Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

The Eighth Route Army did not seem to intend to attack the city immediately. After fighting for a while, the gunfire stopped and the modified trucks retreated 500 meters away. All this made the suppressed Japanese and puppet troops feel relieved. The brave ones simply stood up, stretched their muscles and relaxed their tension.

Captain Yuzuki was just like that! He loosened his grip on the command knife and straightened his body, which was not much taller than the battlements of the city wall, to relax.

But at this moment, the sound of a bullet breaking through the air suddenly rang out, and the back of the head of Captain Yuzuki, who had just been stretching his body, suddenly exploded, and red and white sprayed a large area on the city gate tower behind him.

Bang... The sound of the body coming into close contact with the bricks was heard, and Yumu fell on the wall, twitched a few times and then became motionless.

"Don't show your heads, hide..." Bai Xiaojiang shouted loudly, trying his best to hide his body behind the battlements. However, he was wondering in his heart who fired that shot just now. It was so damn accurate!
When Bai Xiaojiang shouted, the puppet soldiers also crouched down and continued to hide. Although the Japanese soldiers did not understand what Bai Xiaojiang was shouting, they still had the ability to hide on the spot and guard against snipers, so they also hid.

As a result, the atmosphere on the city wall, which had just breathed a sigh of relief, became even more tense. And this tense atmosphere lasted for more than ten minutes.

"You...try it out..." A Japanese soldier behind a battlement poked a puppet soldier next to him and spoke in as much Chinese as possible.

"What? What did you say?" The puppet soldier asked back, pretending not to understand.

"The Imperial Army asked you to explore the way and see if the Eighth Route Army is still going to fight?" At this time, the fat translator who was lying on the ground nearby shouted.

"Fuck you..." The puppet soldier cursed in his heart, but his face showed no emotion. He just nodded and bowed, then took off his hat and put it on the gun barrel, revealing the hat from the notch of the battlement.

Whoosh...bang...the hat was blown away, and then people heard gunshots coming from the east.

Seeing this scene, both the Japanese and the puppet army knew that the Eighth Route Army's sharpshooters had been watching this side, so everyone continued to lie down, at least they could still stay alive.

However, this kind of waiting is very torturous, especially when facing life and death at any time. People's spirits are tense and they feel that time is passing very slowly.

Of course, this kind of torment does not include the special forces members. After all, they know the ins and outs of the matter and have undergone very rigorous training. This kind of psychological pressure is not a big deal at all.

In such an agonizing attitude, no one paid attention to some details. For example, at a certain parapet, a special forces soldier stretched out a wooden stick and started beating it rhythmically.

As the beating continued, someone in the distance who had been observing with a telescope noticed the scene and translated the information conveyed by the beating of the wooden stick.

"The Japanese army commanded to return to the city, ask for help, and pay attention to the movements of the surrounding counties...

The translated text was given to Guo Zhongmin, who smiled: "In the past, we were eager to end this battle, but now we have to cooperate with the action. It is said that we are going to surround a point and attack the reinforcements. We have to attack this point, or even this so-called point, which can be taken down in minutes. What is this? Fishing?" While thinking about these irrelevant things, Guo was actually waiting for the devil's help. There is no way. It is easy to attack Ping'an County, but it depends on the ability to control the rhythm of the battle after Ping'an County mobilizes the surrounding devils.

In the north, Yangquan, South Gate, the rumbling sound of cars was getting closer and closer from the city, and then a convoy was seen driving out of the city and heading south.

At the same time, the Japanese troops were leaving the city from Shouyang, Xiyang, Heshun, etc. Most of these Japanese troops were a squadron marching in cars, followed by one or two puppet army battalions running behind. Their goal was also the same, which was the direction of Ping'an County.

Beep, beep... The radio started to sound and the news spread. Guo Zhongmin finally learned the movements of the Japanese and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Finally, I don't have to act so awkwardly! Communicator, pass on my order immediately. At the four gates in the southeast, northwest, and northeast of Ping'an County, the siege teams should immediately fire flares. Fire two red flares at each gate! Telephone operator, get through to the artillery platoon and tell them to fire at the Ping'an County defense headquarters according to the established target! Now, immediately, fire, 8 rounds!"

After giving the order, Guo Zhongmin let out a long breath, then took out a plain Sakura cigarette box from his pocket, took out the last cigarette, and lit it with a lighter.

When he exhaled a puff of smoke, flares were already rising in the sky above Ping'an County.

Chirp, chirp... flares continued to rise into the air with sharp whistling sounds, making the already tense atmosphere even more tense.

However, on the walls near the four city gates, some puppet soldiers who were unaware of the situation clearly heard officers or comrades around them sighing with relief. Then, in their horrified eyes, those who breathed a sigh of relief naturally raised their box guns and aimed at the imperial soldiers around them.

Bang, bang, bang... The box guns were firing at close range, and it was the special forces who were shooting... In just a few blinks of an eye, the Japanese soldiers who were hiding on the city wall, looking at the outside, fell to the ground one by one, and blood continued to flow out of the wounds on their bodies.

There were only about a hundred Japanese soldiers in total, and less than a hundred of them were stationed on the city wall. There were only about twenty or so at each city gate, probably less than two small teams of Japanese soldiers.

These Japanese soldiers were completely killed by the special forces' deliberate shooting before they even understood what was happening.

Then, the special forces members calmly took out red strips of cloth from their arms, wrapped them around their necks, and formed red scarves.

"Now, I order you to put down your weapons immediately, put your hands on your heads, squat here, and no one is allowed to move!" In the confused eyes of the puppet soldiers, the man who was their leader just now fired at the imperial army, and now he has issued an order to lay down his weapons. Naturally, the puppet soldiers hurried to surrender.

Thus, in less than a minute, all four city gates of Ping'an County were captured, and more than 800 puppet soldiers were captured here.

At this time, the sound of artillery shells whistled in the air, and then the city defense headquarters in the city was hit by artillery shells. (End of this chapter)