Bright Sword: From Northwest Shanxi to Shangganling

Chapter 82: Devil Pilot

Although the weather has started to get warmer in April, it is still a little chilly when standing on the top of the mountain and being blown by the wind.

Outside Xiejia Village, old man Xie, who was sitting on the top of the hill, wrapped himself in his sheepskin coat and looked up at the three sheep, one big and two small, not far away. These sheep amounted to his entire fortune.

Whether we can have a good Chinese New Year depends on these sheep.

But when he looked up, Old Xie felt something was wrong. There was something flying towards him in the distant sky.

Old Xie rubbed his eyes hurriedly, hoping it wasn't an eagle. Old Guo from the neighboring village had his lamb taken away by an eagle, and he almost cried to death.

However, when Old Xie saw clearly what it was, he jumped up. Although he did not recognize the airplane, he recognized the plaster flag.

"Devils!" Old Xie slapped his thighs with both hands and said in horror.

Old Xie reacted quickly and hurried to drive his sheep. No matter what the Japanese came for, he could not let his sheep be exposed to them. What if they were snatched away?
After driving the sheep back to the village, Old Xie hurriedly found the village chief and said, "Village chief, it's bad, there are Japanese invaders on the south slope!"

"What? How come the Japanese suddenly appear here!" The village chief was shocked when he heard this.

There were no artillery towers or strongholds around Xiejia Village. Even if the Japanese were to raid it, it was impossible for them to suddenly appear in Xiejia Village.

"Go and have a look! It's coming down from the sky!"

"In the sky?" The village chief was even more confused.

"It was a big iron bird, which landed on the south slope with smoke coming out of it. There was a Japanese plaster flag on the iron bird."

"Plane! It's a plane!" The village chief was knowledgeable and understood what was going on as soon as he heard it.

There is a war going on in Shaohukou in the north now, and this plane might have come from there.

After figuring it out, the village chief hurried out of the house, picked up the broken gong at the door and started to knock it.

This was the signal for the militia to assemble.

Although Xiejia Village is fifty or sixty kilometers away from the Dayunshan base, the guerrillas have already developed here and assisted each village in establishing its own militia organization.

Of course, these villages may not all be willing to have anything to do with the Eighth Route Army, but no one would object to having their own militia guards. After all, the world is very chaotic now.

The guerrillas did not say much about some villages' unwillingness to contact them, but allowed each village to make its own choice.

Under the current situation, except for Dayun Mountain, the forces in the rest of the Zhongyun Mountains are complicated and it is difficult for the local government to manage them all.

However, Xiejia Village was very accepting of the Eighth Route Army, and many villagers joined the county brigade.

After the village chief beat the gong to summon the militia, he immediately led the team straight to the south slope.

When they arrived, they saw two Japanese soldiers circling around the plane.

"Mr. Koizumi, people are coming." A Japanese pilot saw the villagers gathering around him.

These people didn't look like they were here to welcome them. After all, each of them held a red tasseled spear, and some even carried homemade spears.

"Damn it! Mizutani, be alert!" Koizumi's face changed drastically when he turned around and saw this scene.

He was well aware of the hostility of the local civilians towards the locust army.

"boom!"

Koizumi pulled out a pistol and fired a shot into the sky, then drew a line on the ground. The meaning was obvious: he would shoot if anyone crossed the line.

Hearing the gunshots, the surrounding militia slowed down their pace, but did not stop. Instead, they began to disperse to make room for the earthen rifles in the rear.

Koizumi and Mizutani broke out in cold sweats as they watched the villagers slowly approaching.

Although they were carrying pistols, each pistol only had 8 bullets. Even if they shot one at a time, it would not be enough to kill all the enemies.

Once you run out of bullets, you can imagine what will happen.

"Boom!"

Koizumi fired two more shots into the air, then pointed the gun at the villagers and said fiercely: "Bakayaloo! I will kill anyone who dares to take another step forward!"

Koizumi did not dare to open fire at the crowd easily, although this might scare them away, it might also completely enrage them.

