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Chapter 373, Disrupted plan

South Gate of Yinshan County.

Three miles away, densely packed Eighth Route Army soldiers in gray uniforms were lurking in the wilderness.

The sky is already dark, and there are almost no people going out of the city today, and there is no risk of exposure here.

"Lao Li, did we come early?" Ding Wei asked in confusion as he put down his binoculars.

According to the agreement, the plan to raid the city gate should be carried out at least after ten o'clock.

It's only past seven o'clock now, so I have to wait at least three hours.

"Idle is also idle, we can also recharge our batteries if we come earlier."

Li Yunlong replied casually, and asked the correspondent to call the fifth company commander of the first battalion over.

Two blockhouses that can accommodate more than ten people are erected on both sides of the south gate.

It was originally used to prevent the central army from attacking the county.

However, the Central Army did not live up to its expectations. More than 20 troops were pinned down by three divisions of the Japanese Army, and they had never reached the gate of Shanyin County.

Today the Eighth Route Army is attacking the county town, and there is absolutely no way around it.

Li Yunlong said: "Did you see the two bunkers over there? As long as I give the order to attack, you will bomb them with the -type infantry artillery."

"Understood." The fifth company commander nodded in agreement.

For other Eighth Route Army units that do not have fortified weapons, the two bunkers are indeed a big problem.

It takes a lot of time not to mention, and a lot of casualties have to be paid.

But for the New Second Regiment, which has a strong army and plenty of firepower, the two blockhouses are just two cumbersome turtle shells, which can be raised directly with shells.

Zhang Dabiao, who went to arrange pockets in the other three directions of the county seat, came back.

After a greeting, Zhang Dabiao reported: "The pockets in three directions are all ready, one company on each side, and the machine gun platoon has been dismantled, and the firepower is absolutely no problem.

No matter which direction the little devil breaks out from, he can block them for an hour, which is enough for us to mobilize troops for reinforcements. "

In order to attack the county seat, Li Yunlong used two-thirds of the strength of the New Second Regiment, half of which was to encircle and feint.

The other half around him will become the main force to attack the county.

Li Yunlong glanced at his watch, pondered in his mind for a while, and confirmed that there was no problem with the plan. He lay down on the ground and said to the guard beside him, "Call me in an hour and a half."

Ding Wei shook his head slightly when he saw that his old comrade-in-arms was fooling around, this old Li!
They are going to hit the county seat, but they are not nervous at all.

There are also one thousand devils and one thousand imperial army in it, that is not a dish, you can eat whatever you want.

"Maybe it's because I don't know enough!"

Ding Wei secretly sighed in his heart.

Li Yunlong's fate is very good, Yuan Lang is in his new second regiment, he can use any good weapons and new weapons.

Several counties have been laid down.

If Ding Wei also had that condition, he would definitely do a better job than Li Yunlong.

……

In the backyard of the Donkey Meat Restaurant.

"Ouch……"

Monk Wei knocked down the remaining two gangs of killers, laying down on the ground and howling.

All of them had blood on their hands, but it was only the blood of innocent people.

It can prove their courage, not how powerful they are.

The monk is invincible in the whole regiment, and his skill is one in a million.

Regular soldiers are no match for monks, and cleaning up their scum is like chopping melons and vegetables.

Yuan Lang had expected it a long time ago, so he didn't mean to be surprised at all.

It was the only thing that puzzled him, why did three groups of people come instead of four?
Gold touches people's hearts, so he doesn't believe that those profiteers are not greedy.

Grain merchants in this day and age are not good people. The small ones make big ones and the big ones get grain loans, and the interest is rolling on a monthly basis.

Especially when it comes to disaster years, they have a lot of grain, but they will be reluctant to sell it, raising the price of grain several times or ten times, and squeezing the last copper in people's hands.

Then take the opportunity to buy land at a low price.

After repeating this for several generations, you can own tens of hectares or even hundreds of hectares of good land, and you can get rich and rich by collecting rent on the land.

The tenants who cultivated the land for them lived in low thatched huts. After a year of hard work, the grain they harvested was not enough to fill their stomachs after paying the rent.

Generation after generation, they have been squeezed and become a stepping stone for the rich life of big landlords.

Human nature is like this, if Yuan Lang uses a conspiracy, it is impossible for someone not to be greedy.

Monk Wei went up to say hello and got the information that these three gangs belonged to those three families, only Huang Dawei's men hadn't come yet.

"It shouldn't be, cats have changed from eating mice to vegetarians?"

Yuan Lang said firmly: "He will definitely come."

As soon as the words fell, two birds chirping came from outside.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo."

