On the mountain road seven or eight hundred meters away, Zhang Youcheng was retreating deep into the hills with a team of ten members.

Although he didn't see the battle just now, he heard it.

The sound of light and heavy machine gun fire and rifle fire can all be heard clearly.

It is certain that in less than five minutes of shooting, the Japanese puppet army combined used at least 2,000 rounds of ammunition of various calibers.

If all the bullet casings are collected and sent back to the base area, it will be 400 rounds of ammunition in the account.

And in exchange for these bullet casings, the guerrillas only paid a dozen bullets and a string of firecrackers, which was absolutely profitable.

"Captain, the devil is chasing you." The squad leader gasped and caught up to report.

"It's definitely going to catch up." Zhang Youcheng replied confidently.

"The devil is a hungry kitten now, and the slightest fishy smell can attract them."

"What's more, we don't have a little bit of fishy smell."

"In order to lure the devils into falling for it, I brought the only light machine gun of the guerrillas."

"In the eyes of devils, light machine guns represent the main force of our guerrillas, and the appearance of light machine guns means that our main force is here."

"The devil will definitely not let go of this opportunity to destroy us."

"The troops continue to advance, and we go to the high ground in front and continue to fight them."

"There are a lot of rocks there, so we will directly attack them with guns and retreat after five minutes, without firecrackers."

"Only if the devils can't tell the truth from the fake, they will desperately fight back after being attacked, and use up the ammunition they brought out of the stronghold."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the puppet army of more than 200 days had already circled five warriors in the hills under their feet, and had fought several battles with the guerrillas.

Or every time the exchange of fire reaches the most critical point, they can always find a gap and slip under the noses of the encircling troops.

Either the whole exchange of fire was an illusion arranged by the guerrillas, and the imperial army attacked for half a day, and finally captured an iron bucket, and even the shadow of the Eighth Route Army could not be seen.

"Yaga ......"

The enraged squadron leader drew his command knife and slashed at a nearby tree trunk the thickness of a wrist.

In front of the sharp blade, the trunk of the tree was easily cut off.

Along the way, six trees have already suffered this fate.

After reinserting the command knife into the scabbard, the anger on the squadron leader's face did not dissipate much, and the whole person was like an angry lion, ordering loudly.

"Still stunned for what to do, the troops continued to pursue."

"Today I must catch them and tear them into pieces."

The second lieutenant didn't move, hesitated for a moment and reminded: "Sir, I also want to catch up with them and kill them." ”

"But we're running out of ammunition."

"Because we were fighting near the stronghold and were chasing the Eighth Route Guerrillas, we didn't carry much ammunition to ensure the mobility of the troops."

"After all the way to the depletion, the riflemen have less than 30 rounds of ammunition left on average, the average machine gun is less than 100 rounds, and there are not many heavy machine gun bullets."

"Yaga! How can it be used so quickly, why not save some use. The squadron leader shouted dissatisfied.

The second lieutenant lowered his head and did not speak, his face full of grievances.

On the battlefield, the order to shoot is given by the squadron leader, and if he really wants to be held responsible, the squadron leader cannot escape the blame.

But the official was crushed to death at the first level, and he didn't dare to confront the squadron leader at this time if he gave him ten guts, and he found a scolding himself.

Seeing that his subordinates didn't speak, the squadron leader knew that he was scolding.

Although his face was full of unwillingness, he did not lose his mind.

He replied in a deep voice: "Well, it is impossible for the warriors to fight the guerrillas with empty guns. ”

"It just so happens that our casualties are not big today, so we ordered the troops to retreat, and we will come back tomorrow with enough ammunition."

Along the way, they were chased and beaten by the Japanese puppet army, and they had to go back and forth to arrange the scene, and the guerrillas were more tired than the Japanese puppet army.

Fortunately, the group are all mountain people who often dig into the forest to hunt, otherwise they would definitely not be able to hold on.

So seeing the retreat of the Japanese puppet army, Zhang Youcheng couldn't help but take a long breath.

Then he ordered: "We will follow behind the Japanese puppet army, resist them, and clean up the battlefield by the way." ”

"Everyone still remembers the positions where the firefight was fought just now, and I ask everyone to collect all the bullet casings on the battlefield and not miss a single one."

"When the time comes, the more bullet casings we collect, the more bullets we can exchange for from the base area."

At the Zhangzhuang guerrilla station, Zhang Youcheng led a group to come back at eight o'clock in the evening, and each member of the team carried a cloth bag, which was heavy.

As soon as he walked to the gate of the station, the deputy captain greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Captain, guess how many bullets we've collected today, it's going to scare you."

"The little devil is really wealthy, and the bullets in the war are the same as not asking for money, it only took three days, and they were only sporadic firefights, and more than 10,000 rounds of ammunition were used."

"After statistics, we found more than 13,500 bullet casings."

The smile on Zhang Youcheng's face became even stronger, and he immediately replied: "We also consumed more than 7,000 rounds of bullets from the devil today, and there are still a lot of heavy machine gun bullets in it!" ””

"It adds up to more than 21,000 bullet shells, all of which are sent back to the base area, and at least more than 4,000 bullets can be exchanged for them!"

"Today, in one day, we used less than 200 rounds of ammunition and three firecrackers."

"It's definitely a lucrative deal."

"Now that we have regimental reinforcements, our guerrillas don't have to worry about bullets anymore."

"If you meet a little devil next, you will greet me with bullets as much as you like."

At the regimental headquarters of the Laiyuan City Garrison Regiment, Luo Yun, the deputy head of the regiment, suddenly walked in, holding a list in his hand, with a smile on his face.

It was obvious that he had brought good news.

"Regiment Commander, your trick of letting the guerrillas collect bullet casings and exchange bullets from the base area is more powerful than I imagined."

"It has only been 10 days since the order was issued, and more than 3 million bullet casings have been sent back from the guerrilla zone, including 65-caliber rifle machine gun bullets, 79-caliber rifle machine gun bullets, and heavy machine gun bullets."

"The guerrillas have been crazy all this time."

"In order for the Japanese puppet army to turn bullets into bullet casings, firecrackers, sneak attacks, and night attacks...... All the means at your disposal were used. ”

"At this rate, in another month or so, the ammunition reserves that the devils have finally sent to the front line will be exhausted by us."

Li Hao immediately replied: "If it is really exhausted, then the devil will not be able to attack us if he is an independent mixed brigade." ”

"Order all the guerrillas to continue to consume the devil's ammunition, the more the better."

"In addition, order the arsenal to reload and produce bullets with all its might, and turn these bullet casings into bullets in the shortest possible time."

"There are also the main forces, and those who have not made a sortie should seize the time to attack."

"The guerrillas and our attacking troops are making more and more noise, and the ammunition consumed by the devils every day is getting bigger and bigger, and Nakata Yamaro must be aware of it. As soon as he moves and decides to change tactics, we follow suit and force them to change in the direction we want. ”