How did Li Yunlong know that there was a sharp sword hanging above his head, and he was about to strike it down. He is thinking about marrying a wife. During the war, there were no formalities for marriage. Even if there was a witness for the marriage, it was accepted, and the two people were husband and wife together. As early as two years ago, the troops of the Independence Regiment had been dispersed for hundreds of miles, each company, that platoon, each doing its own thing. Only in rare cases did the cadres be called to Zhaojiayu for a meeting. During the Yelangyu ambush, a battalion was assembled, which was the largest assembly since the division of the Independent Regiment. There is only one guard platoon in Zhaojiayu Village, where the regiment headquarters is located, and there are staff officers and miscellaneous personnel of the regiment headquarters. When they first entered the village, Zhao Gang and Zhu Ziming, the security officer of the regiment headquarters, sifted through the resident population of this small village with less than a hundred households, and it seemed that no suspicious people were found. But Zhao Gang never expected that the security officer Zhu Ziming was a spy lurking inside the independent regiment. His experience as a spy was ordinary and nothing dangerous. During an anti-sweep in 1940, he was captured while performing a mission alone. He couldn't bear it without whipping a few whips during the interrogation, so he defected to the enemy and was developed into an intelligence officer by the Japanese intelligence department. No one noticed when he returned to the army, because it took him a total of ten hours from being captured, to mutiny, to accepting the mission. In fact, the Japanese military intelligence department developed him as an undercover agent at that time, it was just routine, and they didn't pay much attention to him at all. However, it was difficult for Zhu Ziming to find an opportunity to send out information when the troops acted in groups. Otherwise, ten Li Yunlongs would have their heads beheaded.
The wedding was held in the regiment headquarters in a noisy manner. There was no ceremony. The cook Lao Wang put a pot of boiled vegetables in a washbasin. Cabbage radishes and canned braised beef were stewed together. The fragrance was so delicious that it made people drool. It’s been a long time since everyone saw the oily smell, and they were all so greedy that they thought Zhao Gang’s opening remarks were nonsense. Marrying a wife is just a man and a woman who can legally sleep on the same kang, and shut everyone’s mouths with a meal, so as not to waste money. Some people make irresponsible remarks out of balance in their hearts. Why do they talk so much nonsense? Zhao Gang said a few words, but he also thought it was nonsense, so he picked up the wine cup and said: "Everyone, take the first glass of wine to the newlyweds. I wish them happiness and happiness, and they will grow old. Let's do it." Everyone drank it up. , Zhao Gang suddenly felt emotional: "Old Li, you should be content. Miss Xiuqin doesn't think we are poor in the Eighth Route Army. Marrying you, a poor man, you have burned high incense in your previous life. What do you have? If you want money, you can't. He doesn't look very good, except for his big head, there is nothing special about him." Everyone laughed, Xiuqin bowed her head shyly, and Li Yunlong said carelessly:
"It's because of our big heads that she fell in love with us, isn't it? Xiuqin. Besides, if she doesn't marry me, she has no chance to marry the landlord Lao Cai." Xiuqin beat Li Yunlong hard amidst laughter punch.
Zhao Gang said: "For the second glass of wine, I want to apologize to Comrade Xiuqin on behalf of the whole group. Today is your day of great joy, but our whole group can't even bring out a decent dress. Which bride doesn't have a floral dress? Today I rummaged through everyone’s belongings, and I thought it would be great if anyone had a decent bag. What a pity, I didn’t find anything. I’m really sorry for you. The independent group owes you a debt of gratitude. , we will tie up the eight-carriage sedan chair with colored silk and make it up for you again.” Everyone was silent, and Xiuqin said emotionally with tears in her eyes: “Political commissar, look at what you said. Even in my dreams, I never thought that today would happen. The comrades in the whole regiment are my relatives. I was born as a member of the independent regiment and died as a ghost of the independent regiment. What else do I not want to be satisfied with?” Zhao Gang continued: “The third cup Wine, let’s give it to sister-in-law Xiuqin. On behalf of the whole group, I would like to express some hope to sister-in-law. Our independent group needs to grow, and we are short of people. If sister-in-law Xiuqin can give birth to ten or eight sons for Lao Li, our independent group can have more Make up a class, of course, this is not a matter of one person, it depends on whether Lao Li has the ability." Li Yunlong stood up amidst laughter and bowed to everyone: "This should be no problem, please watch the action." Usually The pungent Xiuqin was so ashamed that she almost jumped out of the table.
