The southern section of the Kuroda Task Force collapsed with the rear of the forward position of the infantry, and the defeated soldiers and deserters who had retreated poured into the headquarters camp of the wing in Beitan Village like a tide, and at the same time that they were attacked at midnight, the situation here in Beitan Village was also a mess!

The camp of the headquarters of the wing had fallen into chaos, and the Eighth Route Army, which had lurked from the mountains on the east and west sides, had evaded the Japanese troops occupying the heights on both sides of the road during the day, and had carried through a long dormant period of more than ten hours in the pre-predetermined hiding cave, like the soldiers of the first group, and finally waited for the moment to attack!

The first to rush into the devil's camp was the soldiers of the second group, and after they came out of the hiding place, they did not go directly to the dense tent area outside Beitan Village, but walked north against the mountain roots, and arrived at the road bridge in the north of Beitan Village.

The soldiers on duty noticed that from the direction of the village, a small group of about a small group of people was walking along the road in two columns, solemnly and neatly, and the Japanese soldiers who were guarding the bridge probably thought that they were infantry squads patrolling the road, and let them approach the checkpoint without raising their voices.

Because this group of soldiers came over in a dignified and very quiet manner, the Japanese soldiers had the impression that only their imperial soldiers could have such a military appearance and marching order, so they thought that this was the soldiers of the infantry team who came to patrol, and it was soon a few minutes before the time for the changing of the guard, the Japanese sentries were very psychologically lax, and they did not expect anything unusual about this group of soldiers.

As a result, the soldiers marching in these two columns, from the moment they appeared, had been advancing unhurriedly northward on the main road, and soon approached the checkpoint. Suddenly, the trumpet sounded. Began to attack the garrison at the bridgehead in unison. After a few rows of short gunfires, and after more than a dozen dull and rapid grenade explosions, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who rushed over spread out in a fan-faced formation, and the devil station on the side of the highway at the bridgehead was immediately surrounded by the sound of white-knuckle fighting.

Within a few minutes, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, divided into small groups, continued to fire with various weapons, threw grenades and explosive packs into tents and fortifications, and a tracked vehicle equipped with machine guns was hit. The gasoline flowed to the ground, and in an instant, it burst into a violent flame!

Almost none of the Japanese soldiers in the garrison team of the bridgehead could escape the attack, only the group of war horses broke free of the reins after being frightened, and ran back to Beitan Village along the avenue, and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army did not chase the group of war horses, but immediately placed explosive bags under the wooden bridge, and blew the wooden bridge that had just been reinforced by the devil sappers during the day! Now even the garrison in the north of the bridge can't get over!

The highway bridge is more than two miles away from Beitan Village, and when gunfire rang out in the north, some devil departments and units around the wing headquarters in the village were still sleeping in tents and fortifications. Apparently they thought that their troops were launching a night attack on the remnants of the Eighth Route Army in the surrounding mountains at night.

When I was woken up in a hurry, I realized that the battle had already begun! It's not to fight the eight roads, but the eight roads come by themselves! Some of the Japanese soldiers who jumped out of their tents first heard the sound of horses' hooves. Immediately, I saw a group of horses galloping and neighing from the avenue!

In the panic, the sound of gunfire like bursting beans in the distance in the south also came, and the people in the base camp of Beitan Village ran around, and before they could assemble the team, they were close at hand, and the sound of gunfire and killing suddenly appeared! In a moment, the devil's garrison was washed away by the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army!

When the devils heard the sound of military trumpets and horses' hooves in the distance, they thought that they were sleeping, but the enemy of the Eighth Route Army, which they feared the most, fell from the sky like a cloud! In the trance, the figures are blurred, and you can only see these black shadows shooting when they see people, and even stabbing them with bayonets and chopping them with knives!

The grenade that flew in the night seriously injured Kumamoto Shosa, the liaison officer of the Kuroda Wing, and he escaped from the camp outside the village with the help of a captain named Ikeda and tried to retreat to the village.

Due to excessive blood loss, they lay on the side of the road and couldn't move, and watched more than a dozen black shadows running from the blazing camp, judging from the military uniforms reflected in the firelight, this must be the eighth road! Kumamoto thought he was going to die! Just close your eyes and wait for death!

