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Chapter 68 Chapter 068, the devils are in chaos
A person's life is both long and short.

It is long because it takes decades to complete this journey; it is short because when you look back on your life, you realize that it has come to an end!
In one’s life, one will encounter all kinds of things and meet all kinds of people.

Some people, when you meet, you pass by them and never meet again; some people, when you meet, you will become your confidant and accompany you through a period of life's journey; some people, when you meet, you will be attracted to each other, and then support each other to complete the rest of your life journey; some people, you have to face them from the moment you are born, grow up with their company, and finally accompany them until old age.

And when some people meet, strong sparks will collide between them until one of them is completely extinguished!

It is precisely people and things like this that make this life no longer so pale, but full of all kinds of colors!
For the Japanese soldiers of Suzuki Battalion and Miyamoto Battalion, their life journey today can be said to be black or red! And all of this is because they met each other in the dark night.

It was a dark night, the moonlight was covered by dark clouds, not allowing a single ray of light to penetrate. The only light source in Shuijiao Village was the flames from the houses ignited by the grenade explosion.

Under the flickering light of the fire, two groups of Japanese devils met unexpectedly on the street.

Without greeting each other, both sides tacitly raised the Type 38 rifles in their hands and pulled the trigger directly at the opposite side.

Bang...rows of gunshots rang out. Both sides suffered casualties and were looking for suitable cover.

Then, the melon grenades rolled under each other's feet. After the explosion, the next round of attack began.

"Kill..." the devils shouted, thrusting their bayonets straight up, engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the devils on the opposite side. In the end, one side fell down.

After the unexpected battle lasted about ten minutes, the two waves of Japanese retreated and found a suitable place. The two sides continued to confront each other and reported to the rear.

"Captain, we have penetrated deep into the Eighth Route Army's base and encountered fierce resistance! These Eighth Route Army soldiers are equipped with our equipment and have very high tactical skills, which are very similar to our tactics!"

"Captain, we have successfully entered the village, but we have been strongly blocked! The Eighth Route Army on the other side is better equipped than us, and has superb bayonet skills. We have suffered heavy losses!"

The report with similar but different contents was reported to Captains Miyamoto and Suzuki. Upon hearing the report, both captains frowned.

Strictly speaking, the troops these two led were not actually first-rate troops of the Japanese. Because the first-rate troops of the Japanese were those permanent divisions, and the 110th Division was a special division, which was inherently insufficient. Especially Suzuki, the 4th Independent Mixed Brigade he was in was only a low-level armed force, equivalent to the level of the security forces and the security army.

In the first battle in the village, more than twenty Japanese soldiers from Suzuki's battalion were killed by those from Miyamoto's battalion, and they finally managed to stabilize the front line.

"What? We encountered strong resistance? That's right! This means that the enemy is indeed the main force of the Eighth Route Army, and they haven't retreated yet, which means they are protecting the important units of the Eighth Route Army! You pigs in the command center, this is the military district headquarters of the Eighth Route Army! So, tell the front line that there will be flares in three minutes!" Captain Miyamoto said confidently. "Damn it... retreat, mobilize our remaining artillery fire, bomb, bomb this village!" Suzuki decided to use artillery bombing because he suffered a loss.

"Ha Yi! Captain, the Eighth Route Army is currently concentrated in the east and south of the village. Our troops have already occupied the west and north of the village, so the artillery unit needs to bombard..."

As if it was some kind of tacit understanding, three minutes later, the Suzuki Battalion fired several artillery shells into the village, and the Miyamoto Battalion also fired flares.

Under the illumination of the flares, the Japanese soldiers in the illuminated range quickly looked for dark places to hide, while the Japanese soldiers in the dark found the right opportunity to fire at the moving figures on the opposite side, completely ignoring you and me.

Identify the enemy? Don't be ridiculous. No matter how bright the flares are, the human eye needs time to adapt to the light from darkness! By the time they adapt, the Japanese have already run to the dark and hide. Who would expose themselves to the light to recognize each other? It is for this reason that the Japanese have to continue fighting, and the fight is getting more and more intense.

On the battlefield, the most effective way for both sides to identify the enemy is precisely the sound of gunfire, because different types of guns have different gunshots! Today, whether it is the Eighth Route Army or the Japs, they all use Japanese weapons, so the Japs' brains are not enough to burn, so they can only fight with their heads covered!
With the roar of artillery and the flash of flares, the Japanese soldiers of Miyamoto's battalion once again launched an attack. The distance between the two sides was only about a street away, so they soon fought again.

Swish, swish, swish... The bayonet reflected the light of the flare, and then stabbed fiercely into the chest of the "enemy" opposite, and then the gun was turned fiercely and pulled back.

Bang... The flying bullets directly pierced the bodies of the two "enemies". The Japanese soldier who fired the gun then bravely rushed forward and shot at the enemies behind him.

In short, at this time in Shuijiao Village, the Japanese were in chaos.

On the hilltop where the New 1st Regiment was located, north of Shuijiao Village, the soldiers all kept their eyes open, watching the battle in the village to the south. In the dark, no one could see the specific details, but the muzzle flames were flashing, the hot bullets were leaving a trail, and the light of the explosion opened everyone's eyes. When the flares lit up the night sky on this side of the village, everyone saw a faint figure flashing in the village.

"Military doctor, you can see clearly through the telescope, who are the Japanese fighting against?" Lowe asked in a low voice on the guerrilla side.

"Hehe, I don't understand it clearly either, but they are not fighting with our comrades! Look over there, are those running over the comrades who stayed in the village?" Li Yuexuan said, pointing to a group of soldiers coming from the south.

"Captain...it's us..." The faint light of the flashlight flashed towards the mountain as a signal, and Wei Ming and his team reached the mountain safely.

"Haha, you did a good job! Have you brought all the comrades back?" Li Yunlong asked.

"Brought them back... Look, one, two, three... Why are there two more?" Wei Ming felt something was wrong as he was counting. There were actually two more people in the team!
PS: The prototype of this battle: On the 21st, in order to maintain its rear supply line, the Japanese army dispatched more than 6000 people from Fuping and Quyang to attack the 1st Military Division from the east and west. The 1st Military Division moved at the right time, and the two Japanese troops fought each other in Hanjiayu Village, resulting in many casualties. Well, that was the anti-mopping-up incident this time.

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