Chapter 3 Zongheng (Nine)

""Secret." Now Andre was completely awake, and pushed Boris away, supporting him, rushed out of the tent. Redbeard had just arrived here last evening. If Redbeard wanted to destroy the command of this team, the best choice was to use the range advantage of the mortar to directly bombard the army's tent.

"Master, your boots." Boris' reaction was not slow either. He chased Andre's figure and rushed out of the tent. In the first ray of dawn, they saw two cavalry teams flying over the temporary wall of the camp. The soldiers on the horses held a thick-backed machete with very Chinese characteristics, killing the Belarusians who had just woken up in the camp.

"Don't panic, don't panic. Organize a counterattack on the spot. There are not many of them, and there are not many of them." Andre didn't care about wearing his boots and stood on the ground barefoot and shouted. No one was willing to obey his orders. Even his own confidant subordinates had been busy for nearly a night and had just poured a stomach full of white wine, so he didn't have the strength to hold the rifle again.

Most Belarusian bandits were just awakened from their nightmare and didn't know where they were. When they heard the dense sound of horse hooves heading straight to their heads and stumbled out of the tent with instinct, their backs became the best target of the raiders. The big black man led the team dragged his steel knife and dragged a two-foot-long hole at the back of a Belarusian bandit. Blood sprayed from the wound like a spring, and was blown into light pink smoke by the bitter morning wind. In the heavy mist, the big black man waved his steel knife and slashed at another Russian bandit who was stumbled, cutting his head away from his neck with one stroke.

"It's Ruyunlong, he rushed towards this side." Boris pulled Andrei with his eyes straightened and screamed loudly. There is only one person who can use the steel knife to such a superb level on the horse's back, that is, the former lone thief, and the current Eighth Route Army guerrilla cavalry coach Ruyunlong. Last night Andre framed this person and sneaked into the camp to assassinate the commander Ivanov. Unexpectedly, the other party came to the door this morning.

"Don't panic, don't panic, he doesn't know that we two are standing here." Andre was pulled by one, staggered Boris with his backhand, raised his other arm, and slapped the other party hard. "Two legs must not run away from four legs. If you don't calm down, we will all die today. Hurry up and go to the back camp to organize a counterattack. I'll stare here and find a way to hold them down."

Although Boris was beaten to the point of being star-eyed, his mind became much clearer. He was stunned and asked with some emotion, "Then, there are not many people around you."

"I am the boss." At the critical moment, Andre finally showed some heroic nature. He kicked away Boris, who was trying to pull him to escape to the back camp, and roared sternly, "Since I have snatched this position from Old Ivan, there will be such a day sooner or later. Go quickly, don't waste your time, and take advantage of the enemy's failure to completely destroy us."

"Oh." Boris wiped his tears and rolled and crawled to the back camp. Andre took a breath of the cold morning air in hatred, turned around and ran into the tent, and took out a brand new 38-large cover, which was given to Ivanov by the Japanese as a gift. The oil on the gun had not been wiped clean, and the luster of a modern weapon was exuded from top to bottom.

The bullets were also full of bags, placed next to the seat Ivanov used. Andrei stepped on the bag of bullets on his shoulder and rushed out of the tent with a rifle. The front of the camp had been completely marred by sneak attackers. At least hundreds of Belarusians lost their lives in their sleep. Fortunately, those who were not killed by the steel knife were scattered in a mess, avoiding the trampling of war horses and had no ability to resist.

Two cavalrymen in different costumes galloped in the camp under the leadership of Jiyunlong and Blackbeard, as if they were entering a no-man. Both of them had been good at horseback for many years. They were first-class in both riding and sword skills. Several White Russians had no way to escape and turned around to try to pull them off the saddle from the side, but were cut by Jiyunlong and Blackbeard, one by one, and all fell to the ground. The two teams of cavalry following behind them rode their horses and quickly rushed through the pool of blood, pounced on the other helpless Russians, like tigers entering a flock of sheep.

