The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 2390 Bloody Bait
It finally got dark and there was no more gunfire.

The monkey's nest was the highest among the nearby mountains, but the Japanese army did not dare to make any light now, so the mountain remained pitch black.

When the Japanese soldiers on the mountain looked down, they naturally saw a vast expanse of darkness.

According to convention, the Chinese army would not launch an attack on the Japanese army in the dark, but the Japanese army was also secretly on guard. Although there was no large-scale fighting during the day, the intermittent gunfire never stopped.

Moreover, there is no doubt that the Japanese army suffered losses. Not only were the Japanese soldiers on the mountain killed by the sharpshooters of the Chinese army at the foot of the mountain, but the team they sent down the mountain to attack the heavy machine gun positions of the Chinese army also failed to come back.

As for how many Chinese soldiers were killed by the Japanese army, the Japanese troops on the mountain naturally knew nothing about it.

Also knowing nothing about the battle situation was Zhou Jingyong, commander of the 226th Regiment.

When it was getting dark, Zhou Jingyong, Menzi and his eldest nephew were no longer in the middle of the valley, but were with the people of the 223rd Regiment.

On the one hand, the complex terrain in the valley made it difficult to advance, and on the other hand, they did not know the password of the 223rd Regiment. If a regimental commander of such a high rank did not know the password of the friendly forces and was misunderstood by his own people, then this would be a very serious matter.

If something like that really happened, I guess everyone in the entire division would say that he, Zhou Jingyong, did not die in battle but died of stupidity!
Even now, Zhou Jingyong has not figured out how to report today's battle situation to the deputy division commander after he returns, which makes him feel regretful.

Before dark, he had asked people from the 223rd Regiment to go to the front to look for Xiao Boji and Shang Zhen and the others. However, he didn't know whether the people he sent out were a little late or failed to find Xiao Boji and the others. In any case, no news about the battle situation at the front was sent back.

"Forget it, let's go back!" Zhou Jingyong said helplessly.

But just when he was about to go back, he suddenly heard a faint shout from the front!

The shout must have come from at least a few hundred meters away from where they were. But the night was so quiet that the sound traveled far away, and they could tell it was a scream.

Zhou Jingyong stood up with a bang. He subconsciously looked forward, but what could he see except darkness?

"Are our people injured?" a soldier from the 223rd Regiment who was with him asked in confusion.

"I can't hear it clearly. It sounds like it's quite tragic, but it's not certain. It might be the Japanese devils." Another soldier said, but he could only guess.

Everyone stopped talking and listened attentively.

After listening for a while, there was no sound. Just when they were about to give up, suddenly another scream was heard, and this time the sound sounded clearer than the previous one.

It was like a scream, a howl like a wild beast.

"They are not our people. Our people cannot make such noise." Another soldier analyzed.

But before he could finish his words, the sound of "da da da" of Japanese light machine gun fire suddenly came from the front.

At the beginning there was only one, but then there were three or four. The sound was like firecrackers during the New Year, and it was impossible to tell the number of them!
But the gunshots came and went quickly, and lasted for less than a minute before they suddenly stopped!
"What are you doing so late at night?" Zhou Jingyong couldn't help but say angrily.

Of course, Zhou Jingyong had fought against the Japanese army with his regiment, but he had never encountered a situation like this.

Someone was shouting in the night, and the Japanese devils were firing at full speed again. However, because it was already dark where they were, he, as the head of a regiment, could neither see the battle situation in front of him nor figure out what was happening. How could he not be annoyed?

Moreover, since the terrain was too complicated, he wanted to send someone to the front to ask, but who could walk among those rugged mountains?

"Captain, let's go back." Zhou Liqian spoke. Now that there were more people around, he could no longer call him uncle, and could only call him captain.

Zhou Jingyong didn't say anything, but the gunshots rang out again. As soon as they heard the gunshots, they understood that it was the firing of a Czech light machine gun. The gunshots echoed in the valley, but Zhou Jingyong and his men couldn't figure out where the bullets were fired.

The sound of the Czech light machine gun firing seemed to be just a "primer", followed by intensive gunfire, which must have been the Japanese troops on the mountain opening fire.

"What are they going to do up there? Are they planning to attack the mountain in the dark?" a soldier speculated.

"How is it possible? Who can attack Mahakala?" another soldier answered.

At this moment, a "meteor" suddenly rose high in front.

"The Japs are firing flares!" a soldier shouted.

At this time, the "meteor" that rose into the sky began to shine brightly, and Zhou Jingyong and his friends saw the sky ahead become bright.

But what does it matter if the sky is bright? The flares are still far away from them. They are now in a forest. All they can see are the swaying green leaves of the trees and the faintly shining sky between the leaves.

"Damn it, I don't want to watch it anymore, let's go back!" Zhou Jingyong finally got anxious.

Zhou Jingyong walked back with a sigh. The soldier who was responsible for escorting them back held a flashlight with a cloth covering the front to illuminate them.

Everyone was very careful. They had to be careful not to bump into trees or trip over rocks, and they had to be careful to turn off the flashlights once they left the woods, in case there were Japanese soldiers watching, right?

Zhou Jingyong left, but tonight was destined to be a restless night. Not long after they left, faint screams were heard from Houersaifang again, followed by gunshots.

The gunshots stopped after a while, and then after a short while, there were screams and gunshots again.

This situation continued until dawn the next day when it finally stopped.

When it was just getting light, Shang Zhen, Xiao Boji and others were behind a huge rock.

"Brother, would you like a cigarette to refresh yourself?" Xiao Boji asked Shang Zhen.

Shang Zhen waved his hand. He never developed the habit of smoking.

Xiao Boji lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, saying incoherently, "Brother, you don't smoke either. How bad would it smell if you were hiding among the dead in the summer war?"

"Just pretend that the nose is not yours, what else can you do about it?" Shang Zhen replied.

Soldiers who have experienced bloody battles usually smoke. Why do they smoke? Relieving mental stress is only one aspect, and another important point is to resist the stench of corpses produced by human decay.

There is no difference between a dead person and a dead pig. There is an indescribable stench that is unbearable for ordinary people.

"Okay, let's just leave this guy here and retreat. It's time for the protagonist to appear." Shang Zhen said.

After Shang Zhen said this, everyone picked up their weapons and retreated under the cover of the boulder. On a tree next to the boulder, a Japanese soldier with his head drooped was tied up.

The Japanese soldier's body was soaked in blood, with no good place left. If one had to describe it, one could only say that he "enjoyed" the torture of being cut into pieces!
When Hu Sheng and his men were attacking the Japanese troops who were using grenade launchers, they actually captured a person alive.

Don't tell Shang Zhen and the others about treating prisoners well. All they talk about is making the best use of things or animals.

He had to shout. If he didn't shout, how could he attract the Japanese soldiers on the mountain to shoot from time to time?