The suspension bridge fell down creakingly, and the convoy entered the stronghold from the bridge in a row. The wheels rolled on the bridge, and the dust on the top of the bridge was shaken and fell down.

"The grain in Xiaotun is discharged there, and the Huangcun is placed next to it." An Imperial Army pointed to the wall and said, "It's all neat, don't let your brothers do it twice!"

There were only a few livestock carts left, which made many people deliver food, and there were some chaos in the open space in front of the artillery tower. More than a dozen imperial army escorted the cart and walked towards the artillery tower, yelling as they were thirsty.

The two rows of houses behind the artillery tower are where the Japanese consultants and the Imperial Army live, and all the food, drink, and evacuation are carried out inside.

There is a small open space in front of the artillery tower, which is a small playground for practice. A deep and wide trench was dug on the outside, forming a closed and solid fortress that can be self-sufficient for a period of time.

Suddenly, a slightly sharp whistle sounded from the roof of the artillery tower, and the Imperial Army, who were calling out the people who were delivering food, looked up in confusion.

A slight muffled sound was heard, and the Imperial Army's back hurt. A big hand covered his mouth at the same time, and a dagger pierced into his heart.

The Imperial Army twisted his face as if he was hit by an electric shock. He wanted to call others but didn't make any noise. Then, his consciousness began to blur and his body began to fall to the side.

Lao Zhou heard the signal and knew that Zhao Tie and others had controlled the artillery tower. He put his finger into his mouth. After a whistle, the escorted Imperial Army and the common people who were delivering food immediately changed their appearance. They pulled out weapons from the disguised grain bag, body, and under the car, and rushed to the house behind the stronghold.

The gunshots finally rang out, and with the explosion of grenades, the Imperial Army in the stronghold fought fiercely with the guerrillas that were infiltrated.

Dada dada... Two machine guns stretched out from the shooting hole of the artillery tower, roaring and splashing the rain-like bullets at the enemy rushing out of the dining room.

The enemy who rushed out of the dining room was like artemisia swaying violently in the storm, shaking and shaking, and was hit into a sieve by bullets.

Blood rain splattered, screaming for a few short few seconds, and all the corpses fell down between two rows of houses and artillery towers.

The guerrillas below also set up the two machine guns they carried and shot bullets at the doors and windows of the enemy's dormitory and dining hall.

"Team 1 and 2 are covering the cover, team 3 are going to the room, close to the wall, throwing grenades into the room."

Old Zhou yelled loudly and abandoned the order.

Under the sudden attack, the enemy was crushed into the house under the violent rain of bullets and could not escape, so they could only passively block the access to the house, which gave the guerrillas the opportunity to destroy them.

Several team members got on the roof and crawled towards the enemy's room where they were fighting stubbornly. After approaching, they threw out grenades.

Due to lack of experience and not mastering time, several grenades rolled down the ridge and exploded on the ground, causing a stream of smoke and dust to shake the door away.

"Hey!" Old Zhou patted his forehead heavily, a little annoyed.

Boom, Boom, Boom... After several attempts, a grenade finally exploded the roof.

It was simple now. The enemies in the house were like rats locked in cages, enduring ruthless explosions again and again, screaming in despair, screaming constantly, and finally calmed down completely.

With the experience of success, the team members became more and more skilled. Some climbed over the crumbling shelves and attacked another room: some walked against the wall, throwing grenades into the windows and doors.

As planned, a lot of houses were captured in a row.

The Japanese consultants howled loudly and screamed in despair. They knew that it would be useless to hold on like this and would be torn to pieces by grenades falling from the sky. Therefore, they issued an order to assault the death.

The enemy who fought stubbornly in the last two rooms suddenly threw a row of grenades from the doors and windows, and the explosion of smoke and dust filled the dust, forming a temporary smoke screen.

Then, there was a wild scream like a wolf howl. The Japanese consultant waved his finger and looked at the knife, forcing a group of imperial troops to rush out and appeared in the smoke and dust like monsters.

"Let's fire!" "Let's fire, fight hard!" Lao Zhou and Zhao Tie and other cadres shouted and issued an order.

Dozens of long and short guns fired violently, and several machine guns also opened fire violently.

Under the violent attack, the enemy's final madness was just a flash in the pan, and they were knocked down to the ground one by one like leaves floating in the wind and rain.

