Outside the big mountain of Jinguling, more than 2,000 days of puppet troops marched to the mountain pass, and the speed was very fast.

Leading the team was the captain of the devil brigade, Saburo Nakata, who marched on two legs like his subordinates.

"Da Da Da ......"

A machine-gun mount fired at the road from the edge of a ravine on the left flank of the team.

The Japanese puppet army walking on it was like a live target, and two people were swept down in an instant, both of whom were devil soldiers.

If it were placed in peacetime, the nearby Japanese puppet army would definitely counterattack on the spot, first suppressing fire with light and heavy machine guns and grenadiers, and then sending two troops to outflank left and right to kill the sneak attackers.

Today is different.

After being attacked, the devil showed no signs of wanting to fight back.

The follow-up troops bypassed the two corpses and continued as if the sneak attack had not happened.

Saburo Nakata walked in the middle of the line, and although he didn't express an opinion on the sneak attack just now, it didn't mean that he didn't have any ideas in his heart.

Along the way, the troops were attacked several times, and he remembered clearly how many people were killed and how many were wounded.

According to his idea, the Eighth Route Army killed one of his subordinates, and when it came time to retaliate, he had to kill at least three of the other party to be able to do so.

Because he has a task in his body, he has been unable to trigger.

At this time, some people will say that since the devil has no time to retaliate, he must hope that the Eighth Route Army will have as few sneak attacks as possible.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

Saburo Nakata instead hopes that this kind of sneak attack will come as much as possible.

Everyone knew that the Eighth Route Army attacked itself in order to buy time for the people in the mountains to transfer.

The higher the frequency and the larger the scale of the sneak attack, the greater the pressure on the Eighth Route Army to divert the people, and the higher the chance of catching them themselves.

Thinking of this, Nakata Saburo once again urged the troops to speed up the march.

At the mountain pass two kilometers ahead, the second company of the independent battalion was in full array, waiting for the Japanese puppet army to kill them.

Company commander Li Zhiyong stood on the high ground of the mountain pass and looked out of the mountain with a look of anticipation.

The terrain here is too good, the trumpet-shaped mountain pass is like a natural pocket array, and he intends to eat part of the Japanese puppet army here.

In normal times, he would definitely not dare to take such a risk, and use the strength of a company to tear off a piece of meat from more than 2,000 puppet soldiers, which is no different from pulling teeth from the tiger's mouth.

Today is different.

The Japanese puppet army was anxious to go to the hiding place of the villagers, and after the rearguard troops were attacked, they would rather break the wrist of the strong man than turn around to reinforce it, delaying time.

"Sir, we're about to enter the mountain ahead!" The vice-captain who was walking beside Saburo Nakata reminded as he hurried.

"The terrain there is very suitable for ambushes, why don't you order the troops to slow down the marching speed and wait for the reconnaissance troops to find out before killing them."

Saburo Nakata refused without hesitation: "No need to investigate. ”

"Before leaving, I studied the terrain there on the map, and it is indeed very suitable for ambushes, but the available terrain is too small, and the pocket array can cover two or three hundred of us at most."

"If the Eighth Route Army really intends to ambush there, I can't ask for it."

"We can just attack inside and outside, break through the mountain pass in the shortest time, and kill the hiding place in the mountain."

After thinking for a few seconds, the vice captain said with a look of admiration: "The chief is wise. ”

"It is really unfavorable for the Eighth Route Army to set up a pocket formation there, and they will take advantage of the favorable terrain to block and harass us, as they did outside the mountains, and slow down the marching speed of the troops."

Hearing this, Nakata Saburo's brows furrowed instead.

The mountains are no better than the mountains, and the terrain that can be used here is everywhere.

This means that after the troops entered the mountain, the frequency of sneak attacks by the Eighth Route Army was several times higher than that outside the mountain, and the casualties were several times higher.

This was the last thing he wanted to see, and he thought for a moment and ordered: "The speed of the troops must be accelerated after entering the mountain, otherwise our casualties will definitely increase sharply." ”

"But we don't have to worry too much."

"Intelligence shows that we can find the hiding place of the Chinese by going four kilometers into the mountains."

"As long as the troops march fast enough, the casualties can definitely be controlled within our acceptable range."

The vice-captain was shocked, this question was something he hadn't thought of before.

But he quickly reacted, looked at the captain's eyes and admired it even more, and quickly replied: "Humble duty, go and give orders now." ”

On the mountain pass heights, except for the company commander Li Zhiyong, everyone was nervous.

This battle is too mysterious.

Although the company commander repeatedly assured that there was no problem, the strength of the Japanese puppet army was too strong, and any accident could make the first company besieged and swallowed by the Japanese puppet army.

It wasn't until the forward troops of the Japanese puppet army rushed to the mountain pass, entered the pocket formation after a simple fire reconnaissance, and then entered the mountain, that everyone's tense nerves were relieved.

"Became a ......" Seeing this scene, Li Zhiyong was also excited.

With excitement he ordered: "Tell the comrades that they have turned off the safety of the gun for me, and no one can shoot in advance without my order." ”

"Our target is the Japanese puppet army, and everyone is holding back.

On the mountain road, seeing the forward troops passing through the mountain pass smoothly, the tense nerves of the deputy captain were also relieved.

Although the captain's analysis is very reasonable, it is very likely that the Eighth Route Army will not set up an ambush in the mountain pass and kill itself.

But this is the battlefield, and anything can happen.

What's more, their opponents are garrison regiments, and they are known for taking the enemy by surprise, and no one dares to guarantee that they will not take advantage of the favorable terrain of the mountain pass to carry out some other conspiracy.

The forward troops passed safely, and the deputy captain was at least eighty percent sure that the mountain pass was not in danger.

Saburo Nakata was also happy, he didn't know what the deputy thought.

But the reconnaissance force passed through the mountain pass safely, which showed that their judgment was right.

He immediately ordered: "The troops should speed up their march and pass through the mountain pass in the shortest possible time." ”

"We will definitely be attacked by the Eighth Route Army there, and the troops will ignore these sneak attacks and quickly pass through the mountain pass."

"The devil is coming!"

On the high ground of the mountain pass, the instructor clenched his fists and said excitedly.

"Don't be impatient!" Li Zhiyong forced himself to calm down, picked up a rifle, and aimed at the mountain road through the crosshairs.

The Japanese army was in front, and the puppet army was in the rear, forming a two-way formation, with weapons either on their shoulders or on their backs, and the marching speed was very fast.

The procession, which stretched for nearly a kilometer, took only five minutes to cover most of its journey.

The army behind the palace is a battalion of puppet troops, in order to avoid becoming a lone army, being divided and eaten by the enemy, biting tightly behind the main force, keeping a distance of fifty meters, not daring to be too far apart.

The rifle in Li Zhiyong's hand kept shaking, and after half a minute, it suddenly stopped, and the puppet army battalion commander who was surrounded by his subordinates like a moon was found by him, and little by little he advanced the gun crosshair.

The instructor lay on the side, staring at the puppet army on the mountain road, and after they all got into the pocket formation, he reminded Li Zhiyong to shoot.

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