Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

While the independent regiment and the new regiment were actively preparing for battle, the enemy's attack continued in Guantao Township, more than 10 miles to the south. At this time, the comrades of the first squadron of the Wu'anxi guerrilla brigade were guarding the village. Facing the endless attack of the enemy, the soldiers had already used up all the bullets in their guns, and even more than half of them were killed or wounded, leaving only more than 50 people who could still fight.

"Captain, all the wounded have been sent out. The comrades from the 1st Regiment of the Division have sent them to the north!" In the village, a soldier with a bandage on his shoulder staggered to Captain Wang of the st Squadron to report.

"Just send it out. Ma Dabao, did you bring back some bullets when you came back? We are out of bullets, and it's time to fight with bayonets next!" Captain Wang's eyes were red.

"We have no bullets. You know the situation of the 10st Regiment. We suffered too many casualties in the Yangyi battle and lost too much ammunition! By the way, when the stretcher team came, they brought us boxes of grenades and a box of shotgun shells!" said Ma Dabao.

"You son of a bitch! Why didn't you tell me that there were grenades and shotgun shells? Hurry up and distribute the grenades to the comrades. All of them have been distributed! Also, keep the shotguns set up. We can still withstand at least three more charges!" Captain Wang is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of dying in vain. We are not out of ammunition and food yet, we can still hold on for a while.

"Captain, the distribution has already been made! This is for you. It was given to me by my comrades from the first regiment. They want me to fill my stomach with food!" Ma Dabao was holding a Japanese lunch box in his hand. Inside was a gray dumpling that exuded the aroma of roasted wheat and various nectars.

"Yes, I'm just hungry! Uh uh..." Captain Wang seemed to be very hungry. He swallowed a piece of fried dough mixed with honey, which was about the size of a normal duck egg, in just a few bites. Then, as expected, he choked, but he was reluctant to spit it out. His throat was making a sound of ugh uh, and he stretched his neck, tilted his head back, and took a lot of effort to eat it.

"Captain, you were almost going to be the first non-combat casualty in our guerrilla team, and you choked to death!" At this time, a soldier who was 50% similar to Ma Dabao but younger said.

"Madaha, you ancestor, even if I die, I will die in a bloody battle with the Japanese! From the day your sister-in-law and niece were harmed by the Japanese, my life is no longer my own!" Wang Yitong's voice was hoarse, his eyes were red, and tears were flowing from the corners of his eyes. It was not known whether it was due to sadness or choking.

"Okay, no more nonsense, everyone disperse and get the grenades ready, the Japanese are about to attack!" Instructor Li of the guerrillas interrupted the soldiers and assigned tasks.

The soldiers also knew that the situation was urgent, and they quickly dispersed to various corners of the village. They put their bayoneted rifles beside them, and put other knives in convenient places. They inserted the 10 grenades they had just received into their special saddlebags, and held a grenades in their hands with the lid unscrewed and the drawstring hanging on their fingers, ready to throw them at any time.

Running out of ammunition and food is an extremely dangerous situation! Now, with the support of the Division 1 Regiment, comrades can only run out of bullets, but still have grenades, which is much better than before! Of course, comrades still hope that someone can send a large amount of bullets at this time, and it would be better if there are some reinforcements, which would be even more perfect.

Retreat? ? The guerrillas never thought about this question. Unless the superiors ordered to retreat, whoever retreated would be a bastard! Where is this place? This is where I grew up. Behind me is my home, and my family is hiding in the surrounding mountains! Retreating because of running out of ammunition and food, are you still a human being?
Not long after the guerrillas dispersed, the Japanese outside the village started moving again.

"Hojo, do you understand your mission this time?" In the river valley southeast of the village, the Japanese squadron leader Kawano asked a squad leader.

"I understand. We need to use endless attacks to wear down the Eighth Route Army in the village and finally secure victory! Don't worry, I won't let the imperial soldiers get within 150 meters of the village. The Eighth Route Army in the village has run out of bullets. We can completely fight with the advantage of our marksmanship!" Hojo Takahiro said in a serious tone.

