The gunshots were scattered in the green gauze tent, and the fields were uneasy.

Zhang Xiaosan hid near the Japanese convoy in Qingsha Tent. After hearing the sound from behind the Japanese convoy, he immediately guessed that someone was attacking the Japanese.

When he can quickly make correct judgments on the battlefield situation through gunfire, at least he can already be considered a veteran and even have basic command capabilities.

However, he lacked experience in the battle, so he did not take action immediately. He planned to go around to the gun-shooting position first and see with his own eyes whether Yang Crazy Zi and the others had gone behind the enemy.

Just got up and was about to jump east.

Dada dada...

A light machine gun suddenly opened fire in the south, followed by a Japanese car not far away.

Zhang Xiaodao was startled and quickly lay down again.

When I heard the machine gun fired without stopping, I immediately decided that it was probably the mule company commander who was playing and scanning a large number of movies.

He hesitated until the sound of the machine gun fire stopped and immediately came to a conclusion: the mule company commander was browsing the enemy's back.

Gunshots won't lie.

No longer as before, I saw a large number of Japanese soldiers, but only said that there were many enemies. At most, the number of Japanese soldiers was reconnaissance was roughly large, without knowing the specific arrangements of Japanese soldiers.

It was determined that the shooting position of the mule company commander was near the enemy's guard post, which means that Yang Crazy and the others had already touched the whistle.

Moreover, the open machine gun shooting is likely to attract enemy firepower to provide cover for yourself. So, I have to perform well now and take the opportunity to approach the enemy's artillery position.

Thinking of this, I quickly spread my legs in the green gauze and headed west, jumped onto the highway, and raised the 38th cover that I had just found and shot to the south.

Zhang Xiaodao's idea was very simple, and he never expected that Luo Fugui's shooting had little to do with him.

Even with only four people attacking the Japanese outside guard post, Yang Crazy ran westward to chase the large army.

There are many messengers running back and forth on the battlefield.

The Japanese are well-trained and are not bragging. Visits from all departments are strictly prohibited on the battlefield... Of course, the exception is the messenger.

The artillery positions have been strengthened, and the Japanese were not arranged in the green veils on both sides of the convoy parked on the road.

Therefore, the Japanese guard post standing in the back car was not surprised to see his companions coming out of the green gauze tent. Amid the whistling bullets, a guard poster asked the order according to the regulations, but received no response.

Seeing this person shooting quickly towards the rear of the car, he immediately used the car to cover the car and went north after firing the empty bullet bay.

The guard post thought that Zhang Xiaodao was going to the north to report to the command center, so he quickly shouted and strengthened the counterattack firepower to provide cover for the messenger...

For a moment, the crooked handle and the rifle were fired, and two grenade barrels opened fire.

Zhang Xiaodao's forehead was covered with sweat, and he quickly approached the artillery position.

Soon, I saw the Japanese guard post who was killed and injured by the grenade he had just thrown, being helped, dragged, and carried out of the sorghum.

The figures were not visible clearly for more than ten meters away from the middle of the green tent. The Japanese guards were all focused on the green tent next to the highway, and no one noticed that there was a stranger on the highway.

In a team of more than a thousand people, except for the commander, ordinary soldiers could not recognize everyone.

The Japanese artillery position was not far away in front, but there was a guard post, so Zhang Xiaodao did not dare to keep approaching.

At this distance, even if you throw a grenade, it probably won’t work much.

A Japanese sergeant in charge of battlefield rescue saw a guy in a lieutenant uniform holding a rifle leaning against the cargo compartment, and his waist was bulging as if he had something on his back.

The kind-hearted Zhang Xiaodao reminded him that it is best to squat to reduce the possibility of being hit by the eighth-way player who was shot in the green gauze tent.

Zhang Xiaodao's hand, holding the rifle tightly, jumped straight on the blue veins. Seeing that the Japanese respected him very much, he thought of Liu Yuanqing saying that his current military uniform was equivalent to a company commander.

He waved his hand continuously to let the sergeant get out.

The sergeant didn't care about Zhang Xiaodao, and shouted his men to lift the wounded soldiers up the cargo compartment.

