It's a huge warehouse, and it's full of mountains of food in addition to munitions.

Since the entire warehouse area was on the back of the searchlight, the piles of supplies in the dark night looked like a group of monsters that had fallen asleep in silence.

A few dozen meters outside the warehouse is a ring of fortifications made of sandbags, and you can see the light and heavy machine guns on the sandbags, the 38 large covers, and the steel helmets shining brightly under the searchlight.

Two searchlights were erected on wooden shelves more than five meters high, and behind each searchlight were two Japanese soldiers.

The two lampposts swayed back and forth, sometimes intersecting and sometimes separating, and the lights within a few dozen meters were everywhere, and the places that could not be illuminated were dark and dark.

The light seemed to drive away the darkness, but as soon as it turned away, it was swallowed up by the darkness.

Four armored vehicles lined up to the north, the Japanese soldier in the turret showing his half-pulled head, his steel helmet shining in the searchlight, his gaze moving with the pillar of the searchlight alert for movement in the darkness.

The light streaked through the dilapidated alleys, over a broken wall on the side of the road, and then moved away after a pause in a house with an attic forty meters from the armoured vehicle.

There was also a secret sentry in the small window of the attic.

It was late at night, and the Japanese sentry had been standing in front of the window to the north for a long time.

He wasn't afraid of the dark, because it made him feel like he was one with the night, and then he would feel safe.

But he was afraid of the light, and whenever the light of the searchlight came in through the small window in the back, he always felt that his figure would be exposed by the light of the background light behind him, and he always felt that his enemy was aiming at him in the darkness that the searchlight could not see.

He always wondered if his enemy had never fired because he was hesitating to shoot him in the left or right eye.

Once, when he saw a wild cat running across the ridge of the roof from the searchlight, he was so nervous that he immediately loaded the bullet.

When he realized that it was just a false alarm, he smiled self-deprecatingly, left his post for a while, turned around and paced to the window behind him, and looked at the armored car that shone like iron in the searchlight, and he felt at ease.

And because he stood back at the window to the south, he was illuminated by another searchlight, so the companion who was in charge of the searchlight froze, "What are you looking behind without staring at the front of you?" So the searchlight stopped.

The awakened sentry quickly waved his hand apologetically and returned to the position he was supposed to hold.

But he didn't know that less than half a minute after he left the lookout post, a Chinese soldier had already jumped out of the darkness on the opposite side like a tanuki, and at this time he had already thrown himself into the house under his feet.

The Chinese soldier was Huo Xiaoshan.

Huo Xiaoshan had been waiting for such an opportunity in the darkness on the opposite side for a full two hours.

This house is sandwiched between the Japanese army's warehouse and the open land between the residential area, and the reason why it has become an open field is because a considerable part of the houses north of this house have been turned into rubble, just because the Japanese army felt that the depth defense of the warehouse was not enough to demolish all the houses, but this house was left alone, and this house was used as a sentry post.

Of course, Huo Xiaoshan could also use the winged crossbow to directly shoot this Japanese outpost, but he couldn't be sure that there was only one Japanese outpost in this building.

Besides, there were still two hours before the attack time, so he would rather wait a little longer than take the risk.

The Japanese sentry stood at the window again and began to imagine that the Chinese opposite would shoot him in the left or right eye, but he did not know that Huo Xiaoshan had quietly climbed up the attic from the ladder.

When the Japanese soldier felt that it was unlucky to always want someone to shoot him, and began to imagine the sumo wrestler in his hometown with only a crotch cloth, a pair of hands reached out from behind, forever stifling his reverie of standing in someone else's house.

When Huo Xiaoshan waved a white towel at the window, more than 20 soldiers from the directly subordinate battalion also ran out of the darkness opposite and entered this lonely house.

Xiaoshi and the other eight people all carried bundles of cluster grenades, which were used to bomb Japanese armored vehicles, and the rest of the people were armed with rifles and Czechs, which was the assault team that attacked the Japanese warehouse.

And in the darkness on the other side of the rubble, Zheng Youjian's grenadiers were already lining up the grenadiers.

According to the usual fighting method of the battalion directly under him, Zheng Youjian arranged the targets that needed to be shelled with each grenadier canister, and strived to solve the light and heavy firepower of the Japanese army in the first wave of attacks.

Hanzi mounted two Ma Keqin heavy machine guns on a high point, and the muzzle of the guns was pointed at the tent of the Japanese army behind the bunker.

The soldiers of the battalion are methodically carrying out the necessary steps throughout the combat preparation stage, and they are all veterans and understand the importance of pre-war preparation.

In particular, if the preparations for this kind of surprise attack on the Japanese army's fixed target and the enemy's presence in the open and the dark have been sufficiently prepared, the rest of the battle will be won as a matter of course.

Naturally, the Sichuan Legion also arrived, but they were assigned other tasks.

According to reconnaissance, there were more than 2,000 Japanese troops around this giant warehouse, and Huo Xiaoshan and the warehouse defense troops they were going to attack had more than 200 people.

The Japanese army also had a team of more than 100 engineers and more than 400 heavy soldiers who were watching and suppressing more than 4,000 captured road builders.

Not a kilometer away from this warehouse, there were also four or five hundred Japanese soldiers sleeping in the open, and these Japanese soldiers were the target of Deng Wenxianchuan's army.

At this time, the equipment of the Sichuan army and the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War had been greatly improved, and Deng Wenxian still had four mortars under him, and at this time, he had naturally adjusted his shooting Zhu Yuan to point at the Japanese troops who had fallen asleep.

Another Sichuan regiment was guarding the road of more than 1,000 Japanese reinforcements north of Huo Xiaoshan's battalion at this time to ensure the smooth progress of the attack on the Japanese troops around the warehouse and the road construction.

During the war years, night was always the best camouflage, and as far as the Japanese army was concerned, they were still kept in the dark.

The searchlights were still swaying mechanically and sleepily, the soldiers were snoring under their covers, and even the shooter in the turret of the armored car was asleep.

They broke into other people's homes because of a criminal war, and in other people's homes, they did all the bad things, but they still fantasized about their own peaceful night, they did not know that force had never conquered the Chinese, and they did not know that what they owed would eventually be repaid

At 1:50 a.m., four Chinese soldiers emerged from a lonely building, dodging Japanese searchlights and sneaking in front of their target armored vehicle in the dark.

They clasped their hands on the strings of the cluster grenades, leaned against the iron plate of the armored car, and quietly listened to the snoring of the Japanese charioteers inside the armored car.

At two o'clock in the morning, two gunshots rang out, and the two searchlights of the Japanese soldiers were extinguished by rifles.

These two gunshots were like the first rooster crow at dawn, which led to countless cries in the night.

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