under fire

Kanzhuang.

Mr. Ma, who stayed in the village and was unwilling to leave, felt that the imperial army was also human beings. As long as he did not resist and behaved like an obedient citizen, they would not be able to do anything to him.

The Eighth Route Army stationed in the village "kidnapped" the villagers and ran away.

A squad of Japanese soldiers led by a lieutenant entered the village.

More Japs hurriedly chased the fleeing Eighth Route Army southward.

Mr. Ma felt a little annoyed as he listened to the bleating of the sheep in the pen.

After all, the Eighth Route Army had once been stationed in the village, so we had to think of an excuse for this.

These sheep are prepared for the upcoming imperial army, so they cannot be allowed to starve.

He immediately ordered the farmhands in his home to ask their children to go outside the village to cut grass.

"Madam, we are all good citizens. My son serves in the Imperial Army." Mr. Ma bowed and forced a smile.

The lieutenant had a dark face. He didn't expect that there were still people who dared to stay in the village. He rolled his eyes and said, "Tell me about the situation of the Eighth Route Army."

"There were more than 200 Eighth Route Army soldiers living in the village. Most of them seem to be sick. We sent someone to report this to the Imperial Army a few days ago."

"Is he ill?" The lieutenant's face became kind: "Your friend in the Imperial Army"

"I will immediately arrange for a banquet to welcome the Imperial Army."

In the northwest of the village, six children in their teens were cutting grass in the fields.

The Japanese team that was conducting a sweep and search for the remnants of the Eighth Route Army was busy for a long time in the green tent outside the village, but they did not find any trace of the Eighth Route Army.

The Japanese second lieutenant whose men were ambushed by the Eighth Route Army and whose eight men were killed and sixteen were injured saw those children.

A sudden anger rose in my heart.

With a ferocious look on his face, he waved to his men beside him: "One hundred and fifty meters away, practice your already rusty shooting skills."

Ba Hook.

A boy who was mowing the lawn was shot in the back and fell to the ground.

The children next to them were terrified.

Just run away.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sight slowly moved along with the running child, and after estimating the lead time, bullets were fired one after another.

One figure after another fell.

An old woman washing vegetables in the pond at the entrance of the village saw this scene from afar and hurried to the village. She wanted to tell the bad news to the men who stayed in the village.

However, what she saw was that the village was full of devils.

Mr. Ma is toasting to the imperial army

The sun is high in the sky.

Hu Yi read the enemy situation report sent by the communicator sent by Captain Li.

Combining the telegram sent by the division, his narrow eyes under the military cap quietly looked at the plains to the north.

It seemed as if I saw the Japanese and puppet troops approaching.

There is land only when there are people, and the existence of the base depends on people.

It is impossible to develop a base in the enemy-occupied area without being interfered with by the devils. The political commissar said that the base can be in motion according to the situation. The same applies to the enemy advancing, we retreat; the enemy retreating, we return.

As long as people are there, the base is there.

"Liu Yuanqing, girl, Wang Shun, let's have a meeting!" After saying that, he walked down the stairs from the roof.

The village was full of people who were still smiling and shouting excitedly after robbing the county hospital yesterday.

After hearing his words, the crowd that was still fighting and boasting immediately dispersed, and each went to report to their own squad leader and platoon leader. Soon the squad leaders crowded to the gate of the courtyard where Hu Yi lived. Hu Yi was cold-tempered, and no one spoke. They pushed and pinched each other's arms to fight for the position at the gate.

Liu Yuanqing and Wang Shun arrived at the gate of the courtyard, pulled away the dozen or so squad leaders who were crowded outside the gate after receiving the news, walked through the courtyard and entered the house, and sat down on the right side of Hu Yi.

The girl sat on Hu Yi's left hand side, spinning the pencil on her finger constantly, as she put the knife skills she learned from Li Laosi into practice.

Liu Yuanqing greeted the girl, then smiled and asked Hu Yi, who was looking at the map, "Captain Hu, how do we fight?"

"All the villagers... must leave as soon as possible." When Hu Yi said this, he raised his eyes from the map spread out on the table and glanced at Wang Shun opposite him.

"Leave?" Wang Shun nodded nonchalantly: "In the past, when the Japanese came to raid, we all hid directly in the green tent, and the Japanese couldn't do anything to us."

"In a head-on battle, we are no match for the Japs." Hu Yi raised his hand and drew a line on the map: "On the surface, the Japs have assembled tens of thousands of heavy troops, but their battle line is too long. Any point on this line can be our breakthrough direction. I plan to concentrate our troops and firepower and move back and forth along this line in depth."

