A small force that arrived did not attract more attention.

The battle against the village entered a stalemate.

The Japanese puppet army had the advantage in their troops.

Now the entire Western Front is fully pressed into the village.

He had the experience of encircling and suppressing various guerrilla teams many times, and both the Japanese and puppet troops breathed a sigh of relief.

Because, the battle has come to an end without any suspense.

Due to the large number of puppet soldiers, since the village has entered the west, the people in the south and north are only alert.

If all teams of more than a thousand people participated in the attack, the small village would not be able to squeeze out so many people.

The injured pseudo-subscription commander did not get off the fire line after minor injuries. He did not dizzy at this time, and the wounds on his arms did not seem to hurt.

He began to shout the commanders to let his subordinates press into the village.

The puppet army units that received the order had different thoughts at this time.

There is no problem watching the fun next to you, and there is no problem to go to the battlefield with real swords and guns.

There are always some pseudo-in-arms who are sensible: "Battery Commander, the machine guns that have been fired in the village have not moved. I think the Eighth Route Army in the village is holding its ultimate move!"

The pseudo battalion commander in the south poked his big-brimmed hat with a pistol, and his head was covered with sweat and slid down: "Hehe, the old rules, machine gun cover! Crawl forward!"

The machine gun team received the order not far away.

"Report to the battalion commander, the machine gun entered the sand and couldn't fire when the previous attack..." The machine gunner who came up with the position was sweating profusely, lay on the ground and looked at the messenger, his eyes never rolled.

"That's right, it's stuck..." The new deputy shooter added.

The messenger was the confidant of the pseudo-battalion commander and immediately waved his hand and scolded: "Why are you still standing there? Repair quickly..."

"Yes!" The machine gunner looked resolute.

"I'm afraid I can't install it if I dismantle it..." The deputy saber next to me murmured in a low voice.

"I'm afraid that it can be installed if it is removed..." The machine gunner smiled.

"Hehe..." The two puppet troops of the machine gun team were in full excitement.

"Baga, you two are simply scum among the Imperial Army!" A majestic voice appeared behind the two puppet troops, speaking in broken Chinese.

"Taijun?" The machine gunner was shocked and quickly turned his head. Suddenly, he saw the autonomous military uniform worn by the other party, and was about to start scolding.

Suddenly, I found that under the collar of the other party’s autonomous army, the yellow Taijun military uniform was a bit dazzling.

The substitute machine gunner of the puppet army had never experienced this.

He was stunned for a moment and the light machine gun in his hand also fell into the hands of "Taijun" who was wearing the uniform of the autonomous army.

Taijun's movements were quick and the assistant next to him spread out the oil cloth on the ground. The movement of dismantling the machine gun made the two puppet soldiers dazzled.

The gun cloth constantly wipes off the sand and dust from the parts.

Clean parts are neatly placed on the tarpaulin.

Following the rapid assembly, "Taijun" still has the energy to look at the machine gunner: "Did you deliberately pour sand into the machine gun?"

"No, I swear to God, I absolutely don't! If there is a lie, the whole family will die!" The machine gunner's face turned pale and he quickly expressed his opinion.

The deputy archer was trembling and didn't say anything. The guy next to him was scolding him because he poured sand into the machine gun entrance.

These two people are not stupid either. They just need to change the spare barrel and start again. They throw a handful of sand into the bullet hole.

The nine puppet troops who came back were holding guns without bullets and did not dare to pull the bolts.

Because you can't see the bullet in the bullet compartment when you pull the bolt opens.

When the platoon leader next to him shouted to check the weapons, he each tried to cover up his body...

There is no way. The eight men lie behind him in the sunlight and eat meat and not vegetarian food.

The dead fellow Taoist is not dead. I am sorry for those brothers who are living with you day and night!

Anyway, isn’t it just to live a life if you surrender to the Eighth Master later, the Eighth Master will not kill him. We have saved our brothers’ lives!

As for the position in the south being dropped by the Eighth Route Army, what impact will it have on the direction of the entire battlefield... Is it important to have your own life?

...

The puppet army in the north of the village was originally more than 100 meters away from the village. When the regiment commander, who was seriously injured in his arms, sent someone to send an order. The puppet third battalion commander immediately ordered the team to move into the village.

