Piles of weapons and ammunition were collected, and Platoon Commander Zhu was so excited that he couldn't help but smile. The results were so rich that he didn't even know how to transport them away.

In addition to a few damaged heavy machine guns, the two light machine guns and two grenade launchers of the remaining team were also collected as ordered. When the soldiers harvested the ammunition of the devils in the lake, they also dragged up several sunken horses.

, they could see clearly before that there were two small cannons on it.

Platoon leader Zhu was very fortunate that the Japanese cavalry gathered all the surviving war horses on a water grassland on the west side of the lake beach. Counting them carefully, there were a total of thirty-five horses. These were authentic war horses. Each horse was tall and strong.

It's perfect for carrying guns and ammunition.

When all the guns and shells were placed on the horses, Platoon Leader Zhu found that there were still horses that were not carried, so he asked the soldiers to cut off the legs of the dead horses. This was good meat, and the Japanese were reluctant to eat it.

It meant that the Eighth Route Army was not short of meat. They brought back hundreds of horse legs, enough to feed the entire company for many days.

When the three platoons were fully loaded and left, many soldiers were still regretting the supplies that could not be taken away. However, with limited manpower and the roar of guns and artillery, they could not stay here for long, so they had no choice but to lead the cavalry westward to the agreed place.

meet.

However, Platoon Commander Zhu was a little worried about the main force. He asked the third squad leader to lead a dozen people, carrying two light machine guns and two grenade launchers, to conduct reconnaissance. If he found someone who could help, he would do his best to provide support.

Since the last shooting failure, the ninth squad leader Han Zhuangzhuang has been thinking about improving his strength in order to regain his face. This time, under his leadership, the shooting level of the whole squad has been improving day by day. Coupled with these two ambush battles, the soldiers

They fought vigorously and overcame the fear of entering the battlefield for the first time, and now they have become a qualified Eighth Route Army soldier.

A dozen people, carrying long guns and short cannons, followed the traces of the large group of people and horses all the way south. Soon, a large number of Japanese were discovered in a valley.

While squad leader Han dug the canned beef into his mouth, he asked the soldier beside him: "Er Mao, what do you think this devil is doing? Why do you cut so much firewood and put it there?"

Er Mao looked at it and said: "Squad leader, they carried the body up, are they preparing to burn it?"

"Huh? It's true. It seems that they are going to take the ashes home to save energy, but the number of corpses is a bit low. Should we give them more?"

"That's for sure. Otherwise, why would we bother carrying a machine gun here?"

Several consecutive victories have made the soldiers so confident that they no longer feel that the Japanese are scary. Although their hearts are black, their bodies are also fleshy. They will still bleed and die after being shot. As long as their marksmanship is excellent, they are not afraid of them.

How awesome.

This group of Japanese soldiers seemed to be short of manpower, and the sentry posts were very close. Only a dozen soldiers were busy going back and forth. The others were a little sluggish. Even the sentry on their own side did not have the strength to walk back and forth, but sat down.

Rest on a stone.

Squad leader Han watched for a while and found that one of the Japanese soldiers was coughing non-stop, and the Japanese soldiers next to him didn't have the strength to call people over to see his injuries. This was a bit strange. It seemed that these sentries were all wounded soldiers!

There were a lot of corpses in the valley. The dozen or so Japanese soldiers could only pile two or three layers on top of the firewood pile. There seemed to be forty or fifty bodies, and then they started pouring oil on it. It was estimated that it would be lit on fire soon.

In the grass, two men quietly crawled up to the Japanese sentry. Squad leader Han found that the seriously injured one had put down his gun and was coughing desperately. The other soldier could only pat him on the back, but it was of no help.

This is a good opportunity. Each class only has one improvised steel crossbow. It seems that we need to kill this one with minor injuries first.

Squad leader Han and the others quietly crawled to more than fifty meters, but the two Japanese soldiers still didn't notice. So he waved Er Mao, who was following him, to crawl forward a little further while he kept watch while crawling. If something went wrong, he would shoot at the Japanese soldiers.

Finally, when Er Mao crawled seven or eight meters behind the Japanese, the slightly injured Japanese slowly turned around. He was a veteran. Although he couldn't move fast, he was still very alert.

Er Mao immediately arched his whole body, holding the bayonet in his right hand tightly, and was about to pounce forward when he suddenly discovered that a crossbow arrow was suddenly nailed to the temple of the wounded soldier. The steel arrow penetrated directly from his right eye, leaving only

Half an arrow shaft!