This was the agreed warning signal, and the soldiers who were lurking around the donkey meat restaurant to protect Yuan Lang issued a warning to them.

Yuan Lang immediately pulled out the pistol from his waist, and opened the safety: "No, the Japanese must have come, copying guys."

Monk Wei took out his gun and pointed at the prisoner who was tied up in the corner: "Shut up, I will kill anyone who dares to speak out!"

The captive with a bruised nose and a swollen face in the corner was terrified, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

They wondered where the ruthless people came from just now, but now they seem to have underestimated them, how could they afford to provoke them.

"You guys go to block the back door, and you guys stand guard at the door."

Matsuno Gangyi ordered his subordinates in an orderly manner to block the front and back of the donkey meat restaurant, and he wanted to catch a turtle in an urn.

Pointing to a sergeant, he ordered unceremoniously: "Give it to me."

Holding the cover with a bayonet, Sergeant Cao and two soldiers kicked open the door unceremoniously.

"Taijun, what are you going to do, Taijun?" The guy who was about to go up the board to close the door was terrified, and saw the bayonet pointed at him and backed up again and again.

"idiot!"

The Japanese soldiers went up and just shot the butt of their guns, smashing the talkative waiter to the ground.

The shopkeeper hid behind the counter and hurriedly squatted down, not daring to breathe, for fear that the Japanese soldiers would attack him.

The sergeant didn't even look at him, he raised the curtain leading to the backyard with his gun, and directed another of his men to go in with his eyes.

The death rate of the soldier in the lead was frighteningly high, but that soldier had no choice but to hold on to the gun tightly and bite the bullet and walk in.

If so, what greeted him was a slap in the face.

Monk Wei chopped off his head with a charged blow, and blood spurted out three meters away.

Yuan Lang didn't take aim, and he pulled the trigger to shoot. The Japanese military officer who raised the curtain saw his own brain directly.

Among the Japanese soldiers blocking the dining room of the donkey meat restaurant, two were squatting, two were standing, and all four had their guns loaded.

As soon as the man in front fell, they immediately pulled the trigger and returned fire.

Fortunately, the monk hid quickly, otherwise he would have to see some blood.

"Ba Ga Lu, attack!"

As soon as Matsuno was reminded by Huang Dawei, he knew that the people inside had guns, so he only stood outside in a safe place to command.

He didn't even have the intention of capturing the other party alive, and kept urging his men to attack.

The two sides were fighting across a door, and it sounded like a lively fight.In essence, they are all random shots that dare not show their heads.

Any Japanese soldier who dared to show his face was shot and lay down.

Yuan Lang, who cherishes his life so much, is of course unwilling to take risks.

Seeing the stalemate, Matsuno gave an order: "You guys, attack from the back door."

There are not many bandits, so a back and forth attack must be enough.

Matsuno Goichi is still dreaming.

In essence, I just want to eat fart.

As soon as the words fell, two squatting Eighth Route Army soldiers suddenly appeared from the houses on the opposite street, holding submachine guns and shooting at the back of the Japanese army.

At a distance of more than 20 meters, hold the Bobosha submachine gun and pull the trigger, even a blind cat can hit a dead mouse, let alone two well-trained elite fighters.

A shuttle of bullets went down, and the Japanese soldiers blocking the front door, except for those who entered the house and shot each other, all those standing outside were dead.

The two soldiers replaced the magazines with full ammunition and pressed on with their submachine guns. The bullets pierced through the doors and windows and swept into the house, crushing the Japanese soldiers inside to squat down with their heads in their hands.

"No, hurry up and support the front door."

The Japanese soldiers blocking the back door ignored the previous orders and grabbed their guns to support the front door.

"We fought them earlier, let's do them too!"

The soldiers guarding the back door were still hesitant, wondering if exposing the heavy firepower would affect the plan.

But since the front door was open, there was no such concern.

The two ran out with submachine guns in their hands, and pulled the trigger to shoot wildly at the Japanese soldiers who showed their backs to them.

The six Japanese soldiers were all beaten into sieves, lying straight on the street, and the ground was immediately stained with blood.

"Damn, this gun is fine, it's just that it consumes too much bullets."

After pulling out the empty magazine, the soldier was speechless. The six of them used up seventy of their bullets, which is a bit of a loss!
As soon as he squeezed the trigger nervously, the bullets were swept out like splashing water, which was too wasteful.

"Stop shooting."

Yuan Lang in the backyard shouted, the moment the submachine gun shots stopped.

Monk Wei dashed out without hesitation, holding a box cannon in each hand, and fired at the squatting Japanese soldiers with bang bang bang.

Yuan Lang followed closely behind and fired to check for omissions.

