The sound of the rushing water attracted the Imperial Army, but they were still cautious, lest they step into the trap of death.

The long rope was pulled violently, and with a few loud bangs, the Imperial Alliance troops who entered the minefield were instantly surrounded by the black smoke of the explosion.

Machine guns and platoon guns were fired at the enemy like a wind, and the devils screamed and fired back.

There were gunshots on three sides, and the scurrying enemy hit mines on the side of the road, dead grass, and snowdrifts, and explosions rang out from time to time.

There were not many devils, and they were so dizzy that they didn't dare to fight, so they retreated with the wounded.

As soon as the devil withdrew, the Imperial Association Army didn't care about his companions, turned around and crawled on the ground and screamed and fled. The gunfire behind him was incessant, so frightened that the enemy didn't even dare to turn his head, and the girl ran fast.

The smoke was blown away by the wind, and the area where the mine exploded was drenched in blood and wailing.

"My feet, my feet were blown up."

"It hurts, I can't move my arm."

"My eyes, mother, I'm blind."

………

"Rush!" Liu Biao was encouraged by the excitement, stared at the big eyes, waved the pistol and roared and jumped up first.

"Rush, kill!" The warriors roared and jumped out of hiding, pounced on the enemy with their guns in hand.

Those who could run ran away, and those who were injured and immortal also lost their ability to resist, or more precisely, the will to resist.

The sudden attack, the psychological shock, was fatal to the Imperial Army.

And the fighting quality of the main forces and the prestige of the charge are indeed not comparable to those of the guerrillas.

When the enemy in the stronghold sent a large group to grab water, all they were left with was the dead corpses. Of course, the water was carried away, but two more mines were hit, and several casualties were paid.

In order to draw water, such a large loss was paid, which could not be sustained for the enemy for a long time in any case.

The transport convoy also suffered great losses, two cars were damaged, and more than a dozen devils were killed and wounded. The sharpshooter reappeared near the highway and sniped the team leader who led the escort team.

If the enemy's stronghold is a sharp claw sticking out, sharp and powerful, the arm that connects the claw looks thin.

Yes, it's the improvised road that is becoming less and less safe.

However, the troops stationed in the stronghold are not only unable to take the initiative to attack, but are also in danger of being besieged, and they will not be able to play the role originally envisaged.

The main battalion sent another company to help in the battle, which was more powerful in the oppression of the stronghold and the blockade of the road.

In the face of the continuous killing and wounding of sharpshooters, the mines could not be prevented, and the devil finally gave up Zuwang and retreated.

……………

The stars and the moon are like hooks, and the chill of the night hits hard.

"Phew! Bang! Suddenly, the gunshots rang out, piercing in the silence of the night.

The stronghold immediately tensed, searchlights moving rapidly, looking for the attacker, and figures shaking.

After tossing and turning for a long time, it finally quieted down, and the enemy didn't even see the shadow of the gunman, and inexplicably collected his troops and went back to sleep.

The good dream didn't last long, maybe the enemy had just fallen asleep, and the rumbling explosion sounded again, and the sound escalated, this time it should be real, right?

Get up, pick up the gun, lookout, keep watch, run, shoot, and work for a long time, and as usual, there is no gain.

Well, it's like calling the enemy to shush at regular intervals, and you can toss the enemy enough to choke on this night.

Gongs and drums sounded in unison, firecrackers were set off in iron buckets, shouting and charging, and there were many tricks.

But the enemy saw the sound of the stairs, and no one came down. But ignore the harassment and sleep in peace. First, I am afraid that someone will really come to sneak attack; Second, I have to be nervous, or I have taken sleeping pills and can't listen to the outside world.

However, this is the last patience that is needed.

After receiving the order from above to retreat, the leader of the devil squadron was not angry and unwilling, but felt a sense of relief, and the torment was finally over.

But Yamura was a different manifestation, the green tendons on his forehead were bursting, his hands were trembling, his angry eyes were flickering, and he was already angry and irrepressible.

"That's enough, Yaga Yaru, damn bastard......" The cup shattered, and Yamura walked impatiently back and forth on the ground, squeaking glass slag and yelling and swearing.

It's a pity that the poor vocabulary of the island country is really limited, and even the scolding is only a few words that are repeated over and over again, which is really lackluster, which can compare to the humiliating language in the reply letter.

