EBE Chapter 610: Unusual Cleaning of the Battlefield
Chapter 610: Unusual Cleaning of the Battlefield
Geng Zhuangzi took a closer look and found that the person was himself, his former squad leader Luo Bingshi.
Back then, Geng Zhuangzi followed the regiment leader Wang Bidada to Tianmailing and opened up a guerrilla zone together.
Later, after they returned from the guerrilla zone, many Red Army commanders and fighters were exchanged to the Gannan Allied Forces. Geng Zhuangzi was also aware of this.
Now, when the two of them told each other their numbers, they immediately understood each other's identities.
Because their fighting methods are still different.
It is indeed difficult for Gengzhuangzi's guerrilla brigade to attack now.
If we really went out of Zhuangzi to fight at night, we would probably be accidentally injured by the Gansu Army's artillery fire.
Luo Bingshi looked at his old comrade Geng Zhuangzi, who had an expectant expression on his face, and comforted him with a smile.
“You will have to fight many battles in the future. If you want to help us now, you might as well organize the people in the town.
You will help the troops prepare breakfast tomorrow morning. The number will be 5,000, no more, no less.
Organize a stretcher team to help carry the seriously injured down for rescue.
Then let your Gengjia Town guerrilla brigade come out to clean up the battlefield, and all the spoils captured by the Japanese will belong to you.
How about it, little Gengzi, isn't Brother Luo nice enough? "
Geng Zhuangzi smiled and said, "That's very kind, very kind. My troops are just short of weapons and ammunition.
The old squad leader's move just solved the urgent problem of our guerrilla brigade.
I'll go to the town to make arrangements right away. Although the conditions are not good now, there will be plenty of scallion pancakes, hot porridge and pickles.
By the way, I will also arrange the stretcher team for you.
I dare not say anything else, but by the time tomorrow morning comes, there will be a hundred stretchers available."
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Bingshi kicked him in the butt.
"Get lost! Why are you making so many stretchers? How many soldiers do you want to kill in our guerrilla division?"
Geng Zhuangzi returned to the town with an embarrassed look on his face, and arranged for the villagers in the town to prepare breakfast and a stretcher.
This time it wasn’t that Geng Zhuangzi was ignorant, but the old Japanese soldiers at that time were still very capable in combat.
A guerrilla division of more than 5,000 people wanted to wipe out a battalion of Japanese devils and a regiment of the Imperial Army.
Without more than one or two thousand casualties, it would be impossible to defeat these Japanese invaders in a head-on battle.
Fierce artillery fire lasted for most of the night, and sporadic gunfire was still heard until dawn.
At daybreak, Luo Bingshi came running over with a platoon of soldiers.
"Geng Zhuangzi, bring your people out quickly. I will leave a platoon to help you guard the village, and you guys come with me to clean up the battlefield."
The soldiers of Gengjia Town Brigade were still worried about whether this platoon of the guerrilla division could defend the town.
I saw a group of more than 40 people coming over, holding Type 38 rifles in their hands.
Apart from two Czech-style rifles, a small number of soldiers were armed with submachine guns.
Many soldiers were carrying rifles that they were not familiar with (M1 Garand semi-automatic rifles).
By the way, they also brought a small cannon.
With this configuration, if we try to block them, even if we move a battalion of troops, we won't be able to defeat them.
Just like that, the confidence of the fighters of Gengjia Town Guerrilla Brigade was greatly boosted.
This Captain Luo is an old lover of their Captain Geng.
(Please forgive the frankness of fellow villagers. The old lover mentioned here is equivalent to... old friend.)
If the troops he brought were so powerful, his Gengjia Town would no longer be afraid of the Japanese invaders coming to raid it.
When we reached the edge of the battlefield, we saw a group of captured puppet soldiers, all squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, shivering.
A little further away, the enemy’s weapons and equipment had already been cleared out.
Luo Bingshi shouted: "Those who don't have rifles, go get your weapons in order. Comrades who use red tassel spears, gather here."
After he finished shouting, the soldiers who didn't have guns all went over happily to get their guns.
The soldiers holding red-tasseled spears gathered together dejectedly.
Many of them were members of the Red Spear Society and the Big Sword Society from the surrounding towns and villages.
Since there were not enough captured guns to share, they still used their most skilled red tasseled spears.
The soldiers of the guerrilla division came to them with a bunch of iron hooks and ropes.
"Come on, tie the hooks to the red tasseled spears and tie them tightly.
You are the main force when we go to clean up the battlefield later, so don't be careless."
I heard from the soldiers of the guerrilla division that they are still the main force in cleaning up the battlefield.
All their dissatisfaction about not getting the rifles immediately disappeared.
After replenishing their equipment, they formed a team of ten soldiers.
Under the leadership of two guerrilla division soldiers, they went to the front to clean up the battlefield.
Once they entered the battlefield, the actions of the guerrilla division soldiers opened the eyes of the soldiers in Gengjia Town.
Their two riflemen led the way, walking forward with their backs bent and muttering instructions.
"The soldiers behind you should all bend down. Don't walk with your backs straight. Be careful of the enemy's sneak attacks."
Geng Zhuangzi followed them and saw that he had really made a profit.
This is battlefield training for the fighters in his guerrilla brigade.
This is much better than the effect of their usual training!
They came to the periphery and stood in front of a Japanese soldier with half of his head missing.
"Number three, number four, aim at the Japanese soldiers lying over there, and shoot one each."
In order to facilitate command, the soldiers of the guerrilla division lined up ten soldiers according to their numbers.
If you want to give an order to someone, just return the number and they will be called.
With a "bang" sound of a gunshot, a bloody hole appeared on the Japanese soldier's back.
Two seconds later, the second gunshot finally rang out.
"What happened to you, No. 3? Why did you fire two seconds late?"
Number Three: "I'm sorry, sir. I just forgot what number I was."
With a burst of laughter, fourteen people, including the soldiers of the guerrilla division, burst into laughter.
This is also good. The fear and discomfort in everyone's heart have all disappeared.
"Number One, use the hook on your red tasseled spear to pull that damn devil. Let go and lie down..."
They waited for ten seconds, but there was no movement where the dead devil was lying.
"No. 11, No. 12, take off all the useful things from this damn devil and put them aside."
Their 14-member "loot-licking" team continued to move forward to clean up the battlefield...
"No. 5, No. 6, the two of you go to the right, at the two o'clock position, and fire."
"Bang, bang." The Japanese soldier who was shot trembled twice and did not make any unnecessary movements.
"Number Two, remember the key points, go and drag that little devil away."
This time something went wrong. As soon as the Japanese soldier's body was hooked off the ground, thick smoke came out from under him.
"There's a grenade, get down!"
At the reminder of the guerrilla soldiers, they all put their hands on their heads and lay down facing backwards.
One soldier even knocked down the second soldier and used his body to block the second soldier.
With a loud bang, a grenade exploded under the dead Japanese soldier.
When the smoke cleared, everyone got up quickly to check if there were any casualties among their comrades.