"Yo, it's good that you understand! However, appropriate close approach is still necessary. After all, we can't guarantee whether the cunning Eighth Route Army has other means! Therefore, don't leave the Imperial Army assigned to you behind, let them take the lead! Losing ten Imperial Army soldiers is much better than hurting a soldier of our empire!" Kawano Masato said and waved his hand.

"Death to you..." Captain Hojo turned around, drew his command knife, and commanded 43 Japanese soldiers, who were guarding more than 150 puppet troops, to advance along the river valley and launch an attack. At the same time, Captain Kawano commanded the infantry guns and grenade launchers behind him to bombard the village again.

Chirp, chirp...Boom, boom, boom... Large and small artillery shells and grenades hit the village. The shock waves carried shrapnel everywhere, causing the trees in the village to shake continuously.

"It's the same trick again, can't the Japs try another trick?" Captain Wang squatted in his own cowshed inside the village wall, hiding his body close to the half-hollowed wall. He looked through the observation hole at the gravel road outside the village and the puppet soldiers approaching step by step. It was visible to the naked eye that the Japs were hiding behind the puppet soldiers, with only the sunlight reflected from their helmets swaying. This is where the Japs are vicious. With the help of the puppet soldiers' cover and using them as human shields, they can easily reduce their own losses. As the puppet soldiers gradually approached, the Japs' artillery bombardment stopped, because the Japs' shells also cost money, and even required a lot of effort to transport.

"The shelling has stopped, who is still alive? Shout!" At this time, Instructor Li shouted loudly, asking all the comrades to respond.

"Instructor, I'm still here!" Ma Dabao shouted.

"And me, I'm fine too!" Madaha continued shouting.

"And me..." Soldiers shouted out their positions one after another, but the instructor only heard 46 people shouting. In other words, at least 8 more soldiers were injured or killed in the bombardment.

"Who's close to Sadamu? Go take a look and see if he's still alive? And Nong Yijie, Shan Qicai and the others!" The instructor said, and quickly glanced at the approaching puppet soldiers, then flashed to a shotgun combat group and said, "Wait, if the puppet soldiers get close, shoot them, just fire two rounds, and after that, stay here and listen to my instructions!"

"Yes, instructor!" The three soldiers of the shotgun team answered in unison.

From the perspective of position, their shotgun group was facing the side of the puppet army, and there was an angle between them, which allowed the shotgun to exert its maximum power. From the perspective of safety, their combat position had a roof supported by logs above their heads and sandbag walls around them to block the shock wave, which was the safest position.

Even as they were talking, the puppet army was approaching, and Captain Wang flashed out from his house, came to the position of another shotgun combat group, and then stared at the approaching puppet army.

At 150 meters, he did not open fire, but watched the puppet army continue to move forward, and watched the Japanese stay at this distance and not move forward.

100 meters away, the Japanese machine gun group was already firing at the village from the ambush hillside. The puppet soldiers also became more cautious, crouching, taking small steps, ready to lie down at any time.

At 50 meters, Captain Wang could already see the appearance of the puppet soldiers clearly, and even recognized that the puppet soldier leading the group was Zheng Saner, the second-rate guy from Yangyi.

At this point, Captain Wang didn't plan to wait any longer and ordered in a calm voice: "Fight!"

Boom... The shotgunner opened fire, long snakes of fire spurted out, countless steel balls flew, and hit the front of the puppet army. Zheng Saner, who had just been walking carefully, now had no good flesh on his body and became one of the corpses lying on the ground.

At the same time, the shotgun on Instructor Li's side also fired, creating a death zone on the side and rear of the puppet army, taking away at least 20 puppet soldiers.

"Keep going, bomb!" One shell was not enough, so Captain Wang fired another one. Instructor Li also fired two shells in a row, taking away another twenty puppet soldiers.

However, that was the situation. They only had grenades in their hands, but no bullets in their guns. As long as the puppet soldiers didn't get close, they had no way to stop them! The rest of the battle was just grenades and bayonet fighting. (End of this chapter)