With vicious eyes fixed on the trembling messenger standing aside, Yamura desperately wanted to find a way to vent, isn't this hateful and cowardly-looking Shina a good target?

"Drag it out, it's dead, it's dead." Yamura wanted to cut off the head of this guy with his own hands and let the blood spurt his anger, but what the letter said made him feel that the blood of such a person was really detrimental to his identity and dignity.

"Taijun, Taijun, spare your life, spare your life!" The traitor who delivered the letter was dragged out, snot and tears flowed out together, screaming and begging for mercy.

Yamura didn't bother to look at this soft bone anymore, and waved his hand impatiently with his back to his body, signaling the two devil soldiers to hurry up and drag the person out.

"Wait, wait." The messenger didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly broke free from the devil soldiers, grabbed the door frame, and didn't let go even if he kicked and scolded, and hissed: "Taijun, Taijun, I have intelligence, I have intelligence, I know who that sharpshooter is?" ”

"Nani?" Yamura didn't hear very clearly, and turned to the interpreter in confusion, and waited until the translator had repeated it before he slowly turned around and waved his hand, and the two devil soldiers stopped beating the messenger.

"Taijun asks you, who is that sharpshooter? Say it. The interpreter looked at the messenger with some disgust as he was bleeding from his nose and mouth.

"That's it, that's it." The messenger paused on the ground and whispered, "When I was locked up in the hut, I listened to the guards outside chatting. They mentioned a name, called, called Beat Confusing. ”

"Big coal, have you hit it?" The translator was not very sure and continued to ask.

"It should be called beating." The messenger looked at the interpreter with a weak heart, wondering if a plausible name could save his life.

After listening to the translation, Yamura blinked a little confused and asked, "This is the name?" What's the use of knowing? ”

The messenger's eyes rolled, and he said in a rhetorical manner: "This, I want to know the name is also a gain, and sending more people to scout and inquire is much better than asking blindly before." ”

Yamura touched his chin and thought about it, looked at the messenger with a gloomy face, and asked, "Then it's up to you to scout and investigate, if you can't complete the mission, you'll be dead." ”

"Yes, yes. Don't worry, Taijun, I will definitely find out the details of this guy. The messenger swore that he would seize on this last straw and get past the danger first.

Yamura pondered for another moment, waved his hand, and said, "Take him down." ”

"Xie Taijun, Xie Taijun spares his life." The sender burst into tears and kowtowed......

Yamura sat down, stroking his forehead, thinking about how he could compete with his opponent. is victory or defeat, but also life and death, he doesn't take his life seriously.

It's just that, judging by his analysis, in terms of shooting skills, the opponent is very strong, even stronger than him.

If the opponent really agrees to a life-and-death duel, will he have the confidence and certainty to kill this guy who has the blood of the Imperial warriors on his hands?

Perhaps, the gap in weapons can be used to achieve the goal. Yamura thought of a solution, his eyes flickered, and he decided to try it with the chief.

………………

Dusk stretched out his hands and quietly closed the gray-black sky, and the pale moon quietly appeared, sprinkling a faint light on the earth.

As soon as the enemy retreated from the Zuwang stronghold, the gloom seemed to blow away from people's hearts, and even the weather seemed to be pleasant.

This was a major victory for the cadres, the fighters, and the masses in the region. The stronghold on top of his chest was squeezed out, and the situation suddenly became relaxed.

Although the enemy will still launch a sweep, the recovery of the Zuwang stronghold has greatly increased the warning time, and also interrupted the enemy's vicious claws reaching out to the base area.

But this is not enough, at least the district committee feels that there is another layer of insurance, that is, to break the road. Overcoming the difficulties of freezing weather and freezing, the road leading from the enemy-occupied area to Zuwang was completely destroyed, so that the enemy's mobile superiority had nowhere to be displayed.

Three days passed, and in a seemingly normal atmosphere, all preparations were ready.

More than 600 people were mobilized in the villages of the whole district, and at dusk they had already assembled at several points to prepare for action under the protection of the village militia.

At night, the cold wind blew through the rattling dead leaves of the woods, and also blew through countless hot and stern faces.

At the sound of the order, the people began to act.

The main forces had already advanced and entered the designated positions, blocking the enemy's possible sorties.

