The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Therefore, when digging the trenches, the new soil dug out was hidden with weeds, and the trenches were also concealed.

From a distance, it looks the same as usual, but once you get close, it will reveal your secrets, but Yang Ling and the others will not give the devil a chance to get close.

The brethren were busy until midnight before digging a few single-line trenches and related traffic trenches. Some brethren were also busy on the road and planted some landmines.

"Don't walk around, be careful that the mines will blow you up." In the dark, a brother whispered to remind those who went out conveniently.

Landmines are not only buried on the road, but most of them are buried in the shallow pits on both sides of the road.

"Do you think the little devil will come? Let's stop working in vain."

Wang Huzi dug the trench and got covered in mud. He leaned against the trench wall, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Blacksmith, the deputy battalion commander, has almost adoring confidence in Yang Ling: "Mr. Yang will come when he says so. I think you are just confused by the little girl. You just want to marry a woman and have a baby and live a stable life. Don't you forget that?" How did our brothers die?"

Seeing the seriousness on the blacksmith's face, Wang Huzi handed over the remaining cigarette: "Don't think about it, how can I forget the blood and deep hatred of the brothers, I don't want to find a woman to have a baby, it's just that I want to be safe. Worrying that it will disappear one day, my old Wang's family will cut off the incense, and I will not be able to see my ancestors."

Hearing Wang Huzi's explanation, the blacksmith also lit a cigarette and remained silent. Looking at the dark night sky, his face was also full of bewilderment, and he didn't know when the battle would last.

Text Chapter 831 Feint

Before dawn, the First Battalion Commander Wang Huzi, who was wrapped in a ragged army blanket, was gently patted awake in a daze.

When Wang Huzi opened his eyes, he saw a black figure standing in front of him, and was so frightened that he hurriedly touched the gun at his waist.

"Battalion Commander Wang, Commander Yang told you to go over." The man who woke Wang's beard said.

Only then did Wang Huzi see clearly that the man standing in front of him was Yang Ling's messenger, and he pulled out the pistol and put it back into the holster.

"I see." Wang Huzi put away his torn military blanket and stood up, the cold wind passing over his forehead, making him tighten his collar involuntarily.

Already in mid-November, the cold air from Siberia has been blowing all the way south, covering the northern land of China with a layer of chill, and the northern Jiangsu area is also hit by cold wind.

The brothers were all wrapped up in quilts and military blankets and sleeping soundly in the trench. Wang Huzi followed the messenger and walked a few hundred meters eastward along the trench to arrive at Yangling's temporary headquarters.

Even though it was a command post, it was nothing more than a shelter covered with waist-deep weeds, and there were guards crouching in the weeds all around.

Yang Ling was sitting on a rock with the map laid out on the ammunition box in front of him. He was thinking about something with his head down.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yang Ling also raised his head, and saw the sleepy Wang Beard walking over.

"Tuanzao, you are looking for me."

Wang Huzi stood next to the ammunition box, and saw the simple map on the ammunition box. The name of the village was written on it, which was the map of the nearby area.

Wang Huzi and the others didn't know a lot of Chinese characters at first, but after studying in the literacy class opened by Yang Ling, now they can not only understand some simple commands, but also understand some maps.

"I have an order for you." Yang Ling pointed to the simple map on the ammunition box with a pen.

Wang Huzi also squatted down and leaned forward to look at it. He saw a small black dot circled by Yang Ling with a pen, and next to it was written in tiny characters: "Yu Zhuang?"

Yuzhuang is located on the border south of Qinghe Town. It is a relatively large village in the south, and it is not far from several surrounding villages. It is now controlled by the maintenance committee controlled by the little devils and the puppet army.

Since the third guerrilla detachment led by Yang Ling occupied a large area in the west, the control area of ​​the puppet army and devils has been severely compressed.

Now they mainly rely on some villages in the south and east to recruit civilian husbands and collect military rations, so the Japanese and puppet troops also attach great importance to it.

"According to intelligence, there are two puppet army companies and a devil detachment stationed in Yuzhuang. Their main task is to control some villages around Yuzhuang, responsible for patrolling the surroundings and hunting down and suppressing patriotic soldiers and civilians."

