In the dead of night, Jingshan Village.

The car road leading from Hangzhou to Lin'an, passing through the middle of the village, is like a giant python lying horizontally in the night, waiting for the prey to come to the door.

The 27th Wing of the Japanese Army forcibly marched all the way to the outside of the village, and the wing commander Hirata Qinichi Nakasashi sent a team into the village to check. Hirata Fox was hesitant, thought about it and sent a team into the village, but who knew that it was meat buns beating dogs again - there was no return.

At this time, even the most unresponsive people knew that the situation was wrong, and Hirata Nakasa immediately ordered the grenadiers to shell the village. Soon, grenades rained down on all parts of the village, flashing red light, violent explosions rang out one after another, and some thatched huts were set on fire, illuminating the village.

The shelling lasted about two minutes, and Hirata drew his command knife and ordered his troops to attack with all their might, and a tidal wave of Japanese troops poured in from the east entrance of the village.

"Shooting"

The squad and platoon officers of the 1st Regiment, 1st Battalion, and 1st Company of the New 2nd Division, who were stationed here, calmly gave orders, and the black muzzles of their guns suddenly stretched out from the low buildings, shooting rows of bullets at the ghost soldiers who rushed over.

"Bang bang—"

The bullet shot into the crowd, spewing a burst of blood mist from the ghost soldiers in front of them, and the Japanese army that rushed forward fell like an onion that had been peeled off. The Devil Grenadier, who accompanied the infantry attack, quickly crouched down and poured a dense rain of bullets on the houses on both sides of the road, and soon the sparks from the explosion set the thatched houses mixed in with them, and together with the previously lit houses, the village quickly turned into a sea of fire.

The ground trembled in the violent explosions, tyrannical shrapnel flew everywhere, and some of the more dilapidated houses collapsed.

With the help of the burning fire, the Japanese soldiers howled and rushed into the entrance of the village, and then spread to the two wings.

It turned out that the news that the Phoenix Radio Station had been disclosing in the past few days that the Japanese army had used war to feed the war and that many towns around Hangzhou had been slaughtered had frightened the old and young people of Jingshan Village, and as the citizens of Hangzhou flocked to the village, the ordinary people in the village fled westward with their families, and now the officers and men of the 1st Regiment of the New Second Division responsible for the rear of the palace are active in Jingshan Village and the surrounding areas.

More than 1,000 Japanese infantry poured into Jingshan Village, and mutations occurred one after another:

A devil who shrunk his head and shrank his head and watched everywhere, stepped on the mine buried in the corner of the wall, only to hear a loud sound of "boom", the fireball gushed up from under the loose bluestone slab, and the slate instantly turned into gravel under the huge high temperature and high pressure, flying arbitrarily in the air, the unlucky devil soldier was blown to pieces on the spot, and more than a dozen devil soldiers around were splashed to the gravel chips overturned on the road, six of them were killed on the spot, and the rest were also scarred, and a blind devil wounded soldier let out a terrible howl.

The Japanese soldiers who lay down to hide waited for two or three minutes, and when they saw that there was no movement, they continued to move forward. But before they could reach ten meters, more than a dozen grenades emitting green smoke suddenly flew out from behind an earthen wall, and fifty or sixty devil soldiers crowded on the road fell amid screams.

"Baga, there is an ambush"

As the Japanese officer reminded loudly, the little devil lay down again.

"Da-da-"

The crooked machine guns of the devils shot a furious rain of bullets at the wall, and more than a dozen devils rushed under the wall with their hands hunched over the corpses of their companions, knocked on the grenades and threw them out, and the locust-like grenades fell over the wall and exploded in the courtyard inside.

After a burst of gunfire and explosions, the Japanese soldiers kicked open the gate of the courtyard and rushed in, only to find that the courtyard was empty, and there was not even a ghost shadow.

"Where are the soldiers of Nani who sneak attacked?"

The devil lieutenant who led the team was very surprised and immediately sent someone into the house to find out the situation. More than 20 devil soldiers searched carefully, and found that there was a tunnel under the bed plank in the master bedroom, and the attacker must have transferred the devil second lieutenant through the tunnel to send two Japanese soldiers down the tunnel.

Since he did not carry poison gas, the second lieutenant motioned to his men to throw a few grenades into the tunnel, and when the smoke from the explosion poured out, he gave up the exploration and returned to the outside of the courtyard to continue his progress.

At this time, the village had already exploded.

The village with the car road as the core seems to be a monster that devours human life, and the roofs and windows of the main street and every alley on both sides may stick out a gun at any time, and every time a gun is fired, the devil soldiers will be shot and fall on the cold and damp ground.

The devils, who were hit by cold guns and cold bullets, hurriedly mobilized their forces and launched an attack on the courtyard where the attackers were entrenched

Dozens of submachine guns spitting flames suddenly protruded from the rooftops and windows of various parts of the village, and more than 20 light machine guns poked out of the windows on the second floor of several relatively sturdy Western-style buildings.

The Japanese troops who were fiercely attacked hurriedly organized a counterattack, but the road and the lanes on both sides were unexpectedly cleaned by the defenders, and there were no stone mills, board cars, whetstones, etc., which were common in the countryside, and there were no obstacles to avoid bullets.

A storm of bullets and grenades struck together, and these grenades had the finishing touch, and the devil soldiers hiding in the corners were turned over in pieces by the collapsed wall bricks and bluestone slabs that had been blown to pieces, and the streets and alleys were covered with blood, and the devil soldiers were screaming in pain.

By the time the little devil reacted and fired grenades into the windows and roofs with grenadiers, the attackers had already picked up their weapons and disappeared.