Zhao Gang ordered: "Old Wang, bring the pancakes, let's eat." Li Yunlong asked dissatisfiedly: "Old Zhao, why are you done with just these three glasses of wine? Don't we still have wine? Why are you so picky and shrunk?" Destroy Lao Tzu's happiness. Lao Wang, bring some wine." Zhao Gang said firmly: "No, only three glasses, this is already an exception. We have a division of labor. You have the final say on military matters, and I will deal with life matters." It's up to you." Li Yunlong was so disappointed that he ate a pancake in a fit of anger and stopped eating. Several staff officers were ignorant and clamored to make trouble in the bridal chamber. Li Yunlong glared angrily: "What the hell, get out of here!" , don’t embarrass me, if you have the ability, you can sit here tonight and don’t enter the bridal chamber.” Li Yunlong said harshly: “I’ve been very unlucky in my life. When I meet a political commissar like you, I don’t even care about drinking. Come on, fuck, don't think that I will go to the kang when I see my daughter-in-law, and I will just sit on it tonight, what's the matter?" Zhao Gang said: "Whether you go to the kang or not is your business, I don't care, you might as well get angry Carrying a rifle to stand guard at the entrance of the village, who are you angry with?" How did Zhao Gang know that just a few quarrels saved Li Yunlong's life. At this time, Kazuki Yamamoto's special agent team had already approached the village.
When Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang chose Zhaojiayu as their base, they took a fancy to the topography of this small mountain village. The village stands by the mountain, and there is a path up the mountain behind the village. A road runs from the front entrance to the back of the village. This is the only road. If you want to go to the back of the village, you can only enter from the front entrance and pass through the whole village, unless the other party is a monkey. Only when you can climb the cliff can you go around to the back of the village. The problem lies here. Kazuki Yamamoto's secret service team knows the terrain here well through Zhu Ziming's intelligence. If they want to catch Li Yunlong, they must cut off the back road. How can they let him slip into the mountain from behind the village. The secret agents have all been trained in climbing, and with special tools, the cliffs are not difficult for them. Kazuki Yamamoto, who is also proficient in special operations, is too clever. He has long known that Li Yunlong's regiment headquarters is at the entrance of the back village. inside. Yamamoto worked out a sneak attack plan based on this information. He used most of his troops to climb the cliff and go around to the back of the village, trying to trap Li Yunlong in the bed without firing a single shot. There were only a dozen or so people left at the entrance of the former village. He thought it was unlikely that the Eighth Route Army would break through at the entrance of the former village. He believes that an opponent like Li Yunlong doesn't even have the slightest capital, so is he worthy of playing against him? At this time, Li Yunlong didn't realize the imminent danger at all, and it's common to get angry with Zhao Gang, how can he really sit overnight? He smoked a few bags of cigarettes and calmed down. Xiuqin thoughtfully brought him hot water to burn his feet. He soaked his feet for a while and chatted with Xiuqin for a while, which was a delay of an hour. There was a small loophole in Yamamoto Kazuki's plan.
Kazuki Yamamoto is expected to start action at 23 o'clock in the evening, because according to the usual situation, Li Yunlong went to bed early, who knows that Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang had an awkward dispute and delayed the time. After washing his feet, he remembered that he hadn't checked the sentry. He usually went to the sentries before going to bed. Look, today is no exception. Otherwise, you have to make everyone laugh. The head of the group is anxious to sleep with his wife on the kang after marrying his wife, and he doesn't even need to check the sentry.
He yelled to the monk sleeping outside: "Monk, get up and check the sentry with me." The sleepy monk got up and muttered: "Still checking the sentry today?" Li Yunlong hung up the rifle and said: "Hurry up and wear it Clothes, where did you talk so much?" Xiuqin put on a coat for Li Yunlong, looked at him affectionately, and said: "Don't freeze, I'll wait for you to come back."
Li Yunlong responded, and led the monk out of the courtyard. He didn't know that this was the last farewell to his wife.
At 22:50, Kazuki Yamamoto's secret service team had climbed the cliff and circled to the back of the village, blocking the escape route into the mountain. The safety of the submachine guns in the hands of the special agents at the entrance of the village has been opened, and they are all in the attacking position. They were all looking at the luminous watches on their wrists, only waiting for the action at 23:00.
According to the habit, before Li Yunlong checked the sentry, he had to check the nearest shop first. This army has had such a habit since the time of the Red Army, and it has become a rule for cadres to check shops at night. Zhaojiayu is a poor village. There is not even a family in the village that can be called a rich peasant, so there is no decent house. The guard platoon and regiment staff live in the peasant's home.
At 22:55, Li Yunlong and the monk discovered that the bunk of Zhu Ziming, the security officer of the regiment headquarters, was empty. The two looked at each other, pulled out the shelling gun at the same time, and rubbed the trigger head on their thighs.
An ominous thought suddenly flashed in Li Yunlong's mind, that Zhu Ziming didn't seem to be squatting in the hut, the hut was in the courtyard. The security officer has no responsibility to check the sentry. What is he doing in the middle of the night? What's more, he went out with all his clothes on, because his batter gun was gone. He yelled softly: "There is a situation, notify everyone to assemble urgently." After finishing speaking, he had already rushed out of the room. The monk woke up the others and delivered the order, followed by rushing out of the house, chasing Li Yunlong and ran to the entrance of the village...