The earth trembled with gunfire and explosions, and the team members were happily baptized by blood and fire, witnessing the fall of the enemy.

It is not the first time for the guerrillas to play disguised attacks in the enemy-occupied areas, but it is the first time for the guerrillas to lose the entire enemy's stronghold in such a war.

Because the guerrillas sneaked in and the enemy was negligent in preventing them and was successfully attacked by the guerrillas.

In addition, the information is accurate and the time is right. Just as the enemy was having breakfast, there were only a few people in the artillery tower, and a large number of enemies were concentrated in the canteen, like evil dogs in cages, with no room to display, and were suppressed tightly.

In addition, some small details are also very important, such as wrapping thick cloth on the muzzle to reduce gunfire, etc., which gained time for the action and also reduced casualties.

Most of the enemy was destroyed, and the remnants did not need to be eliminated, because under the guard of some troops, they no longer pose a threat.

Bags of fake grain were stuffed into the artillery tower, empty cars quickly loaded the materials piled up by the wall of the courtyard, and the rest were splashed with tinder oil.

Behind the evacuated team, the fire at the enemy's stronghold was raging and thick smoke was rolling.

The casualties of less than ten people are obviously a great victory compared to the ability to destroy enemy strongholds, burn enemy supplies, and eliminate several times the enemy's results.

But it is not easy for guerrillas operating in enemy-occupied areas.

There were two teams serving as the blocking support on both sides of the Xiaozhangzhuang stronghold. Although there were landmines, it was not easy. From a distance, explosions and gunshots were heard.

If the number of guerrillas is greater, if the mass base in the enemy-occupied area is stronger...

The retreating team rushed to the road, first stopped at a deserted grave, unloaded the materials and buried them, and then drove the empty car to the people waiting nearby, and rushed back to the village under the guidance of the underground village cadres.

The dozen or so Imperial Army soldiers responsible for escorting had already been buried in the graves.

Without ruthlessness, there will be no deterrence. Especially in a complex environment like the enemy-occupied area, a little soft-heartedness may cause serious consequences.

The Imperial Army who escorted grain were killed and no living entries were left. This was to protect the people who delivered grain and the underground village cadres who secretly cooperated.

He took off the artillery tower in Xiao Zhangzhuang and snatched all the materials he had collected from the enemy. He Village's maintenance would be taken off. In addition to a few bloody corpses, He Laohuai's blood-stained head was hung on a big tree outside the stronghold at night.

The guerrillas' surprise three axes shocked the enemy and puppet personnel in this area.

The Imperial Army in the stronghold strengthened its security and did not dare to go out to do evil at night. The personnel of the Maintenance Association were worried that they would follow He Lao Huai's footsteps, and some enemy and puppet personnel's oppression on the people became eased.

There was accurate information from underground village cadres. The guerrillas sting during the day and at night, they raided the maintenance meeting of Hecun, intercepted all the money and grains handed over to the village cadres and secretly returned to the masses.

This is to win people's hearts and also to combat the enemy's material plunder.

The guerrillas focused their main energy on fighting traitors. This was not a bully of the weak and fear of the strong, but a combat plan formulated after careful analysis and research.

Although the Japanese were fierce, they were not familiar with the place. The most threat to the guerrillas was these native traitors.

Because these people are familiar with the local situation, they are like evil dogs with a keen sense of smell. Without their assistance, the Japanese will have no eyes and ears, no guide, and no place to use their strength.

The guerrillas lie down during the day and come out at night, and forcefully force them to defeat several villages with force. They killed them with dedication and left behind those who were willing to do things for the guerrillas. With both soft and hard work, many maintenance groups were forced to be ruthless in the guerrillas and became fence-ridden factions.

In those days, if you don’t have any brains, you will suffer a loss.

There were Japanese on one side and guerrillas on the other side. No one was easy to mess with, and everyone killed people. The enemy and puppet personnel in each village were like mice that were hibernated into the bellows, and they were angry.

Under such a situation, the attitudes of some enemy and puppet personnel began to change. When it comes to the affairs of the Japanese or Imperial Army, if you can resist, you can resist, and if you can, you can depend on it. Anyway, it is not as hard as before.

