Anti-Japanese War: I have unlimited assistance

Chapter 231 To fight or not to fight?
The straight-line distance from Shouyang County to Meng County is about 30 kilometers.

However, this section of the road is full of gullies, and whether you take the highway or the trail, the actual distance is nearly 40 kilometers.

This is the distance that infantry normally march in one day. The Japanese's regular marching speed is 50 kilometers per day.

Ushijima Tsunemi felt that it was not good to move too fast, as it would be easy to be ambushed.

It's not good to be too slow either. By the time the troops slowly arrive, the Eighth Route Army will have already disappeared.

There is a village called Pangzhuang Village next to the highway due north of Shouyang County. There is a hill on the left side of Pangzhuang Village.

At this time, several members of the Blade Commando were lying on the top of the hill, staring at the direction of the road.

"The Japanese planes have been gone for a long time, why haven't the Japanese come yet..."

"My hands have been itching. It must be because I haven't killed any Japanese soldiers in the past few days."

Duan Peng held a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth and stared at the road with sharp eyes, with a hint of murderous intent.

"Who knows? Maybe the Japs are scared."

Captain Wang Xikui said in a low voice.

"Brother Xizi, how many devils have you killed?"

Lu Yingjun asked.

Wang Gensheng was also a member of the second combat team, but this time he did not participate in the reconnaissance and catching spy missions. He was assisting the main force in laying mines.

"Almost 30, Changsheng, how many have you killed?"

Wang Xikui answered in a low voice, and then asked back.

Brother Xizi's marksmanship ranks among the top three in the New 1st Regiment. He was a sharpshooter in the Red Army period.

After training in the Blade Commando, his marksmanship has been improved to a higher level, and after using the Mauser sniper rifle, he has become even more powerful.

With the cooperation of the Blade Commandos, almost every battle was a killing spree.

but.

Because the Blade Commando is a special forces unit and generally only performs special missions, Li Yunlong would not use them to fight the Japanese unless it is absolutely necessary.

So each battle ended in a very short time. If it was a head-on fight with enough bullets, Brother Xizi could knock down at least 20 Japanese soldiers in one battle.

Lu Yingjun said, "I only have 7, I still need to work hard."

Wang Xikui looked at Duan Peng: "Dapeng, what about you?"

Dapeng is Duan Peng's code name. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, including iron sand palm and tree climbing. He has profound internal strength, upright character, and is resolute and brave.

He was liked by Wang Xikui very much, so Wang Xikui asked him to join the second combat team.

"I can't, there are only 5."

Although Duan Peng had just joined the army, he had already taken the lives of five Japanese soldiers. No matter which unit he was in, he could be considered a hero.

However, this record is only at the bottom among the Blade Commandos.

"Yes, you are much better than me. I only killed one enemy in half a year after joining the Red Army. You will have many opportunities to kill devils in the future."

Wang Xikui comforted him.

This is the truth. Although Duan Peng and Lu Yingjun's combat skills are average among the Blade Commandos, among ordinary soldiers, they are at least close to the level of a king of soldiers.

In terms of skills, Duan Peng and Lu Yingjun are both top-notch, especially Lu Yingjun, whose skills rank first in the Blade Commando and even the entire New 1st Regiment.

No one could beat him in a one-on-one fight, and he was in a mess all of a sudden. Everyone called him the modern Lu Bu.

However, their marksmanship is not a big problem. Although they are not the top-notch shooters, there are enough bullets in the new group, and they can be fed with bullets to become top-level shooters.

"Brother Xizi, there's movement."

Suddenly, Duan Peng's expression changed, and his gaze on the road became sharper.

Wang Xikui raised his telescope and looked towards the end of the road, and sure enough, he saw a group of Japanese soldiers appear in his sight.

"The damn Japs are finally out."

Wang Xikui cursed and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Leading the way was a Japanese tricycle, followed by several Japanese trucks, and then a large group of puppet troops and Japanese infantry.

A Type 99 light machine gun mounted on the sidecar of the Japanese three-wheeled truck was conducting fire reconnaissance, and the bullets hit the hilltops, kicking up puffs of mud.

However, Duan Peng and Wang Xikui looked calm and didn't even blink.

"I estimated that there were about 500 devils and puppet soldiers in this group, about 200 devils and 300 puppet soldiers."

Based on the special operations skills he learned to quickly estimate the number of enemy troops, Lu Yingjun estimated the number of Japanese soldiers.

"With just these few devils, how can they be enough for our main force to eat?"

Wang Xikui frowned and quickly estimated it himself.

That's right.

"Radio operator, report the news of the Japanese invasion to the regimental headquarters immediately."

"Dapeng, Changsheng, and the translator, let's go catch a tongue."

Without the Japanese's mopping-up plan, the Japanese intelligence can only be obtained by the reconnaissance platoon and the sharp blade commando.

When it comes to reconnaissance and catching thugs, the Blade Commandos are even more professional than the reconnaissance platoon.

……

In times of war and famine, it was common for many people to betray their country and surrender to the enemy in order to get a bite to eat.

Besides being able to have enough food, he could also bully the common people, so Wei Gouzi became a puppet army soldier. He didn't want to fight at all. The Eighth Route Army was so brutal that they killed the devils and made rivers of blood. Wouldn't it be a death wish to fight against the Eighth Route Army?

I could have just followed along, just to save my life.

However, because he was a little fat and short, he was chosen to be one of the people who pretended to be Japanese soldiers.