"Zuyunlong, I am here, I have the ability to come to me." Andrei roared in a furious manner, laying behind a body that was killed by a shell, and fired wildly at Ruyunlong. "Zuyin, Ping, Ping, Ping" the continuous bullets shot did not hit Zhiyunlong, but successfully attracted the attention of many people, including some Belarusian bandits who ran around like headless flies. They finally found their backbone, dragged their spears and short spears, and ran towards Andrei with a cry.

"Go closer to me, don't panic. They only have a hundred people. As long as we withstand the first wave of offensives, we can drive them out of the camp." After all, he is an old bandit. Andrei has a lot of combat experience. After giving up his life, he soon thought of a way to survive the crisis.

"Go closer to the second commander, and approach the second commander. We intercept them with the volleyball gun, and intercept them with the volleyball gun. We can't run four legs on both legs. If we don't stop them, no one of us will survive today." Seeing Andrei's fight to the death, several small leaders also regained their calmness, opened their voices and shouted in Russian.

Driven by the desire to survive, many Belarusian bandits forgot their fears and jumped out of their hiding places, dragging various guns, and moving towards Andre at all costs.

Zhou Heichang was furious and led the brothers of the Independent Camp who had just changed their flag for a few days to chase after him and chopped up the backs of the Belarusians. More than a dozen Belarusian bandits who could not hide were killed on the spot, but more Belarusian bandits accelerated to Andre, and several old bandits with big beards, who knew they could not escape the young man. They turned their heads and shouted desperately, "Ah,."

"Ah,,." ​​An old bandit pounced on Zhou Heichang's mount, and was chopped backwards by him with a knife, and turned into two sections in the air. The second old bandit in White Russia cried and rolled down, hugging Zhou Heichang's horse's legs from the ground. Zhou Heichang's mount raised four hooves and slashed the man's belly. However, before he died, the old bandit successfully hugged a horse's hooves, forcing Zhou Heichang to stop the mount and leaned over and cut off his arms.

The wolf nature of the Russians was fully reflected at this moment. In just a few seconds, more than a dozen elderly bandits rushed towards the rushing horse. They would rather be broken by the horse's hooves than fight for a front-line counterattack for their accomplices. Although the teams of Zhou Heicang and Zhao Tianlong were not caused by the old bandits, the impact speed slowed down significantly. Taking advantage of this kung fu, Andre, the second commander of the Belarusian bandit gang, finally gathered a group of outlaws and used the corpses of his companions as a bunker to pull the trigger at the guerrillas and the soldiers of the independent battalion.

"Table, ping, ping, ping." The Belarusian bandits who dared to gather together with Andre were all veterans with very rich combat experience. Although the firepower organized hastily was thin, it was very rhythmic. Several independent battalion soldiers who rushed to the outside of the horse team were hit by bullets and fell head-on. The horses that lost their masters left the team sang wombly and ran around the camp. Two young bandits who were hiding behind the collapsed tent pretended to be dead were stepped on by horse hooves and screamed loudly. An experienced old bandit pulled the reins and flew over and flew onto the horse's back.

"Damn it." Zhou Heichang was furious, turned his mount, and led his brothers to pounce on Andre. Andre asked for this result. He took a steady rifle and kept pulling the trigger at Zhou Heichang and others.

"Ping, ping, ping, ping." Although the 38th Gaier and the Shui Lianzhu rifle could not be fired continuously, they could cooperate with each other to shoot continuous firepower in the hands of experienced old bandits. More independent battalion soldiers were shot and fell off the horse's back screaming. Several old bandits hiding behind the tents and fired cold guns took the opportunity to rush out, grabbed the unowned mount, and turned around and rushed into the horse team.

The attack rhythm of the independent battalion was greatly disturbed and had to slow down its advancement speed. He entangled with the enemy troops in the distance and near. Seeing this, Zhao Tianlong, who was chasing the defeated soldiers on the other side, quickly made a gesture and led the guerrillas to come over to reinforce. An old Russian bandit who had just climbed onto the horse keenly discovered this situation, leaned over and picked up a saber from the ground, and roared to meet it.