Wang Huzi heard that there were only so few enemies in Yuzhuang, so he immediately patted his chest and said, "Tuan Zuo, leave it to me. I promise that I will wipe them all out in less than half an hour!"

It's not that Wang Huzi is talking nonsense, but his trust in himself and his brothers. Now that the guerrillas are getting stronger and stronger, he doesn't care about this enemy.

Yang Ling looked at the murderous Wang Huzi, smiled and shook his head: "No, you can't take down Yuzhuang, you just need to feign an attack, mainly to attract the devils and puppet troops from Qinghe Town."

Although Wang Huzi was careless on weekdays, now that Yang Ling had made it so clear, if he still didn't understand, it might be an IQ problem.

"Siege to fight for aid?" Wang Huzi immediately understood when he thought that they were digging trenches here, and now they were going to feint to attack Yuzhuang.

Yang Ling nodded and said, "I'll give you two companies, the bigger the movement, the better. When it's inappropriate, send a few back to report."

Wang Huzi nodded solemnly and said: "Tuan Zuo, don't worry, I know how to do it."

"Okay, let's go."

Wang Huzi quickly left and returned to the trench, took the brothers of the first company and the second company of the guerrilla battalion, left the road, and went straight to Yuzhuang in the south.

The devil set up a stronghold in Yuzhuang, with the purpose of controlling the surrounding areas with Yuzhuang as the center.

Yang Ling expected that if Yu Zhuang was attacked, the devils would definitely rescue him, because once the southern villages were out of control, the devils would be left with Qinghe Town, and it would be meaningless.

Wang Huzi and the brothers of the two companies rushed all the way, and arrived at the outskirts of Yuzhuang when it was daylight.

The devil not only dug trenches and erected barbed wire fences around Yuzhuang, but also built two strong gun towers to block the entrance and exit of Yuzhuang.

After all, the villages near Yuzhuang are all production areas, and the devils now have a very long battle line, and they need to rely on fighting to maintain huge consumption. The land of fish and rice in northern Jiangsu has naturally become one of the main sources of military rations.

The devil's two gun towers were shrouded in the morning light. Wang Huzi lay in the dew-covered grass and watched for a while, then turned his head and gave an order.

"The first company feigned a frontal attack, and the second company rushed over from the flanks, and took down the security positions and gun towers in front."

Although it was a feint attack on Zhuang, it was necessary to put on a desperate posture, otherwise it would not be able to attract the Japanese and puppet troops in Qinghe Town.

The [-] brothers from the two companies were divided into two groups, bowed their bodies and held guns, and moved towards the positions of the Japanese and puppet troops on the outskirts of Yuzhuang.

Wang Huzi also followed the series of frontal feints. He put away his shell gun and replaced it with a [-] rifle loaded with bullets.

At this moment, it was daylight, and most of the Japanese and puppet troops stationed in the village were sleeping soundly in the village, and the sentinels who stayed outside were all dazed and couldn't open their eyes.

The brothers in charge of attacking Yuzhuang quickly crawled to a stop 300 meters outside the gun tower with the help of weeds and sundries.

Wang Huzi erected the ruler, opened the safety of the rifle, and inserted the puppet sentinel dangling with a gun on the gun tower on the left into the front sight.

"boom--"

The butt of the gun made his shoulders tremble slightly, and a scorching bullet rushed out of the muzzle with a sharp whistling sound, and rushed straight to the puppet sentinel on the gun tower.

The puppet sentry was looking around with his head poked at the sentry post, when suddenly his head exploded like a watermelon, his body lost its center of gravity, and fell straight from the gun tower, making a dull landing sound.

The sudden gunshot woke up the puppet soldiers who were on duty, and they poked their heads out from everywhere to observe the situation.

"Puff puff!"

As soon as the puppet soldiers grabbed their guns and stood up from the trench, the bullets that went head-on pierced their bodies sharply, bursting out a cloud of blood mist, and fell backward into the trench.

A puppet soldier who reacted slowly saw his comrades wailing and collapsed in the trench, and hurriedly shrank his head in fright. The swishing bullets grazed his scalp, and the soil on the side of the trench was puffed up. high.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"