Wei Gouzi is not stupid. He knows that he has been chosen to be cannon fodder, so he plans to run away halfway.

Wei Gouzi's eyes rolled around, and he quickly ran to the Japanese squad leader and saluted: "Report to the lady, I have diarrhea, and I need to go to the toilet."

After hearing the translator's translation, the Japanese squad leader's face darkened. He was really a lazy donkey that only gets more shit and piss.

The Japanese squad leader sent a Japanese soldier to monitor Wei Gouzi while he went to the toilet. The Japanese puppet army continued to move forward, and the two men ran behind a tree beside the road.

Wei Gouzi took off his pants and squatted there. The Japanese soldier put his rifle beside the tree, unbuttoned his pants and started to pee.

Looking at the back of the Japanese soldier, Wei Gouzi's eyes became active. He planned to take advantage of the Japanese soldier's inattention, kill him with a bayonet and then escape.

If this Japanese soldier is not killed, the enemy will definitely kill him, because the Japanese soldiers are very accurate in shooting.

Just as Wei Gouzi was about to take action, several big men suddenly rushed out from the bushes behind, knocked out the Japanese soldier who was peeing and Wei Gouzi, and put them into sacks.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wei Gouzi felt a start and woke up slowly.

The Japanese soldier who was monitoring him was tied up and unconscious. In front of him were four big men wearing black hoods, staring at him fiercely.

"Ask him his name and unit number. If he doesn't tell us, shoot him."

One of the big men said murderously.

Before the translator could say anything, Wei Gouzi confessed: "My name is Wei Gouzi, my unit number is the Locust Army, Second Army, Second Division, Third Regiment, Second Platoon, Fifth Squad. I'm not a Locust Army soldier, I'm Chinese. Oh, no, I'm not a devil, I'm Chinese, and Chinese people don't kill Chinese people."

Wei Gouzi's legs were shaking with fear. The people in front of him were definitely scouts of the Eighth Route Army. He was being caught as a tongue...

"Brother Xizi, this guy should be a puppet soldier. There are no devils who are so cowardly."

Lu Yingjun looked at Wei Gouzi for a few times and came to a conclusion.

"The Japanese don't speak Jin Province that fluently."

Duan Peng added.

Wang Xikui's eyes flashed: "If you are a puppet soldier, why are you wearing the Japanese uniform?"

Wei Gouzi was about to cry: "I don't know either. The devils told me to wear it. If I didn't, they would have shot me. I know you are Eighth Route Army grandpas. I didn't want to fight with you. I wanted to escape by taking a shit, but you caught me. You also sent this devil to monitor me while I was taking a shit."

"Is this bastard a devil?"

Duan Peng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he stretched out his palm, ready to give the devil an iron sand palm from northern Shanxi, sending him back to his hometown to see Tianhuang.

"Dapeng, don't be impulsive, splash water on him to wake him up first."

Lu Yingjun brought half a bucket of water and poured it on the Japanese soldier's face. The Japanese soldier slowly woke up and became furious when he saw the people in front of him.

"Baka, Baka..."

The translator asked a few questions, but the devil's face became more ferocious and his curses became more unpleasant.

"Gag his mouth."

Duan Peng took out two socks that had not been washed for three months and stuffed them into the Japanese soldier's mouth. The Japanese soldier rolled his eyes and almost fainted due to the smoke.

"If you don't want to eat stinky socks that haven't been washed in 30 years, answer whatever I ask you."

"Understand?"

"I understand...I understand. I'll tell you everything I know, as long as you don't kill me..."

……

Caijiazhai.

Jinzhong Military Region Command.

Zhao Gang reported to Li Yunlong with the telegram he had just received.

"Commander, the second squadron of the Blade Commando just reported that the Japanese puppet troops have been dispatched from Shouyang County."

"Damn it, they're finally here." Li Yunlong's eyes lit up. "How many devils are here?"

Zhao Gang reported, "In Yangquan and Shouyang, the Japanese sent out an infantry brigade and a division of puppet troops. However, the Japanese and puppet troops attacked in multiple directions, and each direction was divided into three waves, with each wave separated by a distance of about three or four kilometers."

"And the first wave of Japanese puppet soldiers numbered 500. They were afraid of being ambushed by us along the way. 200 of the 100 Japanese were actually puppet soldiers in disguise."

After Wang Xikui interrogated Wei Gouzi, he quickly reported the information to the regiment headquarters.

He also carefully arranged a scene in which Wei Gouzi launched a surprise attack and killed the Japanese, and then escaped, so as to prevent the Japanese from noticing the information leak.

"Damn little devil, have you learned your lesson?"

Li Yunlong's expression gradually became serious, and he turned around and stared at the map on the table.

The people in the surrounding villages have all been evacuated, and the main forces of the New 1st Regiment, the Independent Regiment and the New 3rd Regiment have been lying in ambush here for two days.

But Li Yunlong did not expect that the Japanese would be so cautious this time and use tactics.

Zhao Gang checked his watch, then used a ruler to calculate on the map for a while before saying to Li Yunlong, "Captain, based on the enemy's marching speed, the enemy's vanguard will enter our ambush circle in about three hours. Should we fight or not?"

Zhang Dabiao and others also looked at Li Yunlong. The Japanese's move this time was indeed not easy to fight.

If they are not careful, they will be easily surrounded and eaten by the Japanese reinforcements from other routes.

"Like to play tactics?" Li Yunlong's eyes turned cold. "Then let's have some fun with the Japs."

(End of this chapter)