Night slowly descended on Zhao Village. The Japanese people started bonfires in the grain-pounding field or other places. Some of them went to the distant mountains to hunt some small animals and roasted them there.
However, what these Japanese didn't know was that some people had crawled out from the ground in Zhao Village.
"Second Leader, what should we do?”
A bandit beside Zhou Weiguo asked softly.
Zhou Weiguo did not reply. He grabbed Xu Hu and whispered,""Investigate the situation in the village. The most important thing is to find out how many Japanese there are.”
Xu Hu nodded and left. After a while, he returned.
"I've already investigated. The Japanese are mainly gathered around the grain-smashing field. In addition, there are two people standing guard in each of the four directions of the village. There were also three patrol teams in the village. Each patrol team had a team of about 13 people.
Their total strength is about a squadron. I guess the Japanese still don't believe that we and the civilians will leave here and not come back, so they stationed a squadron here and waited for the civilians to come back.”
Xu Hu stood in front of Zhou Weiguo and whispered.
Zhou Weiguo frowned. They only had around 80 people with them now. In addition, there were more than 100 militia members. However, those militia members were useless. They did not even know how to shoot.
"Go and find the Chief!"
Zhou Weiguo said after pondering for a while.
Immediately, someone went into the tunnel to find Zhu Ziming. A minute later, Zhu Ziming came out of the tunnel.
"Brother, do you have a solution?"
"In a while, the three of us will each lead a team and take care of the three patrolling teams first. The remaining Japanese will definitely come in to search after you're done. Remember what I taught you before.
Don't fight the Japanese. We know Zhao Cuner better than them. It's nighttime now, so the situation is favorable for us.”
Zhou Weiguo looked at Zhu Ziming and Xu Hu.
"Good! Brother, I'll listen to you!"
Soon, Zhou Weiguo, Xu Hu, and Zhu Ziming each led a team and disappeared into the night.
Lying on the roof of a house, Zhou Weiguo looked down at the patrol squad and narrowed his eyes.
He opened the safety of the pistol and aimed at the Japanese soldier carrying the light machine gun. Without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
"Bang ~"
With a gunshot, the Japanese soldier fell to the ground, followed by the other 20 or so soldiers.
The Japanese army was patrolling, and it was night. How could they have thought that there were people around? After all, they had searched during the day and there was no one in the village.
Zhou Weiguo's gunshots rang out, followed by intense gunshots from the other two directions. Soon, the gunshots stopped.
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As the captain of a lieutenant squadron, Hasegawa was in a bad mood.
At this time, he should be hugging Miss Hua in Laiyang County. However, because of Clear Wind Camp, he, a dignified Company Leader, actually spent the night in Zhao Village.
Although he was inside the house, he still felt a little cold. He was roasting himself by the fire when he suddenly heard intense gunshots.
He could tell with his thighs that this was not the sound of a Type 38 rifle, and it was mixed with the sound of a Ukrainian light machine gun. This made him quickly run out of the house and shout,"Hurry up! Go and see what's going on and who entered the village!”
In fact, there were already Japanese soldiers who went to investigate without him saying anything.
After a while, a Japanese soldier ran in.
"Squadron Leader Chang Gu, three of our patrol squads were ambushed by an unknown force. All three squads have been killed!”
A Japanese soldier stood in front of Hasegawa and shouted.
"Ba ~ ga ~ Clear Wind Stronghold bandits! It must be them who ordered everyone to immediately search the village and eliminate all these hateful bandits!”
"Ha ~ Yi ~"
Hasegawa pulled out his sword and shouted.
The Japanese were on the move. Hasegawa ordered all the Japanese in his squadron to start searching the village again.
There were Japanese searching everywhere in the village.
Zhou Weiguo lay on the roof and watched as the Japanese soldiers who entered the house to search waved at the surrounding bandits. They immediately dispersed.
He picked up the pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger at a Japanese soldier below. After firing, Zhou Weiguo did not even look and left.
The bandits were also hiding in the corners, trying to ambush people. After firing a shot, they would leave. In the past month, they had been training guerrilla warfare. Street fighting between villages was naturally one of their training projects.
In addition, they were extremely familiar with Zhao Village, which was far from what the Japanese soldiers could compare to. Many times, when the Japanese soldiers were walking, a gunshot suddenly sounded and a Japanese soldier fell to the ground. The surrounding Japanese soldiers immediately ran towards the place where the gunshot came from.
However, when they ran over, they did not see anyone. When they carefully searched, another bullet came from behind them.
Gunshots continued to ring out throughout Zhao Village, and many Japanese soldiers were knocked out.
The bandits took advantage of the terrain to kill the Japanese soldiers. The sound of a 98K rang out in Zhao Village. Hasegawa stood on the grain-smashing field and listened to the gunshots. He felt very uneasy.
Time slowly passed. After two to three hours of gunshots, the intensity of the gunshots in the village began to weaken. At this time, the Long Grain Yard also became a little restless.
Suddenly, some Japanese soldiers retreated from the village to the grain-smashing ground. They looked a little panicked as if they had encountered something terrible.
"Hack! What's wrong with you guys? Where are the others?"
Hasegawa grabbed one of the soldiers who had retreated first and asked sternly.
"Company Leader, our men are all dead. They come and go like ghosts, we can't see them at all. Many of us died under their guns for no reason.”
The unknown could always bring fear to people. In the village, bullets would occasionally hit the heads or other places of the people around them.
When they followed the gunshot to find the enemy, they would find that there was no one there. However, before they could react, another bullet hit their comrade next to them.
This kind of invisible enemy, coupled with the fact that it was night, made them afraid.
One after another, when more than 20 Japanese soldiers retreated to the grain-pounding ground, no more Japanese soldiers returned.
Looking at the 40 to 50 soldiers on the grain-smashing ground, Hasegawa's face darkened. He knew that only these people were still alive in his squadron.
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