After Lieutenant Watanabe led the team to chase him out, the adjutant led the others to continue to rush to Zhangzhuang Town.

After walking less than two kilometers, the sound of gunfire from guerrillas raiding the Japanese army came.

"Sir, something is wrong!" the lieutenant frowned and shouted.

"There are heavy machine guns participating in the battle!" the adjutant shouted with a heavy face, and he also realized something was wrong in the gunfire.

"The pursuit troops are not equipped with heavy machine guns, so the heavy machine guns being fired must be from the Eighth Route Army."

"Only the main force of the Eighth Route Army is qualified to be equipped with heavy machine guns, so the current battle position must be the main force of the Eighth Route Army. Not good, we were fooled. The Eighth Route Army is luring the enemy into the deeper, deliberately leading the Watanabe team to the pocket formation they prepared in advance...."

"The troops stopped moving forward, the front team turned into the back team, ran forward, and reinforce Watanabe Jun!"

After running less than two hundred meters, the gunshot was covered by an explosion and then stopped abruptly.

"No, Watanabe is in danger!" A bad premonition flashed in the adjutant's mind, even more anxious than before, and quickly ordered: "Our marching speed must be accelerated, and we will kill to the battlefield in the shortest time... fast..."

When there were dozens of meters across the ravine, a pungent smell of blood came to my face, but the ravine was quiet and there was no movement.

The adjutant's heart skipped a beat, the bad premonition in his mind became stronger and stronger, and his steps under his feet were faster than before, and he rushed into the ravine.

“Baga…”

The adjutant was frightened by the scene before him and gritted his teeth and scolded.

More than fifty imperial soldiers were all killed, with their bodies sank on the ground, and they were in various postures.

There are also many corpses that were blown to pieces, with flesh and blood, internal organs, broken limbs and broken arms, and splashed everywhere.

The entire ravine was stained with blood, and there was no place to step on.

The other Japanese were stunned on the spot, all frightened by the tragic scenes in the valley, and then the soldiers became scared.

Under normal circumstances, there are no problem in the fight against a battalion of the Chinese army.

The battle in front of us was less than three minutes from the beginning to the end of the firefight, and a small team disappeared!

Even if the other party uses a strategy, they will not be much less capable of killing an infantry team of the Imperial Army in such a short time.

The adjutant also thought of this. The return troops and the Eighth Route Army failed in the first battle and lost nearly half of their troops. If there was another accident, he would explain it to him here, let alone make meritorious service and promotion.

He quickly put away the angry expression on his face and ordered with a calm face: "The army is more vigilant, two heavy machine gun teams should go up the mountain to occupy the commanding heights to prevent the Eighth Route Army from sneak attacking us."

"Others cleaned the battlefield, restrained the warriors' bodies, and figured out what happened to the battle just now."

"The Eighth Route Army can eat more than 50 Watanabe team members in such a short time, and we can eat us. If we don't understand the reason, we won't know how everyone died at that time."

Two heavy machine gun teams soon sent safety signals from the hillside. The rifleman holding guns took back the rifle at the same time, carried it on his back, and entered the battlefield to restrain the body...

"Boom...the enemy attack..."

An explosion suddenly rang out in the middle of the corpse. The adjutant thought that the Eighth Route Army had come back, so he shouted quickly, and subconsciously pounced on the ground, and his movements were neat.

"Boom...boom..."

As soon as he fell down, a few more explosions came from the middle of the corpse, and then the battlefield fell into silence.

"Sir, what exploded just now was a thunderbolt, not an enemy attack!" A sergeant came over to report.

"The enemy placed the trick under the corpse of the Imperial Army. When we dragged the corpse, we detonated the mine..."

"Three imperial troops were killed by bombing, and two were seriously injured!"

"Bageyalu..." The adjutant felt that his IQ was insulted and cursed again: "When I find these cunning Eighth Route Army, I will definitely tear them all to pieces and avenge the warriors who died in battle."

"The troops continue to clean the battlefield and must be careful when consolidating the corpse, and make sure there is no thunder to move."

"I don't want to hear any more people killed and injured by thunder."

On the mountain road five hundred meters away, everyone in the guerrillas were immersed in the joy of winning the battle.

Each soldier carries a trophy, a rifle, a light machine gun, and an armed belt full of bullet boxes...

Zhou Cheng walked in the middle of the team, Xiang Feng and two other platoon leaders followed, reporting on the results of the battle just now as he walked.

"Captain, this battle was very good, but the number of seizures was a little less!" Xiang Feng reported very heartbrokenly.

"Many weapons and ammunition were broken by grenades and grenades."

"A fully wiped out an infantry squad, and only one light machine gun, 11 large 38 covers, four pistols, and two grenade launchers were seized!"

"The ammunition is not as much as I imagined. Although it is all contained in bullet boxes, it is not so easy to be blown up."

"But the reserve ammunition of these Japanese devils was left in Jinshan, and each of them only carried dozens of bullets, so we searched the entire battlefield and found more than 1,400 bullets, sixty-eight grenades, fifteen grenades..."

The third platoon and the fire platoon are the well-deserved main forces in this ambush battle. Chen Zhengyu knew the losses of the troops involved, and followed the report: "We sacrificed a total of five soldiers and seriously injured three..."

"Three soldiers were shot to death by the Japanese when they exchanged fire, and five were killed by the Japanese seriously injured with grenades."

"Reduce the captive soldiers who have just joined the guerrillas, and we have 52 left to continue fighting."

The fire platoon leader Chang Yuanqiao seemed to have not fought enough, so he continued to ask for battle: "Captain, the total number of Japanese devils who came out of Jinshan to help Zhangzhuang Town is less than 150, and there are less than 100 people left after we killed just now."

"How about we prepare a pocket array for them and repeat the same trick."

"Our grenade launcher and mortar were useless in the past battle. Now there is another light machine gun and two grenade launcher. As long as the Japanese enter their pockets, they will definitely be able to catch them all in one go."

Zhou Cheng shook his head and stared at several platoon leaders and asked, "Why do you think we could swallow more than fifty Japanese devils in one bite just now, and win more with less!"

"The terrain is good!" Chen Zhengyu was the first to answer.

"The entire ravine is a natural ambush battlefield. The troops are ambushing on both sides of the ravine and can easily throw grenades to the bottom of the ditch. As long as the Japanese enter the ravine, no matter where they hide, they will be hit by the grenades and the tide gun, and they will undoubtedly die."

"I also think the terrain is chosen well!" Xiang Feng agreed.

The other two platoon leaders also showed expressions of agreement, all thinking that the terrain led to the victory.
Chapter completed!