Chapter 110: The traitor struggles

The little man Xia Xitian raised his binoculars and observed carefully for a while, but there was still no movement, which made him even more puzzled. He thought that if the Eighth Route Army wanted to use this method to contain them and make it easier to block them, more than ten minutes passed, but the Eighth Route Army did not attack, and there was no sign in this area that was enough to indicate that someone was ambushed.

At this time, a thought flashed through Xia Xitian's mind: Could it be that the nearby residents deliberately became enemies of our army? As soon as Xia Xitian thought of this, he immediately made observations on several nearby villages. The mystery in his heart grew even greater when his eyes fell on the village closest to the road, which was silent and surprisingly quiet, as if a murderous motive lurked.

"Li Kuiben, you take people to this place." Xia Xitian pointed a pistol at the village to the west and said, "Arrest all the bad guys who put the nail boards!" ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Li Kuiben, the platoon commander, agreed repeatedly, and took about 30 puppet soldiers to the western villages.

When the enemy approached the edge of the village, there was a sudden deafening roar, and the muskets at the front of the wall were like countless fire dragons rushing towards the enemy, and a group of unprepared enemies fell down with screams.

Li Kuiben, who was walking behind, was lucky not to be injured by the earthen cannon, and hurriedly got into the green seedlings on the side of the road. After a roar, Li Kuiben looked around, and more than a dozen puppet soldiers fell in a pool of blood, some had been blown to a blur of flesh and blood, some were dying, and a few were struggling and shouting for help.

In addition, the remaining twenty or so puppet soldiers all crouched on the side of the road and did not dare to move. Li Kuiben looked at the walled village, which was still silent, and faintly visible figures jumping. Li Kui did not understand the enemy's situation. Frightened by the iron rain of death, he did not dare to act rashly, so he gathered up the wounded and disabled to monitor the spot, and sent a soldier to report the enemy situation to Xia Xitian.

The roar of the earthen artillery had already worried Xia Xitian, and when he heard the report that the reconnaissance detachment had suffered one-third casualties, he couldn't help but be furious. Originally, Xia Xitian's purpose in attacking this village was to punish those residents who dared to be his enemies, kill and plunder, and immediately hit the road.

To the surprise of these traitors, these residents dared to openly confront him, and if he did not crusade, it would inevitably hurt his dignity.

So, Xia Xitian ordered: "Leave a company of men and horses to guard the car, and I will personally lead the second company to outflank it." Lao Tzu wants to destroy this village into ruins in the shortest possible time, so that these poor people who are 'self-sufficient' will know how powerful I am Xia Xitian. ”

"Yes!" Everyone's minions.

The people guarding the siege could see clearly that the puppet army was like a swarm of wasps trampling on the green seedlings, screaming and rushing over. When people saw large swaths of green crops falling, their hearts ached like knives, and their hearts burned with anger.

The village chief instructed everyone to load up the gunpowder of the "foreign cannons" and aim at the enemy groups that were getting closer and closer. Although this "foreign cannon" is a primitive weapon, it is very effective for firing at close range. Broken pot slices and iron sand turned into blazing firepower, which spread widely and had great lethality, and people called it "iron broom". What this iron broom sweeps away, what suffers.

When the enemy who rushed in front approached the wall, the muskets and "foreign cannons" roared angrily, and a stormy fire net was thrown at the enemy, causing the puppet army to roll and crawl, shouting for father and mother. After the billowing smoke cleared, more than a dozen corpses lay down in front of the wall.

The resistance of the local militia made Xia Xitian very angry, and he commanded the puppet army to rush up again. The people in the encircled village calmly responded to the battle, and the enemy did not fight when they were far away, and as soon as they approached the encircled village, they bombarded it with "foreign cannons". The enemy's casualties were mounting, but they were never able to get close to the wall. In this way, they have been holding each other for more than an hour.

Xia Xitian was in a hurry, and he began to realize that his plan to grab food would be likely to be ruined by this blockade. If it is delayed here for too long, it will not only increase casualties in vain and weaken the combat effectiveness of the troops, but even worse, let the Eighth Route Army learn of the whereabouts of our army and be prepared to calmly respond to the battle.

When Xia Xitian thought of this, he became more and more eager to solve the battle quickly, and he hated the "stubbornness" of the residents of this village, and the beastly desire for revenge became more and more intense.

This bad thing called the company platoon commander and other leaders, and after severely reprimanding them, he ordered a car to come over as an attack cover, concentrate superior forces to make a frontal breakthrough, and settle the battle within one hour, raze the village to the ground, and kill all the men, women, and children in the village. He showed his pistol, shook it in front of the big and small bosses, and killed a frightened little pig on the side of the road, and said aggressively: "It's this little pig who retreats!"

The car drove over, and Xia Xitian ordered: "Light and heavy machine guns and grenadiers fired together to suppress the firepower of the wall, and a company of commandos, under the cover of the car, rushed towards the wall." ”

The driver, who was covered in cold sweat and had a pale face, honked his horn desperately, seemingly to scare the people in the village, but actually to give himself courage. At this time, the muskets and "foreign cannons" in the enclosure bombarded the enemy at the same time. Suddenly, smoke and dust covered the sky, shrapnel flew sideways, and a fierce battle began.

Under the cover of heavy fire, the enemy finally approached the entrance of the village. A car in the front drove straight towards the gate at full speed, trying to break through the gate......

The captain of the village militia saw the enemy's attempt, and suddenly pounced on the "foreign cannon", lit the fire letter, and a hot iron stream sprayed towards the front of the car, with a bang, the front of the car burned, the doors and windows were shattered, the driver screamed and fell from his seat, and a bloody arm stretched out of the broken car door, swaying weakly. The car stopped immediately, only popping like a bull with its throat cut off, shaking in a pool of blood.

At this moment, a volley of grenadier shells landed on the village gate, which collapsed in half, and several militiamen were wounded and let out a suppressed groan. More than a dozen puppet soldiers hidden behind the car took advantage of the situation and rushed up. The captain of the militia was busy loading a second coat of gunpowder, and it was too late, and the enemy rushed into the village gate with bayonets.

The village chief, who was commanding, saw clearly, raised his machete, roared, and took the lead in rushing towards the enemy group. With a cold light and the sound of wind in both ears, a puppet soldier was unloaded with his head and shoulders, and with a sharp turn of his blade, he fell to the ground with a wail to the waist of another enemy.

The fearlessness of the village chief inspired the crowd, and they swung machetes, red tassel guns, steel shovels, sharp axes, and dung forks to encircle the enemy. The common people here have always practiced martial arts, regardless of men, women, and children, they will have three fists and two feet, and they will fight and fall, and although the enemy is fierce, it is difficult to defeat four hands with two fists, not to mention that they are facing heroic people who have the same hatred and hatred of the enemy, and there are casualties on each other, and the fight is inseparable.

The enemy behind was shocked by this vicious battle, only to see the light of swords and swords, and the flesh and blood flying, which was thrilling. The village chief was particularly eye-catching, his burly body was half a cut above the crowd, and a machete flew up and down, and if it touched the blade, it could be crippled at least and killed at worst.

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