...

This is an extremely cowardly action.

Fighting in Juanzi Village for a night, he was ambushed by the Eighth Route Army and suffered losses of soldiers and generals.

Xiong Erlang, who hasn't had a good sleep yet, is not tired at all.

He felt that he had mastered the important secret of Tuba: the essence of guerrilla!

Seeing a small team of warriors sneaking into the green gauze tent and disappearing, I couldn't help but respond with eager hope.

Then ask your subordinates to report the progress to the division commander.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that when the division commander heard his subordinates say he was fighting guerrilla warfare with the Eighth Route Army, he immediately became furious and cursed Baga Xiong Erhuang as his ancestors.

The Imperial Army was in a state of upright battle against the Eighth Route Army, and could it be used to use despicable tactics that only bandits could use?

Captain Xiong Erqiu didn't know that the division commander looked down on guerrilla tactics at all.

The wonderful imagination of the warriors who were still immersed in the green gauze tent to kill all directions.

It is not easy to march in a green gauze tent.

The second lieutenant led more than fifty Japanese to chase the groin pole that was squeezed out from the Eighth Route Retreat.

Although the green gauze tent is dense, it is absolutely impossible to scatter and pursue. It can only be a long snake formation.

He traveled west in a daze for almost two miles, but he didn't even see a shadow of the Eighth Route Army.

On the contrary, the poisonous gas bullet that was fired out was still there.

Fortunately, mustard seed poison gas is said to be poisonous gas, but in fact it is liquid at room temperature.

Part of it was exploded to form small droplets that spread in the air.

Although most of it was taken away by the wind, the air was still filled with a smell of garlic.

The Japanese put down the butt curtains behind the military caps to avoid scratching their skin by saw-like sorghum.

After walking for a long time, there are always some areas on your body that are not well protected.

Most of the Japanese began to feel a little uncomfortable in their throats.

Fortunately, the depth of the poison gas droplets is very low and does not cause much damage.

Some Japanese soldiers fought last night and had no time to repair their military uniforms. They were scratched by leaves stained with mustard gas. Then they felt that the wound seemed to be itchy.

Finally, some Japanese discovered that the wound where the companion in front of them had turned back from time to time seemed to have turned blue-purple, and there were tiny pus bubbles slowly growing around the wound.

The Japanese following behind couldn't help but ask if they felt discomfort despite the marching.

The Japanese man with pus bubbles on his back turned around and endured the itch on his back and looked at his companion fiercely: "Shut up!"

Watch the pus bubbles on the back of the person in front from the size of a sesame seed to soybeans and then to broad beans.

The Japanese behind felt something was wrong and quickly reported the situation to the sergeant behind.

The sergeant exchanged marching positions and stepped forward. Looking at the pus bubbles on his back, he immediately understood that this might be a bad dish. He stopped in the green gauze tent and prepared to wait for the second lieutenant to come up to report the situation.

The Japanese walking in the front suddenly felt as if they had kicked another horizontal groin pole.

He didn't care.

The retreating eighth leader ran away in the green gauze tent, causing broken sorghum poles along the way.

A Japanese man following closely behind suddenly found that it seemed that blue smoke was coming from the ground.

Hurry down and spread the sorghum leaves on the ground.

Immediately, the Dead Souls Came: "Grenade..."

Then pounce on the side!

Although the grenade of the Eighth Route Army is not very powerful, it will still sound even if it is blown in half!

boom...

A smoke rose from the sky somewhere in the green gauze tent...

Then there was a strange scream like a pig killing sound.

Unethical landmines made of grenades!

The Eighth Route Army has been losing streaks.

The Ninth Camp also considered that it did not directly bury landmines. If the tripping mines were buried and the Japanese did not come, it was very likely that the people who had harvested sorghum after a period of time would be killed and injured.

However, grenades are different. After a few days and nights, the dew formed at night will cause the fuse with strong water absorption to become ineffective due to moisture.

It would be very difficult to bury the mines and not blow up the Japanese and come back to remove the mines.
Chapter completed!