When the enemy rushed into the village and was anxious to enter the decisive battle, they followed Liu Mansheng's instructions of "skillfully concealing, dispersing operations, preserving strength, and killing and wounding the enemy," and quickly dispersed in accordance with the combat squads and combat groups that had been arranged in advance, and carried out scattered but organized battles under unified command.

The little devil squadron leader Luo Chuan commanded the vanguard to rush into the village first, and was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him, the team that had been fighting against them just now suddenly disappeared without a trace, and a large pile of kraft paper with bags of gunpowder and steel grit was abandoned near the village gate, flying in the wind, and there were scattered bullet casings, and the thick gunpowder smoke was scattered along the streets and alleys, filling with a pungent atmosphere.

Luo Chuan, the bad thing, ordered the troops to search and advance along the street, and after walking a short distance, there was a roar on the ground, and countless fires came from the alleys, street corners, roofs, and walls, forcing the troops to the walls on both sides of the street, unable to move forward. At the same time, the roar of earthen artillery was heard in several different directions, and several other units suffered the same fate.

Captain Fujimoto stood next to the village gate, his mind was a little dazed, the ingenious fighting style of the guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army made him very nervous, consumed a lot of ammunition, paid heavy casualties, and finally rushed into the village, hoping to force the guerrillas into a decisive battle, give them a fatal blow, and clear the obstacles on the way forward.

When this bad thing was getting angry, several devil leaders rushed to report that the guerrillas, relying on their familiarity with the terrain, were scattered and hidden in various places, carrying out skillful and stubborn resistance, and the troops were constantly attacked by surprises, but not a single guerrilla was caught.

These depressing reports drove the usually invincible Captain Fujimoto crazy, and categorically ordered: "Set fire to me!" The guerrillas drove out and forced them to fight a decisive battle! "The devils and the puppet army looked everywhere for firewood and grass to start fires, and set fires everywhere.

This brutal revenge of the enemy deepened the hatred and anger of the soldiers and the masses, and they sniped the arsonists at every alley, every house, every window, and every wall, so that the arsonists were the first to die in the raging flames and go to hell first.

Luo Chuan, a bad thing, led fifteen or sixteen devils to rush into a large courtyard, wanting to find firewood and grass here to set fire, and as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he met the battle team led by Song Jiliu, who came over the wall, and met on a narrow road, without giving in to each other, and the two sides immediately engaged in white-knuckle fighting.

The good man Song Jiliu suddenly dodged into the pot house, put down a few shots in his hand, drew his sharp sword, and took the lead in rushing towards the enemy. A devil stepped forward and stabbed with a gun, Song Jiliu used his sword to slash, and the devil staggered, and before the devil stood firm, the sword slashed head-on, and the devil couldn't dodge, and fell on his back with a miserable howl.

A member of the Self-Defense Corps stabbed the devil in the stomach with a steel fork, but was stabbed in the thigh by another devil who rushed up, and sat on the ground a few steps backwards. The steel fork poked straight into the stomach of the devil lying on his back in a pool of blood, and the fork handle shook endlessly. The devil took a step forward, and the flat-ended bayonet stabbed at the heart of the self-defense regiment.

Song Jiliu's eyes were quick, he jumped sideways, and used his sword to pull away the devil's bayonet, and the sword stabbed the ground with a twist, stabbing the devil's chest and falling to the ground. When Luo Chuan saw Song Jiliu, he was already furious, and when he saw Song Jiliu put down six or seven devils one after another, his desire for revenge became even more frenzied.

This bad thing hurriedly rushed up, waved the ivory inlaid jade command knife, and slashed towards the back of Song Jiliu's head. Song Jiliu heard the sound behind him, turned around suddenly, and swung the sword violently to meet it, and the command knife slashed on the soft sword surface, and with a squeak, sparks attacked. Luo Chuan suddenly felt that his arm sank, his body couldn't help flashing, and he almost planted a big heel, and the ivory-inlaid jade command knife flew out of his hand and landed in front of the wall.

Song Jiliu shouted, raised his sword, and stepped forward to stab him. Luo Chuan, the bad thing, was in a hurry, pulled out Wang Ba's box and fired three shots in a row according to Song Jiliu. Song Jiliu turned to one side slightly, the bullet grazed his chest, and he suddenly had a hot feeling, and he couldn't help but slow down. Luo Chuan stabilized his heel, raised his gun and fired again.