At 22:59, the Japanese special agents at the entrance of the former village approached the sentry post of the Independence Regiment, and one of the special agents serving as a vanguard pulled out a Finnish knife.
At this time, Li Yunlong who was running hadn't planned to fire a gun to call the police, he wanted to find out what was going on. It might have been a false alarm. However, the guard platoon and the regiment headquarters have all been woken up and are getting dressed.
At exactly 23:00, the sentinel standing at the entrance of the former village suddenly felt a white light flash before his eyes without noticing it, and he collapsed before he had time to shout out. The sneak attacking secret agent was indeed a master. The throwing knife he threw pierced the sentry's neck very accurately, and the blood spurted from the severed carotid artery stained the snow. As soon as the move was successful, no one was allowed, and the secret service team members jumped up and rushed into the village entrance.
Just when Li Yunlong and the monk were about to approach the entrance of the village, a gunshot pierced the night sky, and the front-running agent fell headlong. A small black hole appeared between his eyebrows. This Japanese soldier who was good at throwing knives was dying. For a moment that passed, I was still wondering in surprise, which link went wrong? This shot was fired from an ambush post about 30 meters away from the village post. It is a characteristic of the independent regiment to set up whistles like this. Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang have the same views on setting up whistles, and it is obvious that clear whistles are vulnerable to attack. It would be foolish to depend on a sentinel for the safety of an army. In the harsh environment of war, any negligence will bring disaster. Latent posts are dispatched irregularly, and depending on the situation, the posts are often changed, because any one thing, once the rules and regulations are formed, it will become rigid. Tonight's ambush post was arranged by Zhao Gang. The well-trained Japanese army special agent team had a bad start and fell on the ambush post.
If the lurking sentry has a submachine gun that can fire continuously, the secret service team will suffer a lot. The road at the entrance of the village is narrow, and the secret service team cannot form a battle formation. They are all crowded together. The soldiers who were shot were only a few meters away from the lurking post. Far, such a distance to fire does not require a sharpshooter, and suddenly fired from the dark to the light, it could have gained the upper hand, the key is that the weapons in the hands of the sentries are too poor. His Hanyang-made rifle needed time to unload and reload. This short delay of seven or eight seconds cost him his life, and a short burst from the submachine gun in the hands of the special agent knocked him down.
Li Yunlong and the monk had already discovered this group of enemies, and they were waiting on both sides of the road. Veterans with actual combat experience never bluff or bluff when fighting. They carefully calculate the disparity between the costs of the two sides like a stingy businessman, and how to use their limited capital to maximize their benefits. When they saw that their sentinel was knocked down, they would never rush to avenge their comrades in a rage, but they didn't even raise their eyebrows. The Sentinels have done their job, now it's their turn to do it. In war, if a few people die, they will cry and shout for revenge. This battle cannot be fought. Only fledgling recruits do this.
Li Yunlong was lying behind a millstone, several magazines full of bullets were neatly arranged in front of him , his body remained static and motionless like a sculpture Behind a low wall not far from across the road, the monk held two loaded pistols and quietly watched the secret service members in motion... In fact, Li Yunlong noticed that these devils were a bit evil when the gun was fired just now. He is in a strange posture, holding a submachine gun in one hand and pointing straight ahead, the other hand is holding a shell gun, the muzzle of the gun is soaring into the sky, his body is full of bullet clips, a dagger with a sheath hangs on his belt, and the steel helmet on his head is not exposed under the moonlight. A little reflective. Damn, it's weird, the war has been fought for five or six years, and there are at least hundreds of devils who fell under their guns. La.
During World War II in the 1940s, the theory of special operations was just matured and put into actual combat in various military powers. How could Li Yunlong, a country bumpkin, know what special forces are? Not to mention Li Yunlong, even Zhao Gang, a college student, doesn't know what special forces are. He is leading the guards to move to the front of the village. Like Li Yunlong, he is not panicked at all. There is nothing to fear when the devil comes from the front of the village. It's useless for the mountain devils to come to an alliance. Little did he know, the back road had been cut off.
