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

The number of guerrillas who caught up with the puppet army behind the palace was actually not many, only a squad of troops. Seeing that the puppet army ran away with a few hundred puppet troops, they were also taken aback.

"Don't be dazed, chase after me!"

The squad leader of the guerrillas was also a bold leader. Seeing that the puppet soldiers had no intention of resisting, he simply didn't wait for the brothers behind him and rushed forward with a squad.

So in the fields shrouded in rain and fog, such a miraculous scene appeared. A squad of guerrilla officers and soldiers chased hundreds of puppet soldiers and ran in embarrassment.

The officers and soldiers of the guerrillas shot while running, pushing and loading the bullets, raising the guns, aiming, and pulling the trigger, all actions were done in one go.

"Bang! Bang..."

"Ah! Ah!"

The puppet soldiers who staggered and fled from time to time fell to the ground after a cloud of blood burst from their bodies.

But now most of the puppet soldiers dare not turn their heads back. They can't control the life and death of their companions, so the injured puppet soldiers are also struggling to crawl on the ground.

The guerrilla officers and soldiers who came after them were few in number, and they had no time to guard the prisoners.

The screams of the companions behind them made the backs of the fleeing puppet soldiers even more chills, and the ammunition boxes they carried on their bodies were discarded, and the heavy rifles were thrown away, and they ran desperately.

The ghost soldiers who were retreating also heard gunshots in the rain and fog behind them, and then heard countless panicked shouts and screams.

"This bunch of trash!" Kuroda Ichiro cursed fiercely, then waved his hand: "Stop advancing, defend on the spot!"

The devil soldiers were familiar with their tactical movements, and quickly spread out to search for nearby shallow pits and mounds to set up a defensive circle, and set up light and heavy machine guns.

After waiting for a short time, groups of puppet troops stumbled out of the rain and fog.

Their distraught appearance made Ichiro Kuroda's complexion black like charcoal, and he cursed in his heart that they were really a bunch of mud that couldn't support the wall.

But it was still a friendly army, and the devil soldiers fired to block the shooting, and with a burst of thunder, they repelled the chasing guerrilla officers and soldiers, and the puppet soldiers stopped panting.

"Zhang Battalion Commander? Didn't I let your guard block it? Why did yours retreat so quickly?"

Kuroda Ichiro questioned Zhang Manzi who was splashed with mud with a sullen face, extremely dissatisfied.

Text 8 Chapter Twelve Underestimating the Enemy

Wherever the eyes of the devil's major, Kuroda Ichiro, the puppet soldiers lowered their heads in panic, not daring to look at him.

And they ran all the way, making their bodies splashed with mud, and some people were even at a loss with empty hands, and they didn't even know where to throw their guns.

Seeing this scene, Kuroda Ichiro's lungs were about to explode, his fists clenched tightly, his teeth creaking, he wished he could shoot the mud that couldn't support the wall to death.

However, most of these puppet troops were recruited locally. Once they were killed, it would definitely cause instability in local law and order.

After all, they are now in the occupied areas, but they are vigorously promoting their identity as invaders, beautifying them as those who came to help build the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere.

Therefore, even though Kuroda Ichiro's eyes were full of fierceness and wanted to kill, he had no choice but to hold back the anger in his heart. He took a few deep breaths angrily, and finally calmed himself down.

Puppet Battalion Commander Zhang Laizi saw Kuroda Ichiro standing there with a gloomy face, felt the fierce murderous aura, and also turned pale with fright, feeling that his life was in danger.

Fortunately, in the end, Kuroda Ichiro resisted the urge to kill, and slapped Zhang Laizi severely: "Trash!"

A crisp slap sounded, and a clear and swollen slap print appeared on Zhang Manizi's face, with burning pain, but facing the ghost soldiers all around, Zhang Manizi grinned in pain, but he could only nod his head and bear it. .

The defeated puppet army had no will to fight. In the morning, they had been fighting against the guerrillas at the front. The heavy casualties made their morale low.

But now the puppet soldiers are cold and hungry and just want to retreat to Qinghe Town as soon as possible, and they don't have the intention of acting as a rear guard, so they are no longer useful.

