Chapter 1 Oath (8)

"Ah,." The people were so much that they could not find the body. There were still screams coming back from the valley, rippling, irritating the bandits' ears over and over again.

Several bandits who also had the idea of ​​circumventing in their hearts were frightened and stood there in a daze, neither moving forward nor retreating. This behavior was equivalent to seeking death on the battlefield. The guerrilla machine guns shot over without hesitation and pushed them down the valley together.

The so-called fearlessness of death is within a certain limit. Seeing that the most "brave" among the accomplices were killed one by one, the other bandits who rushed down immediately lost their morale. They turned their heads and ran back, exposing their backs directly to the guns of the guerrillas.

Of course, Zhao Tianlong and others would not be polite to the bandits. They set up machine guns and rifles, aimed calmly, and shot all the bandits who dared to rush out of the level to counterattack. In a blink of an eye, the narrow mountain road was covered with bandits' bodies, with red blood and white snow covering each other, which looked particularly eye-catching under the rising sun.

The next battle can be described as the four words of destruction and destruction. The bandits hiding behind the level no longer dared to launch a counterattack. The guerrillas who accidentally seized a Type 97 infantry curved artillery used Zhang Songling's hand to maximize the power of the mortar. According to the previously adjusted shooting angle, they smashed the various shells that had just been seized one by one to the sixth level, and then bombed the bandits who were hiding behind the rocks and resisted the enemy.

Soon, there were no living creatures after the level. The remaining bandits were either bombed to death or risked being shot by guerrillas and fled to the next position. There was a light machine gun and dozens of new forces there. Maybe they could continue to persevere. If they really couldn't hold on, at least the people inside could die a little later, and maybe they would have a chance to see a miracle.

Before Zhang Songling led the guerrillas to attack the next level, Red Beard had lost the interest in continuing to show off his martial arts. He yawned and stretched his waist and said, "Let's go, everyone can go up the mountain together. The battle is up to this point. Even if Yellow Beard still has a killer weapon hidden and has not been used, it will not be possible to turn the tables."

"Yes, yes, Huangbeard is dead this time." The officers of the Independent Battalion shook their heads and walked down the stage with delight. They thought it was an arduous battle, but who knew it was a demonstration by the guerrillas. The performance of the Yellowbeard bandits was beyond everyone's expectations. The strong attack power of the guerrillas also shocked all the bystanders. If everyone really had a fire with the guerrillas that night, someone suddenly thought of the original purpose of this trip to the desert and immediately started to have a cold war, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down their temples.

There is no hope, and there is no hope of winning at all. Even if these guerrillas in front of them are all the troops that Red Beard can do, the Independent Battalion has no hope to swallow them in one bite. On the contrary, it is very likely that Fatty Zhang will beat him to death and eventually even returning to his own nest alive became a luxury.

The most profound and complex one is Zhou Heichang himself. Since he got the independent battalion number and relatively stable supplies last year, he has been expanding his team with all his strength. In just over a dozen months, he has more than doubled the total number of his brothers under his command. His weapons and equipment have also been made from Hanyang, and the water is connected to the 333rd Daguer. It is officially and Czech. I thought that his strength has already outspoken the heroes around him. Compared with the "remnants" in the hands of Red Beard, I realized that he has always been watching the sky.

The doubled force does not mean that the strength will also double. The improvement of the level of weapons and equipment is not necessarily related to the improvement of combat effectiveness. The same mortar is a decoration in the hands of the yellow-bearded bandit gang, and in the hands of Fatty Zhang, who was in the guerrillas, he became an invincible magic weapon. He hits wherever he points, and shoots without any force of resistance, so that the defensive side has no strength to resist.

"Just just burying his head to train, you won't be able to train a strong army." As if you guessed Zhou Heichang's thoughts, Red Beard led everyone to walk slowly towards the mountain, while whispering to himself, "Huang Beard thought that with the support of the Japanese, he would recruit some gangsters and robbers and scoundrels to join the gang, and he would grow rapidly. In fact, he was digging a hole for himself and jumping into it. Our Black Stone Guerrillas did suffer a severe blow in the past few months, but the rest were all elite soldiers who had rolled on the battlefield. When the two sides fought, one beat him and three were like chickens eating grasshoppers."

"That's right, that's the soldiers who have seen blood are different from those who have never seen blood." Wu Tianci's heart was no less shocked than Zhou Heicang. He wiped the sweat on his face and echoed continuously.

