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After waking up all the soldiers, the platoon leaders of each company began to assign tasks.

The soldiers checked their weapons and carried items, and the combat operation officially began.

Although everyone only slept for an hour and a half, it was barely enough for the comrades. Long-distance running and staying up late had no effect on the next plan.

Because it was his first time to lead a team on a mission, Zhao Gang didn't want to leave any regrets for himself. Now he is as stable as Kong Jie.

Although he had great advantages in all aspects, he still selected a platoon of soldiers from the first battalion as a reserve team. He also ordered the platoon leader to give him the power to independently judge the battle situation.

After Zhang Dabiao led two companies of soldiers away, Zhao Gang was a little excited and a little nervous.

He checked the Mosin Nagant in his hand over and over again. This gun was always in the best condition under his careful maintenance.

After a while, the appointed time arrived.

Zhao Gang led the soldiers, under the natural cover provided by the crops, to keep approaching the southern exit of Wanjia Town.

Still two hundred meters away, he raised his arm to signal the soldiers to stop advancing, and then took out his telescope to carefully observe the defensive position on the opposite side.

To be honest, in Zhao Gang's eyes, these puppet soldiers are really incapable of doing anything. They can even build sandbags crookedly. There were only eleven people in total, and six of them were already asleep.

The only thing that threatened them in the defensive position was a crooked stick. But the enemy is clear and we are hidden. To a sharpshooter, the light machine gun is no different from a living target.

"Comrades, the vigilance of the puppet troops is very low. Let's try to see if we can kill them without shooting."

"If this idea doesn't work, don't hesitate to attack immediately! Our target is the stable!"

Just as Zhao Gang was silently moving forward with a company of soldiers, the squad leader of the Erjiazi in front was awakened by a splash of urine. Coupled with the hot weather, he was very irritable at this time.

When he was about to pee, he saw the machine gunner who had fallen asleep. So he walked over very dissatisfied and slapped the other person on the face.

"How dare you fucking sleep? What if the Eighth Route Army's candied fruit troops come to attack us? Are you waiting to die?"

The machine gunner who was woken up covered his face in grievance. Since they arrived in Wanjia Town, apart from the local people who were reluctant to run away, even the bandits were unwilling to come here.

As for the so-called standing guard, it was simply to see if there were any passing caravans or any fat sheep coming to the door.

But the reputation here has long been bad, and there have been no outsiders for a long time. In addition, after working the night shift for five consecutive days, it was difficult not to doze off.

The squad leader of the puppet army looked at the other party's unspeakable expression and nodded with great satisfaction. Bullying his subordinates is one of his few hobbies.

He was about to go to the toilet in the field in front of him. The two devils, who were completely unwary, were even thinking about what to have for breakfast this morning, but as they were walking, two black figures rushed out from their left and right sides.

Two soldiers from the first battalion pressed down on the traitor and covered his mouth with their hands.

Zhao Gang came to this waste with a TT33 pistol. Before the gun was pointed at his head, he saw fear and begging for mercy in the other person's eyes.

So Political Commissar Zhao put his index finger in front of his lips and said to the traitor:

"I don't have to kill you, but you must answer my questions. If you dare to do anything wrong, then I can't guarantee your safety."

Looking at the other party blinking desperately, he asked the soldiers to let go of the other party. Then he asked about the internal situation of Wanjia Town and learned the specific location of the stables.

There is good news and bad news at this time.

The good news is that the stable is located very close to the southern exit, and they can completely defend there and push the enemy to the north.

The bad news is that because the traitor made too much noise when he beat people, all the Japanese soldiers on the defensive position have woken up, and the soldiers can only choose to attack by force.

Zhao Gang's Mosin Nagant was aimed at the machine gunner who was still smoking, and by the light of the torch, a bullet penetrated his head.

The puppet troops were startled by the sudden attack, but the death of one man was not enough to make them flee.

A bald man kicked away the body of his own man. He hid his body behind a sandbag and pulled the trigger. The bullets fired aimlessly.

Seeing this bold behavior, everyone shook their heads helplessly. The sound of machine guns must have awakened the enemies in Wanjia Town, and they needed to act quickly.

Zhao Gang and more than 20 nearby soldiers knelt on one knee to pull the big bolt, put the butt of the gun on their shoulders and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

It has to be said that the soldiers from the division's teaching group are really good at it. After a round of volley fire, there is no one alive in the opponent's defensive position.

So Zhao Gang immediately took the lead and rushed out of the crop fields, and rushed into Wanjia Town with the soldiers as fast as possible. Soon, the soldiers reached the stables.

There is a lot of space around here. Before the enemy comes out of the barracks, the soldiers immediately build a position here.

Most people used the yard in front of the stable to choose a shooting point, while Zhao Gang came to a commanding height and hid his figure in the shadows.

On the other side of the barracks, puppet soldiers rushed towards the stables one after another with mounted rifles. After encountering the attack, the first reaction of these Japanese soldiers was to find their horses.

Faced with this kind of waste that doesn't even conduct battlefield reconnaissance, the soldiers of the New Second Regiment will certainly not be polite. The MAS-36's firepower far exceeds that of the 38th Gai and kills every traitor.

After the number of puppet troops increased slightly, the FM-24/29 mounted on a high place began to fire long bursts. The bullets from rifles and light machine guns were like hailstones, and the enemies who attacked the stable fell to pieces.

In order to preserve the war horses as much as possible, the puppet battalion commander ordered not to use mortar grenades and grenades.

But infantry without these three weapons is no different from seeking death when they attack a position with reasonable distribution of firepower.

Seeing the surge in casualties among his men, the puppet battalion commander felt a little distressed. Although he doesn't care about the life or death of these people, if the number is not enough, it will definitely affect his dominance.

So he immediately ordered to bring out his trump card, a Type 92 heavy machine gun that his master had given him.

But what the machine gunners didn't know was that those who controlled the heavy machine guns had long been targeted by Zhao Gang.

The political commissar standing on the commanding heights did not take action at the beginning of the battle. In his opinion, the soldiers could fully cope with the current situation, so he did not expose his position.

But after the enemy came out carrying a heavy machine gun, he had to prioritize the enemy's fire points.

Zhao Gang used his own unique method to adjust his breathing, put the butt of Mosin Nagant's gun on his shoulder and aimed the gun at the target. After pulling the trigger, he immediately hid himself without checking whether he hit the target.

Although the field of view and shooting range from the commanding heights are very good, it is very inconvenient to move. If the enemy targets him, he will definitely be in danger.

Of course, this shot focused on the enemy without any suspense, but this time it didn't hit the head, but hit the shoulder.

The screams of the machine gun shooter made his nearby comrades fear this machine gun.

Under the constant urging of the puppet battalion commander, another unlucky man stepped into the shooting position.

This man's fate was not much different from that of his predecessors. The only difference was that he fired a few bullets.

This time no puppet army was willing to touch this heavy machine gun.

Threats to their lives coupled with the resentment and anger they had accumulated in daily life, these Japs immediately turned their guns and killed their battalion commander and his henchmen.

The puppet troops who lost their restraints immediately dispersed and ran towards the direction where Zhang Dabiao was ambushing.