The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

After hearing the yell, three people grabbed the stretcher and rushed over quickly. They carried the body away neatly, and one of them took the place of the dead and stayed in the search team.

The devil's major, Kuroda Ichiro, was in an extremely bad mood just like this cold rainy and foggy weather, and he had already lost his previous high spirits.

Although there are more than 700 of them in a mighty force, they seem to have enough soldiers and food, but at the moment they are deeply trapped in this quagmire, like clumsy elephants, facing all kinds of strange attacks like flies, and they are extremely troublesome.

Although it wasn't going to hurt the muscles and bones, it was advancing slowly. You might not believe it. It took a whole morning to only break into the outskirts of Xiaohekou Village.

As for whether they can break through the blocking of the guerrilla detachment and reach the destination Xiaowangzhuang within a day, I am afraid only God knows.

The officers and soldiers of the guerrilla detachment changed from the previous fighting style of fighting hard, but became erratic, like wandering ghosts, making it difficult for the devils to guard against.

Sometimes they appeared in front of the devil soldiers, sometimes on the flanks, and sometimes stabbed the devils fiercely from behind. If the devils chase them, they will lie in ambush, if they don't chase them, they will turn around and continue to beat you.

At this moment, everyone in the devils and puppet soldiers who are advancing is trembling, and their nerves are highly tense, because they don't know where the attacking bullets come from, and they feel a sense of danger.

"Report, just ahead is Xiaohekou Village."

After endless raids, the forward search team finally reported good news.

Guizi Shaozuo Kuroda Ichiro took out his binoculars and looked forward. In the hazy rain and fog, a small village stood quietly near a large farmland.

After marching and fighting in the rain and fog for so long, the devils and the puppet army desperately needed a dry place to rest and replenish their strength.

"Kameda-san, you go and take the village, where we need to rest." Ichiro Kuroda ordered a ghost lieutenant.

"Hi Yi!"

Soon, the Kameda Squadron quickly attacked and went straight to Xiaohekou Village.

Yang Ling's forward headquarters had been set up here before, but as the devils gradually advanced, they had to move away, turning this place into a battlefield.

Text 8 Chapter Rest and Reorganization

"Boom!"

The [-]-type infantry artillery roared, and the high-explosive shells roared and smashed into a small river mouth village where low houses gathered.

The broken bricks and tiles rushed to the sky in the smoke and dust, and the shock wave shattered the doors and windows. In the violent tremors, the falling tiles fell with the gray 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 raining lightly, it was still enough to clearly see the flames and smoke from the explosion in the village, and the smoke was billowing.

"A place as big as a palm is bombarded. The little devil is so fucking rich. It would be great if we could have such a big cannon sometime."

The scene of the devils bombarding Xiaohekou village was clearly seen by the guerrilla brothers lurking in the wilderness. Facing the rumbling shelling, they were jealous with envy.

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

And now this cannon was taken by Wu Changqing's second battalion to fight fortified positions. Their current heavy machine gun is like a baby bump.

Now seeing the devils attacking Xiaohekou village extravagantly bombarded with Type [-] infantry artillery, many guerrillas felt itchy in their hearts, wishing they could rush out and grab the artillery now.

"Don't think the devils are having fun now, just wait and see, those two cannons will have our surname sooner or later." Battalion Commander Wang Huzi wiped the rain off his face and said firmly.

The brothers in the guerrilla army were not at all capable of fighting the little devils, so instead of sticking to the mouth of the small river with only a few dozen houses, they voluntarily withdrew.

After the devils bombarded for a while, a squadron of devils pulled away from the skirmish line and rushed forward, but the speed of charging forward from the farmland was not fast enough.

But they didn't dare to walk on the ridges that were easier to walk. They had already suffered a lot. They walked on the ridges and were wiped out by machine guns. This is how their small team was reimbursed before.

The continuous battle made Squadron Leader Kameda wrapped up like a mud monkey, and even shouted "Kill Gaigai" so weakly, the rest of the devils were not much better.

"Bang! Bang..."

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

"what!"

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

Now that the crops have been harvested, there is an open field near the farmland. The guerrilla officers and soldiers lurking in torn sacks make it impossible for the little devils to guard against them.

The guerrilla officers and soldiers were as slippery as loaches. They fired a shot regardless of the hit, turned around and ran away. After the little devil lay down and set up his gun, he had already run out of range.

The little devil was also howling with anger, he had no other choice but to continue to advance towards the bombed and fragmented village.

They invaded the village tremblingly, thinking they would encounter stubborn resistance, but found that the village was empty.

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

Captain Kameda quickly reported to Major Kuroda Ichiro who stayed in the distance.

Ichiro Kuroda commanded the troops to fight for such a long time, and he was exhausted physically and mentally. It was not a problem to stand in the rain, so he ordered to go to the village to rest.

The ghost soldiers and the puppet soldiers rushed into the village one after another as if they had received an amnesty. Some houses were destroyed by the previous shelling, and the intact houses were in short supply.

Naturally, the puppet army is not qualified to enter the courtyard and the room to rest and recuperate, so they can only hide under the eaves to avoid the rain.

The little devil entered the house excitedly, took off his wet raincoat, and was about to light a fire and eat something to warm his body when an accident happened.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion came from a room, and the smoke filled the air. An unlucky devil encountered a booby trap left by the guerrilla officers and soldiers, and was killed on the spot.

Ichiro Kuroda, who had just sat down to rest, was about to study how to deal with the guerrillas who appeared and disappeared, when the explosion scared him and almost jumped up from the bench.

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

Soon some little devils rushed over to report that one of them was killed by the bomb left by the guerrillas.

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

While talking, there was another booming explosion sound, and a puff of black smoke rose in the yard next door, and screams and screams rang out.

Kuroda Ichiro strode out of the house with a livid face, and went straight to the courtyard next door. He saw three devils lying on the ground, bloody and bloody, crying, and a door was blown to pieces.

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

Kuroda Ichiro now finally understands why the guerrillas evacuated the village on their own initiative and handed over the place to them. Feelings are a trap.

"Order, everyone camps on the street and is not allowed to enter the house!"

In order to prevent similar incidents from happening again, under the order of Ichiro Kuroda, the devils exited the house one after another, crowded under the eaves to rest, and the puppet soldiers now have no place to shelter from the rain...

The devil soldiers fought with the guerrilla officers and soldiers in the rain for a long time, and they were exhausted. Although it was a break between battles, the defense on the outside was impeccable.

Light and heavy machine guns were quickly set up all around, so that the guerrilla officers and soldiers could not find any chance to attack.