But strange and lucky things happened to this devil Shaozo: several soldiers of the Eighth Route Army pointed at him with bayonets, but did not stab him, did not even seize his gun, just said something to each other, after a while, these soldiers of the Eighth Route Army turned around and rushed towards the village, Kumamoto survived, he is still surprised how he survived, he thinks that the Chinese soldiers around him are talking to each other about something, and the result of the discussion is estimated to be a dead Japanese officer.

The third group of the first commando team launched an attack from the south of Beitan Village, and only four of the ten pioneers who rushed into the Japanese camp in the south of the village were not wounded, and they worked in groups of two, specifically looking for a dark place to hide and search, and when they saw the running devils, they opened fire, and threw grenades when there were many people!

They rushed to the camp's largest tents, but were blocked by a machine-gun fire point surrounded by sandbags. The heavy machine-gun fire behind the sandbags also suppressed the two subsequent groups and could not outflank them in depth, one fighter rushed up with an explosive bag and fell, and another fighter rushed up and fell again!

Feng Shuanglin, the leader of the vanguard group, was annoyed! He crawled over from a pile of wooden boxes on the side, took the explosive bag from the arms of the sacrificed soldier, Feng Shuanglin lowered his body and crawled towards the devil's machine gun position with the explosive bag. A group of Japanese soldiers rushed from the big tent behind the machine gun point, trying to stop the attack of the Eighth Route Army, and from under the parked trucks in the open space, there were also Japanese soldiers who frantically shot at Feng Shuanglin, who was approaching the machine gun point

In order to cover Feng Shuanglin, the other soldiers of the Eighth Route Army desperately shot at the Japanese army, and in the fierce battle, Feng Shuanglin, who was shot in the leg and shoulder, finally approached the machine gun point!

The devil's two heavy machine guns opened fire very loudly, shaking the ground in front of the sandbag all the time, Feng Shuanglin suddenly stood up in front of the fire point, and the whole person jumped into the devil's machine gun position! Before he stood up, he pulled the fuse, and the devils were also frightened by the sudden appearance of this huge black shadow, and the machine gunner stopped pulling the trigger continuously.

The huge explosion was earth-shattering, Feng Shuanglin and the devil's two heavy machine guns, and more than a dozen devils disappeared into the sky-high smoke together, while his comrades-in-arms were rushing through the black gunpowder smoke towards the fleeing Japanese soldiers!

The Japanese soldiers in the large camp in the south of the village began to flee north, and no one went south, because the gunfire there was more dense than that around them, and they were not stupid when they fled for their lives! But their way was also cut off. Seven or eight of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army of the second group, who rushed back from the wooden bridge in the north of the village, bypassed the village and occupied the intersection of the road in the south of the village.

A large number of Japanese soldiers who ran over were knocked down one by one by machine gun bullets and grenades, wiped back and went south, the fierce fighting in the big camp continued, and there were no groups of Eighth Route Army soldiers in sight, only when the bayonet stabbed them over, they would be surprised to find that these Eighth Route Army soldiers were haunted by ghosts!

Kumamoto was wounded by a grenade as the rebels retreated to the main camp, and then the defeated Japanese soldiers began to flee to the village for the second time, and after being killed by the blockade this time, the rebels simply ran to the mountains on the east and west sides of the black press! After all, there is also its own garrison there.

These soldiers have forgotten an important problem, the wing headquarters is still in the village! For it is not in the open valley where the flames of the muzzles of the guns and the flashes of grenade explosions are so obvious, but the fighting obscured by houses, courtyards, and numbers is less shocking!

But Captain Kuroda led a temporary combat team composed of more than 20 adjutants, guards, etc., and was surrounded in the courtyard by the soldiers who had stormed into the village from the Eighth Road!

It's all messed up! Kuroda, who was awakened from his sleep, was not wearing his military uniform, and when he rushed into the room of the war department with a combat knife, he heard the explosion of the unique wooden-handled grenade of the Eighth Route Army, which was only a few dozen meters away from his courtyard at most! The bullets that flew over hit the roof of his war department! (To be continued......)