At 12 o'clock in the afternoon, the Japanese troops advancing along the highway towards Huaiyuan were attacked five times in a row, and the scale was large and small.

The road that could have been completed in three hours took nearly five hours to stop and go.

More importantly, the more than 500 Imperial troops and the Imperial Allied Army, which had divided their troops to pursue and kill the guerrillas, were getting farther and farther away from each other, and by this time, the gunfire of the exchange of fire between them and the guerrillas could not be heard.

Nearly fifteen kilometers of mountain road across the road.

After more than 500 days, more than 300 people remained in the puppet army, panting and pursuing forward.

Dozens of guerrillas retreated frantically more than 300 meters in front, and as long as there was an opportunity and the terrain was suitable, they would immediately turn around and attack the pursuers, which would not only consume their troops, but also further provoke the Japanese puppet army, leading them by the nose and running, lest they stop chasing.

On the high ground not far from the mountain road, the captain Peng Shaofeng stood on it, his expression serious and excited.

There were two unfamiliar faces standing next to them, namely the captain of another guerrilla unit in Huaiyuan and the commander of a company of the main force.

Confirming that the Japanese puppet army divided its troops to chase and kill him, and did not let go of the guerrillas, Peng Shaofeng was keenly aware that a huge fighter plane was opening its arms to him.

While sending people to lead the Japanese puppet army by the nose and circle in the mountains, as far away from the road as possible, he contacted the nearest guerrillas and the main force to join forces and annihilate this enemy.

At the foot of the mountain is the grave that Peng Shaofeng and others have selected for more than 300 days of puppet troops.

The main force has two platoons with strong combat effectiveness, one is responsible for blocking the head and the other is responsible for cutting the tail.

The two guerrillas gathered all their light and heavy machine guns and laid an ambush on the side of the pocket formation, and rushed into the Japanese puppet army that entered the pocket formation, striving to inflict heavy damage on them with the most fierce firepower.

Of course, their main target is still the little devils.

If the puppet army can be captured, it will be captured.

"Company Commander Tan, the Japanese puppet army has entered the pocket formation!" Peng Shaofeng tried his best to keep himself calm, and looked at the commander of the main company and reminded him calmly.

"Don't be impatient!" Company Commander Tan shook his head and refused.

"Wait for the Japanese puppet army to completely enter the mine array before firing, they alone can help us kill dozens of devils......"

Two minutes later, Company Commander Tan gave the order to open fire.

Nearly thirty light and heavy machine guns fired at the same time, and more than a hundred devils reacted quickly, and the guns subconsciously threw themselves on the ground, but the bullets flying towards them were too dense, and the devils in the middle of the team killed and injured nearly 100 people in the blink of an eye......

The living devils wanted to lie on the ground and fight back, but the bullets in their heads were so dense that they didn't have a chance to look up......

The battle ended half an hour later.

The mountain road was full of corpses, some devils, some puppet army, some Eighth Route Army and guerrillas.

There are also many puppet soldiers kneeling on the ground with their heads in their hands, their faces full of fear, and they dare not move.

Weapons, ammunition, scattered everywhere.

The Eighth Route Army, dressed in various costumes, guerrillas, cleaned the battlefield with guns, collected prisoners, and treated the wounded......

In the humble headquarters, the three of them were all smiling, discussing the battle just now, and some were calculating how much equipment they could capture from this ambush and how many puppet soldiers they could capture......

"Company commander, Captain Peng, Captain Huang, the battle losses and results have been counted." The instructor of the main company rushed in with excitement on his face.

"All the Japanese puppet troops who entered the pocket formation were killed, and no one escaped the net."

"A total of 189 corpses of little devils were found on the battlefield, two devils were wounded, 59 corpses of puppet soldiers, and the remaining 189 puppet soldiers were all captured."

"We lost 86 people, 21 were seriously wounded and lost their combat effectiveness."

"What about the seizure?" Another guerrilla leader asked.

For these guerrillas, the last thing they need is soldiers.

As long as there are weapons and enough time, it is not a problem for the guerrillas to expand by two or three times.

Although each guerrilla unit in Huaiyuan received a large amount of weapons and equipment in the First War, the equipment and ammunition were numerous, and the loss was a little less.

Therefore, the most important thing for these guerrilla leaders is weapons and ammunition, and sometimes they even sacrifice several lives for a gun.

The instructor saw his thoughts at a glance and immediately replied: "There are two intact mortars, three heavy machine guns, five light machine guns equipped by devils, and 118 three-eight covers." The puppet army was equipped with nine light machine guns and 279 rifles. ”

"The ammunition is scattered on each soldier, and it has not yet had time to be counted, but each devil has at least fifty rounds of ammunition and two grenades, which must add up to 20,000 rounds of ammunition and a thousand grenades."

"Great......"

The guerrilla leader who had just spoken almost jumped up with excitement.

"Company Commander Tan, Captain Peng, with these captures and captures, we can not only recover our strength quickly, but also expand a lot of troops."

On the road, the further the deputy captain walked, the stronger the bad premonition in his heart.

The gunfire from the attacking troops had disappeared for almost two hours, and there was no news of more than 500 people.

The total number of troops in the counterattack on Huaiyuan was only more than 2,000 people, minus the casualties caused by the sneak attack of the Eighth Route Army all the way, and then minus the more than 500 people, only more than 1,300 people remained.

There is still more than half of the way from here to Huaiyuan, and it must be risky.

If the losses continue as in the first half of the journey, the troops of more than 2,000 people will be completely lost before Huaiyuan.

Whether it is to recapture Huaiyuan or occupy Huaiyuan, it is a dream.

Every time the words came to his lips and he wanted to remind the captain, the confidence and arrogance on his face directly blocked the words he hadn't yet spoken.

After enduring it for two hours, I finally couldn't bear it.

"Sir, it's too strange that there has been no news from the attacking troops for so long, and I suggest that someone be sent to look for them immediately to confirm whether they are safe."

The vice captain's worried expression on his mind along the way, the captain saw it in his eyes.

Now that we are at war, there are many crises in the surrounding area, and there is certainly nothing wrong with being cautious.

After a moment's hesitation, he began to give an order: "Send half of the scouts to them, and report the news immediately." ”

"The rest of the troops continue to advance, and the remaining half of the scouts increase the search area on both sides of the road, and I don't want to see the Eighth Route Army guerrillas attack us again under everyone's noses."

The deputy captain breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's arrange it now, and find the attack force in the shortest possible time." ”

Half an hour passed, and the scouts who rode out on fast horses did not have the slightest news back.

An hour had passed, and there was no news from the scouts.

Cavalry is different from infantry, and can run for four or five hours in an hour.

Even if the attacking troops are twenty kilometers away from the road, they should return.

But they didn't come back.

At this time, the confident captain also began to be anxious.

As he marched forward, he turned back, hoping that he would see the scout sooner and figure out the specific figure of the attacking troops.