Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

Bang, bang...da da da...the fierce gunshots echoed in the snowy forest, adding a bit of liveliness to the cold and harsh winter.

Somewhere in the east of Erbin, there is a ridge covered with old forests, where the plains and mountains meet. Hundreds of Japanese devils, accompanied by thousands of puppet troops, climbed up from the low hillsides, and the battle line stretched out for several thousand meters. Their messy footprints trampled on the snow at random, adding many dirty marks to the white snow.

On the hill, beside the woods, the soldiers of the second special operations team held their weapons in their hands, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Japanese. Listening to the chaotic gunshots and watching the snowflakes falling after being hit by stray bullets, the special operations team members remained motionless, waiting for the Japanese to come to them.

"Fortunately, we brought enough bullets when we came here. The Japanese have been chasing us for seven days, right? They still won't give up!" The voice of deputy captain Zhou Haiming came to Bai Dashan's ears.

"So what? No matter how many of them come, they are all seeking death!" Bai Dashan curled his lips, but he pulled the beeswax on his face. The phrase "anti-cold wax" is not a line now, but a fact. You ask where the beeswax comes from? The last thing that the Ninth District lacks is honey. Well, it's not surprising that there is a lot of beeswax. Well, the beeswax that comrades are using now was seized from the bandit's den.

"Sanxi, have you found the Japanese commander?" Zhou Haiming turned his face to the other side and asked observer Liang Sanxi.

"At the 12 o'clock direction, 850 meters in a straight line, it's suspected to be the enemy's command system. There's an antenna shaking there." Sanxi's voice was firm, because the artillery telescope could see more clearly.

"Let the artillery team get ready. Two shells to kill that commander! 850 meters... the Japs really know how to find the distance." Bai Dashan gave the order and ignored it. As the Japs and puppet troops were getting closer, he was going to open fire as well.

After leaving the battle at the water station, the Special Operations Team 2 did not return to their original base, but played hide-and-seek with the Japanese in the forest and snow, wandering around for several days with the Japanese puppet soldiers who were chasing them. Today's battle was a battlefield preset by Bai Dashan, in order to give the Japanese a hard time, and after the battle, they quickly went to a safe place and resource point.

With the crunching sound of stepping on the snow, the Japanese puppet army was getting closer and closer to the woods on the mountain. In their observation, a line of horse hoof prints extended from the bottom of the mountain to the woods on the mountain, so the Japanese puppet army knew that they had not lost their target. And now, it was probably time to test the results of the pursuit.

500 meters away from the woods, slightly to the west, a Japanese soldier with a small mustache waved his hand and called over a Chinese officer: "Ye Sang, your Manchukuo army will lead the charge! You, go this way, go that way, and then surround them. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand..." Officer Ye nodded and bowed, and the thin braid behind his head, as thin as a rat's tail, swung back and forth.

The puppet army took action, which was not beyond Bai Dashan's expectations, because they had seen this happen many times. In Bai Dashan's view, the puppet army had no combat effectiveness, but was very annoying. One of the reasons was that eliminating these puppet troops would consume their own ammunition reserves, and would also expose their own positions, and then attract the enemy's artillery fire.

Now that they were once again faced with the puppet army taking the lead, Bai Dashan and the others looked at each other and saw the helplessness and sadness in each other's eyes. They thought, "Can this be considered Chinese?" How could they be willing to be traitors? However, this feeling soon disappeared, because Liang Sanxi saw that most of the puppet army in the attack had pigtails. Well, they were not Han Chinese, so there was no need to mention traitors.

"The Plain Yellow Banner, the Bordered Yellow Banner, follow me, the Plain White Banner..." The puppet Manchukuo army began to attack. More than 800 puppet soldiers were arranged in a scattered formation, gradually approaching the woods, and the battle line still maintained a horizontal span of 80 meters. Why is the span so large? On the one hand, there are many puppet soldiers, and on the other hand, there are more than 800 soldiers of the Special Operations Second Squadron, who are also arranged horizontally in a single line of more than meters.

At this moment, the special forces were defending in a long snake formation, and the puppet Manchukuo army was pushing forward with a multi-layer long snake formation, and the battle was about to break out. Then, some animal traps hidden in the snow were set off.