Now walking in front and around are the militia and local cadres of the villages, and behind are the common people with shovels on their backs, all in civilian clothes. It can only be distinguished by the utensils on the body.

"Keep up, keep up." A low, stern voice rang out in the ranks from time to time, and more of a jumble of footsteps and muffled coughs were heard.

I have to admit that the mobilization ability of the **** to the people is huge, although this small attack is only the tip of the iceberg, but the clues can already be seen.

Shen Chen had never seen such a fiery battle scene, and the roads for more than ten miles or so were submerged under the shovels and pickaxes of the people.

Everywhere there were figures struggling to dig up, the clatter of pickaxes and shovels, and the telephone poles standing vertically on the side of the road were pulled down one by one to the shouts of the people.

The ground was so hard that the pickaxe could only smash a small piece of it. But this did not make people flinch, but urged people to exert all their strength to do it.

In fact, there are precedents and experiences for breaking roads in winter. When the cadres are separated from each other, the road will be broken quickly.

One method is the pyrotechnic baking method: first use firewood and weeds to spread the road surface, and then cover it with sawdust or chaff after burning, and press the layer of soil on top of it, so that the ignition material can be smoldered without flames, so that the heat can melt the frozen soil more effectively.

Another method is to split the frozen soil with hammers and wedges: one by one, the subway wedges are smashed into the cracks in the frozen soil until the frozen soil is peeled away.

The amount of work is not small, but it is not enough to overturn the entire road surface and make ditches and potholes. Not only can't the devil's car go, but it will also be quite difficult for the animal power and the board car to go.

In the leeward part of the road, bonfires were lit and hot water was burned in order for people to rest and keep warm.

Sweat ran down the foreheads and sideburns and fell to the ground, and the laborers blushed and became angry. But he refused to straighten his waist slightly. The activists of the Women's Relief Society, although they are women, are also digging hard.

"Come on! Big men, don't let lesbians compare. A familiar voice rang out not far away.

Shi Deguang, a high-ranking official in the district, walked over with a load of frozen soil and cheered loudly.

Li Jinxiu straightened her waist, wiped the sweat on her face with her sleeve, and said with a smile: "Everyone has to learn from Secretary Shi, the devil has no road, it's like having no legs." But it can't be rampant. ”

"Look at how well Director Li said, the literacy and hyphenation are different." Shi Deguang laughed and said loudly: "Without the highway, the devil will not be able to harm us, and this spring ploughing can be relieved." ”

As long as there are women working seriously in the ranks, this is a powerful mobilization. Listening to the call of Shi Deguang and Li Jinxiu, the men, the pickaxe is higher, the hammer is more powerful, and the pace back and forth is faster.

Shen Chen didn't stretch out his hand to work, he walked down the road with a gun on his back, and saw the hot scene, and even the cold became warm.

The Japanese devils only saw the gap in weapons and equipment and the level of combat quality, but underestimated the tenacious national consciousness of the Chinese. To conquer this ancient and tenacious people is really wishful thinking.

But breaking the road can't stop the devils from acting again, but it makes it more difficult for them to act. And now, whether in terms of troops, materials, or psychology, the devils are not ready for large-scale retaliation.

As for whether spring plowing can go smoothly, or go further, whether a year's hard ploughing can be harvested in the autumn depends on the development of the situation in the future, and no one can say clearly.

Shen Chen rushed to the front with the guerrillas, and together with the main force, took on the task of blocking the enemy and protecting the masses who broke the road.

Despite the suspicion that the enemy would not be easily mobilized at night, and there was no preparation for large-scale action for the time being, the necessary protection was indispensable.

As for the future battle, the guerrillas, including Zhao Tie and Lao Zhou, all seemed quite confident. Without him, mines make the enemy unskilled, which is one of the reasons for their optimism.

Shen Chen was a little worried about this, believing too much in the mines, and it was possible that after the enemy found a way to crack it, he would suffer heavy losses because of his surprise and lack of preparation.

Moreover, the devils are not all helpless against landmines, which is included in the infantry drill code, and has also been used many times when facing mine formations.

For example, the Mine Detection Stick, a very mysterious and powerful thing. In fact, it is a metal probe with a long wooden handle on the front.

When used, the soldier bends down and inserts the mine probe rod into the ground at an angle of 45 degrees, looking for the mine through contact.