Kuroda Ichiro originally thought of using the puppet army to delay the guerrilla pursuit, but the performance of the puppet army really made him worry, and he had to rely on their own people in the end.

"Kameda-san—"

Kuroda Ichiro turned his gaze to the Devil Lieutenant Kameda with a tired face.

Hearing the shout, Lieutenant Kameda withdrew his eyes from the hazy rain and fog, turned around and walked quickly a few steps to Kuroda Ichiro and bowed heavily in front of him.

"Your squadron will stay behind to stop the guerrillas who are chasing after you." Kuroda Ichiro gave the order.

"Hi!" Kameda Squadron Leader agreed after being taken aback for a moment.

Ichiro Kuroda nodded in satisfaction, and warned: "Don't get too entangled with the guerrillas, and retreat after completing the cover and blocking mission."

Captain Kameda naturally knew how powerful the guerrillas were, so he nodded to show that he understood.

"Battalion Commander Zhang—" After Kuroda Ichiro finished giving his instructions, he called Zhang Laizi, the puppet battalion commander.

Covering his red and swollen face with one hand, Zhang Laizi was secretly cursing Kuroda Ichiro for having a child without a baby, when he was terrified by such a sudden yell.

"Taijun, Taijun, what are your orders?"

Zhang Laizi hurriedly responded and moved to Kuroda Ichiro, forced a smile and asked.

Kuroda Ichiro pointed to his helpless subordinates and said, "Leave one company to assist Kameda-san as the guard, and the rest... will return to work in Qinghe Town..."

Hearing that Kuroda Ichiro would not allow him to serve as the guard, Zhang Laizi's heart suddenly brightened, and he hurriedly replied: "Yes, I will arrange it now!"

"Tell them, if they dare to retreat without a fight... they will all die..." Kuroda Ichiro warned with a murderous look.

"Understood, understood." Zhang Laizi replied with a guilty conscience.

Soon, Ichiro Kuroda, the devil's major, finished the arrangement, leaving a squadron of devils and a company of puppet troops behind, and rushed to Qinghe Town with the main force like lightning.

Guizi Squadron Leader Kameda, who was in charge of covering the rear of the palace, took over the command, and the team of 300 people quickly built a simple defense system relying on a few low mounds.

The guerrilla officers and soldiers of the squad that had chased before were repulsed, and the brothers from the two squads chased after them, and their strength increased greatly after being merged into one.

"Brothers, kill the devil! Come with me!"

They beat hundreds of puppet troops to pieces before, which also made them feel proud. Without knowing the depth, they attacked the rearguard of the retreating devils again.

But what they don't know is that the devils have adjusted their deployment now, and not only the puppet army but also a squadron of devils are staying behind to cover the retreat.

Although the Kameda Squadron had lost more than 40 people in previous battles, there were still more than 140 combat soldiers, and their strength was still strong, not to mention the assistance of a well-intentioned company of puppet troops.

More than 30 guerrilla officers and soldiers jumped up from behind the cover of muddy puddles and vegetation with their guns in hand, and quickly rushed to the rear guard of the devil soldiers defending in the rain and fog.

Most of these guerrilla officers and soldiers, who are recruits, are already red-eyed. In just one day, after going through the baptism of blood, they have gradually grown from panic and fear at the beginning to fearlessness now. .

But after all, there is still too little battlefield experience, and the veterans who lead the team also ignore the fact that they are not leading a group of veterans who have experienced many battles, but a group of recruits. small changes in the situation.

These guerrilla brothers, in groups of three, opened the skirmish line and rushed forward. The subject of shooting on the move has been practiced countless times, loading, aiming, and pulling the trigger all in one go.

The howling bullets continued to pass through the rain and fog into the devil's temporary defensive position, and there were low-pitched screams from time to time.

Those puppet soldiers lying on the wet ground held their guns one by one, bullets whizzed past their heads, and their white lips were bitten tightly. The ghost squadron leader Kameda didn't give an order, so they didn't dare to open without authorization. gun.