Traveling through 1937, starting from the Battle of Songhu

Chapter 374 The Militia's Battle

"Captain, let's go back and go into the mountains tomorrow."

When they reached the road section behind the mountain, Captain Ishino suddenly felt a little panicked because of several cemeteries.

It was really scary, especially the names on the wooden tablets in front of the graves, which were reflected by the occasional flashes of light, like death warrants.

"Bakayalu, Ishino, you are too timid and unworthy to work for the warriors."

In fact, Lieutenant Colonel Ghana was also afraid, he was just relying on his numbers.

The hillside behind Majia Village is where the Ma family’s cemetery is located. There are not many of them, and they have nothing to do with the ancestral tomb.

It is mainly used to bury people who died in the village or wandered here.

In that era, having a place to be buried was considered good. The people of Majia Village were kind-hearted. No matter whether they were from the village or outside, as long as they died in Majia Village, they would basically erect a piece of wood for them.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t know the birthday or something like that. Erecting a tombstone will allow the deceased to rest in peace.

Therefore, the people of Majia Village, including the militia company, were not afraid of this cemetery. But the Japanese were different. After they entered the back mountain area, they were frightened by the bulging graves everywhere. At this time, not only Shi Ye, but also the Japanese soldiers in the large army also felt a chill in their hearts.

The remaining dozens of puppet soldiers, after seeing the graves, almost huddled together, fearing that something would come to find them.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the puppet soldier in front finally couldn't stand it anymore. He said with trembling lips: "There is... there is a ghost!"

My eyes were blurry and my heart was filled with fear, so I naturally mistook some of the things I imagined for ghosts.

The traditions deeply rooted in the bones of the Chinese people took root in the hearts of the puppet soldiers at this moment.

The puppet soldiers were frightened and shrank back, not daring to move forward.

"What are these idiots doing? Why don't they leave?" a soldier whispered.

There is a minefield a few steps ahead, and the militia soldiers are now hoping that the puppet army will move forward a few steps.

"Be quiet and be careful. The Japanese have very sharp ears."

With the faint moonlight, Ma Xiaoxi could clearly see that the puppet troops and the devils had stopped.

But he was more patient. Ever since his elders in his family were killed by the Japanese, he had hidden his hatred for them in his heart, waiting for the moment to take revenge.

"Bagayalu, why don't you move on!"

A Japanese squad leader walked up to the puppet army and asked angrily.

The puppet army battalion commander also had a bad expression on his face at this time. He was brought into some imaginary scenes and his heart was trembling.

The Japanese squad leader's words woke him up immediately, and his confused expression made the Japanese squad leader angry again.

Pah pah…

After several consecutive slaps, the puppet army commander came to his senses and quickly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Your Majesty, please calm down."

As a dog of the Japanese, he had no way to explain the panic in his heart and could only apologize.

Seeing this, the Japanese squad leader suddenly felt superior, and his anger naturally subsided. He said, "Liu Sang, if you dare to retreat again, you will all die!"

Although he was satisfied, the team leader understood that to deal with these Chinese, he had to be cold and ruthless and not give them any chance.

The Japanese squad leader left with satisfaction, but the puppet army battalion commander was in a bad mood at this time. Looking at the dark direction, he always felt uneasy.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Sanwazi, Niu Ersha, you two will go ahead later. Remember to be careful, it's not safe here."

After the puppet army battalion commander finished speaking, he prayed in his heart, "Buddha bless you."

All those who served the Japanese as dogs did not want to die, and this naturally included him.

However, if he wanted to escape, it depended on whether the militia soldiers agreed.

In the rear, Lieutenant Colonel Garner, the captain of the Japanese battalion, seemed to have a sense of responsibility and ordered Captain Ishino: "Order the brave warriors of the Imperial Army and the Imperial Alliance Army to be in high spirits. The independent regiment is cunning and sly, so be careful."

He was frightened by the independent regiment and was afraid that there would be an ambush by the independent regiment ahead. He only had so many people. If there really was an ambush, he would be finished and would not be able to withstand the attack.

Moreover, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes in the mountains staring at him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

His ancestral teachings told him not to enter mountains, but now his order had already been given and there was no point in regretting it.

After Garner gave the order, he subconsciously slowed down his pace.

At this moment, an explosion sounded in front, followed by the sound of Type 38 rifles.

Bang bang bang!

More than a dozen militia soldiers shot and hit a puppet soldier. It has to be said that the militiamen were really not used to the battlefield.

Lieutenant Colonel Ghana's action was in vain. He was too alert. When the gunshot rang out, he subconsciously moved forward. As a result, he accidentally knocked over a wooden tablet, which seemed to be the outcome that doomed his death.

Bang bang bang!

Another string of bullets swept towards the direction of the puppet army devils, and an unlucky devil was hit by a stray bullet and died on the spot.

Da da da!

Bang bang bang!

The firepower of the Japanese puppet troops was definitely stronger than that of the militia. Just when the militia soldiers had just fired the second round, their machine gun bullets came.

Fortunately, the militia company soldiers were at the bottom of the slope and no one was injured this time.

"Retreat, and play with the devils slowly from behind."

Seeing this situation, Ma Xiaoxi quickly ordered the soldiers to retreat.

His attack was actually intended to lure the Japanese to another route where they had set up a series of minefields.

Boom!

Garner fired two shots and roared, "Kill the chicken!"

He was really angry. He had never been so miserable since he joined the army. In addition, he was beaten up by the 37th Battalion during the day. At this moment, the pride and anger in his heart seemed to be about to explode.

Lieutenant Colonel Ghana's roar woke up the Japanese soldiers completely, and they all chased after the militia soldiers.

Boom boom!

Two more grenades were triggered, and several Japanese soldiers were killed on the spot.

Now the Japanese dared not pursue them recklessly anymore. It didn't matter if they were carried away by passion, but their lives were their own. The Japanese soldiers also wanted to survive and make achievements. What could a dead Japanese soldier achieve except a little honor?

"Captain, thirteen of our warriors have been killed, and twenty of the Imperial Army have been killed or wounded. We request that the pursuit continue."

Ishino had never encountered such bullying before. In just one hour, so many people were killed in the explosion. The Chinese people were too cunning...

"Bakayalu, stop the pursuit and order the warriors to retreat."

After chasing for so long, Lieutenant Colonel Ghana began to come to his senses.

He felt that the purpose of these people seemed to be to lead them into the minefield, and the Chinese people were probably on another road they passed by.

The more he thought about it, the more he understood it, and he immediately ordered the team to stop.

"Captain, there are only so many Chinese people..."

Captain Ishino said without giving up.

He couldn't swallow the humiliation of being bullied like this by more than a dozen people. How could he be willing to accept this unless he killed these people?

clap clap!

The sounds of slaps were particularly clear in the cold night.

What can Ghana say when facing such a disobedient subordinate? A slap in the face is the most appropriate.