About three:30.

Scattered battles begin.

A group of bandits followed the deserted ditch in the fields and staggered south in panic.

A sudden shot was fired in the position that looked like a chaotic grave.

Bang...

The gunfire knocked all the bandits who were advancing to the ground, waved their arms and kicked their legs for a long time, and then everyone realized that nothing was wrong!

He was completely scared. He said that there was no bullet that could hit him without eyes.

Maybe the Eighth Routeman on the opposite side deliberately shot and scared people.

The bandits who came back to their senses immediately shot against the chaotic positions across the wasteland.

The bandits who acted as vanguards did not lack bullets this time. After firing a magazine, they immediately took out bullets from their bodies and pressed them into the gun.

Not long after.

On the battlefield more than 100 meters away, the bandits were fighting against the Eighth Route Army in the south.

Afterwards, the bandits boarded a Czech light machine gun, spit out their flames and vented their anger at the graves south. They shot a magazine in one breath, causing small balls of dust to spread.

The soldiers of Wang Peng Camp did not show up after their respective covers. The commander next to him kept shouting: "Save ammunition, no turn to fight back... According to the arrangement before the war, only one person is allowed to fire, count five numbers... and take turns to fight..."

The bullets fired by the bandits were thrust into the mound in front of them, and a sensation of mud rain flew on the edge of the mound.

"Those bandits are serious. Should we hit them with machine guns?" The soldier holding the machine gun was extremely excited.

"Shut up!"

The platoon-level commanders who had held the meeting before the war knew that the battalion commander had reached some kind of agreement with the bandits, but ordinary soldiers did not know that. They were nervous when they heard the sound of guns, and sweat had already emerged from their palms holding the gun.

Most of Wang Pengying camps were soldiers who had reinforced the division with the Independent Regiment last time, and their combat experience was not bad.

Last night, I was fighting defense in the village, and there were not many casualties at all, so most people were a little nervous but not panic. Most people were excitedly waiting for their turn to shoot.

Listening to the gunshots, the bandits who fired at least 150 meters away. It would be useless to fight at such a long distance...

The Eighth Route Army on the left and right wings was suppressed by the bandits' vanguard for nearly half an hour, and the main force of the Public Security Army finally came behind the bandits.

The Japanese behind the security army arrived immediately along the Tu Road west of Zhaozhuang Village. The lieutenant of the Japanese saw that the road extending south was intact, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. The guerrillas usually cut off the road first when fighting positions, and the current situation...

He couldn't understand it. Are those guerrillas newbies? But yesterday they were ambushing bandits and security forces continuously, which... is absolutely impossible!

Holding up the telescope and looking at the lined grave-shaped position beside the canal, the lieutenant shook his head and smiled. The thing was just a scumbag...

Until he saw the small ridges that seemed to be dug out randomly in the wilderness, the lieutenant's heart slowly tightened, and the artillery target!

Does the guerrillas have artillery?

The Japanese soldiers jumped out of the car and made preparations before the war in a big way.

The bandits, security troops and Japanese outside Zhaozhuang Village stopped in a mess. Under the order of the lieutenant, the team immediately opened horizontally.

A bandit soldier was ordered to search the village. Shortly after entering the village, he heard a loud bang...

Then a mess of gunfire sounds of various counterattacks came from the village...

The people outside the village couldn't help but immediately lay on the ground, stretching their necks to look at the village, and hundreds of muzzles pointed at all the possible positions of the enemy in the village.

I thought to myself: Is there still guerrillas in the village...

After a while, the gunshots in the village stopped, and a bandit soldier came out of the walls of the village and shouted: "The guerrillas buried landmines in the village... There was no one in the village..."

The news from both wings kept reporting to the lieutenant sitting on the motorcycle on the side of the road. The second lieutenant of the Japanese acted as the lieutenant's assistant and kept marking the map.

The lieutenant was too lazy to get off while sitting in the car, so he put down his telescope and pointed at the map of the assistant next to him.

Two mortars have been set up with the cover of the village.

