Zhangjiaji was originally a large bazaar with a number of nearby, there are hundreds of households in the town alone, the merchants who come and go on weekdays are endless, and there are all kinds of smoke houses, brothels and gambling stalls in the town, and it is also the most prosperous place in this ten miles and eight townships.

However, since the Japanese army occupied North China, it gradually began to decline, especially after the Japanese army's previous commander of the North China Front, Tada Jun, began to implement the cage policy, and Zhangjiaji's situation deteriorated.

When Tooka Village Ningji came to power and began to implement the three-light policy on the base area of the Eighth Route Army, it became more and more decayed, and the residents of the town ran away for a while, and most of the shops that used to be full of merchants were closed.

Today, several houses in the highest part of Zhangjiaji are enclosed separately, and a company of the puppet army is stationed, which can be regarded as a nail planted by the Japanese army on the edge of the base area.

And on a pass where Zhangjiaji went to the county seat, three turrets were built in one go, in which a reinforced team of devils and a part of the puppet army were stationed, echoing Zhangjiaji and completely blocking this area.

At this moment, on the slope of a shallow valley just separated from the puppet army station, a group of people were hiding in the woods and grass.

"Sister Yue, do we really want to fight Zhangjiaji?"

Guo Qingyang squatted under a tree, holding a shell gun in his hand, and asked softly to Yue Xiuying on the side.

In his opinion, this Zhang Jiaji is not easy to fight, not to mention more than 100 puppet troops in it, and there are all kinds of light and heavy machine guns, under the premise of occupying a geographical advantage, it is impossible to take down the 100 poorly equipped guerrillas alone.

Yue Xiuying did not directly answer Guo Qingyang's words, but turned her head to look at him with a smile and said:

"What, scared? You didn't have to come to join us in this operation. ”

Guo Qingyang touched his nose and said: "This is not a question of whether you are afraid or not, in terms of the strength of both the enemy and us, we do not have the conditions to fight Zhangjiaji at present?" If this fights, I am afraid that the casualties will not be small. ”

"Yo, you know how to fight as a foreign student?"

A teasing smile came from the other side, and a tall middle-aged man with a hookah on his waist also looked over at the moment, obviously attracted by the conversation between the two.

Guo Qingyang secretly rolled his eyes in his heart: I don't understand fighting, but with such an obvious comparison of the strength of the enemy and us, as long as you are not a fool, you will know that this battle cannot be fought.

This is not what is played in those anti-Japanese dramas, everyone can tear devils alive, there are unlimited bullets in the magazine, and a few people can capture a county.

"Young man, don't worry, we don't have to fight Zhangjiaji, the situation is not good at that time, just retreat to the forest, just those two devils, give them a guts, and don't dare to chase after them."

What do you mean? It's not a real fight, so what are we going to do here?

Guo Qingyang's mind was a little confused, and he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourds of these guerrillas.

At this moment, the nearby grass shook, and a guerrilla with a Hanyang-made pole in his hand came over with a cat, walked up to the middle-aged man, and whispered:

"Captain, the order from the brigade has come down, let our team go forward a few dozen meters, and wait until the attack order is issued, and then all of us will start attacking. But the captain ordered, only shoot, not charge! ”

The middle-aged man nodded: "I know, didn't it already be said in the pre-war meeting." We wouldn't be so stupid as to dare to charge into the enemy's garrison with a few broken guns. ”

After a burst of rustling sounds, Guo Qingyang's team moved forward dozens of meters as a whole, and only stopped when they reached the edge of the woods.

A moment later, a "tick-tick" trumpet suddenly sounded sharply, followed by a chaotic burst of gunfire, breaking the silence of the morning in the countryside.

"Oh no, the eight roads are coming!"

"Hurry up, give Lao Tzu to their respective positions, and no one will want to live when they come in in a while!"

On the ground of the puppet army company, a group of people were chaotic like ants on a hot pot, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

Listening to this gunshot, at least dozens of people came to the Eighth Road this time, and there are no strong fortifications here in Zhangjiaji, can you hold it?

After a single shot, the guerrillas' results were quite limited, only killing and wounding less than ten unlucky people, but the psychological pressure caused to the puppet army was really not small.

Sun Dabiao, the commander of the puppet army company, was hiding behind a stone wall at the moment, waving a shell gun in his hand fiercely, and shouted:

"It's all up to Lao Tzu, whoever dares to retreat from the battle Lao Tzu will shoot him down! Machine guns, machine guns, hit Lao Tzu hard, you must not let the eight roads rush up! ”

As Sun Dabiao's order was issued, several light and heavy machine guns on the puppet army's position also roared towards the opposite hillside, pouring out a large amount of ammunition, breaking the branches and leaves on the opposite side and flying grass clippings.

"Get down on your stomach and watch out for enemy machine guns!"

Guo Qingyang was half-squatting, trying to aim at a puppet soldier who was more than 100 meters away with the shell gun in his hand, and was suddenly pulled to the ground by Yue Xiuying beside him, and then he only heard a "whooshing" wind passing overhead, startling him into a cold sweat.

With palpitations, Guo Qingyang couldn't help but secretly say: Fortunately, these guerrillas were not stupid enough to rush directly towards the other party, otherwise they don't know how many people would be left behind in this burst of machine gun fire.

The puppet army stationed on the opposite side couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they found that the Eighth Road did not charge, but just hid on the slope and released their guns.

Sun Dabiao's face flashed with a hint of suspicion: It's strange, listening to this movement, there are at least dozens of people on the opposite side of the Eighth Road, according to their usual habits, they should have rushed up a long time ago, could it be that they took the wrong medicine today, so they hid opposite and put a gun to tease us?

Wrong! There must be some conspiracy on the Eight Roads!

Sun Dabiao was startled, and before he could react, he heard the side of the main gate of the station near the town, and at the same time the gunfire rang out, and quickly approached this side.

"It's not good, I almost fell for the plan of the eight roads! One row and two rows, follow me, you must guard the main entrance! ”

When he ran to the front gate, Sun Dabiao's heart was half cold, and he saw that there seemed to be eight roads everywhere, one by one, by the corner of the wall, and he was quickly rushing towards this side.

"Someone!" Sun Dabiao was so desperate that he hurriedly beckoned a subordinate to come over and ordered, "Quick, go down from the side road and go to the county immediately...... No, it's too late, so go to the Erwangzhuang Turret and tell the imperial army over there that we are being attacked by a large force of eight roads, and ask them to come to support immediately! it! ”

"Yes!" The puppet soldier was full of excitement, turned around and ran out of the back.

"Damn, I hope we can hold out before the imperial army arrives." Sun Dabiao's face was pale, and he underestimated a sentence in his mouth, and then shouted loudly, "cheer up Lao Tzu, you must not let Balu rush up!" ”

On the hillside, the middle-aged man smiled slightly: "Okay, I've also started to do it before, and I don't know if these two devils will fall for the trick." ”

Guo Qingyang only understood this time, and the guerrillas who dared to love had another purpose in attacking Zhangjiaji this time.