"In addition, if you don't have a yearning for light in your heart, your courage will not last long. I'll make a bet with you. I'll see the corpse of a bandit on the road later. There will definitely be more shots in the back than in front of you." Red Beard looked at him with a smile and continued to teach in a low voice.

No one in the independent camp has the courage to answer this sentence. Everyone knows what the light in Red Beard’s mouth refers to, but now everyone has a sign of the Jinsui Army’s independence battalion and cannot openly agree with the Communist Party’s rhetoric. Although before becoming a horse thief, everyone was born in poverty and always hoped to make a fair world come true.

In a heavy breathing, the first level entering the mountain soon appeared in front of everyone. As Red Beard said, most of the dead bandits were shot in the back, and those who died in the battle were less than one-third of the total death toll.

The more we walked up the mountain, the situation became more and more obvious. When everyone passed the fifth level, even the bodies were much less than the previous levels. On the contrary, there were bandits who were pointed at by one or two guerrilla warriors, squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands and waiting for treatment. They could not have the slightest desire to resist. Although their weapons were piled up less than three meters away from their bodies, their number was more than ten times that of the guards.

"Even a group of sheep would not stretch their necks and wait for slaughter." Zhou Heichang secretly cursed in his heart, mourning his misfortune and angering him not to fight. It can be foreseen that after the battle, even if Huang Huzi escaped Shengtian by chance, he was completely removed from the Dongmeng grassland. In the future, this person had to hide when he saw the guerrillas and could no longer have the courage to fight with the latter.

As for Zhou Heichang, where will he go in the future? He does not have the talent like Zhang Fatty under his command. Even if he can get the weapons supply from the Jinsui Army, the gap in strength between the independent battalion and the guerrillas will be wider and wider. Who knows how long the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party can last? If one day he is willing to give up his face and forcefully order him to attack Lamagou, what should he choose?

"Boom, boom." There were scattered shelling sounds from the middle of the mountain, and the sounds continued to stimulate Zhou Heichang's heart. The guerrillas had reached the first pass. Anyway, they were standing at the foot of the mountain, even with the help of a telescope, they could not be seen. However, the independent battalion commander Zhou Heichang knew very well in his heart that Huang Beard used all his skills today, and it was impossible for him to stop Fatty Zhang's progress. In the face of the absolute gap in strength, any conspiracy would be useless. Today, the strength comparison between the guerrillas and the Yellow Bearded bandit gang is the difference between the difference between the hammer and the egg. No matter how they were smashed, whoever took the lead, the egg's fate would always be broken.

As it turned out, his judgment was not wrong at all. After losing the six levels of entry into the mountains, the morale of the bandits had completely collapsed. Near the seventh level, Zhou Heikang and others only saw four corpses that were blown up by shells, and none of the shots or prisoners behind them were seen. Obviously, the defensive party took the initiative to give up the position after only a few shells.

The eighth level had no corpses. After the stones, the guns and ammunition were thrown away vividly. The bandits were panicked when they escaped. There were more shell craters near the ninth level because Huang Bei had dug several more castles nearby. However, except for one castle on the left side of the level being blown up by shells, the other two were quite complete. The bandits inside ran away before the shells hit their heads, leaving boxes of bullets to the attackers.

The tenth level is also the last one to enter the mountain. It is located at the gate of the old guerrilla camp. It is composed of two stone artillery towers and several semicircular positions built with sandbags. Zhou Heichang, Li Laojiu and others have seen the full picture of the level a long time ago. If they were guarded by the two brothers from the independent battalion, even if the weapons and equipment were far inferior to each other, they could last for at least half an hour. However, what caught everyone's eyes was a complete defense system, with no bullet craters and no blood. Only two white flags made of clothes were temporarily inserted on the sandbags, which were blown by the mountain wind, and they were waving back and forth, as if we were welcoming the "guests".

The bandits blocked in the old camp were all squatting in the snow in the front camp, dejected one by one, like defeated roosters. When they heard the footsteps of Zhou Heikang and others, they raised their eyes blankly and watched secretly. When they saw the wrinkled face of the Red Beard, they deeply pierced their heads into the snow, and no one had the courage to beg for mercy.

"I know you. Your name is Tielang. It is the son of the old Tie Ying Tie in Korqin." However, Hongbeard keenly found several familiar figures from the prisoners, walked forward quickly, pulled up one of them by the arm, and asked loudly, "Why are you not doing good things and being a dog for the Japanese devils? Is the bones given by the Japanese devils so delicious?"
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