"Avenge the commander." The elderly bandit roared like a beast before his death, not asking for any results, but only asking for interference with the other party's command. After only three or two steps, the speed of the war horse had not yet been fully added up. A bullet flew out of the camp accurately shot through his head. "Ah,." The old bandit's roar stopped abruptly, and he screamed and fell from the horse's back, and his eyes were unknown.

"Don't worry, aim at the target and shoot, and open the way for Captain Zhao and the others." Zhang Songling used his sight to trap another bandit who tried to interfere with the cavalry team, and at the same time loudly ordered the guerrillas around him. All the eighteen-nine-year-old boys, whose riding skills and combat experience were far less than those of the adult guerrilla warriors behind Zhao Tianlong, but they were smarter and more malleable. They all followed Zhang Songling's appearance, putting their rifles on their shoulders, shooting in a half-kneeling position, and clearing the road for their cavalrymen. On the way, "Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table, Table" was filled with crisp gunfire. Soon, the White Russian bandits who dared to rush up and entangle with the guerrilla cavalry were cleared. Zhao Tianlong's team immediately roared towards the flanks of the Independent Battalion like a dragon breaking free from the shackles, chopping the bandits who tried to delay the attack speed of the Independent Battalion one by one, and then changing the speed, catching up with the bandits who were trying to move closer to Andre, or cutting them to death from behind, or expel them to flee in a hurry with their heads in their arms.

"Peter, you bring half of your hands to deal with Ruyunlong." Andre, who was organizing firepower to intercept the independent battalion, soon discovered a new crisis, adjusted his troops, and sent people to deal with the guerrilla cavalry. The guerrillas around Ruyunlong soon suffered casualties, but they were not disrupted from the rhythm of the attack. Regardless of the continuous bullets shot from the diagonally forward, they continued to gallop at high speed under the command of their own captain.

The fast-moving war horse made it difficult for Belarusian bandits to aim. The fifth commander Peter had no choice but to re-target the attack on the Blackbeard team. However, Zhou Heikang, who had just suffered a loss, became cunning, quickly pulled the team to Andrei's side, and detoured at high speed to deal with the bandits who were trying to try to gather together, and no longer confronted Andre and others head-on.

The large area that the cavalry took the initiative to give up made Zhang Songling's vision very clear. With the experience accumulated in the sea of ​​blood of corpses, he quickly organized firepower and launched a key attack on Andre and others. Four or five bandits lying behind the bodies of his companions were immediately killed. The rest were no longer at ease to deal with Ruyunlong and Blackbeard, and had to turn the guns and shoot with Zhang Songling and the guerrillas around him.

"Da Zhou, Lao Lu, it's your turn." Zhang Songling had no intention of competing with the bandits to compete with the bandits. He turned his head and shouted at a dead tree on the right side behind him. The machine gunner Da Zhou stuck out his tongue, pulled the Maxim machine, and shot a bunch of hot bullets at the enemy. The arrogance of Andre and Peter and other bandits was immediately suppressed, and they lay behind the corpse, blindly setting off guns.

The deputy captain of the guerrillas, Lu Feng, did not respond to Zhang Songling's call immediately, not because he felt that the other party was not qualified to make a request to him, but because he was a little reluctant to let go of the hard-earned mortar shells. The shells of the Type 97 mortars are not like the ammunition of the Maxim machine gun. When they are forced to do nothing, they can barely deal with them with black gunpowder. This thing is also a high-end thing in the hands of the Japanese. It is not easy to equip the Japanese. The Japanese's business focus is not on the grassland at this moment. At present, the only 97 mortar near the Heishizhai is that the guerrillas have just seized this gate, and even Junji Fujita can't find the second gate.

With a thrust of Maxim alone, it was obvious that the enemy's firepower could not be completely suppressed. Zhang Songling had no choice but to think of his ideas again, "Follow me, let's rush into the barracks, get close to the enemy, and use grenades to deal with them."

"Yes." Zheng Xiaobao and others agreed and were eager to try.

