"Boom!"

The Type 92 infantry guns roared, and high-explosive shells whizzed into a small estuary village with low-rise houses.

Broken bricks and tiles rushed into the sky in the smoke and dust, the shock wave shattered doors and windows, and in the violent tremor, the falling tiles fell with the ash waterfall.

The mud on the potholed and muddy streets also flew up, and before it fell, it was thrown high by the new shock wave.

Although it was drizzling, it was still enough to clearly see the fire and smoke from the explosion of the village, and the smoke was billowing out.

"Such a big place is bombarded with cannons, the little devil is so fucking magnanimous, when can we have such a big cannon."

The scene of the devil's shelling of the village at the mouth of the river was clearly seen by the guerrilla brothers lurking in the wilderness, and they were jealous in the face of the rumbling shelling.

Although this time the Ninth Guerrilla Column replenished them with a batch of weapons and ammunition for the next military operation, the heavy weapons were only a mortar and a heavy machine gun.

Moreover, now this artillery bombardment run has been taken by Wu Changqing's second battalion to attack the fortified position, and their current heavy machine gun is like a baby pimple, so they used it once and then withdrew to the rear, worried that it would be damaged.

Now when they saw that the devils were attacking the village of Xiaohekou, they had the luxury of bombarding them with Type 92 infantry artillery, and many guerrillas felt itchy in their hearts, and they wanted to rush out and grab the artillery now.

"Don't look at the devils fighting happily now, you wait and see, those two cannons will have to follow our surname sooner or later." The battalion commander Wang Huzi wiped the rain from his face and said firmly.

The brothers of the guerrillas did not fight hard with the little devils at all, so they did not stick to the small estuary, which only had a few dozen houses, but took the initiative to withdraw.

After a burst of chaos from the devils, the devils of a squadron opened the skirmish line and pounced, but the speed of charging forward from the farmland with one foot deep and one foot shallow foot could not be fast.

But they didn't dare to walk on those ridges that were easier to walk, they had already suffered losses, and as soon as they walked on the ridges, they were swept by a machine gun and finished, which was how their small detachment was reimbursed before.

The continuous battle made Squadron Leader Kameda also wrapped up like a mud monkey, and even shouted "Kill and change" weakly, and the rest of the devils were no better.

"Bang! Bang......"

Although the devils did not charge the village on the ridges, it was not safe to go to the farmland, and the guerrilla officers and soldiers lurking nearby still opened fire.

"Ahh

The bullet pierced the little devil's chest, and a stream of warm blood flew out with the bullet that pierced his body, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Now that the crops have been harvested, there is an open field near this farmland, and the guerrilla officers and soldiers in broken sacks are too much for the little devils to guard against.

The officers and men of the guerrillas were slippery like loaches, and they turned around and ran away after firing a shot, regardless of whether they hit or not, and when the little devil lay down and set up the gun, he had already run out of range.

The little devil was also angry and screamed, and there was no other way but to continue to advance towards the bombed and shattered villages.

They stormed the village, expecting to meet stubborn resistance, but found it empty.

"Report, the guerrillas in the village have been repelled by my squadron!"

Squadron Leader Kameda quickly reported to Ichiro Kuroda, who was staying in the distance.

Kuroda Ichiro commanded the troops to fight for so long, and he was also physically and mentally exhausted, and it was not a matter to stand in the rain and get drenched, so he ordered to go into the village to rest.

The devil soldiers and puppet soldiers drilled into the village one after another as if they had been amnesty, and some houses were destroyed by the previous bombardment, and the intact houses were in short supply.

Naturally, the puppet army was not qualified to enter the courtyard and house to rest, so they could only hide under the eaves to avoid the rain.

The little devil rushed into the house, took off his wet raincoat, and was about to make a fire and eat something to warm up, when an accident happened.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion came from a room filled the air, and an unlucky devil encountered the thunder left by the guerrilla officers and soldiers, and was blown off the spot.

