When the Eighth Route Army performed shooting and stabbing on the playground, no one dared to underestimate this army.
The carefully selected soldiers were all sharpshooters with perfect accuracy.
The target was fifty meters, the target was one hundred meters, and the gunshots sounded.
The most impressive thing about target shooting was the pistol shooting of the special agent company commander Zhao Ziming.
He used a Mauser pistol to hit ten earthen jars thirty meters away, almost without even aiming.
When the soldiers performed stabbings, hundreds of them moved in unison.
With roars, the white blades flew, the cold light was dazzling, and the murderous intent was fierce.
The US military officers could see from the sharp eyes of the soldiers that these people were all experienced.
The elite of war.
Commander Wu Changqing also performed a show.
He raised his hand casually and shot down a chirping sparrow in the sky.
From the commander to the soldiers, everyone was so brave.
They couldn't help but make the U.S. military become more skilled.
They used 1911 pistols and carbines to fight.
For target practice, the results can be imagined.
According to the standards of the US military, it is good, but according to the standards of the Eighth Route Army, it requires confinement.
The Jiangdong Provincial Committee and even Yan'an attached great importance to this unofficial visit and arranged a real battle to let the US military see the Eighth Route Army's combat effectiveness and strong offensive spirit.
The plan is to encircle an iron mine where the Japanese are entrenched and carry out encirclement and reinforcements.
This is the most classic strategy of the Eighth Route Army, which they have already mastered for a long time.
The Japanese and puppet soldiers are fooled every time.
As the saying goes, if you attack it, you will save it.
Even if you know there is an ambush, you have to fight hard.
But this time the Japs were prepared and actually sent two tanks to lead the charge.
It was originally a battle that was guaranteed to be won, and he was all counting on a good face.
However, two tanks came, and Wu Changqing gave a death order to win at all costs.
The soldiers rushed forward one after another, and at the cost of one platoon, they finally used explosive packets to blow up the enemy's tanks.
Finally, they decided the outcome in hand-to-hand combat and annihilated the reinforcing Japanese and puppet troops.
After the battle, the battlefield was swept like a storm, weapons and ammunition were quickly collected, and the dead and wounded were carried away.
The enemy's corpses were piled neatly on the roadside, and then they quickly retreated.
The Eighth Route Army's professional tactical qualities and fearless spirit of sacrifice shocked the U.S. military representatives and gave them high praise.
After withdrawing their troops and returning to camp, they happened to get another piece of great news.
The culprit behind the attack on Pearl Harbor was the Commander-in-Chief of the Japanese Combined Fleet.
General Isoroku Yamamoto was shot down and beheaded by the US military in the Pacific battlefield.
This was another huge loss for the Japanese navy after the Battle of Midway and the Battle of Guadalcanal, but it was a great victory for the Allies.
The Chinese and American soldiers drank and talked happily, celebrating the great victory of the US Navy.
The relationship between the two sides took a further step.
Wu Changqing and Ye Xuefeng seemed to have seen a large amount of US aid arriving in front of them, not to mention their excitement.
A few days later, the United States sincerely invited the Jiangbei Column to visit the actual combat.
Wu Changqing and Ye Xuefeng each brought their guards and an officer from the Propaganda Section of the column headquarters to the territory of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army.
Naturally, they were also warmly entertained, including canned biscuits and camels.
Brand cigarettes are available.
Late that night, the troops gathered in secret.
Wu Changqing and Ye Xuefeng also came to the playground.
They saw dozens of vehicles ready to go, mainly light jeeps and Dodge ten-wheel trucks, as well as a few half-track vehicles.
The carriages seemed to be equipped with Large caliber artillery.
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Chen Zikun jumped into the passenger seat of a jeep and asked the head of the Eighth Route Army to sit down.
Wu Changqing jumped into the back seat and touched the leather cushion under his buttocks.
It was soft and comfortable.
There was also a large-caliber machine gun behind the car.
Ask Chen Zikun: "Where are we going?"
"Attack the provincial capital."
Chen Zikun replied.
Wu Changqing was shocked.
Only a battalion of troops on the playground dared to attack the provincial capital.
Was it Chen Zikun who had the courage, or was it the American equipment that gave him such courage?
Ye Xuefeng got into another jeep and sat chatting and laughing with the US military personnel.
The convoy set off in the dark night, crossed the pontoon bridge and reached the south bank of the Huaijiang River, and rushed towards the provincial capital along the road built by the Japanese.
The terrain in the south of the Yangtze River is dominated by plains.
During Chen Zikun's administration, many gravel roads were built.
After the Japanese came, some military roads were built to plunder resources and transport troops.
The transportation was very convenient.
It was at night and the roads were It was empty without any people or vehicles.
The convoy of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army drove straight in with their headlights on.
The night wind blew against his face, and Chen Zikun was in high spirits, as if he had returned to his youth.
Back then, his eight hundred warriors made a surprise attack on the provincial capital and took away Sun Kaiqin's position of military governor.
Tonight, five hundred elite soldiers will regain their former glory.
Suddenly, an artillery tower blocked the road ahead, and horses were blocked at the intersection.
Two Japanese soldiers and four puppet soldiers were on night duty.
They waved signal flags to try to stop the convoy of unknown origin.
The jeep leading the way used a 127mm Browning heavy weapon.
The machine gun fired a sharp sweep, knocking them to the ground, smashing through the roadblock and rushing over.
Shooting started on the turret, and the convoy continued to move forward without any pause, leaving only one half-track vehicle behind.
It fired two rounds with the vehicle-mounted 105-caliber cannon, and the impregnable turret collapsed.
Wu Changqing was dumbfounded.
In the eyes of the Eighth Route Army, such a gun tower was an extremely difficult target.
