erliang Taijun..."

Xiong Erqiu looked at the two black-clothed detective team members who were searched by his subordinates and brought over: "Eight Parts..."

The middle-aged man spoke first: "Report to Taijun, the artillery tower on the roadside five miles north of the north was taken over by the Eighth Route Army. He is preparing to ambush Taijun..."

"There are Eighth Route Army?" Xiong Erliang was stunned for a moment and immediately became interested. The Eighth Route Army was a little interesting, and he dared to die?

So, he immediately got out of the car and raised his telescope to observe, and then ordered the Japanese in the car behind him: "The first squadron and the third squadron immediately changed their clothes, go and reconnaissance..."

The two traitors who had been waiting beside him were ordered to lead the way...

A small team of more than 40 Japanese soldiers immediately changed their clothes on the spot.

Then, the Japanese scattered into the sparse green gauze tents on both sides of the highway.

Five miles away is only more than ten minutes for soldiers.

A row of gunfire suddenly sounded in the sorghum field a hundred meters away in front, and the Japanese vanguards dressed as ordinary people fell to the ground on the spot.

Two of them were still howling.

The Japanese behind immediately fell into panic, scattered and looked for hidden things, panic and looked for targets.

The Japanese observer in the team looked a little uncomfortable because he didn't sleep well overnight.

I didn't see clearly how many people there were in the Eighth Route Army who ambushed the elites.

He simply shouted at the reconnaissance lieutenant: "The enemy attacked, the troops were ominous, and there were more than ten rifles that opened fire..."

The Japanese were furious. Someone dared to open fire on the Imperial Army. Is this going to change the world?

Immediately, the machine gun position was set up quickly and fired randomly at the green gauze tent in front.

However, Qingshazhong never fired a gun again. If it weren't for the more than ten imperial soldiers falling down from the ground, the second lieutenant led the team even suspected that there was no one in the Qingsha tent in front.

Perhaps it was because the Imperial Warriors suffered heavy casualties last night, and there were no Japanese charging directly for a while.

Ordinary soldiers kept pulling the bolts to shoot into the sorghum.

The second lieutenant, who was holding the scabbard tightly, ordered the machine gun to maintain firepower to suppress the front, and then led the other Japanese under his command to bypass the position where the black gun had just been fired.

...

When he heard the gunshots in the east, Yang Fengzi, who was standing with a rifle, stopped and looked quietly at the east side of the road.

Liu Yuanqing came out of the artillery tower, stood beside Yang Fengzi and looked east, smacking his lips: "Come?"

"have no idea..."

Liu Yuanqing turned around and asked Li Laosan who was standing on the roof of the artillery tower: "What's the situation?"

"The situation is not right. Two figures seem to appear on the east road. Then they stopped the Japanese convoy and followed a group of Japanese men to get out of the car and scattered into the sorghum on the side of the road. The big dogs on the east side were warned for fire with them.

While the two were talking, Hu Yi and Cheng Haibo came out of the artillery tower.

The order for combat preparation has been issued long ago.

The first battalion brought back by the Guard Battalion and the Regiment Commander Cheng were scattered on both sides of the highway, and it would take time to arrange it all.

The big dog was lying in the sorghum field, with all the civil and military officials carrying grenade launchers on their backs and holding a telescope in their hands as observers.

"How come this little bit of a ghost?" The big dog spoke in a very tone.

"It should be more than that, probably the Japanese vanguards..."

"You really can't tell me. The Japanese vanguards with cars usually lead the way with three-wheeled motorcycles..."

Lieing on the sorghum ground and holding a telescope is purely unnecessary.

Because, there is nothing to see except the earth, the blue sky, and the stems and leaves of sorghum.

The sneak attack just now made at least a dozen Japanese devils.

As for how many deaths and how many injuries were, basically no one in the Ninth Camp made a count, and one less Japanese killed was killed.

The soldiers seemed to care nothing about the rewards from their superiors.

Of course, it can also be said that the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion lack a sense of collective honor.

It can even be said that in addition to fighting the Japanese, the Ninth Camp can definitely rank the last few in the Eighth Route Army, other ideological and enlightenment categories.
Chapter completed!