The drawbridge creaked and fell, and the convoy rushed from the bridge into the stronghold, the wheels rolling on the bridge, and the dust on the roof of the bridge was shaken and fell straight down.

"Xiaotun's grain is unloaded over there, and Huangcun's is next to it." An Imperial Allied Army pointed to the wall and said, "It's all neat, don't let the brothers bother twice!" ”

There were only a few animal carts, and the rest were board carts and trolleys, which made the people who delivered the grain appear to be numerous, and there was some chaos in the open space in front of the turret. More than a dozen Imperial Concordants who were escorting the car shouted thirsty and walked towards the turret.

The two rows of houses behind the turret are where the devil advisers and the Imperial Allied Army live, and all the eating, drinking, and evacuation are carried out inside.

In front of the turret there was a small open space, which was a small playground for drills, and a deep, wide trench was dug on the perimeter, forming a strong, enclosed, self-sufficient fortress for a while.

Suddenly, a slightly shrill whistle sounded on the top of the turret, and the Imperial Army, who was beating the people of the grain, looked up suspiciously.

There was a slight muffled sound of "snort", and the Imperial Association Army suffered severe pain in his back, and a big hand covered his mouth at the same time, and a dagger pierced the back of his heart.

The Imperial Concordant's face was twisted as if he had been struck by electricity, and he tried to call the others but couldn't make a sound. Then, his consciousness began to blur, and his body began to tilt to one side.

Lao Zhou heard the signal and knew that Zhao Tie and the others had already taken control of the turret. He put his finger in his mouth, and after a whistle, the Imperial Cooperative Army escorting the army and the ordinary people who delivered the grain immediately changed their appearance, and pulled out their weapons from the camouflaged grain bags, on their bodies, and under the car, and killed them towards the houses behind the stronghold.

The gunfire finally rang out, and with the explosion of grenades, the Imperial Allied troops in the stronghold engaged in a fierce battle with the guerrillas who had infiltrated the area.

Da Da Da ...... Two machine guns protruded from the gun tower's firing holes, roaring and raining bullets at the enemy as they rushed out of the dining room.

The enemy who rushed out of the dining room was like artemisia swaying violently in a storm, trembling and trembling, and being beaten into a sieve by bullets.

Blood rained down, screaming for a few tens of seconds, and the corpses had fallen between the two rows of houses and the turret.

The guerrillas below also set up their two machine guns and fired bullets at the doors and windows of the enemy's quarters and canteens.

"The first and second teams took cover, and the third team went up to the house, approached the wall, and threw grenades into the house."

Lao Zhou yelled loudly and gave the order.

Under the sudden attack, the enemy was crushed in the house under the heavy rain of bullets and could not break out, and could only passively block the passage into the house, which gave the guerrillas the opportunity to destroy them.

Several members of the team went up to the roof and crawled towards the house where the enemy was stubbornly resisting. When it was closer, a grenade was thrown.

Due to the lack of experience and the lack of time, several grenades rolled down the ridge of the roof and exploded on the ground, raising puffs of smoke and dust, shaking the door apart.

"Hey!" Lao Zhou patted his head heavily, a little annoyed.

Boom, boom, boom...... After several attempts, a grenade finally blew the roof open.

Now it was simple, the enemy in the house was like a rat in a cage, endured one merciless explosion after another, screaming in despair, screaming continuously, and finally completely quiet.

With the successful experience, the team members became more and more proficient, some climbed over the crumbling shelves of the house and attacked another room: some walked against the wall, throwing grenades through windows and doors.

Under the same method, a company captured a lot of rooms.

The Japanese advisers howled loudly, and screamed in despair, knowing that it would be useless to hold on like this, and that they would be torn to shreds by grenades falling from the sky. So, they gave the order for a decisive assault.

The recalcitrant enemy in the last two rooms suddenly threw a volley of grenades from the doors and windows, and the smoke and dust from the explosion filled the air, forming a temporary smoke screen.

Then, there was a wild howl of wolves, and the Japanese adviser waved his finger probe knife and forced a group of Imperial Concord troops to rush out, appearing in the smoke and dust like monsters.

"Fire!" "Fire, hit hard!" Lao Zhou, Zhao Tie and other cadres shouted and gave orders.

Dozens of long and short guns fired fiercely, and several machine guns also opened fire fiercely.