In order to pull out a gun tower, it would take at least several months to prepare and it would take a huge amount of manpower and material resources to succeed.
The Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army only took a few minutes to uproot it.
If a gun tower is dropped, the firepower is too powerful.
A battalion of mechanized troops ran rampant in the hinterland of the Japanese army as if they were in an uninhabited land.
Telephone poles along the way were blown up by grenades, communications were interrupted, and the local garrison responded slowly.
By the time the Japanese headquarters in the provincial capital received an alarm along the way, it was already six o'clock in the morning.
At this time, Chen Zikun's troops were under his nose.
There lived a division of puppet troops on the outskirts of the provincial capital.
They were dissatisfied and numbered about a thousand people.
They usually showed off their power and oppressed good people and did all kinds of bad things.
Today they were faced with a disaster.
The Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army drove outside their military camp.
The convoy stopped and began to free themselves.
Shooting, howitzers, mortars, and heavy machine guns roared together.
The barracks were bombed, howling like ghosts, and thick smoke.
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After five minutes of fighting, Chen Zikun gave the order: "Withdraw."
Wu Changqing was very puzzled, why not go in and clean the battlefield, where he could pick up a lot of guns and bullets.
Chen Zikun smiled lightly: "I don't like those scraps of metal.
Besides, we are in a hurry and haven't gone to the provincial capital yet."
The eyes of the people in the provincial capital were opened this time.
The famous Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army in Jiangbei entered the provincial capital in a swagger.
At seven o'clock in the morning, on the street, breakfast vendors and office workers witnessed the convoy of the National Army swaggering through the city.
They shelled the puppet provincial government building, strafed the Japanese military police headquarters, and then walked away like nothing happened.
But at this time, the Japanese Army had already reacted.
Troops from various places were dispatched one after another.
Reconnaissance planes were flying around in the sky, and the air was filled with radio waves.
Japanese and puppet troops throughout East China mobilized urgently to pursue and intercept this daring little unit.
In the end, the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army failed to retreat.
They were surrounded by the Japanese army on a hillside not far from the Huaijiang River.
The bare hill had no cover.
Chen Zikun directed the soldiers to take shovels and pickaxes from the vehicle and dig on the mountain.
Bunker, defend in place.
Wu Changqing was very anxious: "The best thing is to break out of the encirclement quickly, there is no point in holding on."
Chen Zikun said: "I call this a magnet tactic.
You will understand it later."
The Japanese troops who came from various places gathered a regiment and launched an attack in a hurry without taking a rest.
The Japanese troops had very fierce firepower, including Type 92 infantry cannons and heavy machine guns in the long range, grenades and light machine guns in the middle distance, and grenades and light machine guns in the short distance.
There were 38-guns piercing the Yangtze at a hundred steps, and there were bombers in the sky and gunboats in the river.
This formation made Wu Changqing, who had fought with the Japanese for many years, worried.
But in this kind of scene, they are showing off their power in front of the backward Chinese motley army, and they can only admit defeat in front of the fully equipped Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army.
There were more and more Japanese troops, surrounding the hill three levels inside and three outside.
Chen Zikun saw this scene with a telescope and ordered to call for air support.
Fifteen minutes later, a squadron of fighter jets that took off from the Jiangbei Field Airport flew to the battlefield and used machine guns and bombs to torture the Japs outside.
Chen Zikun lamented that the Flying Tigers did not have bombers, otherwise the Japs would die even more ugly.
The Flying Tigers ran out of ammunition and returned.
The Japanese army, which suffered heavy casualties, launched an attack.
Countless Japanese soldiers rushed up with bayonets in hand.
What greeted them was a dense rain of bullets.
The American weapons were all automated.
As if, the Japanese fell to the ground like cutting leeks, and the attack was quickly disintegrated.
At the command of "ceasefire", the soldiers stopped shooting, with green smoke rising from the muzzles of their guns.
They removed the empty magazines and replaced them with new ones.
Wu Changqing's first feeling was that American weapons had fierce firepower but consumed ammunition too quickly.
For the army that lacked logistical supplies, this was not a blessing but a disaster.
He felt his mouth was dry, so he picked up the kettle, but found it was empty.
He couldn't help but worry, there was no water source on the hill, and he had made the mistake of Ma Su Street Pavilion.
But Chen Zikun was not worried at all.
He said the drinks would be arriving soon and asked Wu Changqing if he would like to drink Coke or coffee.
Wu Changqing didn't know what Coke was, but he soon tasted this delicious black drink in a small glass bottle.
Several US military transport planes painted with white stars arrived over the battlefield.
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The hatches opened and began to deliver supplies.
Umbrella flowers blossomed.
Blooming in the sky, weapons and ammunition fell, as well as food supplies.
Coca-Cola was placed in an insulated box, and there were dewdrops on the bottle.
It made me choke after taking a sip, but it felt very good.
Japanese reinforcements were still arriving in a steady stream, and tanks and cavalry also appeared on the flanks, but they were all beaten by aerial firepower, including the gunboats on the Huaijiang River, which were beaten by Flying Tigers fighter jets until black smoke erupted. , withdrew from the battlefield early.
At night, the hillock was still firmly in the hands of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Army.
They even expanded the front a lot to prevent airborne supplies from falling into the enemy's hands.
The Japanese army took advantage of the night to launch several more attacks.
However, the flares here seemed to be fired for free, several rounds every minute, making the night look like daylight.
Sliding back.
In the morning, the transport plane came again, bringing not only a company of paratroopers, but also still-warm Nantai egg buns.
Wu Changqing said: "I finally understand what the magnet tactic is.
It is to lure the Japanese over and slaughter them in droves
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