After almost five minutes of artillery preparation, more than 1,000 puppet soldiers suddenly appeared at the front of the position, and one by one they took the rifles in their hands and cautiously launched an attack on the position of the Eighth Route Army in the village from all directions.

"Captain, look, the two devils are coming up." One of the fighters shouted with some excitement.

The Eighth Route Army besieged in Deng Zhuangzi is the 11th Regiment of the Eighth Route Army Teaching Sixth Brigade, this regiment is a well-deserved main force regiment of the Hebei-Shandong Border Military Region, before the devils swept away, there were more than 4,000 people in the whole regiment, after bloody battles again and again, the troops lost more than half, and now there are less than 1,500 people left, who are besieged in this small Deng Zhuangzi Village.

The regiment commander Zhang Zhicheng was lying in a trench at this time, holding a telescope to observe the situation in the distance, his face was blackened by the smoke of gunpowder, his big eyes were bloodshot, his brows were tightly locked, and his face was solemn.

"It seems that these little devils are scared by us, so we will send these two devils to die." A soldier next to him said with a look of contempt.

"No~!" Zhang Zhicheng shook his head and said: "This little devil is too cunning, they sent the second devil to attack first, just to consume us, it is estimated that the little devil has already guessed, we don't have much ammunition, if we wait until our ammunition is exhausted, we will be finished." ”

After the soldier heard Zhang Zhicheng's words, he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation, frowned and said: "Then what should we do now, we are running out of bullets, I'm afraid we won't be able to support it for long, once the ammunition runs out, we will be finished." ”

"What's there to be afraid of, it's a big deal to fight with the little devils, anyway, after killing so many little devils, even if it's dead, it's worth it." One of the fighters shouted.

A soldier next to him muttered in a low voice, "I haven't killed enough yet!" Don't kill him more, I'm really sorry for this military uniform on me. ”

Zhang Zhicheng put down the binoculars, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and asked softly: "Brothers, now that we are surrounded, there are about 3,000 little devils outside, and there are more than 2,000 puppet soldiers. ”

"Don't be afraid!" The fighters shouted loudly and resolutely.

"Well done! This is my soldier of the Eighth Route Army. Zhang Zhicheng said excitedly: "Brothers, our previous commander Sha Ou defected to the enemy, which made our Sixth Brigade lose face, and I heard that the headquarters of the Shandong Military Region and the 115th Division intend to revoke our number. ”

"It's all caused by the traitor and scum of Shaou, Lao Tzu should have shot this old boy if he knew that he was such a person." The warriors said indignantly. Obviously, everyone hated the sand gull, and the sand gull, as their top boss, openly defected to the enemy, which really made these soldiers lose face and couldn't raise their heads among the friendly troops, and the soldiers naturally hated them to the core.

Zhang Zhicheng continued: "Therefore, this battle is related to the honor of our Sixth Brigade, and we will use practical actions today to regain the lost glory." Even if he dies today, Lao Tzu will bite off a piece of meat from his dog's little devil, so that they know that we know how good we teach the Sixth Brigade. ”

"Fight with the little devils!" The fighters gritted their teeth and shouted.

Zhang Zhicheng raised his hand and pointed at the two devils who were approaching in the distance, and said with a serious face: "Let's take these two devils now, aren't these two devils here to send us ammunition!" The notice went down, and the sharpshooter fired freely, trying to delay the offensive of the two devils. The others saved their bullets, put on bayonets, brought these two devils closer, and used bayonets against them. What we lack now is time, as long as we can drag it out until dark, we still have a chance, so we have to delay as much as possible and save ammunition. When the two devils came up, we rushed out and fought with them with bayonets, and beat them back with bayonets, and when we came back, we tried to bring back all the ammunition abandoned by the enemy, understand! ”

"Understood!" The soldiers responded with a bang, and the heralds hurriedly conveyed Zhang Zhicheng's order.

"Bang! Bang" A crisp gunshot rang out, and almost every time a gunshot was fired, a puppet soldier was shot and fell to the ground.

At this time, the other puppet soldiers all lay on the ground in panic, raised their rifles and shot at the position of the Eighth Route Army, but the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army all hid in the trenches honestly, and the shooting of the puppet army was just a waste of bullets.

"Damn, these bunny cubs, you don't need money for bullets! Is it all blowing in the wind, such a waste! Zhang Zhicheng saw that these two devils didn't know how to save bullets, and couldn't help but scolded loudly.

In fact, for these two devils, these bullets are indeed no different from those blown by the wind, and they are all provided by the little devils anyway. Although it is not like the Japanese army, the ammunition supply is open, but at least there will be no shortage of guns and ammunition.

What's more, no matter how precious the bullet is, it is not as precious as its own life! These two devils are not stupid, they know that the little devils are using them as artillery fire! Naturally, he will not be stupid to really work hard for the little devil.

After shooting for a while, there was no reaction from the position of the Eighth Route Army, and only then did the puppet soldiers reluctantly get up from the ground and continue to walk slowly towards the position of the Eighth Route Army under the urging of the officer.

After a few steps, the sharpshooters of the Eighth Route Army shot again, killing several puppet soldiers, and the remaining puppet soldiers fell to the ground in fright again, raising their guns and shooting wildly at the position of the Eighth Route Army. Under such repetition, the puppet army gradually approached the position of the Eighth Route Army.

In fact, these two devils are not willing to come to die, but there are little devil overseers in the back, and the machine guns have been set up, and without the order of the devils, they don't dare to retreat without permission, because that will only make them die worse. Maybe only at this time, these beasts who have forgotten their ancestors will regret putting on this dog skin and becoming traitors.

When there was still a distance of about dozens of meters from the position of the Eighth Route Army, a puppet army officer suddenly raised the box cannon in his hand and shouted: "Brothers, Taijun said, each person who captures the position of the Eighth Route Army will be rewarded with five pieces of the ocean, and if he kills one of the Eighth Route Army, he will be rewarded with ten pieces of the ocean, and the opportunity to receive the reward for meritorious service has arrived, and the brothers will rush!" ”

This puppet army officer is also experienced, and knows that most of his subordinates will wear this skin as traitors just to make ends meet, so the only thing that can boost their morale is the ocean of white flowers.

(End of chapter)