1939 . 5 . 15

I don't know how many more devils we killed yesterday morning, but I think there must have been more than fifteen. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I guess the reason why Huo Xiaoshan didn't want to make a big move on the devil was because he didn't want to attract the attention of all parties because he didn't want to be too strong.

But I think Huo Xiaoshan's goal is difficult to achieve, because his soldiers are too strong in terms of combat power.

Today, the dung balls did not make the soldiers get up early again, but had a day off.

I asked him what he was going to do next, and he said he'd go ahead and hit that hill!

I asked him how he would fight, and he said he would still shoot like that, set out in the middle of the night, shoot in the morning, and then run back.

I thought about it and thought it was inappropriate, and I said that if you still use this trick, the devil will be on guard.

He said it's okay, let's not fight with them, shoot from afar, run away after the fight, anyway, it's piecemeal, we made money two days ago, and it doesn't matter if we make less money this time.

Besides, some of us are watching devils, and they will report if there is a situation.

After all, I'm not someone else's commander, and I didn't say anything more when I thought about the dung ball's plan.

But I still feel that it is inappropriate in my heart, this is a scourge that may be prevented after all.

Again, as on the previous day, we touched the bottom of the hill when it was dark.

This time, to be on the safe side, we didn't get less than 100 meters closer to the mountain, but stayed at a distance of about 150 meters.

The two observation posts also came to report that there was nothing else, but I was still uneasy to get used to guerrilla fighting, so I dropped out.

I dropped out of the rear, not because I was afraid of death, but because I was going to be a guard post in the back, I just thought that if the devil came up from behind, I could shoot first to warn.

It seems to me that the first two attacks were prepared, but this attack is more like a mischievous prank by a child, who may just want to taunt or disgust the devil with the third attack.

When the day dawned, the devil on the mountain was still there, but he no longer dared to wander defenselessly on the edge of the mountain.

The only thing I could find in my telescope was the devil's sentry, because I saw the devil's sentry's steel helmet at the top of the mountain.

But after observing it for a while, I felt that something was wrong, the last time the devil didn't wear a steel helmet, just a hat with a fart curtain.

This time, they should have been frightened by the cold guns of the battalion and buckled up the steel helmet, which is understandable, but the problem is that the steel helmet did not move in the few minutes I observed the Japanese sentry.

This was not normal, and I quietly raised myself under the cover of the trees to look through my binoculars again, and I suddenly decided that the sentry was fake, that there was no sentry there at all, only a steel helmet.

The steel helmet was supported by only one or two branches, for I had done it to fool my opponents like this.

Of course, the target of the fooling at that time was not the Japanese devils, but our former opponent and current comrade-in-arms, the National Revolutionary Army.

"Balls!" I whispered as I crawled forward.

The dung balls were at the front and I was at the back, and he didn't hear me calling him.

But luckily, the warrior behind him heard me calling him and passed the word on.

When I climbed up to the dung ball, I said to him, don't shoot the ball yet, why do I think something is wrong?

The dung ball didn't look back, but he was also looking at the mountain with a telescope, but he also asked me, what's wrong, Lao Zhu.

There is always such a type of person in real life, who is born with a strong affinity and can always quickly get closer to strangers, and Dung Ball is undoubtedly such a person.

He is very short and unattractive, but he can joke with strangers very casually but never annoys people.

No, I've only known each other for three days, but I'm already familiar with me, like brothers in life and death who have climbed through snowy mountains and walked through the meadow together.

I said, do you see the steel helmet of that devil sentry?

He said, "See, I'm going to have one of us shoot him, what's wrong?"

I said, it's a steel helmet.

Oh, what? The dung ball flickered for a moment and began to stare in the direction of the helmet for a full minute, then he lowered his binoculars and looked at me.

I could tell from the change in his facial expression that he finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

He looked at me for two seconds, then suddenly turned to a soldier next to him and said, "Pass my order, don't shoot without my order, don't expose the target."

Then he turned to me again and asked, "If you were a devil, how would you dig a hole?"

I thought about it and said, I'll copy your retreat a few hundred meters away.

The dung ball didn't ask any more, but turned his head again and said to the soldier closest to him, and sent a message, telling Yao Wenliban, who was on the outermost part, to be careful to touch the mountain, and then go south to find the nearest detachment for help, saying that we might be in big trouble.

Tell them that they should be especially careful at a distance of 200 to 600 meters away from us, as there may be an ambush by devils.

Then, the dung ball gave another series of orders.

Ordered, Wu Deyong's class concealed and detoured to the other side of the mountain, and the gun sounded on the other side to attack the mountain.

Order, grenadiers do not reveal their positions, get ready, give me an eye on the machine gun of the devil on the mountain, and be sure to knock it out as long as he sounds.

Ordered, machine guns were ready to suppress the Japanese troops on the hill, preferring to fire in bursts.

Order, all the personnel crawled to the foot of the mountain, once there is a gunshot behind us, we must seize the mountain.

As soon as he had given this series of orders, for a moment I really felt that I was as black as a potato, and that I was as inconspicuous as the dung ball of my name.

He apparently realized in an instant the great danger that his squad of forty might encounter through my prompting.

That is, since the Japanese army can think of the small trap of using steel helmets to pretend to be sentinels, it is very likely that they will think of setting a bigger trap for us to drill.

So he chose a plan that ordinary commanders would not choose, but in fact, the probability of survival may be higher, this plan is not to retreat immediately but to rush forward!

The Japanese commanders would have the habit of thinking that we would run away with a single shot, so there was no point in ambushing heavy troops on the hill ahead.

In addition, the hill was not large enough to ambush heavy troops, otherwise they would not have sent only thirty or forty men for the first time.

So, if any commander were to change to me, even eighty percent of me, we would ambush us on the way back and wait for us to fall into the net.

The warriors had already begun to move quietly according to the orders of the dung balls, and fortunately, although it was only early summer, the woods provided us with the necessary cover for our movement towards the hill.

The dung ball remained silent after we were in place, and he looked at me, and I could see the apprehension and guilt in his eyes.

So, I smiled at him and signaled that it was okay.

Then, about 600 meters behind us, there was a dense burst of gunfire.

You don't have to look back to know that everything is as expected, and the soldiers sent out by the dung balls to ask for help are connected with the Japanese troops in ambush!