Er Mao took a sharp breath and threw himself forward with all his strength. Before the dead Japanese fell to the ground, the sharp bayonet had already been plunged into the chest of the coughing Japanese. After a moment of blockage in his hand, the bayonet happily sank into the chest, leaving a trace of blood.

The blood tank surges outward slightly.

Er Mao pulled lightly with his left hand, and the two Japs all rolled down behind the stone. He drew the sword with his right hand, and a rainbow of dirty blood shot to the ground without any splash on his body. It seemed that his usual sheep-killing skills had not deteriorated!

The whole class hid behind the big rock. In front of them, except for the sentries on the other three sides, all the active Japanese were lined up and praying to the east behind the corpse pyre. Squad Leader Han suddenly became excited. There were hundreds of them.

We are all gathered together. If we don’t move now, when will we wait?

He said to the two groups of machine gunners: "Have you seen the Japanese who are busy over there? Yang San, your two groups of machine guns are specially designed to deal with the dozen or so strong men. Leave the rest to the riflemen. Those people can't even run away."

If you move, as long as you kill the previous Japs, the enemy won't be able to catch up even if they want to."

Then, he said to the four improvised grenadiers: "We have all practiced grenades. Are we confident about such a distance?"

Grenadier Xiao Wang smiled and said: "Squad leader, it's only eighty or ninety meters away. You're looking down on us too much. If we don't hit, we will be dedicated as transport troops from now on, so we won't embarrass you anymore."

"Okay, when the machine gun fires, everyone will act together. Remember, as long as all the bullets in the gun chamber are fired, we will withdraw and we will not fight with the Japanese!"

Everything was ready, and just as a few Japanese soldiers were lighting the pyre with torches, two machine guns roared at the same time.

"Da da ka, da da da da da" a line of fire was laid out flatly, and almost half of the thirty rounds of bullets were shot into the group of more than a dozen Japanese who were setting fire, but Yang San had a depressed look on his face before he fired his machine gun.

Two rounds of bullets jammed. I was so angry that I threw the machine gun down, picked up my own rifle and started shooting.

The sudden gunshots startled all the Japanese soldiers to jump up, and they fell to the ground reflexively. However, the sneak attack team did not let them go. Original grenades fell high with a breathtaking whistling, in the dense crowd.

Pieces of blood mist exploded in the crowd.

When a dozen sentries in the distance saw an enemy appearing behind them, they hurriedly fired and rushed towards them. Squad leader Han could only use a few rifles to suppress them, then threw down the machine guns and led everyone to retreat while fighting.

But the Japs' next move surprised them. After retreating for more than a mile, they found that the Japs were not chasing after them. Han Zhuangzhuang was also confused. Didn't it mean that the Japs would definitely pursue them desperately after being attacked? Why didn't it work this time?

Already?

Seeing that it was getting late, he refused to leave and led the team around half a circle to the left, preparing to find an opportunity to do it again at night.

Unexpectedly, not long after we walked around to the east, we heard bursts of noise from the wounded Japanese soldiers. When we looked up again, a large group of Japanese soldiers had appeared on the way.

"No, the Japanese reinforcements are coming. Let's move quickly. There are too many people and we can't defeat them. Let's retreat in the direction of the company commander and his friends, and try to tell the company commander the news!"

Team 9 was so angry when they saw that they had lost all the fat in their mouths. However, there were too many Japs, so they had to take advantage of the time when they met to evacuate the place. Han Zhuangzhuang and the others were relatively lucky. If they had retreated along the same route just now, they would have just arrived.

Get under the guns of the Japanese reinforcements.

When they climbed up the mountain ridge, they found that the Japanese did not pursue them. Instead, they began to burn the corpses and sort them out. It seemed that it was getting late and the Japanese did not dare to enter the mountain, right?

Han Zhuangzhuang found a stone and sat down: "Comrades, let's take a rest. Let's come over and discuss whether we should stay here and attack the Japanese again at night? I guess Chuangyou would never have thought that we had not left. Then we would just touch it."

Smashing grenades into the crowd of Japanese soldiers from close range will definitely make them chaotic for a while, and then they will not have the strength to chase the company commander tomorrow."

"Okay, this is a good idea, I agree." Yang San quickly expressed his stance.
Chapter completed!