Chapter 46: No Ghosts, No Strings Pulled
Zhang Yun Tian and Chen Jian secretly discussed, still deciding to wait until dawn when the ghostly pseudo-army cooked food, launch a surprise attack, trying to lure the enemy into the minefield. This can greatly dampen their morale. After observing, the two quietly crawled out with the help of the faint morning mist.
In the early morning, the pseudo-military camp of the devils was in an uproar. Everyone was busy cleaning up and preparing their equipment, completely unaware that they were being targeted by several guns. "Bang...". With a few gunshots, many devils and traitors fell to the ground. However, only two were actually killed or seriously injured. Mei Huan-yu also fell to the ground with the first gunshot. He looked around at his subordinates and couldn't help but feel proud. These peasants had become crack troops under his training. They had been trained to drop down immediately upon hearing gunshots, their postures uniform and standard. Although they were not as good as the Japanese soldiers next to them, Mei Huan-yu was still proud of them in his own country. With the earlier gunfire, the Japanese also fell to the ground, and machine guns and grenade launchers were quickly set up. Several guns fired suppressive shots towards the source of the gunfire. Mei Huan-yu couldn't help but admire the Japanese - no wonder they were so arrogant, daring to invade the mainland with just a small island nation.
Just after the gunshot, the enemy's hidden position was shot to pieces, and several martial arts team members who opened fire on the Japanese were killed one after another. Mei Huan-yu admired the Japanese single-soldier quality, if his own men had such skills, it would be enough to intimidate three towns and five villages, he could even become a grass-roots king without any problem. He looked at his security team, which also formed a formation and moved towards the martial arts team, their shooting was quite standard. These people, after his training and careful recruitment, had already shown their skills, and from their tactical standards just now, they were not bad either.
Zhang Yun Tian and Chen Jian were shocked that the Japanese devils could quickly find their shooting position after being ambushed, and swiftly suppress them. Several careless militia members who did not hide well were shot dead, the accuracy of which left them stunned. Moreover, Mei Da's traitorous security battalion was also closing in on them from behind, if they didn't leave soon they would be surrounded. He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he hadn't insisted on defending the village to the death, otherwise his troops might not have had a few men left.
Zhang Yun Tian was shocked by the enemy's precision, previously mainly ambushing, rarely having the opportunity to fight face-to-face, this time he finally understood why the Fourth People's Party army and the People's United Party armed forces were always defeated by the enemy and could only retreat. However, he didn't know if he would have another chance to report these views to his comrades and the People's Party Central Committee, as the enemy's firepower was getting denser and the puppet troops were also advancing towards them under various fire covers.
Chen Jian gritted his teeth and directed the troops to retreat, constantly reminding everyone to alternate covering each other in a low posture. In order to lure the devils away with agility, they only brought twenty or so people, and now half of them had already sacrificed. If they didn't retreat in time, it was likely that both Old Zhang and himself would have to stay here forever.
Bullets whizzed past, making everyone's heart tighten in their throats. Now they could only pray for the ancestors' protection. They were lucky that with such intense firepower, they hadn't died yet. Just one more li of retreat and they would reach the ambush site. Once there, they had to make these devils know who was boss. Fortunately, the crops in the fields had almost been harvested, growing densely and luxuriantly, so everyone's figures were not directly exposed to the hail of bullets.
The devil commander was a squadron leader, who was wounded in the arm when he was ambushed and was now commanding with his arm wrapped in bandages, leading the troops to pursue the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army, completely forgetting the order given by Yamamoto Kitaro before departure that the puppet army should take the lead. The hot blood of the Japanese soldier made him extremely angry at being ambushed and wounded, his eyes red with rage as he pointed out the direction of the machine gun suppression in front.
Mei Huan-yu stopped in his tracks, feeling that something was not quite right. His bodyguards were on high alert all around him, and they found it strange that their commander had suddenly stopped. One of the company commanders asked, "Commander, why have we stopped? The Japanese will be upon us soon, and if we don't take action, we won't even be able to save our own skins." "Yes, yes, let's get moving quickly! If we're late, those local militiamen will have escaped." Everyone echoed in agreement.
Mei Huan-yu shook his head, pointing at the pursuing enemy troops in front of him, and said to the messenger: "Quietly tell several company commanders not to be greedy for merit, slow down their speed, and let the Japanese go gnawing on bones. Do you understand?" The messenger ran off with a loud response.
Mei Huan-yu whispered to the people around him, "Don't you find it strange that those country bumpkins suddenly attacked us? They're not many in number and their firepower isn't strong either. They just came out of nowhere and fired a few shots. Is there something fishy going on here?" As he spoke, he pointed ahead and continued, "If I'm not mistaken, there might be an ambush up front. Even if there isn't, it's no big deal. Whoever kills these rebels will be avenging me anyway. Brothers, don't throw your lives away for my sake." The crowd was immediately moved, and at this moment, they would have blocked any knife that came their way to protect Mei Da Zhangguan. The Han traitors were all singing his praises from the bottom of their hearts.
Mei Huan Yu's eyes had a hint of a smile, this hatred, sometimes can also be used to take advantage of, let alone it was his own wife's family's hatred, hehe, he was truly a genius.
Zhang Yun Tian and Chen Jian finally led the crowd to the ambush site, with only eight people left by their side. The others had all died under the bullets of the Japanese devils' fake army. They didn't even have time to grieve when the Japanese devils were less than 300 meters away from them. This was a highland made of earth, about four meters higher than the surrounding land, with trees and weeds scattered around. In the direction where the Japanese devils were coming from, they had buried twenty landmines and countless pitfalls overnight, which would make it impossible for the Japanese devils to get away unscathed.
At last, the vanguard of the Japanese devils who were pursuing had entered the minefield. A member of the armed working team was busy pulling up the rope to prepare for ignition. Chen Jian pressed his hand on him: "Wait a bit longer, there are not many people in the minefield now. Wait until the main force of the Japanese puppet army comes in and then blow these sons of bitches to death together!" The team member nodded nervously as he watched the devils getting closer and closer.
One hundred meters, ninety meters, eighty meters, everyone was watching Chen Jian and Zhang Yun Tian with bated breath. The vanguard of the Japanese devils was only thirty meters away from them, if they didn't make a move soon, it would be hand-to-hand combat. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the approaching devils, their hearts in disarray. The steel helmets and gleaming bayonets on the devils' heads were reflecting the morning sunlight, piercing everyone's eyes. This tense feeling made everyone's heart skip a beat, a wave of urine surged from several young team members, one timid one had already flowed down his leg.