The Czech light machine guns in several western-style buildings are still ringing, and these machine guns located in the windows are surrounded by thick sandbags, leaving only shooting holes and lookouts. Due to the high and high firing angles of these blocking points, coupled with their mutual cooperation, a large number of Japanese troops were like gourds that had been pierced, and blood was pouring out.

When the little devil adjusted the deployment of troops and approached the machine gun fire point, he found that the opponent did not have any dead ends, and more than 20 machine guns fired at intervals, building a cross-strike firepower, and one firepower point could not be taken care of, at least two or more firepower points covered that position, so that the Japanese army had nowhere to go

Because the Hirata Wing was marching in a hurry, the infantry artillery did not keep up, and the grenades thrown by the grenadiers could not penetrate the solid reinforced concrete buildings in front of them, and the Japanese sharpshooters could not play a role in the night.

However, after all, the little devil has been in battle for a long time, and immediately came up with countermeasures, bombarding the building with grenadiers regardless of the cost, suppressing the firepower of the defenders, and then sending sappers to gradually collapse the buildings around the western-style building through blasting, approaching step by step, and then blasting the western-style building after the last day.

However, this method advanced extremely slowly, and was repeatedly attacked by the defenders during the blasting, and the Japanese advanced extremely slowly.

After fighting continuously for most of the night, the Japanese army was tired and tired, and had no initial vigor.

"Woohoo—"

"Boom-"

A burst of dense artillery shells suddenly fell and exploded over the Japanese headquarters more than 300 meters east of Jingshan Village, and for a time, the unsuspecting devils were killed and injured on the spot.

"Didi—"

The loud trumpets of the charge sounded from all directions, and the Japanese troops inside and outside Jingshan Village were in chaos, and it was impossible to figure out how many Chinese troops had come.

In the dark, the officers and men of the Maoliangwu militia who rushed down from Jingshan Ridge and Jingshan Cuigu constantly strafed with submachine guns and bombed with grenades.

After all, the Japanese army was well-trained, the squadron leader and squad leader were not alarmed, the defense line was relatively well-layered, and the bullets fired from the Type 38 rifle and the grenades fired from the grenadiers constantly pierced into the middle of the attacking regiment of officers and men, and many soldiers died on the road to the charge.

However, after all, the Japanese army responded to the battle in a hurry, and was in an absolute psychological disadvantage, surrounded by shouts of killing and gunfire, and inevitably rushed to the battle, and the shooting effect was greatly reduced. On the other hand, the new 2nd Division's attack was unusually sharp, covering with light and heavy machine guns, mortars, grenadiers, and snipers, and then charging with infantry armed with submachine guns and light machine guns, which was very sharp.

The snipers at the back of the attack line constantly shot at the Japanese officers, machine gunners and grenadiers, knocking out the devil's defenses.

The officers and men of the new 2nd Division in the assault fell a lot under the fire interception of the Japanese army, but many more rushed forward, and when they approached the enemy's defensive line, a row of grenades flew towards the devils. Not to be outdone, the Japanese army threw grenades, but their hasty defense was very chaotic, and the scattered grenades thrown could not be as lethal as the dense grenades thrown by the Chinese army, and one defense circle after another was swallowed up and eliminated.

Inside and outside Jingshan Village, explosions sounded, and a large number of devils fell unwillingly in the fire and gunsmoke. At this point, the Japanese army finally collapsed, and the commander of the 27th Wing, Hirata Kinichi Nakasa, who had been wounded in the first round of counterattack shelling, gave the order for the whole army to retreat in embarrassment, and then, with the support of several staff officers, fled to the east under the cover of night.

"What? There was no total annihilation of the advancing Japanese army? ”

Wu Ming, who put down the battle report, had a very ugly face, and it was better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt ten fingers, but he did not expect that the ambush circle carefully designed by a regiment and two regiments of the Maoliangwu militia allowed the Japanese army to successfully break through, although this battle wiped out more than 1,500 Japanese troops, but it did not hurt its roots, and it could not achieve the effect of deterring the seventh division.

Moreover, the first regiment and the Maoliangwu militia themselves also suffered more than 500 casualties, and the strength of the Japanese army can be seen from the fact that there are still such large battle losses due to intentional calculations or unintentional calculations.

It was already three o'clock in the morning, Wu Ming looked at the dense crowd on the westbound road, and then looked at the dark night sky, and shook his head with a wry smile.

At the mouth of the river ahead, the crowd was crowded, and there was a faint noise of noise, and occasionally one or two car horns chirped.

"What's the blockage?"

Wu Ming's face turned blue, Yu Yan's lips were blistering in a hurry, and he hurriedly brought someone up to check.

An unusually arrogant voice came from the night: "You untouchables, get out of the way of Lao Tzu and let the car pass first"

A young man in a suit pushed the car door, climbed onto the roof of the car, stood up with his waist crossed, and shouted a reprimand to the crowding people crossing the river:

"Get out of the way of Lao Tzu, let me tell you, my dad is the scientific name of Qian in Zhejiang, the deputy director of the Department of Civil Affairs, and Dean Kong is a good friend, you block the road again, be careful that Lao Tzu drives you to death"

After the highway bridge was blown up, the sappers of the New Second Division quickly erected two improvised pontoon bridges over the river for people fleeing west to cross. The pontoon bridge is narrow, the driving is reluctant, and everyone can't see it, so it makes a fuss.

"Young Master Qian, it's not that you won't be allowed to cross, but the pontoon bridge is so simple, even if we walk on it, we have to be careful, your car can't get on." An old man in a long robe with gray hair persuaded him bitterly.

"Niang Xipi"

The young man surnamed Qian was so angry that without saying a word, he took out a pocket watch from his arms and slammed it into the old man.

I only heard the old man's "ouch", his hand covered his forehead and bent down, and blood gushed out from between his fingers.