When Li Yunlong and other devil soldiers were only a few meters away from him, the shell gun in his hand suddenly fired long burst, and the two devils in the front fell down immediately. At the same time as the gun rang, his body had already rolled out, and while rolling, he fired short bursts with a submachine gun, smashing the stone millstone in front of Li Yunlong into pieces. A bullet slashed past Li Yunlong's neck, drawing a groove of blood on his neck, and the blood flowed warmly down his neck into his collar, which made Li Yunlong's cold sweat flow down his forehead in shock. These devils are very skilled. , didn't allow him to think too much, tom! Tom! The devil's grenadier rang, and two shells landed on the grinding plate one after the other with a strange sound. boom! boom! The blast caused gravel to fall one after another, Li Yunlong spat and marveled secretly, the shot was really accurate, the two grenade launchers hit the first shot, and the shells all landed on one point. If it weren't for the millstone blocking the shell, it might have hit Li Yunlong directly on the back. Fuck, today is considered a hard stubble. Li Yunlong rolled over, and if he didn't change his position, the second batch of shells would not be so lucky. The monk is a good guy, the fight here is so lively, he just kept calm and didn't fire a shot, he was waiting for the opportunity.
After Li Yunlong left Nianpan, he was immediately pressed to the ground by several submachine guns, unable to move, and the impact point was getting closer and closer, only a few tens of centimeters away from his head. The two devils jumped up under the cover of firepower... The monk finally succeeded, one shot long bursts, and the backs of the two devils were battered like honeycombs. So far, the gun battle only took Five minutes, in this short five minutes of blocking, time was gained. Zhao Gang led the guard platoon to rush up from behind. The soldiers were still fighting as usual, with Czech light machine guns clearing the way in front, and the soldiers behind charged forward with shining bayonets. Come here, all lie down..." It was late, and the devil swept over with a few submachine guns like a gust of wind, and Zhao Gang and several soldiers fell down like felled sorghum... "Old Zhao..." Li Yunlong roared, tears welling up in his eyes, he swung his hand, and the shell gun swept over in a fan-like direction, and the Japanese special agents each relied on the cover to fight back, and the gun battle was in a confrontational state.
The guard platoon leader Wang Darong commanded two machine gunners to suppress the devil with firepower, and panting, he climbed to Li Yunlong's side and said, "Commander, the back road is blocked, and the devil is coming up from behind." Li Yunlong was startled: "Damn, devil Got wings?"
"It's broken, my wife..." Wang Darong cried: "Regimental Commander, I lead a squad, and there are more than a dozen people from the regiment headquarters who want to snatch my sister back, but the devil's firepower is too fierce, and more than half of the brothers have died. I'm fucking useless." Li Yunlong shouted: "Stop talking, how about the political commissar?" "He was shot in the abdomen and was seriously injured." There was loud gunshots behind him, and Kazuki Yamamoto's secret service team had already occupied most of the area. village. Lao Wang, the cook of the regiment headquarters, was holding a crooked machine gun and was shooting. Several staff officers, grooms, and correspondents of the regiment headquarters were holding guns and relying on the terrain to form a blocking line at the back of the palace. The situation was extremely urgent. Li Yunlong had a taste of it today. Li Yunlong tore off his clothes to wake himself up in the cold wind. He knew that all the cadres and soldiers were counting on him now, so he must not be irritable. Since the day the independent group was established, it has never encountered such a dangerous situation. Today is a catch up.
Judging from the gunshots based on experience, there are not many devils in front. Since the devils are going to take a back route, they must focus on the rear and open their pockets to wait for you to drill, but I will break out from the front.
He gave an order: "Machine gun cover, all bayonets, except for two soldiers who carry the political commissar on their backs, the rest of the people are ready to charge, and those who charge out must gather at Taoshugou and be incorporated into the second battalion. Get ready." Two light machine guns It started, and the remaining 20 cadres and soldiers shouted and made a tragic attack forward. In an instant, the crossfire composed of submachine guns formed a dense barrage. Another seven or eight soldiers fell down, and the remaining soldiers were pressed to the ground by the firepower. Li Yunlong's eyes glowed, he pushed the machine gun shooter, raised the machine gun and shouted: "Mother, I'm fighting...." Seeing the monk jumping out of the low wall with cluster grenades tied with leggings with his shirtless arms, Li Yunlong was shocked when he saw it. For ordinary people, a cluster of four grenades is not easy to shoot , because this kind of weight can be thrown ten meters away at most, and the huge explosive force is likely to blow up himself, but this time the monk is carrying a full 10. It was too late for Li Yunlong to stop him, only to hear the monk yelling: "Little devil, I'll fuck your grandma..." Turning his body in a 360-degree circle, he threw the cluster grenade like a discus throw, a miracle happened, the bundle was huge The cluster grenade drew a beautiful arc-shaped parabola in the air, and flew straight 20 meters away. At the same time as the monk fell down, there was a loud sound of landslides and ground cracks, and a powerful shock wave passed by like a hurricane. The toys made of cardboard and the devil's submachine gunman all flew into the air. In an instant, broken bricks and tiles and the devil's broken limbs rained down one after another. Suddenly, a small square appeared in the soldiers' field of vision. The road was opened, and the remaining soldiers rushed out of the village roaring, carrying the wounded on their backs...