Li Hao replied very resolutely: "Don't worry, the political commissar has as many catties as the guerrillas, and I will definitely not let them die." ”

"In the previous guerrilla warfare, the main force cooperated with them and fired at devils everywhere."

"Then I decided to change the way I played, and I changed my fire all over the ground to focus on the attack."

Then he stared at Wang Hong and asked, "If I'm not mistaken, before the troops attacked, the devils prepared a large number of pocket formations for us in the occupied area. ”

"To be precise, it shouldn't be called a pocket array!" Wang Hong replied.

"It's more like a big net, as soon as we attack one of the strongholds, the big net of those mobile troops will come at us, surround our attacking troops, and then make us dumplings and eat us."

Li Hao immediately replied: "Since this is the case, then we will give the devils a plan to satisfy their wish to encircle and annihilate our attacking troops." ”

At the Zhangzhuang guerrilla station, before dawn, the traffic officers hurried over.

didn't say much, and directly sent a letter with body temperature to Zhang Youcheng.

The Japanese puppet army held its stronghold and did not dispatch no matter how provocative the guerrillas were.

Faced with a stronghold like a turtle shell, Zhang Youcheng was helpless.

Frowning, racking his brains to figure out how to force the devil out of the stronghold.

A few days have passed, and all the methods that can be tried have been tried, and the devil just won't be fooled.

Zhang Youcheng's brows also furrowed deeper and deeper.

However, with the arrival of the traffic officer, all these problems were solved at once.

After reading the letter, Zhang Youcheng's wrinkled brows instantly relaxed, and a pair of eyes began to shine, and he ordered the deputy captain next to him.

"Lao Wang, we have devils to fight again."

"Inform all the members of the guerrillas to assemble at the garrison at six o'clock in the evening, and let's have a good meat season tonight."

More than ten kilometers away from the stronghold of Chengguan, the leader of the devil squadron is no longer as high-spirited as he was a month ago.

There is a battalion of the Imperial Allied Army and a reinforced squadron of the Imperial Army, with a total strength of more than 500 people.

For a month, several imperial troops were killed and wounded in each sortie.

At first he didn't take it to heart.

In front of the garrison, with a total strength of more than five hundred people, the losses of a few people are not worth mentioning at all.

Unaware of it, such sporadic casualties add up over the years to break the stronghold.

More than 500 people were beaten to more than 300 people.

In particular, the Imperial Army, with more than half of the direct casualties, and the artillery and heavy machine gunners combined, were less than 150 people left.

The consumption of ammunition is even more staggering.

There were more than 500 people in the stronghold, and less than 150,000 rounds of ammunition were carried by the stockpiles and soldiers.

The troops had to carry 30,000 rounds with them every time they attacked, and they came back when they were almost exhausted.

Half a month ago, nearly 150,000 rounds of ammunition were used up.

Fortunately, in order to attack the garrison regiment, the superiors hoarded some ammunition for the independent mixed brigade in the stronghold.

A total of 200,000 rounds.

In order to take out the guerrillas, there is a way to explain to the superiors the casualties of the troops and the consumption of ammunition.

The squadron leader could only use ammunition belonging to an independent mixed brigade without asking for instructions.

But the expected results did not materialize.

Tens of thousands of bullets have been used up again, and the guerrillas are still as cunning as foxes in the face of their own sweeps and encirclements.

On the battlefield, he continued to consume the ammunition he brought out through sneak attacks, and he didn't face himself at all.

At this time, the brigade commander, who had just taken office, came to give orders.

All the garrisons of the strongholds stopped their operations and held their strongholds.

This made the squadron leader anxious.

If the troops do not attack, they will not be able to kill the guerrillas.

Once the superiors inquired about the strength and ammunition situation of the stronghold, they did not have the combat exploits to explain the heavy casualties and huge ammunition consumption of the troops.

When the time comes, a hat that is ineffective in commanding operations will definitely be put on the head.

If you don't do it, you will add the two hats of concealing military information and automatically using strategic reserves without asking for instructions.

The three sins are combined, and the position of squadron leader will definitely not be kept.

If you are too unlucky, you can be court-martialed.

For several days on end, the squadron leader was worried about this matter.

"Da Da Da ......"

A string of machine-gun fire suddenly rang out outside the stronghold.

The squadron leader furrowed his brows, but did not move.

Such gunfire has been heard every night since the stronghold was held.

It was a shot fired by the guerrillas in order to lure them out of their stronghold.

If he hadn't had the order to defend the stronghold, he would have really killed him. But now, he can only order the troops to ignore and not to counterattack as long as the opponent does not get close to the stronghold, so as not to waste bullets.

In general, the gunfire lasts for a few seconds before stopping.

After all, the partisans did not have enough ammunition in their hands to the point of running out.

"Da Da Da ......"

Unexpectedly, the gunfire did not stop immediately tonight, and it became more and more intense.

If I am not mistaken, I have already heard two machine guns firing.

"No, this is not the guerrillas who usually sneak up on us, they only have one machine gun, and there are at least two outside the stronghold." The squadron leader wrinkled his brows and muttered to himself.

As soon as he stood up, the second lieutenant on duty rushed in: "Sir, a large number of figures have appeared outside the stronghold, and we judge that it is the main force of the Eighth Route Army, ready to attack our stronghold." ”

The squadron leader's furrowed brow relaxed.

If the stronghold was really attacked by the main force of the garrison, the casualties of more than 200 people and the large amount of ammunition used up would have justified themselves.

His eyes lit up and he replied, "So what are you waiting for?" ”

"Immediately sound the alarm, all troops enter the position, resolutely block the enemy's attack, and hold the stronghold to the death."

After saying that, he climbed to the top of the turret.

He wanted to make sure his subordinates' reports weren't true.

If so, the problems and pressures you are facing now will be solved.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Three explosions suddenly sounded inside the stronghold, and the flames mixed with black smoke quickly rose from the ground, and several imperial troops and imperial allegories were blown away, which was terrible to see.

The squadron leader completely relaxed, his eyes became hotter and hotter, and he immediately replied: "It must be the main force of the garrison regiment, otherwise it is impossible to equip mortars." ”

"All the troops fought back with all their might, repelling their attack with the heaviest firepower."

"Operator, immediately send a telegram to the commander of the defense area, we are under attack by the main force of the garrison, they are armed with mortars and heavy machine guns, and ask for reinforcements."

The headquarters of the Japanese army's independent mixed brigade, Nakatayama Lang was woken up by the chief of staff who hurried over as soon as he lay down.

"General, your plan has worked."

"I just got the news that three strongholds on the front line were attacked by the main forces of the garrison regiment."

"According to preliminary judgment, the Eighth Route Army that attacked them added up to more than a thousand people."

"It must be that after we decided to hold the stronghold, they couldn't train anymore and had to attack the stronghold."

Nakata Yama Lang suddenly came to the spirit.

After waiting for so long, the tide of battle finally began to develop in the direction he had set.

As long as there are no accidents and according to their own layout, these three-way attacking troops will definitely die.

The more Nakata Yama Lang thought about it, the happier he became, and immediately asked, "Has the mobile unit been dispatched?" ”