"According to your usual training movements, try to lower your upper body as much as possible, don't go straight, and it's better to be slower than go straight." Zhang Songling whispered a few more words and took the lead in rushing towards the enemy camp. The guerrillas jumped out of their hiding place, followed behind him, in a scattered formation, and quickly approached the target.

A bandit took advantage of the interval when Maxim shot, poked out the muzzle from behind the body and knocked a guerrilla player next to Zhang Songling to the ground. Then, he was swept into a honeycomb by Maxim's bullets. More bandits risked being shot by machine guns and opened fire on Zhang Songling and others one after another. The guerrillas were constantly injured. Zhang Songlin had to lead the remaining team members to crawl forward. The attack speed and strength were greatly affected, and he even had no time to distract himself to provide fire support to Zhao Tianlong and Zhou Heicang.

"Dong." The Type 97 mortar finally began to speak, but its accuracy was a bit unsatisfactory. Deputy Captain Lao Lu had never touched this thing before, and he was reluctant to waste precious shells on daily practice, so he could scare many enemies when it was the turn of accurate strikes.

"Oh." Zhang Songling was so upset that he only waved his fists. If he had known this, he would not have agreed to let Red Beard hold a heavy machine gun and three other light machine guns to block the retreat of the Belarus bandits. He originally thought that with the relative advantageous firepower provided by mortars and Maxim, the front battalion could quickly smash the enemy's resistance. Unexpectedly, the training level of guerrilla warriors was far from being compared with the independent regiment of his old army. The cooperation between several attack units was far less than that of the independent regiment.

Just as he was scraping his head and looking for a countermeasure to break the deadlock, Boris, the fourth commander of the Belarus bandit gang, rushed over from the rear camp with more than 200 habitual bandits, and divided them into three gangs behind Andre, the left, middle and right gangs, relying on their superior forces to try to stabilize the situation again.

"Dadadada, dadadadada, dadadada" The Belarusians' several machine guns also roared one after another, and fired against Maxim in Dazhou's hand. Zhang Songling and others received fire support and became increasingly rare, and the road to advance became increasingly difficult. After a while, Zhao Tianlong and Zhou Heicang were also affected. Cavalry kept falling off the horse's back, rolling and moaning in pain in pools of blood.

"The others were lying down on the spot, Zheng Xiaobao, Liu Erwai, you two are covering me." Seeing that their own people were constantly being dismissed, Zhang Songling's eyes instantly turned blood red, and he roared and jumped towards a tent that was half lying on the ground.

Several bullets flew past him, splashing strings of blue smoke. His figure quickly disappeared into the tent, and then jumped out like a leopard and jumped towards another burning tent. Zheng Xiaobao and Liu Erwai two teenagers knew that Captain Zhang must be preparing to do a crucial thing. They put the rifle on the ground and shot at the enemy desperately. The firepower on the opposite side was attracted by the two of them. Countless bullets flew over at the same time, causing dust to splash around them.

Taking advantage of the enemy's attention being attracted by his companions, Zhang Songling quickly jumped over several tents. The life-saving skills he had learned on the battlefield were fully utilized by him at this moment. It was not that there were the White Russian bandits who continued to pay attention to him, but he kept moving and his marching route was extremely erratic, making it difficult for the enemy's rifle to capture. The bullets fired from hastily just chased his back and jumped, but none of them really fell on him.

"Dadada" A light machine gun from the White Russian turned around and fired a series of bullets at him. Zhang Songling's body suddenly leaned forward and fell into a crater. "Captain Zhang,,." Zheng Xiaobao and others shouted in grief and anger, and tears immediately flowed all over his face. Although he had not been dating Zhang Songling for a long time and had been dissatisfied with him in his mouth, deep down, the young guerrillas had long accepted this squadron leader with rich combat experience, knowledgeable, kind and bravery, and regarded him as a model for growth everywhere.