These guys also turned a blind eye to the activities of the guerrillas and the secret movements of some people in the village to fight against Japan. These guys also turned a blind eye to the activities of the guerrillas and pretended not to see them. Anyway, everyone was respectful and no one was offended to death.

Their heads were kicked away and the work was done. The underground cadres of each village got some weapons and ammunition from the guerrillas and began to organize secret forces in the villages, and became bold and active in their work.

Moreover, a tactic centered on Shen Chen has basically been formed. Regardless of day or night, a group of people will approach the stronghold or road when they have the chance to attack, and attack all targets that can be attacked.

For the enemy, the nerves were very nervous. During the day, a crazy sniper shot them from time to time. Patrols, sentry guards, food transport teams, and search teams all suffered casualties without exception.

A cold shot from five or six hundred meters away is hard to defend against. Some enemies who are attacked cannot even determine the exact position of the sniper.

After one shot, there were gunfires around him. When the enemy stopped, he thought the sniper had escaped. When the whole team went out, he shot with one shot. After repeated repetition, the killing continued.

An enemy of a patrol was suppressed by this crazy and cunning sniper for more than an hour, and his spirit was almost broken.

Fighting back on the spot is similar to waiting for death; pursuit, trenches, woods, grasses, and rocks may all be the enemy's hiding place.

When you chased after more than a few miles and did not die under the sniper's gun, the sniper also left his original position and kept a distance from you that could be killed, but you could not do anything to him.

Moreover, when chasing, the enemy is often injured by vicious traps, such as pedal thunder, clip thunder, tripwire thunder... There are many types, and it is hard to defend against.

The bodies were transported back to the stronghold, and the wounded were wailing and yelling, which caused the enemy's fear and panic.

Fighting with such an opponent, the enemy has no way of dealing with it. And this guy seems tireless and ruthlessly cruising at night, showing his killing skills.

"Bang!" The gunshot broke the silence of the night. The sentry on Gao Gang screamed and fell down.

After a pause, the fortress's internal strife guns started to fire, and it took a long time to stop. But the enemy was still surrounded by murderous intent.

During the Soviet-Finn War, for the white god of death, Simon Haye, the Soviets tried various plans to get rid of him, including the cover bombardment of artillery.

But the best record they achieved was to use howitzers to damage the coat he was wearing without hurting himself.

It was not until the end that Simon Haye was also hit by a Soviet sniper with a Dam bullet in the battle that his legendary career ended.

Experts cannot remain unbeaten forever. In the world of snipers, snipers are the best weapon to deal with snipers.

Shen Chen's sniper technology has also reached a new peak. He is calm, stable, accurate, cunning and cruel, and he has become the most lethal killing machine.

With his familiarity with the surrounding terrain, he was even more like a fish in water, killing all the targets he could kill.

Without the difference between the Japanese and the puppet army, they are all enemies; regardless of death or injury, as long as one hit is apart from important targets.

Fever fighting, but still maintains the caution he deserves.

Shen Chen carefully maintained a distance from the enemy, 400 meters or 500 meters, and he did not allow the enemy to approach him within 300 meters recently.

I can beat you, but you can't hit me, or even find me. Such a battle will hit the morale and confidence of the enemy the most, and will make people feel the most fearful and panic.

Shen Chen hopes to give the enemy a deep and firm impression: around them is not hills, hills, woods, or grass, but an irrespectable burial place built with guns. At any time, you will hear crisp gunfire sounds and deadly bullets flying.

The sun rose. Everything was moving, awakened, singing, and making noise.

Around Shen Chen, among the wet grass, on the cloudy hills, from the woods to the woods, on the shining red-colored bushes, and on the scenery within the eyes, fresh morning light flows.

On the sentry post of the dirt mountain in the distance, smoke from the cooking stove was curling, and the enemy began to move carefully. The higher the sun rose, the more frequent the enemy moved.

Shen Chen took a deep breath, held his breath, aimed carefully, and gently pulled the plate machine.

Amid the crisp gunshots, an enemy held his pants and fell down like a piece of wood.

Shen Chen quickly pushed the bullet and loaded it, stabilized the gun body, and aimed at another target. The enemy who was squatting and defecating half-carried his pants and rolled and crawled to the ground and escaped into the sentry post of the earth.
Chapter completed!