"Stop, whoever!"

Erwangzhuang has a special geographical location, guarding the only main road to the county seat of Zhangjiaji, dozens of miles away from the vicinity, only this big road can lead to the county seat, it can be seen that it is indeed a strategic place.

Because of this, the Japanese army built three artillery towers here in one go and stationed a whole reinforced squad.

The three turrets were horns of each other, and the Japanese even cleared all the buildings and trees within 200 meters of the turrets, leaving no blind spots for shooting.

With more than a dozen light and heavy machine guns in the turret, plus six 50-caliber grenadiers, it was difficult for the Eighth Route Army, which had no heavy weapons, to capture it in a short time, even if it came to the last regiment.

Moreover, Erwangzhuang is only a dozen miles away from the county seat, and a major road is connected between them, so as long as it is attacked, most of the Japanese troops stationed in the county can rush to reinforcements within an hour.

Of course, such a strong fortress, and the Japanese army in the county town can be reinforced at any time, whether it is the regular troops of the Eighth Route Army or the guerrillas, they have never had the idea of fighting here.

And at this moment, on the road leading from Erwangzhuang to Zhangjiaji, a soldier wearing a puppet army uniform was stumbling all the way over, and looked back from time to time, as if something was chasing him.

"Stop, who? Shoot if you don't stand still! ”

Just when the puppet soldier was less than a hundred meters away from the turret group, the puppet soldiers who were on guard in front of the turret all raised their rifles in their hands, and one of them shouted loudly.

"Don't ...... Don't shoot, ...... My own people, I am ...... It's Wang Xiaoer from Zhangjiaji......"

Wang Xiaoer ran for more than ten miles in one breath, and he was already so tired that he couldn't breathe, so he hurriedly raised his hands when he saw this, and showed his identity intermittently.

"Hey, it's really Wang Xiaoer!"

A puppet soldier in front of the turret squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and hurriedly asked the people around him to put down the guns in their hands, and asked loudly:

"Wang Xiaoer, you're not happy in Zhangjiaji, why are you running here?"

Wang Xiaoer continued to trot over, and when he couldn't lift up his breath when he got close, he sat down on the ground, gasping for breath, his head, face and body were as if they had been doused with water, and he was very wet.

"Hurry up, get a bowl of water!"

With a bowl of underwater belly, Wang Xiaoer finally recovered a little, and shouted weakly:

"Quick...... Go and tell the imperial army, Zhang Jiaji...... Zhangjiaji was ...... Surrounded by a large number of eight-way roads, the brothers held ...... It won't last long......"

"What! Zhangjiaji was surrounded by a large number of eight roads? ”

Several puppet soldiers immediately knew that the situation was serious, and one of them hurriedly ran towards a turret behind, shouting loudly as he ran:

"Taijun, Taijun, it's not good, Zhangjiaji is besieged by the Eighth Road, and it can't hold it anymore!"

A few minutes later, in addition to the 30 or so people left to guard the turret, the remaining nearly 60 Japanese soldiers were assembled, and under the personal leadership of the lieutenant and squad leader of this reinforced squad, they marched towards Zhangjiaji.

Of course, there are dozens of puppet soldiers at the head, and these cannon fodder don't need to be in vain.

At this moment, the gunfire in Zhangjiaji is still ringing, but if you listen carefully, you can know that the gunfire on the guerrilla side has thinned out a lot, which makes Sun Dabiao's heart settle down a little.

It seems that the Eighth Road sees that their strategy of attacking the east and west cannot work, and no longer plans to attack.

On both sides of the road from Zhangjiaji to Erwangzhuang, there are two small mountain bags, on which some trees grow sparsely, but it is the height of summer, so the weeds on the mountain can be more than one meter high.

On these two hills, most of the men and horses of the county brigade of the guerrillas are in ambush at this moment, nearly two hundred people.

Guo Qingyang was lying in the grass at this time, listening to the captain of his team make pre-war arrangements for everyone.

"The big guys have memorized it for me, the devils are coming for a while, don't shoot first, wait until the puppet army in front passes, let's just fight the devils below, as long as the devils who come to the rescue are dumplings, those puppet soldiers are no big deal."

After a pause, the captain continued to advise: "Don't forget, everyone must first deal with the devil's officers, machine gunners and grenadiers, otherwise we won't be able to take advantage of the hard fight." ”

"Captain, don't worry, we know how to fight, and we will definitely not let the devil's machine gun go off."

Most of the guerrillas had experience fighting devils, and of course they knew what their priority was to strike.

"Brother Guo, you just learned to put a gun, and you don't know how to fight, just lie here and don't move around later, otherwise the devil's marksmanship is not vegetarian."

Yue Xiuying observed the distance of the road and turned back to Guo Qingyang beside him.

"Don't worry, Sister Yue, I know how to do it."

Guo Qingyang nodded, this is not the time to be reckless, if you are hit by a bullet, even if you don't die, you will be seriously injured.

Not long after, a puff of smoke and dust floated at the end of the road in the distance, and Guo Qingyang's heart was tight: here!

The captain's voice sounded again: "Remember, no one is allowed to shoot first for a while, wait for the captain's order!" ”

Because he was in a hurry to rescue the puppet army in Zhangjiaji, the devil did not send sharp soldiers to search both sides of the road, but when he was approaching these two small hills, he let the two light machine guns each strafe a few shuttle bullets, which was considered fire reconnaissance.

"Poof!"

Guo Qingyang was lying in the grass, and clearly heard the sound of two bullets entering the flesh beside him, and when he looked back, he saw that a guerrilla was bleeding from his left shoulder, obviously hit by a stray bullet.

This team member is also a tough guy, his teeth are clenched, his head and face are flushed, but he doesn't make a sound.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual, Lieutenant Devil waved his hand, and the team continued to move forward.

Soon, the group of puppet troops passed this section of the road, and then a person on the hill shouted "Hit me!" A crisp gunshot echoed in the small valley.

In the Japanese army, the lieutenant squad leader was full of excitement, and subconsciously shortened, and saw a soldier next to him pause slightly, and then collapsed to the ground.

Just after the crisp gunshot, the hills on both sides became lively when they climbed up, and the gunshots rang out in a ball.

"Enemy attack!"

The Japanese lieutenant shouted hoarsely, then rolled on the spot and ducked behind a rock beside the road.

The rest of the Japanese troops also reacted very quickly, lying on the ground one after another, looking for cover, and shooting back at the hills on both sides.

However, this time the guerrillas chose the right place for the ambush, although the hills on both sides were not high, they firmly occupied the advantage of the terrain, and there were almost no shooting dead spots in the valley.

In addition, everyone aimed at the officers, machine gunners and grenadiers in the Japanese army for the first time, so that these personnel were almost killed and wounded, and those who were not killed also fled in a hurry, and could not organize decent resistance at all.

After only a few minutes, the valley was full of corpses, and only a few Japanese soldiers were still firing back at the mountains on both sides, but it was no longer in the way.

"Comrades, come with me!"

With a shout from the captain of the county brigade, everyone stood up from the grass and behind the rocks, and rushed down the valley like tigers descending from the mountain.