The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 2127 This “pillow” was delivered just in time!

Three horse-drawn carriages were trotting on the dirt road. In the first carriage sat more than a dozen puppet soldiers, in the second carriage sat more than a dozen Japanese soldiers, and in the last carriage sat more than twenty puppet soldiers.

"What the hell are you looking at with your ass twisted and turned?" a puppet soldier in the first carriage asked his companion who was sitting next to him.

The carriage pulled by one horse was really small, and more than a dozen puppet soldiers were squeezed together. His companion was naturally very uncomfortable with the twists and turns there.

"I'm looking to see if there's an ambush of the Eighth Route Army nearby." His companion said in a low voice.

"Fuck, what are you afraid of?" the puppet soldier said dissatisfiedly.

"What are you afraid of? Do you know?" His companion lowered his voice even more. "The Eighth Route Army didn't dare to attack the Japanese in large groups. They couldn't afford to offend them. But they only attacked small groups like ours."

"Come on! Look how scared you are! Do you think the terrain here is suitable for an ambush by the Eighth Route Army?" said the puppet soldier.

By this time, his timid companion had already seen the terrain of the village ahead while twisting and eating his butt.

The terrain from here to the village a few hundred meters ahead is low and open, and some fields have earthen ridges. However, it is okay to hide a bird in the ridges, but forget about hiding people.

There are four or five piles of firewood, some high and some low, in front of the village, and it is impossible to hide people there.

The reason is that it was a pile of firewood, which was a pile of wheat straw, weeds and corn husks.

Of course that thing can block people's vision, but who would use it as a cover when a bullet can penetrate it?

"What if the Eighth Route Army is hiding in the village?" His companion was still worried.

"Come on, if the Eighth Route Army hadn't been blocked in the village by us and the Imperial Army, when would they take the initiative to ambush us in the village? They don't care about the lives of the common people!" said the puppet soldier.

It must be said that the puppet soldier was very familiar with the Eighth Route Army's usual style, and his companion had nothing to say.

Soon, the troika arrived in front of the village.

"Drive slowly and stop when you enter the village." shouted the puppet soldier in charge.

The carriage entered the village entrance, and the puppet soldier driving the carriage shouted and pulled the reins.

The way people from Shandong shout at horses is the same as that of people from Northeast China. When they tell a horse to stop, they shout "whoosh".

But this time, the puppet soldier's "whoa" was not just about the horses, but seemed like an order for a battle.

Because after this "whoa", not only did the horse pulling the cart stop, but gunfire suddenly broke out behind these puppet soldiers!

What does a burst of gunfire mean? The sound of gunfire is like a sudden downpour in the middle of summer, or like many families lighting festive firecrackers at the same time and place to start a wedding. The sound of gunfire is so loud that you can't even tell how many there are!

These puppet soldiers had certainly fought in wars before, but to be honest, this was the first time they had heard such dense gunfire!

The moment the gunshots rang out, the puppet soldiers' brains went blank for a moment.

When they reacted and were about to jump off the carriage, a number of Kuomintang soldiers suddenly appeared behind the houses and on the roofs on both sides, with the muzzles of their guns pointed directly at them. "Surrender your weapons and we will not kill you! Anyone who dares to move will be killed!" someone shouted.

The reason why they could hear this person's shouting clearly was that the gunfire behind these puppet soldiers had stopped, and at the same time, a voice of "surrender your guns and you will not be killed" was heard from them!

Although the gunshots stopped, the sound still lingers in my ears.

The puppet soldiers were frightened by the gunshots, so they naturally got off the carriage trembling and left their guns on the carriage obediently.

Only then did they have the chance to take a look at what was happening behind the scenes.

But it would be better not to look at it at all. When they looked over there, they were all stunned!

Right behind them was of course the horse-drawn carriage with more than a dozen Japanese soldiers sitting in it. Now they saw that the carriage was still there, but it had fallen over and the horse pulling the carriage had fallen in a pool of blood, with even the breath not coming out of its nose. It was obvious that it was no longer dead.

There were also Japanese soldiers on the carriage, but they all fell down.

Moreover, because the horse was lying down and the carriage was lying on its side, with the front lower than the back, some of the fallen Japanese soldiers on the carriage slipped down. The bodies were lying all over the carriage, and they also fell in a pool of blood, but they were also motionless, and it was obvious that they were deader than dead!

What kind of firepower was this? Just a few seconds of volley fire left more than a dozen Japanese soldiers without even a chance to resist, and they were directly submerged in the hail of bullets.

The answer is obvious. On both sides of the Japanese carriage, there were more than 20 Northeast Army soldiers standing on each side, holding 20-shot box cannons in their hands!

More than twenty twenty-shot box guns! If they were all fired in a burst of two-two-four, that would mean more than four hundred rounds of ammunition were used up in just a few seconds, not to mention the two light machine guns mounted on the roofs on both sides!

With this kind of firepower, let alone more than a dozen Japanese soldiers, even more than a dozen Siberian Tigers would not be able to withstand such a barrage!

The puppet soldiers looked past the horse-drawn carriage in the middle filled with dead Japanese soldiers, and then looked at their companions on the horse-drawn cart at the back.

Those companions were also getting down from the carriage, but unlike the one in front of them, there were dead people in that carriage. Two of them were dead, one was the leader of their puppet army, and the other was an ordinary soldier. It was estimated that the two tried to resist but were killed directly!

Fortunately, we didn't resist. How could these puppet soldiers have empathy? We were the only ones who didn't resist and were lucky to survive!

It was fine that the first group of people were ambushed by the houses on both sides, but what kind of ambush did the second group of Japanese soldiers fall into? Judging from the positions of the Northeast soldiers, they should have flashed out from behind the firewood piles on both sides of the village entrance.

Yes, with the firepower of this group of Northeastern Army, what could they do even if they hid behind the pile of firewood? As long as they rushed out and opened fire, the dozen or so Japanese soldiers sitting on the carriage would have no chance at all!

Let alone the Japanese soldiers, how tough was the horse pulling the cart? On the battlefield, very few horses died when they were shot. Even the horse was lying on the ground and trying to lift its head up, but they didn't even hear the horse cry. This shows how powerful the firepower was. The horse was killed instantly!

The puppet army was just thinking about it when they heard someone in the Northeast Army suddenly burst into laughter.

At this time, someone actually laughed. The puppet soldiers looked over and saw that the person who was laughing was an old soldier.

Veterans generally refer to those who have served in the army for a long time, but this veteran does not just mean that he has served in the army for a long time, but that he is old enough, with wrinkles all over his face, which means he must be over 50 years old.

But the old soldier only laughed twice and then stopped abruptly, then he started to grin, so that the laughter sounded very strange.

"Call that brother to me!" the old soldier shouted again.

Under the old soldier's order, the old man really came. He was an ordinary man in his forties. It would be more accurate to say that he was escorted here rather than called here, because he was followed by two soldiers.

"You have no food and nothing, right? I'm going to ask you for it this time!" said the old soldier, "But you have a big iron pot, I want to stew horse meat!

Not only will I stew the horse meat, I'm also going to dig out a heart before it gets cold to see if it's black. If it isn't, I'll make a heart soup. Haha—" The old soldier was very proud, but he really shouldn't have laughed. He stopped laughing halfway, which made him look really weird!