Before the Japanese soldiers in the room recovered, they were shot and fell to the ground one after another.

Matsuno Goichi was not spared. Like the other Japanese soldiers he brought, his head was pierced by a bullet, and he saw what his own brain looked like.

As for what a large lump of gold looks like, he is useless in this life, let's wait and see in his next life.

The 23 Japanese soldiers who came to make trouble were easily wiped out, but Yuan Lang was not happy at all.

It's over, with such intensive gunfire, as long as the Japanese army is not a fool, they will be more vigilant and send people to check.

It will definitely affect the subsequent plan to seize the city.

"It doesn't matter, let's send a signal flare to attack!"

Yuan Lang made a decisive decision, took out the flare gun he carried with him, and fired an offensive flare into the sky.

Although there may be some people who are not ready at this time, they can't take care of that much.

It is better to make trouble in chaos than to sit and wait for death.

……

The gunshots inside the city could not be heard clearly by the Eighth Route Army ambushing outside the city.

But as soon as the eye-catching red flare was lifted into the air.

The soldier he saw didn't say anything, and hurried to wake up Li Yunlong who was asleep.

"It's a signal flare for the attack."

There are three people in the county who have flare guns and the right to launch offensive signals.

To attack the gendarmerie headquarters, special forces captain Wang Gensheng.

The first company commander responsible for capturing the South City Gate.

There is also Yuan Lang who is flexible and has other plans.

No matter who sends the attack signal, it means that the other parties in the city must act, and the large forces must respond immediately.

Ding Wei said, "Lao Li, who do you think will act first?"

"I don't know, I can't guess this, and there's no need to guess."

Li Yunlong didn't have that much time to command the troops, so he immediately said to the telegrapher:
"Send a report to the Second Independent Regiment and the Third Regiment to immediately attack each stronghold and ask them to ask for help from the city."

The telegrapher knocked on the telegraph non-stop, and conveyed the order through the radio waves.

"It's really bad luck." Li Yunlong said.

The original plan was that at 08:30, the second and third regiments would attack the stronghold to attract some Japanese troops out of the city for reinforcements.

Ambush in the wild and wipe out some of them.

Now it is hard to say that the Japanese army will send reinforcements, it must first stabilize the city.

Zhang Dabiao listened intently. After the wave of gunshots stopped briefly, more gunshots like popping beans crackled in the city.

It must be that the parties are fighting and fighting the Japanese.

"The gunshots in the city are getting denser, why don't we launch an attack?" Zhang Dabiao suggested impatiently.

After all, the two thousand Japanese puppet troops in the city were not made of mud.

Once the time dragged on for a long time and the plan did not go well, the brothers who sneaked into the city would be caught by the enemy.

Holding a binoculars, Li Yunlong vetoed it: "Don't worry, the south gate hasn't moved yet, if we act now, it will only cause trouble for them, wait a little longer."

Whichever side starts to fight, the Japanese troops will reinforce which side first.

Once the troops at the south city gate acted, it would be extremely detrimental to the first company commander who was responsible for blasting the city gate open.

If it is not done well, it will become a situation of front and rear attack, the city gate is not opened, and I and others are all sacrificed.

Ding Wei said: "In my opinion, let the upward attacking troops in the west move first to create some pressure on the devils."

The independent second and third regiments attacked the strongholds mainly in the north and east of Yinshan County.

If the Japanese army wanted reinforcements, they would definitely go through the North City Gate or the East City Gate.

Now let's go up the west gate again, it depends on how the commander of the Japanese army decides.

Which side to give up, which side to save first?
Anyway, there is a high probability that the limited troops will not be sent to the south gate.

"Old Ding, don't say that this idea is not bad."

Li Yunlong figured it out immediately, and called the fastest correspondent to go to the west gate to deliver the order.

The phone call from the Gendarmerie Command became extremely lively.One call after another came in.

Ever since the gunfire in the city rang out, Matsuda Ichiro received one after another distress calls, and his whole face turned pale.

"Asshole, it's all a bunch of assholes."

Everywhere was attacked, and all reported that they had been attacked by the main force of the Eighth Route.

The main forces of the Eight Routes are all on the mountain, and occasionally one or two will come down. How can there be so many main forces of the Eight Routes?

They are all a bunch of bastards who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and want to trick him into supporting him.

He used to brag about his good luck, but now it seems that it is all bad luck. Matsuda Ichiro is in a very bad mood at this time.

Mashiko Shigeo comforted and said: "Matsuda-kun, life is always like this, you won't let you take advantage of it alone, and you won't let you keep having bad luck alone.

You have 2000 people in your hands, and it is not a problem to settle these troubles. "

(End of this chapter)