"Bang, bang! bang." Seeing Zhang Songling fall, the deputy squad leader Lu also blushed his eyes and no longer stings with shells. He launched fire attacks on the Belarusian machine gun positions. Among the three shells, one fell behind Boris, lifted the machine gun and machine gunners that were firing. The blood and flesh fell to the bandits' heads. The other bandits were shocked and hid their weapons to avoid the artillery fire. The bullets fired at Zheng Xiaobao and others instantly fell. In a flash, Zhang Songling, who was mistakenly killed by both the enemy and us, poked out the muzzle from the crater and pointed the trigger at Andre's head.

"Puff." In the chaotic sound of gunfire, the sound of bullets piercing through the head was weak and unheard. Andre, who had just sat on the throne of the commander for less than half a day, leaned back and died silently.

"Grand Commander, Big Commander, what's wrong with you?" Boris screamed in despair and rushed forward, hoping to pull Andre back to the world from the gates of hell. Zhang Songling quickly fired another shot, and then a tiger pounced in the crater and refused to show his head again. Boris looked at a bunch of blood on his right chest in shock, his eyes wide open, but he could no longer make any sound in his mouth.

"Four Commanders, Four Commanders." The surrounding Belarus bandits rushed forward to rescue them in case the broken lung leaves blocked Boris' throat and suffocated him to death. The entire bandit's position immediately became a mess again.

"Not good, no good, poison gas bombs, the red beard fired poison gas bombs." As if fearing that the Belarusian bandits were not in a state of chaos, some people shouted in Chinese and Russian in the camp. This voice completely became the last straw pressing on the camel's back. All the bandits who were alive had no intention of resisting, threw down their weapons, and fled in all directions.

"Poison gas bomb, Red Beard fired poison gas bomb." While running, the panicked bandits spread the terrifying information around. No one had time to investigate whether Red Beard really fired poison gas bombs. No one cared about the life and death of the fourth commander Boris. Those who could find the war horse jumped on the back and fled. Those who could not find the horse tried their best to move their legs, fearing that they would be affected by the "poison gas" and that their fate would be worse than death.

"Captain Zhang,." Zheng Xiaobao and Liu Erwai rushed to Zhang Songling's side in the danger of being hit by a stray bullet, helped him up from the crater, and shouted.

"I'm fine, everyone shouted quickly, and I won't kill you." Zhang Songling wiped the mud on his face and ordered with a smile.

"Snatch the gun and don't kill you, and surrender." Zheng Xiaobao and Liu Erwai jumped and shouted, regardless of whether the bandits could understand or not.

"Snatch the gun and don't kill it, surrender and don't kill it." Ru Yunlong and Zhou Heicang led the horse team to chase the Belarusian bandits, following like shadows. Several older bandits ran too slowly and were trampled to death by war horses. Many bandits refused to obey the advice and were chopped over by the soldiers with steel knives. Only a very small number of bandits chose to surrender and lay on the ground and let the cavalry deal with it. They have done too many bad things in China over the years, and they cannot believe that they will be forgiven.

Ivanov's son Leon Jr. also rushed out from the deputy captain of the guerrilla team, Lu Feng, jumped onto a war horse and rushed into the camp, and warned the bandits hiding in the corner in Russian, "Come out and surrender quickly, don't continue to be stupid. Redbeard promises that he will not execute you. My father was murdered by Andrei. I will only avenge him alone and will never implicate innocent people."

Hearing the personal promise of the former leader's son, the Belarusian bandits who were hiding in the pile of corpses and pretending to be dead under the collapsed tents also stood up embarrassedly, and took the initiative to gather behind Little Leon and express their loyalty to him. "Leon, we have long seen that Andre is the murderer." "We did not intend to resist at the beginning." "Leon, we will follow you from now on." "Leon, we support you as the commander. I will do whatever you ask us to do. We will hit whoever you ask us to hit."

"I won't be your commander." Little Leon grinned and shook his head gently. His father Ivanov's death had a big blow to him, and he was unwilling to repeat the mistakes of his elders.

"Then, what are you going to do?" The bandits were unable to adapt to the situation of not having loyal partners for the time being, and asked unwillingly.
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