Kuroda had just sat down to rest, and was about to study how to deal with the elusive guerrillas when the explosion scared him so much that he almost jumped off the bench.

"Yaga! What's going on?! Kuroda asked with a dark face.

Soon a little devil rushed over to report that one of them had been killed by a bomb left by the guerrillas.

"Nani?" Hearing this, Kuroda Ichiro gasped, looked at the dimly lit room where he was staying, and felt a chill on his back.

While he was talking, another loud explosion sounded, and a puff of black smoke rose in the courtyard next door, and shouts and screams rang out.

Kuroda Ichiro strode out of the house with a blushing face, and went straight to the courtyard next door, where he saw three devils lying on the ground and wailing, and a door was also shattered.

"The cunning Shina put a cluster grenade on the door, and when the door was opened, it exploded ......"

Ichiro Kuroda now finally understands why the guerrillas took the initiative to evacuate the village and give it to them, feeling that this is a trap.

"Order, everyone camps in the streets, and no one is allowed to enter the house!"

In order to avoid similar incidents from happening again, under the order of Ichiro Kuroda, the devils withdrew from the house one after another, crowded under the eaves to rest, and the puppet army now has no place to shelter from the rain......

The devil soldiers fought with the officers and men of the guerrillas in the rain for most of the day, and they were tired enough, although it was a break in the battle, but the defense of the perimeter was not leaky.

Light and heavy machine guns were quickly erected all around, so that the partisan officers and men could not find any opportunity to attack.

"Withdraw in batches to eat and replenish your strength, and stop attacking for the time being." Yang Ling also gave the order to stop the attack in time.

Soon, groups of guerrilla officers and men, soaked in muddy water, withdrew from the front to the rear.

In a wooded area not far from the mouth of the creek, a tent was set up, where a hot meal and a large pot of ginger soup were ready.

The hungry guerrilla officers and soldiers and the little devils had been fighting since the morning, and they had been hungry until now, and they had to continue fighting in the face of the hot food.

In the rainy and foggy weather, the field of vision was greatly limited by the ears, and it was hazy from a few hundred meters away, and the little devils here could not see it at all, so the brothers rarely relaxed.

"The first combat group returned, the second combat group returned, the third combat group was missing, the fourth combat group was killed, and the fifth combat group lost two people...... The 53rd Combat Group is missing, and the entire 54th Combat Group is killed......"

As the officers and men of the guerrillas withdrew in batches to rest and eat, staff officer Lei Xiong and others were also busy counting battle losses and casualties.

Although they dragged the little devil to death in the field and caused heavy damage, the strength of the little devil was strong, and they still lost a lot of brothers.

When they heard so much battle damage, the brothers who were fighting the little devils who could not move an inch were originally elated, but now they all gathered their minds and became serious.

"Notify the stretcher team to evacuate the wounded for treatment as soon as possible, and find the bodies of the brothers who died as much as possible, and notify the quartermaster Sun to distribute a death pension to their families according to the list of the dead......

As long as there is war, casualties are inevitable, although Yang Ling's heart is sad, but he quickly hides his sadness in the depths of his heart.

Having regained his composure, his face regained the composure that a commander should have, and he still had to continue to command the battle.

"Battalion Commander Wu, do you have any news from them?" Yang Ling asked.

The operational staff officer replied: "Sir, not yet, I guess it's going to be soon." ”

Whether they can successfully smash the encirclement and suppression of the devils this time, Wu Changqing is a crucial link, once they can't attract the little devils back, Yang Ling and they will fall into a bloody battle and a bitter battle.

"I can't wait any longer, the devils will continue to attack and advance after a short rest, and immediately send people to the direction of Qinghe Town to urge Camp Commander Wu and them, and attract the devils to help as soon as possible." Yang Ling frowned and ordered.

Now Yang Ling's means of communication are backward, they don't even have a radio station, and they can rely on communication troops at close range, and it will be very troublesome if they are a little longer.