Some of the troops were removed by the regiment commander to the west. In fact, there was only one company on hand. The team of nearly 100 people quickly dispersed into nine squads according to the training requirements of the Imperial Army instructors and unfolded with the formation.

Three rows are left as a reserve team.

The first and second rows are divided into two stairs; the entire company has two light machine guns concentrated in the second row and placed on both wings to prepare for cover and suppression shooting.

The two previous machine gun team shooters were accidentally killed by stray bullets, which made the replacement deputy shooter a little nervous.

The puppet soldiers always felt that this time was a little strange. During the last attack, the Eighth Route Machine Guns in the village did not play much role, and two machine gunners died.

According to common sense, if there is a sharpshooter in the Eighth Route Army, he should also fight for the battalion commander first!

The battalion commander was fearless and was shouting loudly, and dispatching troops: "The main force attacked with one platoon, three squads dispersed again, one squad attacked head-on, and the two squads two and three squads surrounded the left and right wings."

The originally invincible offensive formation!

He was directly dismembered by the four words "crawling attack" finally issued by the pseudo-third battalion commander...

...

Madman Yang, who turned through the tunnel to the north, frowned.

Lying behind the wall of the courtyard, the rifle star shook on the pseudo battalion commander's forehead for almost half an hour!

He had wanted to kill this guy for a long time, but he was worried that if the puppet battalion commander died, this group of puppet troops would fall apart.

Therefore, only two puppet army machine gunners were injured.

The reason for not being shot dead is very simple. He felt that these puppet troops might have been international troops before, but they were of the same kind, so they did not take any action.

Moreover, injuring the enemy on the battlefield is more effective than killing the enemy!

The battle was very boring. The combat effectiveness of the puppet army was too good, and Battalion Commander Hu's plan was probably ruined.

At the same time, I was very puzzled. I used to hear newspapers saying how powerful the puppet army was. When I saw it today, I had a more intuitive view.

If the puppet army followed the Japanese to pursue the defeated troops of the Eighth Route Army, their combat effectiveness was no worse than that of the Japanese!

Just like the pair of Poodles raised by those noble ladies in Nanjing before, they barked even harder than tigers when their owners were there.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The owner is not here or encounters a little setback, and he dares not say anything with his tail between his legs.

To get the timid puppet army without a master to approach the enemy, it is necessary to show that the enemy is weak.

Yang Crazy was not interested in continuing to lie with the puppet army and gave up the shooting position to Guo Erdan, a militiaman who had been following him.

The Japanese puppet army was pressing forward from the west, attacking from the house, retreating into the tunnel and pulling out a very disliked muffle gun and touching it into the village.

Guo Erdan was so excited that after following Instructor Yang for so long, he finally had the opportunity to kill the enemy on the front line.

In the envious eyes of his comrades, he touched the rifle that was still carrying Yang Crazy Man's sweat, and slowly poked his head out of the wall.

According to the shooting key points, aimed at the enemy at a distance of about a hundred meters!

Just as he was about to ask the captain behind him when he could shoot, a trajectory suddenly came in the air.

He was so scared that he quickly shrank his head.

The ballistics were pulled back and forth on the courtyard wall, and the ballistics kept entering the wall.

I feel something is wrong in my heart!

Why did Master Yang lie here and the puppet army dare not even let one of them farts? As soon as he left, the puppet army machine gun suddenly started calling?

Did the puppet army know that the cold-faced killing god has left?

After the machine gun bullet passed, he carefully poked his head out again.

The north of the village is more than 200 meters wide.

Looking from afar.

A squad of puppet troops was the main attacker, but before he set out, he lay down all of them.

After being a militia for so long, the arrogant puppet troops who used to be able to fight like this.

The puppet army had never seen the Eighth Route Army in this way, and listened carefully to the sound of gunfire in the village toward the north... almost no.

Could it be that... the Eighth Route Army had been beaten to the point of being unable to resist by the Imperial Army who rushed into the village.

Even though he thought so, no one was willing to stand up. Even some puppet troops who usually boasted that they were more courageous than the sky were not reckless.

Just crawling on the ground, constantly exchanging legs and kicking the ground to make the body move forward, squeezing...
Chapter completed!