Snap... With a slight sound, a puppet soldier in the attacking army felt a pain in his calf, as if something had clamped it. Before he could react, the severe pain reset the signal received by his brain, making him feel an unprecedented pain. "Ah... Leg, leg, my leg is clamped..." With a scream, the unfortunate puppet soldier sat down in the snow, waiting for his comrades to rescue him.

However, before the rescue he was waiting for arrived, a dozen puppet soldiers around him howled like pigs being slaughtered because their legs were also caught in traps.

According to Fu Yu's tactics, these traps should have been hung with grenades to be used as mines, but this did not happen. The reason was that Bai Dashan and his men wanted to create some wounded soldiers for the Japanese and puppet troops, so that these wounded soldiers would drag down the energy of the Japanese and puppet troops. After all, the puppet soldiers with broken calves would not die and could not walk, so at least two puppet soldiers would be dragged down and sent back.

These are old skills, the special forces are very good at it, and the rest is the real battle. Of course, the comrades will not tell others that they set 33 traps and only caught 12 puppet soldiers. After all, there is nothing to brag about, puppet soldiers are much easier to catch than wild animals. What? Bragging? Yes, under normal circumstances, the hit rate of animal traps is not so high.

The injured puppet soldiers were fortunately sent down the mountain and would soon be able to ride sleds back to their bases, while the remaining puppet soldiers had to continue their attack, and they did not know what would greet them.

At 300 meters, the puppet army had not been attacked and was still moving forward, with the Japanese following behind; at 200 meters, the puppet army still had not been attacked and had even deployed machine gun fire points to aim at the woods. The Japanese stopped at 300 meters and raised their hands to measure the distance. It was obvious that the grenade thrower soldiers were following behind.

When the puppet troops were about 100 meters away from the edge of the woods, the woods finally moved. Amid the sound of gunfire, countless bullets flew out, killing only the puppet troops at the front. At the same time, mortar shells flew up into the sky, followed by grenade launchers. Fortunately, this was a winter forest, and these grenades that needed to be thrown high were not blocked by the branches.

The battle was fierce from the beginning. The special forces opened fire together on the battle line that stretched for more than 800 meters. The sound of submachine guns kept coming. Every short burst of fire could take the life of a puppet soldier.

The submachine guns dealt with the puppet soldiers, while the snipers and precision shooters in the team immediately eliminated the puppet soldiers who were in the way, and then aimed their guns at the grenade launchers further away. With the rhythmic sound of "pa pa", the Japanese soldiers who had just raised their thumbs were shot dead one by one.

"Brothers, charge forward, the Imperial Army will reward you..." An officer in the puppet army shouted loudly, but it seemed to be useless. Although the straight-line distance was only 100 meters, it was not on flat ground. There was a layer of snow several tens of centimeters thick underfoot, and every step was very difficult. So after just a few steps, many puppet soldiers were horrified to find that their comrades fell down one by one.

It has to be said that the efficiency of killing enemies with a submachine gun at close range is too high when there are enough bullets! Especially when the submachine gun is used by a special forces soldier with superb marksmanship.

Da da, da da da... The gunshots were crisp, the shells flew, and soon a magazine was emptied. In this regard, the special forces members were not panicked at all. They had put on chest mounts inside their cloaks, and the magazines were hanging on their chests. They could easily pick up and replace them with new ones. Moreover, the comrades cooperated with each other, and they did not have to worry about the enemy's bombing or long-range sniping.

That's right, just during the exchange of fire, the mortar shells and grenade launchers had also reached their positions and exploded around the target. Amid the explosions, a Japanese soldier carrying a radio was blown away, and several Japanese officers were also blown up around him. The same thing happened with the machine guns, which were the favorite targets of grenade launchers.

As for those who looked like officers mixed in with the puppet army, they were the work of precision shooters and snipers. They could just pull the trigger and take them away with one bullet.

The battle lasted less than three minutes and ended. Whether it was submachine guns or semi-automatic weapons, the special forces had basically consumed at least two magazines of ammunition. The result of the battle was that the more than 3000 puppet troops who participated in the attack fled in panic after leaving behind more than 1000 corpses and even more wounded, and rushed directly into the enemy's team. (End of this chapter)