Wang Peng let out a long breath, and the machine gun and rifle bullets hit the Japanese carriage from time to time, making a sound.

The escape of the puppet army did not seem to affect the morale of the Japanese.

They cannot run, they must protect these cars on the road, and some Japanese were shot and fell down.

He fell into the mud, screaming in his throat.

No one cares about them holding their legs, and the health soldiers ran back and forth, pressing the wound with hemostasis clots, and large tracts of liquid leaked out from the hemostasis clots.

The light machine gun team that troubleshooted and resumed the shooting began to fight back frantically.

Machine gunners always fall before a bug is finished.

In the dark, some people specialize in dealing with machine gunners, and the crooked machine gun has become a decoration.

Instead, the machine gun in the dark fired a shuttle and changed positions immediately, and the ballistics were pulled in the convoy without interruption.

When the car stops, the best masking position is in the ditch on the side of the road, and behind the two sets of tires of the car.

He actually killed many despicable anti-Japanese elements who ambushed them in the dark.

The 38 rifle continued to fire, and it was impossible to withstand the opponent's number of guns and bullets.

All the Japanese lieutenants who succeeded to command found that they were trying to figure out the situation on the battlefield.

There is no such thing as I have heard before, but I have never heard of the number of warriors. I have watched the number of warriors continue to decrease, and observers report their troops from time to time.

With a squadron and more than 200 drivers, less than 100 people can still fight so far.

The opponent's fire never seemed to weaken, and there were signs of continuing to crawl towards the convoy in the darkness. Seeing the fewer and fewer subordinates, the second lieutenant issued an order again: "Immediately push the car in front into the ditch, concentrate grenades to block the wounded soldiers, organize suicide squads to charge northward, and the convoy immediately continues to retreat northward and meet with the armored convoy!"

After all, cars are iron guys. Even if bullets hit the engine, they may not cause damage to the engine.

The injured puppet army was lying on the ground, full of fear, and could still move and grit their teeth and slowly climb into the ditch on the side of the road, hoping to avoid the attackers and clean the battlefield.

After briefly bandaging the Japanese who could move on the ground, they continued to raise their guns, constantly looking for positions with muzzles flashing, and fought back from time to time.

Unfortunately, a mistake was made during the busy schedule, and the lieutenant had no idea that the road had been dug...

...

There are not many shells in the Ninth Battalion.

In the first round of attacks, only five shells were fired, and four shells fell near the car.

There was no ideal scene where the car exploded with shells and exploded.

The observer reported the results of the shelling. Only one car was pushed off the highway by the puppet army, which indicated that Li Xianglian fired five shells from the opposite east, leaving only one car slumped.

In other words, mortar shells cause limited damage to cars!

The shells stopped, and the shells were really too precious to the Ninth Battalion.

Hu Yi was very satisfied with the progress of the battlefield, and his original worries disappeared.

I am no longer decadent and depressed.

But there is a little bit of a sense that he always feels a little nervous. What is the purpose of fighting this battle?

Originally, I just wanted to impersonate a puppet army and go to the county town to grab the radio station, but now I not only take down the county town, but also get Wang Peng to successfully complete the first step of arbitration and aid.

Although there were radio soldiers in the team, they did not have a password book and could not contact their superiors.

What should I do next?

Three searchlights hanging on the telephone pole on the roadside were destroyed by the Japanese, leaving one.

In the field of view of the telescope.

The bright and divergent column of light still illuminates the distance of the highway.

The first car was still burning, and the white flames kept shaking, causing a small black night to red.

The ghost caravan ran away, leaving behind a wounded Japanese puppet army.

Wang Pengerulin, who was tracing the back of the Japanese convoy in the north, did not launch an attack on time, which gave the Japanese convoy a chance to turn around and escape.

Fortunately, the Japanese convoy did not run much. After the dense gunshots, the escaped Japanese convoy stopped again.

When it comes to escaping, the puppet soldiers who were scattering their feet ran faster than anyone else.

Unfortunately, the combat plan of the Ninth Camp seemed simple, and Hu Yi's arrangement might have loopholes. However, there are many old foxes who often act as deserters on the battlefield in the Ninth Camp.

A simple sand table simulation will be held to block most of the loopholes.

The puppet soldiers waiting for the escape were still bullets.

Wang Peng was shot in the north, and Wang Peng must have dug the road as planned.

Once the remaining infantry of the Japanese were unstoppable, Wang Peng could not stop him.

The Japanese have the ability to stand out, but digging the road will definitely leave the Japanese cars behind...

With the Japanese temper, they usually don't blow up cars...

...

The wounded Japanese puppet army left on the ambush position did not have time to get on the car. When he saw the convoy running north stopped, he felt hope again.

Climb north on the ground.

There was still almost no color around it, and bullets flew over from time to time.

The number of Japanese and puppet troops crawling is gradually decreasing.

The sky has no color, the night has no color, and the earth has no color, and the eyes seem to penetrate the night.

There is no time to think about who is right and who is wrong, and God doesn't pay attention to the disappearance of the tiny life, and time passes as usual.

Hu Yi was still half-squatting in the darkness on the south bank of the small river. All signs indicate that the Japanese were indeed too likely to put bacteria into the river.

Bacteria are more powerful than poisons, because poisons will be diluted when poured into the river and can hardly play any role.

But Yang Qianzi said that bacteria are not very different and can continue to spread throughout the entire basin.

Moreover, bacteria will grow, as long as they have a suitable host, they can exist for a long time, which is very troublesome.

We have to figure out where the Japanese are deploying bacteria in the river.

The markings on the rivers of the map are not comprehensive.

Most of the rivers originating from the Taihang Mountains flow eastward, most of them flow into the Wei River, and eventually flow into Tianjin and into the sea.

The telegram I secretly hoped was sent was just a false alarm.

After thinking about it, I took out a small notebook and continued to write my own analysis under the searchlight. Then I handed over the documents to the column to supplement the two militias of the Ninth Battalion, and told them to send the information to the leader of the third column.

Not far from Hu Yi, Luo Fugui, who was hiding in the ditch, finally poked his head out.

Seeing the Japanese convoy running away, the battalion commander seemed to have no intention of letting everyone take advantage of the victory to pursue it.

"Company Commander, do we want to chase after you?" The five-row row with eyes wide open eyes stared at Luo Fugui with half an ear.

"Shut up..." Luo Fugui immediately turned black.

"But, Wang Peng and the others seemed to have come up too late, and many puppet troops ran to both sides from the gap."

"Run? Do you think the militia reserve team on the periphery is a vegetarian?"

"It seems...it's true. Since we don't chase the Japanese convoy on the road or the puppet army, when will we retreat?"

"What are you doing with retreat? The autonomous army in the south is coming, we have to perform a show for the Japanese..."

"Acting? Are you saying that the people who came from the Autonomous Army are... Yiqiu's 'He'?"

"You learned all the messy idioms? After we clean the battlefield, the autonomous army will come to regain the county town and collect the corpses of these Japanese devils. Only then will the people who stayed in Cheng'an County have a chance to escape the Japanese's evil hands and rob Guo Qing's territory at the same time." At a meeting earlier, Luo Fugui gave Boss Hu's idea to solve Hu Yi's worries.

"How many puppet army prisoners can I add?"

"You can control it?" Luo Fugui turned his head and looked at half of his ear.

"If this platoon leader is in charge...Oh..." He was hit on half of his ear.

"What don't you learn to brag?"

"I am definitely no worse than those anti-university members!" Half of my ears lie in the ditch and muttered.

Heavy machine gun position next to it.

Mancang had already stopped shooting and looked around with his heavy machine gun team.
Chapter completed!