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Platoon Leader Zeng's judgment was wrong! Yes, it was wrong, because the Japanese did not attack or fire, but gathered together to hold a meeting.

The reason for this is that in the previous battle, the Japanese estimated the number of machine guns in the village and came to a conclusion - the people in the village are an important combat unit of the Eighth Route Army and must be taken seriously! If possible, it would be best to find a mountain road that bypasses them and launch a sneak attack from behind!
What was the basis for the Japanese to judge? First of all, the number and type of machine guns, which the Japanese thought was very important! Platoon leader Zeng and his men sent 6 Type 6 light machine guns to the guerrillas. The sound was clearly audible in the battle, and the Japanese naturally knew that this was a Type light machine gun that they looked down upon. But it was because of these Type light machine guns that the Japanese thought the Eighth Route Army in the village was very elite!
After all, the Type 6 rifle was a weapon exclusively used by the Japanese. It was impossible for it to fall into the hands of the Eighth Route Army for no reason, right? It must have been captured in battle! How could a unit equipped with Type rifles captured in battle be an ordinary unit? What's more, there were grenade launchers and other machine guns in it, and the firepower was sustained for a long time, as if bullets were free!
In addition to the thick wall outside the village, and the fact that the entire village is much larger than other villages, the houses in the village are obviously better than other villages... Well, many houses in the village were blown down, but you can still get a general idea, right?
In short, the Japanese regarded Guantao Township as a key defensive unit of the Eighth Route Army and planned to launch a powerful attack, and even wanted to mobilize the air force!

Forget about the air force. The Pacific War has drawn too many resources. Gangcun doesn't plan to use the air force if he can avoid it. But other methods must be used!
"Taijun, I have asked all the Imperial Army. The people closest to here are from Yangyi in the south. They are not familiar with the terrain here, so they don't know if there are any small paths leading into the mountains! Moreover, the mountains here are steep, and the Eighth Route Army is best at ambushes in the mountains. We can't use our weaknesses to fight against the Eighth Route Army's strengths!"

In the Japanese meeting room, the captain of the Imperial Army expressed his ideas in a mixture of broken Japanese and Chinese.

"Baga... Just a small village, but it actually blocked our offensive! Unfortunately, we have no tanks or armored vehicles, so we can only use special bombs!" The Japanese captain Banjing thought for a while and decided to use poison gas bombs. However, after making this decision, he looked at the valley outside and felt that the use of poison gas bombs would not be great.

Why? At this time, there was a strong mountain wind blowing along the river valley, and it was difficult for the poison gas to form an effective dispersion area.

But no matter what, the necessary means must be used. It is almost 9 o'clock in the morning, and we cannot delay the plan to encircle and suppress the Eighth Route Army Headquarters!
The Japanese were holding a meeting to discuss how to capture the village, while Platoon Leader Zeng and his men in the village were making final preparations before retreating.

Yes, Zeng's platoon leader Ou Anduan made a mistake, but that didn't stop him from being able to adapt to the situation! At the beginning, everyone was bored in the tunnel, bandaging the wounded and waiting for the bombing to come, but they waited in vain. So, Zeng and his platoon leader first came out of the tunnel carefully, then carried the guerrillas who died in the village back to the tunnel entrance and buried them directly in the trenches they had dug before.

After doing all this, the time was almost up, so Platoon Leader Zeng decided to set up some booby traps in the village and then retreat.

Inside the tunnel, as a large bundle of corn stalks was placed at the entrance to block the sunlight coming in, everyone completed their preparations for retreat.

"Platoon Leader Zeng, blocking the entrance to the tunnel like this is like drawing a long worm and adding a few legs to it? After all, we are planning to hang grenades in the tunnel!" asked Captain Wang.

"That's superfluous! You need to study more in the future!" Instructor Li shouted loudly so that Captain Wang's buzzing ears could hear the sound.

"The principle is simple. Disguise yourself. You will feel a sense of accomplishment when the Japanese find you! Anyway, we have arranged everything we should. We will not see how the Japanese play! Let's go, let's go..." With a call from Platoon Leader Zeng, the soldiers in the tunnel left one after another, and at the same time, they did not forget to carry the wounded. Platoon Leader Zeng, who stayed at the end, hung trip ropes everywhere under the illumination of the flashlight in Instructor Li's hand, and arranged 10 booby traps in the tunnel. The situation is similar to this side in the other two tunnels, which are also coordinated by the transport platoon and guerrillas.

The reason for this is that the transport platoon will most likely not come back, but the guerrillas do have to go home! Once the enemy fails to trigger all the booby traps, the guerrillas who know the location will have to personally remove the danger! It's cool to blow up the enemy with booby traps, but it's not good to accidentally hurt your own people...

Platoon Leader Zeng and his men quickly got out of the tunnel and found the cart they had brought with them in a hidden place in the north of the village. The remaining ammunition and other things from the battle were placed on the cart, and the wounded were also placed on the cart. Everyone pushed the cart and quickly retreated along the mountain road.

Because of the high mountains in the north and low mountains in the south and the curvy terrain, the Japanese soldiers did not notice the retreat of Platoon Leader Zeng and his men, but prepared in an orderly manner according to the established battle plan. At the artillery position, the Japanese soldiers wearing chemical protective suits carefully carried out the specially marked shells and loaded them into the gun barrels.

"Shoot..." The Japanese soldiers wearing gas masks waved flags and fired poison gas bombs one after another.

Boom boom boom... dull explosions followed by poisonous gas spreading everywhere, covering the entire village with a strange fog. But soon, the mountain wind carried the poisonous gas southward, almost covering the Japanese troops preparing to attack. Fortunately, the Japanese used tear gas that evaporated quickly, and did not accidentally injure their own people.

When the time was almost up, the Japanese launched another attack. Some of them wearing gas masks and holding Type 38 rifles in their hands approached the village carefully.

600 meters, 300 meters, 50 meters... the Japs entered the village safely, and then saw the quiet and terrifying village.

"Hey, the poison gas bomb is taking effect!" The leading Japanese squad leader was secretly delighted. Isn't this a military achievement?

Then, they dispersed and searched the village, but they could not find the Eighth Route Army soldier who was supposed to have been suffocated. Only someone with sharp eyes spotted an Eighth Route Army cap on a pile of dirt.

"Baga, how could this happen?" The sharp-eyed Japanese soldier grabbed his military cap, wanting to know why this happened, but completely ignored the white smoke rising from his feet... (End of this chapter)