Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

Chirp, chirp, chirp...Boom, boom, boom...The shells of the Type 92 infantry gun were quite powerful and exploded in the village from time to time. Some dilapidated old houses had collapsed, and only the bluestone walls of the village were still intact.

In the village, the soldiers who had just won a small victory were hiding in the corners, avoiding the random artillery shells. At this time, the difference between the regular army and the guerrillas was obvious! The guerrillas were hiding from the bombardment of artillery shells, but Platoon Leader Zeng and his men were arranging people to dig around the tunnel entrance.

"Here, dig this way! Put all the soil here to make our bulletproof wall!"

"Don't worry about the concealment of the tunnel entrance. The Japanese will occupy the village sooner or later. The tunnel entrance is convenient for entry and exit. At most, we can set up some booby traps when we evacuate! Here, Comrade Ma Dabao, come and help dig. I'll bury these grenades in the tunnel and string them when I leave!"

"Comrades, watch out. Digging trenches is not an easy task. We need to pay attention to the enemy's direction, the surrounding firing range, the height and the coordination! Of course, it's a bit redundant to say all this now. Let's dig like this, turn an angle from this side, and if possible, put the cat ear hole in this position..."

The comrades in the transport platoon were very tired, but considering the upcoming battle, they endured the pain all over their bodies and dug trenches little by little. The guerrillas were also enthusiastic, braving the artillery shells that came only once every minute to help dig trenches. Not to mention, working in their own yard, they had no shortage of tools, and the pickaxes and shovels were all from their own homes, so they could use them as they pleased.

The people in the village were digging, and the Japanese soldiers outside the village did not attack. Instead, they looked at the river valley behind them with anticipation. Some engineering teams were still resting on the mountain road.

Finally, after waiting for more than 20 minutes, the Japanese trucks came slowly over. There were more than 40 trucks in total, with mountain cannons on the back, artillery shells and artillerymen on the trucks, and even a squadron of infantry for protection.

"Damn it, the Japanese have massively increased their forces. So many cannons? And there are a large number of infantrymen behind them! This is bad, we must report this situation and notify the comrades in the village!" On the cliff on the side of the river valley in Guantao Township, the sentinels of the 1st Regiment of the Third Division discovered the traces of the Japanese. They were looking down from a high place and knew that the number of the Japanese was too large.

"Hurry up, call the headquarters and tell them the situation! Also, send three soldiers down the mountain to tell the comrades in the village about the situation! It's a pity that our regiment really can't spare many manpower, otherwise we could still offer some blocking force here!" After receiving the report from the sentry, the regiment commander gave the order decisively.

Soon, a messenger rushed out and ran all the way along the mountain path to the telephone point on the political commissar's side. Another way was to directly descend along the rope on the cliff and then go to the village.

Inside the village, after learning that the Japanese had massively increased their forces, Platoon Leader Zeng simply raised his wrist to check the time. Knowing that they would need to hold out for more than an hour before they could retreat, he said, "Go back and tell your regiment commander that we can hold out until the scheduled retreat time! By the way, you have a phone, right? Then pass a message to our regiment commander and tell him that we..."

Before Platoon Leader Zeng could finish his words, the sound of artillery shells whistled in the air. He didn't care about anything else and immediately shouted loudly: "Hide from the artillery and get into the tunnel! This is a large-scale artillery bombardment by the Japanese!" While shouting, Platoon Leader Zeng dodged into the dug trench, turned around and entered the tunnel, and at the same time did not forget to pull the messenger who had just spoken to him into the tunnel.

"Go back and tell your commander that we will hold out until the retreat. If it is not necessary, just evacuate early. Our commander is already prepared for the battle! As for the rest, forget it!" Platoon Leader Zhang didn't want to say anything more. Instead, he looked at the soldiers entering the tunnel one by one from the entrance, his eyes becoming firm and cold.

"Yes, I'll go back right away!" The messenger felt the cold murderous aura, whispered, and ran along the tunnel to the exit behind the village. He had to run out of the village, and then go a long way along the path to get back to the path up the mountain, which was much more difficult than coming down! Why didn't he hold the rope and go up the mountain? Do you think everyone is a special forces member? The soldiers of the local regiment are not that elite!
Boom boom boom... Boom boom boom... The dull sounds of explosions rang out one after another in the village. The soldiers in the tunnel felt the ground shaking, and their hearts were lifted up.

"Ha, another bombing like this. The Japs have no other tricks, right?" In the tunnel, Platoon Leader Zeng looked at the slightly nervous soldiers around him with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, it's okay. The Japs' mountain artillery can bombard targets on the ground. A trench and ordinary anti-artillery holes can block its bombing! Now we are in the tunnel, nothing will happen!"

"Platoon leader, we are not afraid of death, we really are not afraid of death! If the bombing continues like this, our village will probably be gone!" Ma Dabao lowered his head while speaking, looking very sad.

"What's there to be afraid of if the village is gone? As long as people are still here, we can just rebuild our homes! Xiao Ma, listen to me, no matter how the Japanese bombed the village today, we will return it sooner or later!" said Platoon Leader Zeng.

"Well, I believe it! You are right, as long as we are still alive, there is hope for everything! However, we can't just let go of the revenge for blowing up my house!" Ma Dabao's eyes also turned cold.

Chirp, chirp, chirp... Boom, boom, boom... The Japanese had a battalion-level artillery, with 12 mountain cannons bombarding at the same time, so within a few minutes, some houses that were still standing collapsed. Fortunately, the entrance and exit of the tunnel in the village were not next to the collapsed houses, and the Japanese shells did not hit the tunnel entrance, so everyone could still see the light outside.

The village walls were the most hated place by the Japanese! The reason why the Japanese could not capture these villages was because these solid village walls blocked their artillery bombardment, blocked the suppression of heavy machine guns, and provided shelter for the Eighth Route Army in the village. Therefore, after bombing the houses in the village for more than five minutes, the Japanese finally bombed the village walls.

In fact, the main goal of the Japs was to bomb these walls, and bombing the village was just the Japs' artillery calibrating their trajectory by bombing the village!
After calibrating the trajectory, a shell finally hit the bluestone of the village wall, blowing up stone chips and spreading dust all over the sky.

"Fuck you, immortal! You said that a half-meter-thick bluestone wall could block the bombardment of the Japanese artillery shells, but you didn't say it could block such a loud noise. My ears..." At a certain battle position on the wall, Captain Wang's ears were buzzing from the sound of the explosion, and he kept greeting other people's ancestors, but he didn't know whose ancestors they were... (End of this chapter)