The grenade launcher in front of the motorcycle is ready.

The heavy machine gun of the squadron was directly located on the road next to the grenade launcher. A team of Japanese guns ran to the east side of the village. Two crooked handles were ready and could provide cross-fire support for the teams launching attacks from the village at any time.

The armored vehicle was behind him and could drive over and crush him at any time.

The lieutenant frowned and always felt that this was a bit strange. Don't be attacked by guerrilla artillery fire and capsized in the gutter.

What he couldn't understand was that these guerrillas actually dared to fight positions with the Imperial Army!

Moreover, look at those positions... from east to west... the front line has been stretched for seven or eight miles... Didn't it mean that the guerrillas only have five or six hundred?

With such a long position, how many people will it take to fill it?

If there are all people behind small landblocks five or six meters away, then there must be thousands of people?

Could it be that the information is wrong? This is absolutely impossible! Because the one responsible for reconnaissance is the Imperial Army soldiers...

The attack on both wings was blocked, as the lieutenant expected.

Then there is only one possibility. There is probably no one behind those landlords! Since that is the case, can this still be called positional war?

What are the tricks of the guerrillas playing? The legendary plants and trees are all soldiers? The bluff...

Unexplained, he decided to let those bandits who were afraid of death as cannon fodders to attack the guerrilla positions in a tentative way!

Before the bandits attacked head-on, they first launched a wave of artillery fire on the Eighth Route Position to increase the confidence of the bandit queen and the Imperial Army.

If you can find the guerrilla mortar position in this process, it is best to find out the guerrilla mortar position!

He believed that with the precise shooting ability of the mortars and grenade launchers used by his elites, as long as the guerrilla mortars dare to fire, the elites can directly kill the guerrilla artillery in a short period of time.

The next step is of course to let the security army charge with the bandits. The imperial army soldiers are very powerful. Until the end, he did not intend to let the elites charge.

No matter what conspiracy or intrigue, you are a scumbag in the face of absolute strength...

...

About five miles west of Zhaozhuang Village is a forest with almost no weeds. To the north of the forest, Ma Liang was riding on an old locust tree branch holding a telescope to observe.

The position of Gao Yidao and the Second Battalion reached the end of the head from Zhaozhuang Village to the west.

According to the Japanese tactics, bandit soldiers should be arranged to attack from the flanks.

Ma Liang was ambushed here, intending to browse the enemy's rear route on the flank attack.

The tactics formulated based on the terrain are very simple, and the Japanese will definitely be able to see clearly. At that time, it will depend on who will fight more and be more ruthless and more determined!

The Eighth Route Army and the National Army have less than 600 people, and the enemy is 2,000. From the surface, the enemy is completely dominant!

In the woods, Tang Dagou was leaning against the trees to rest, and there was no tension before the war.

However, Ma Liang led a row of men, all of them lay on the edge of the tree and looked nervously towards the north.

About three miles west of Gao Yidao's position, a black dot suddenly appeared.

Ma Liang saw it clearly in his telescope. The black spot was lowering his body at this time and was running south on his bicycle desperately.

About two miles behind him, a chasing team appeared. The machine gun on a tricycle at the front flashed out flames and kept firing at the person who was running ahead. The gang of Japanese riding bicycles chased after him.

The distance between the two sides was too far, and the machine gun bullets that kept jumping on the motorcycle could not hit the person riding the bicycle in front.

Until the bicycle rider suddenly turned and rushed to Gao Yidao's position to the west.

Behind the bicycle, a piece of dust from west to east was brought up, and the bicycle rider disappeared from the position.

The chasing Japanese team looked at the positions in the distance and slowly stopped to form a team.

After a while, Ma Liang slid down from the tree and whispered to the big dog biting grass roots on the ground: "The people who are surrounded by Japanese in the west are all Japanese in the front, a motorcycle is the head, and more than fifty Japanese on bicycles..."

After Ma Liang finished speaking, he took out a cigarette, scratched a match and lit it, and then spit out a puff of smoke.
Chapter completed!