Under the fierce blow, the last madness of the enemy was only a flash in the pan, and one by one they were knocked to the ground like leaves fluttering in the wind and rain.

The earth trembled with the sound of gunfire and explosions, and the team members were happily enduring the baptism of blood and fire, witnessing the end of the enemy.

It is not the first time for a guerrilla force to play a disguised attack in an enemy-occupied area, but it is the first time that an entire enemy stronghold has been wiped out in such a battle.

Because of the concealment of the guerrillas' infiltration, the enemy neglected to take precautions and was defeated by the guerrillas.

In addition, the intelligence was accurate, the time was just right, and when the enemy was having breakfast, there were only a few people in the turret, and a large number of enemies were concentrated in the canteen, like a vicious dog in a cage, there was no room to exert it, and it was suppressed to the death.

In addition, small details are also important, such as wrapping a thick cloth around the muzzle of the gun to reduce the sound of gunfire, etc., to buy time for the operation and reduce casualties.

Most of the enemy was wiped out, and the remnants did not have to take time to clear out, because they could no longer pose a threat under the guns of a part of the troops.

Bags of disguised fake grain were stuffed into the turret, and the empty carts were quickly loaded with supplies piled up on the walls of the courtyard, and the rest was splashed with fire oil.

Behind the evacuating team, the fire of the enemy stronghold was raging and smoke billowed from it.

The casualties of less than ten people were clearly a big victory compared to the results of being able to destroy enemy strongholds, burn enemy supplies, and destroy several times the enemy.

However, it was not easy for the guerrillas operating in enemy-occupied areas.

There were two squads on both sides of the Xiaozhangzhuang stronghold, and although there were mines, it was not easy. In the distance, explosions and gunfire could already be heard.

If the guerrillas were more numerous, if the mass base in the enemy-occupied areas was more solid......

The retreating team hurried away, first stopped at a deserted grave, unloaded and buried part of the supplies, and then drove the empty cart back to the people waiting near the group, and rushed back to the village under the guidance of the underground village cadres.

And the more than a dozen Imperial Cooperative troops who were in charge of escorting had already been buried in the graveyard and were hastily buried.

Without ruthlessness, there will be no deterrence, especially in such a complex environment as enemy-occupied areas, the slightest soft-heartedness may cause serious consequences.

The Imperial Association army that carried grain was all wiped out, leaving no room to live, this was to protect the masses who sent grain and the underground village cadres who secretly cooperated.

Eliminate the turret of Xiaozhangzhuang and rob the enemy's accumulated materials, the maintenance of He Village will be terminated, in addition to a few bloody corpses, He Lao's blood-stained head was also hung on the big tree outside the stronghold at night.

The guerrillas' surprise three-plank axe terrified the enemy and puppet personnel in this area.

The Imperial Cooperative Army in the stronghold strengthened its vigilance, and did not dare to go out at night to do evil; The members of the maintenance association were furious, for fear that they would follow in the footsteps of He Lao, and the oppression of the people by some enemy and puppet personnel would become eased.

With accurate information about the cadres of the underground villages, the guerrillas stung in ambush during the day and raided the maintenance meeting in He Village at night, intercepting all the money and grain handed over by the people, and then quietly handing them over to the village cadres and secretly returning them to the masses.

This is to win hearts and minds, and it is also a blow to the enemy's material plunder.

The guerrillas focused their main efforts on fighting traitors, and this was not a bully of the weak and afraid of the hard, but a battle plan drawn up after careful analysis and study.

Although the devils are fierce, they are not familiar with the place in the end, and the greatest threat to the guerrillas is these native-born traitors.

Because these people are familiar with the local situation, they are like vicious dogs with a keen sense of smell, without their help, the devil has no eyes and ears, no guides, and no place to use his strength.

The guerrillas went out day and night, exerting force one after another, and subdued the maintenance associations of several villages by force. Kill those who are determined to do things, and those who are willing to do things for the guerrillas stay. Under both soft and hard measures, many people who maintain the ruthless style of the guerrillas began to become wall-ridden at both ends.

In those years, if you don't have a good brain, you will suffer.

On one side there are the Japanese, on the other side there are guerrillas, no one is easy to mess with, everyone kills, and the enemy and pseudo-personnel in each village are like rats burrowed into bellows, and they have to suffer from both ends.

Under the pressure of such a situation, the attitude of some enemy and puppet personnel began to change. For the affairs of the devil or the Imperial Army, if you can resist it, you can rely on it, anyway, it is not as dedicated as before.