So Koizumi didn't dare to gamble. He was different from those infantrymen, and his life was very precious.

Although the villagers did not understand what Koizumi was shouting, they could see the threat of the pistol, and gradually stopped walking, but did not evacuate. The two sides fell into a strange standoff.

Ma Zhiyuan, who was a little unsure of the direction, also heard the gunshots and immediately shouted, "Over there! Come on, follow me!"

At the same time, the Japanese squad was also rushing here.

More than ten minutes later, when Ma Zhiyuan and his men rushed to the scene, the two sides were still in a standoff.

"Fellow villagers, it's very dangerous here, please retreat quickly! Leave this to us."

"Comrades of the Eighth Route Army, you must not let them go," said the village chief.

"Don't worry, we, the Eighth Route Army, are dedicated to fighting the Japanese." Ma Zhiyuan assured, patting his chest.

After the villagers left, Ma Zhiyuan waved his hand and said, "Disperse! Go!"

Faced with the reconnaissance platoon that was rushing towards them, the two men had no chance of resistance with only their pistols and were quickly pinned to the ground.

After searching the Japanese soldiers' bodies thoroughly, they found that there were no dangerous goods, so they tied them up and gagged them.

However, just as Ma Zhiyuan circled the plane a few times and was about to ask the villagers to help tow the plane away, the scouts stationed on the periphery suddenly ran over.

"Platoon leader, the devils are coming! There's a squad!"

When Ma Zhiyuan turned his head, he saw the Japanese soldiers climbing over the hillside a few hundred meters to the east.

"What a pity!" Ma Zhiyuan said, looking back at the plane.

Although the reconnaissance platoon's equipment was not much worse than that of the Japanese, they still could not engage in a head-on conflict with the Japanese.

"Bring a pack of explosives! Blow up the Japanese plane!" Ma Zhiyuan ordered.

The reconnaissance platoon has three squads, each with 3 people. In addition to a Czech light machine gun and a grenade launcher, they usually carry 13-2 packs of explosives for blasting when necessary.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon climbed onto the wings of the Japanese plane, pulled the string of the explosive pack and threw it directly into the cab.

Then he jumped out of the plane and started running.

"boom!"

With a loud explosion, the Japanese plane was blown into two halves, and then a big fire broke out.

Ma Zhiyuan had already sent people to Xiejia Village to notify the villagers to evacuate. Now that the plane had bombed, there was no need for the reconnaissance platoon to stay.

"withdraw!"

Although the Japanese pilot struggled frantically, it was useless facing dozens of people.

When the Japanese arrived at the scene, they saw the burning plane and wanted to put out the fire, but they were powerless and could only watch the plane burn to a skeleton.

Even when the plane was burning, the remaining bullets in the plane exploded, and some unlucky Japanese were killed on the spot.

When Hirosuke Takada learned that the plane had been burned, he sat there in a daze without saying a word.

Regardless of whether he was responsible for the plane being shot down or not, he would be blamed. Being transferred to a local garrison was already the best outcome for him. If things got worse, he would have to return to his homeland to intervene in the reserve.

When Chen Chengxing saw the Japanese pilot brought back by Ma Zhiyuan, he almost laughed out loud.

The soldiers tied up the hands and feet of the two pilots, then found a wooden stick and carried them back like pigs.

The Japanese pilots who were treated like this had given up resistance and looked like they had lost all hope in life. This was truly too humiliating, as they had been criticized a lot along the way.

Although they couldn't understand what the Chinese were saying, they were sure that it was definitely not something good.

"These two guys keep resisting, so this is all we can do." Ma Zhiyuan said helplessly.

If the regiment commander had not said to bring the Japanese back, the two of them would have been thrown into the plane and cremated together.

"Do you want to untie it?" Ma Zhiyuan asked.

"No need, just take your men directly to the brigade headquarters. Your superiors will definitely credit you with a great achievement." Chen Chengxing waved his hand.

There is no use keeping these two people in his hands. The New Second Regiment has no planes, and it is impossible for it to have independent planes. Keeping them will only waste his food.

(End of this chapter)