Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

The district team, or more precisely the Xu Ting guerrilla team of Zanhuang County, is a local team led by three wounded veterans, with members selected from the militia of a dozen villages around Xu Ting.

In the past two years, due to special circumstances, there was a requirement to streamline the military and localize the military forces. As a result, some main forces were transferred to local forces, and some injured veterans directly left the team and returned to the village to serve as militia.

This district team was established under such circumstances! Three veterans with combat experience took the lead, and the organization also gave them 1 Type 3 rifle, 4 shotguns, 5 shotguns, Type rifles, and two semi-automatic rifles as weapons. Of course, there was no shortage of weapons such as grenades and mines. Zanhuang had a military workshop that specialized in producing shotgun shells, grenades, mines and other explosives.

Therefore, this guerrilla force of only 47 people had very good equipment! Well, at least they had light machine guns, semi-automatic rifles, and Type rifles, which was good!

Boom... As the mines buried on the mountain road exploded, a battle that has never been recorded in history began on this nameless hillside!

When the mine exploded and rocks flew everywhere like flowers from the sky, a dozen guerrillas who had been herding sheep since childhood and had 17 years of experience, even though they were only 10 years old, rushed out from behind the ridge on the other side of the explosion. Each of them was holding a large militia grenade in his hand, dragging a red tasseled spear, and even had a sheepherding whip stuck on his waist.

Boom boom boom... Before the dozen militiamen could get to their positions, the three ambushing shotguns opened fire! Long flames shot out from a long distance, black smoke rose up, and thousands of steel ball fragments flew towards the Japanese. In a flash, half of the Japanese were killed! There was no way, the Japanese had lost their fighting spirit, and the team was dragged far away, and they really couldn't take care of them.

"Everyone open fire, use the Type 99 rifles to shoot the last few Japs!" The district captain gave the command calmly. Seeing that the shotgun was working well and half of the Japs were gone, he gave the order to start shooting.

The Type 99 rifles fired at the back of the Japanese troops. The district captain and the deputy captain each had a semi-automatic rifle and chose to shoot those living Japanese soldiers who were holding flags. As for the rest of the team members, there was no specific command, it all depended on their individual performance!
At this moment, the guerrilla fighter on the opposite mountain ran to the position, pulled the rope of the grenade in his hand with his mouth, and threw it down with a whoosh.

Boom boom boom... In the Japanese army, more than a dozen grenades exploded, black smoke rose, and fragments flew everywhere, instantly knocking over more than a dozen Japanese soldiers. Although the militia grenades were loaded with black powder, they were loaded with a lot of gunpowder, the shell was thin, and there were pre-made fragmentation grooves, so there were quite a few fragments, and each explosion had dozens of fragments.

Well, the Japanese were miserable! They followed the army to reinforce, but were blown up as soon as they arrived. They finally returned to the county town, and went back to their own places. But the county town didn't give them any food, and told them to go back to the base to eat. Well, they walked all the way back. The Japanese were very patient.

The result was that when they were getting close to the stronghold, less than 2000 meters away in a straight line, they were hit by landmines, shotguns sweeping across, Type rifles hitting their tails, and grenades exploding inside the team.

That's not all. There were attacks on both sides. The main thing was that when you looked to the left, you saw someone attacking you on the right. When you looked to the right, you saw a grenade thrown at you from the left... The final result was that when the district captain led his men to charge, out of the 34 Japanese soldiers, only 7 were standing. They were a little confused and didn't know where to point their guns. It was obvious that they were new recruits with no experience.

The captains didn't care about that. As long as they were Japanese devils, as long as they were wearing that skin, they were the enemies who massacred the whole village and bullied the sisters! When enemies meet, they are particularly jealous of each other. This sentence is most applicable to these guerrillas who have a blood feud with the devils!
Bang...bang...bang...the charging team members, who were holding shotguns and double-barreled shotguns, opened fire when they were more than ten meters away from the Japanese. The iron sand, with hatred, directly covered the seven Japanese soldiers, and made countless bloody holes on their bodies.

Before these Japanese soldiers could collapse to the ground, the soldiers holding red tasseled spears rushed forward, decisively stabbed at the chests of the Japanese soldiers, and gave them a chest X-ray with the tip of the spear.

As a result, the Japanese soldiers who should have fallen to the ground were held up by at least three red tasseled spears and could not fall down at all! At the same time, the district captain and his men were not idle either, directing some team members carrying guillotines and butcher knives to finish off the fallen Japanese soldiers one by one! Finishing off, this term is a very important part of the drill manual of these veterans, because no one dares to guarantee that the one who fell to the ground is dead!

The sound of bones being cut off continued to ring out, and the heads of the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground were chopped off one by one, rolling to the side. The blood also gradually gathered together with the eruption from the neck, forming small pools of blood on the mountain road.

"Erlang, Goudan, Tiezhu, your group will go to the top of the hill and keep an eye on the movements at the stronghold! As for the rest of you, let's clean up the battlefield together! Remember our discipline, all the spoils must be returned to the public, especially the floating property on the devils, we will collect it and go buy food and cloth together to increase the wealth of our team! Okay, action..."

Standing in front of the Japanese corpses, the district captain was full of energy, and then led everyone to loot the Japanese corpses! The district team was relatively poor, and at this time, even needles and thread were treasured, so it didn't take long before all the Japanese corpses were stripped clean, even the blood-stained loincloths were not spared! Well, a few dead Japanese were incontinent, so everyone had no choice but to give up the loincloths.

When everyone left here, each guerrilla had a bag on his back, a newly captured Type 38 rifle on his shoulder, a Japanese armed belt tied around his waist, and an ammunition box hung on it intact. It must be said that although the Japanese had a weak force, they still had enough ammunition. At least this time when they went to reinforce, the Japanese had full ammunition.

Of course, the bullets these devils carried have now become the guerrillas' spoils of war. 34 devils, 30 infantrymen, and 4 machine gunners, a total of 4200 bullets!

Oh, by the way, during the battle just now, the Type 10 light machine gun given by the organization jammed after firing rounds of bullets. Just then, we captured another Type light machine gun, and the guerrillas now have two light machine guns. We don’t have to worry about them breaking down at the critical moment. After all, two Type light machine guns can’t break down at the same time, right? (End of this chapter)