These guys also turned a blind eye to the activities of the guerrillas and the secret anti-Japanese efforts of some people in the village, pretending not to see it. Anyway, whoever comes, they are respectful, and no one is offended to death.

The first three kicks are kicked away, and the job is done. The underground cadres in the villages received some weapons and ammunition from the guerrillas and began to organize secret forces in the villages, and their work became bold and active.

Moreover, the tactics centered on Shen Chen were basically formed, no matter day or night, a group of men and horses would have the opportunity to approach the stronghold or highway and attack all the targets that could be attacked.

For the enemy, nerves are highly strained. During the day, a frenzied sniper shoots them from time to time. Patrols, sentry guards, grain transport teams, search teams, without exception, suffered casualties.

A cold shot from five or six hundred meters away is impossible to prevent. Some of the attacked enemies could not even determine the exact location of the snipers.

After a single shot, the surroundings were filled with the sound of indiscriminate enemy fire. When the enemy stopped, thinking that the snipers had fled, and when the whole team set off, another accurate shot came. And so on and so forth, and the killing continues.

A patrolling enemy had been suppressed by this crazy and cunning sniper for more than an hour, and his spirit was on the verge of a breakdown.

Fighting back on the spot is almost the same as waiting to die; Pursuits, ditches, woods, grass, rocks, can be hiding places for the enemy.

After you chased desperately for more than a few miles, you didn't die under the sniper's gun, and the sniper left his original position, keeping a distance from you that could be sniped, but you couldn't help him.

Moreover, during the pursuit, the enemy was often wounded by vicious traps, pedal mines, clip mines, tripwire mines...... There are many types, and it is impossible to prevent them.

The corpses were transported back to the stronghold, and the wounded were wailing and crying out in pain, which could not but arouse the fear and consternation of the enemy.

Fighting against such an opponent is beyond the conventional way of fighting, and the enemy is not able to deal with it. And this guy seems to be tireless, and also relentlessly roams through the night, showing his killing skills.

"Smack!" The silence of the night was broken by the sound of gunfire, and the sentry on the high post screamed and fell.

After a pause, the guns began to fire in the fort for a long time. But the enemy was still loomed in the face of killing.

In the Soviet-Finnish War, the Soviets tried various plans to get rid of Simon Heyer, the White Reaper, including artillery covering.

But the best they did was to use a howitzer to damage the coat he was wearing, but not himself.

It wasn't until the end that Simon Heyer was also hit by a Soviet sniper with a dummmy bullet during the battle, which ended his legendary career.

Masters can't stay undefeated forever, and in the world of snipers, snipers are the best weapon against snipers.

And Shen Chen's sniping skills have also reached a new peak state, he is calm, he is stable, he is accurate, he is cunning and vicious, he has become a most lethal killing machine.

As he became more familiar with the surrounding terrain, he became more at home, killing all the targets he could.

There is no difference between devils and puppet soldiers, they are all enemies; Regardless of casualties, as long as one hit, except for important targets.

Feverish fighting, but still maintaining due caution.

Shen Chen carefully kept a distance from the enemy, four hundred meters, five hundred meters, and did not let the enemy approach within three hundred meters of him recently.

I can beat you, but you can't hit me, or even find me. Such a battle is the most demoralizing and confident blow to the enemy, and the most terrifying and terrifying.

Shen Chen hoped to make the enemy have such a deep and firm impression that around them were not hills, not mounds, not woods, not grass, but an unpredictable burial place made with the muzzle of a gun. At any moment, the crisp sound of gunfire and deadly bullets will be heard.

The sun has risen. Everything was stupid, awakened, sung, and noisy.

Around Shen Chen. In the wet grass, on the pan knolls, from woods to woods, on the shimmering red-dyed bushes, on every sight as far as the eye can see, the fresh morning light flows.

On the sentry post of the dirt mountain in the distance, the smoke of the cooking stove curled, and the enemy began to move cautiously. The higher the sun rises, the more frequent the enemy moves.

Shen Chen took a deep breath and held his breath. Aiming carefully, he gently pulled the plate machine.

In the crisp sound of gunfire, an enemy lifted his pants and fell straight down like a piece of wood.

Shen Chen quickly loaded the bullet, stabilized the gun, and aimed at another target. The squatting enemy, half-lifting his pants, crawled to the ground and fled to the earthen sentry post.