"You mean, instead of setting up an ambush, we should have a big fight with the devils?" Liu Yuanqing was shocked: "A squadron of devils can chase down a regiment of the national army."

"The reason why the National Army failed was that their combat effectiveness and weapons and ammunition were not as good as those of the Japs, and secondly, they spent most of their time on the defensive in order to defend a city or a pond." Hu Yi shook his head: "So we gave up the village and used the green tent to fight a mobile war with the Japs!"

"Mobile warfare? When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we advance." Liu Yuanqing was somewhat puzzled. "The guy from Chongqing also proposed to conduct large-scale mobile guerrilla warfare at the brigade level, but it ended in failure."

"The characteristic of guerrilla warfare is that the one in Chongqing has no mass base. Once the troops are dispersed, they are like sheep being released." Hu Yi stopped looking at the map and said, "I plan to divide the troops into small units and flexibly adjust them according to the needs of the battle. Sometimes we will gather and sometimes we will disperse. Our actions will appear and disappear unpredictably, making it impossible for the devils to predict our whereabouts. We will use ambushes and surprise attacks to kill, consume, confuse and tire the devils. We will use more troops to defeat fewer in a single battle. After a successful attack, we will immediately use the green gauze tent to escape before the enemy gathers its forces and reinforcements arrive."

"There are Japanese reconnaissance planes in the sky, so it's difficult to hide our whereabouts." Xiao Hongying suddenly interjected.

"So, the time for each battle is chosen before dark or at night!" Hu Yi glanced at the girl and was in a good mood. After long-term battles, the little girl finally learned how to find and fill in the gaps.

"I remember now. This tactic was mentioned in the booklet you showed me. It should be called the Sparrow War, right?" Liu Yuanqing's eyes lit up. "This tactic is good. The Japanese can't figure out our army's movements. We have to guard against sneak attacks at night. After assembling the team, we have to run around all day. Through many small-scale victories, we gradually accumulate advantages and finally achieve a big victory."

"Yes, this tactic is a variation of guerrilla warfare..."

Liu Yuanqing blurted out: "I have deduced this kind of tactics. There are three main problems: one is ammunition, the second is food supply, and the third is the treatment and placement of the wounded during the battle."

"The Japanese brought enough ammunition when they raided. The combat troops brought some militiamen to clean up the battlefield and collect bullets. They also found a way to collect the bullet shells and handed them over to the division for reloading. As for food, the Japanese would not carry too much food with them during the raid. We need to arrange some people to rob the Japanese logistics supplies. As for the wounded," Hu Yi said here and looked at Wang Shun.

"Leave it to me!" Wang Shun felt the blood rushing up his head. "We just kidnapped a lot of doctors and nurses from the Japanese hospital."

The three problems he mentioned were easily solved. Liu Yuanqing was dumbfounded: "You mean, fighting to support fighting?"

"We don't have guns or cannons, but the enemy will make them for us." Hu Yi subconsciously thought of the propaganda song that Song Xiaoci once sang.

"If this tactic could have been promoted a few years earlier, the national army would not have been helpless when facing the Japanese's iron wall encirclement tactics," Liu Yuanqing murmured.

"All militiamen, assemble!" The newly appointed militia captain loudly conveyed the order: "Team one, two people in a group, is responsible for carrying the wounded and transferring them! Team two, in cooperation with the Eighth Route Army, is responsible for organizing the transfer of the villagers."

"The crops in the fields have not been harvested yet," a militiaman suggested.

"Discipline, remember, the first rule of joining the Eighth Route Army is to obey orders and let the villagers only bring three days of rations."

"Only for three days? Every time the Japanese raid, it takes ten days or half a month."

"Shut up and obey orders!" The militia captain was a little annoyed: "Don't worry about the food problem. Put all the other grains that the villagers have just collected into the cellar and fill it with soil."

No one questioned it anymore.

The villagers gathered quietly in the drying yard, working as a family unit, leading cows, sheep, dogs and chickens.

Xiao Hongying waved her arms: "Don't worry about food. In our territory, the Japanese are here to give us guns, bullets and food."

West bank of the canal.

A tributary in the reeds.

Li Xiang stood at the bow of the iron-hulled boat and said, "Soak the sandbags at the bow with water and check the heavy machine guns again."

"Comrades who can dive, wait until the smoke bombs are fired, and then board the boat without the enemy being able to see you and ensuring your safety!" (End of this chapter)