At this time, Liu Mansheng led several guerrillas to jump over the wall and jump into the courtyard, seeing this emergency situation, he easily pulled out the steel fork inserted in the belly of the devil and threw it towards Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan, the bad thing, heard the sound, raised his eyes suddenly, and saw the cold and shining steel fork with the clanging sound of the iron ring, flying towards him like a meteor, and he was suddenly dizzy, and as soon as he shrank his head, the steel fork flew past with a sound close to the steel helmet, and was straight on the wall facing the wall. Where did Luo Chuan care about shooting again, picked up the ivory inlaid jade command knife, grabbed the door and escaped.

Bursts of shouts of fighting were heard in the streets, and the guerrillas and the masses drove groups of arsonists into the streets, and fierce street battles began.

Song Jiliu untied his clothes, and with a bullet, he bit off a piece of meat on his chest, and blood gushed out. Liu Mansheng helped him bandage his wounds.

Liu Mansheng listened carefully to the killing sound on the street, as if judging the degree of fierce fighting, and then instructed the guerrilla Xiang Hengyi: "Go and tell everyone that we have given the devil a lot of damage, and we have completed the task of frontal blocking, and persuade everyone not to fall in love with the war, not to be hard, and immediately move to the next blocking line according to the request of the county magistrate Zhu Mingyuan, and continue to contain the enemy." ”

A fierce fight, coupled with the sharp pain of two wounds, Song Jiliu suddenly felt dizzy, and his whole body was weak and weak. He closed his eyes, tried to restrain the fatigue and pain, and stood up suddenly, his eyes shot out of blazing brilliance, and his tone was full of strong confidence: "Quickly report the battle situation here to County Magistrate Zhu, please rest assured that the third squadron of our Gandong Brigade and the villagers will definitely drag and entangle the vanguard of the devils, so that these turtles will not be able to move an inch and cannot move forward!" ”

When the front line of the cemetery is fighting fiercely, the face-to-face-for-tat struggle on the road to Xiangzhuang Lake in Ganyu County has also been pushed to the top.

When Han Deqin and his subordinates heard that Dong Yupei was out of the village, they were shocked. When he received the battle report from the front line: Dong Yupei led his troops to break through the siege and rushed to a large cemetery not far in front of the village to stand for help, and the battle was in a situation of temporary stalemate, so he put a little refreshment. Han Deqin said that he was a little tired and needed a little rest, so he hid in the lounge with his hand and Gao Shen and plotted countermeasures.

The high-ranking general crumpled his military hat and scolded angrily: "Dong Yupei, this waste—one"

Han Deqin took a few deep puffs of foreign cigarettes, slowly calmed down, and said with a meaningful smile: "People have miscalculations, horses have leaked hooves, and it is inevitable that they will fall for the Eighth Route Army's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain." However, it was a great achievement that he lured the Japanese out and added a strong arm to us. ”

This senior counselor said with deep uneasiness: "We have fallen into the trap of Sun Jixian and Liu Haitao, we can't stay here for a long time, and we should rush back to the provincial government immediately." ”

Han Deqin didn't answer immediately, twisted his fat chin, looked at the slowly rising wisps of smoke, and after a while, he raised his eyes, shot out two fierce gazes, and sneered: "Of course you can't completely count on him." Han Deqin smiled treacherously, "Dong Yupei is stubbornly waiting for help, and the Japanese are rushing to advance the army, so they want to take advantage of this stalemate situation and mobilize a few more security forces to let the Eighth Route Army taste the taste of embattled." When the work is done, it's not too late for us to go back to the provincial government. ”

"Then we have to get to safety." Gao Shen said, "Several local armies were already a little hesitant and wait-and-see, and the time was so urgent, without your order, I am afraid that they would not take the initiative to send troops." Besides, the west of this Ganyu County borders Shandong, and we can't reach it! ”

"Brother, you are really smart, you are confused for a while." Han Deqin smiled secretly, "Why bother to go far? Can't you just transfer troops here? ”

"Troop transfer here?!" Gao Shen repeated Han Deqin's words, with a reflective expression on his face.

( Biography of Chinese and Foreign Heroes )