A magazine of 30,000 rounds, you call it Hanyang

Nomura Fubuki was almost breaking down.

He originally thought that it would be easy to take down the elderly, weak, women and children in a village without any effort.

He also sent out an entire infantry battalion of more than a thousand devils.

Unexpectedly, before this Japanese infantry battalion reached the village entrance, there were loud gunfire and ambushes all around.

The Japanese suffered a great loss due to being caught off guard.

Less than ten minutes into the battle, this Japanese infantry battalion lost five or six hundred Japanese soldiers, and fled in a panic, leaving behind a field of corpses.

They didn't even see what the person who ambushed them looked like.

This surprised Nomura Fubuki.

"Nani! How could this happen?"

According to the information obtained by Nomura Fubuki, there were no regular troops of the Eighth Route Army guerrillas in the Shijiaopo area.

But the facts were clear: who else but the regular army could defeat an entire infantry battalion in a single encounter? Who else possessed such formidable combat power?

Nomura Fubuki took a deep breath. This time he was ready to go all out and directly mobilize all the Japanese devils in the entire regiment. He was ready to go all out!

But even so, I still can't get in!

Before the Japanese regiment advanced to the village entrance, it encountered stubborn resistance again.

After fighting for half an hour at a distance of three hundred meters, the Nomura Regiment was unable to advance even a single step.

Not only were they unable to advance, but hundreds of Japanese corpses were left on the ground again.

This is actually mainly because the terrain of Shijiaopo Village is complex.

Within the 300-meter distance of the village, there are deep ditches, canyons, slopes, and dense forests.

Many places are small and closed, very suitable for ambushes, easy to defend but difficult to attack.

For the Japanese who were not familiar with the terrain here, it was like entering a maze.

Back then, the more than 200 Japanese soldiers in the prisoner-of-war camp fought with Zheng Kaixuan in this terrain. Many places were so narrow that even the drones of the Sharp Knife Regiment could not enter, which shows how dangerous the terrain here is.

"What kind of army is this? It's so difficult to defeat them."

Nomura Fubuki was so anxious that she kept scratching her head and sighing.

He discovered a problem that frightened him.

That is, most of the Japanese soldiers under his command were killed, but there were very few wounded.

Most of the Japanese soldiers who were killed were shot through the heart or shot in the head.

One shot can kill someone, so naturally there won't be too many casualties.

In other words, the people who ambushed them were most likely a group of powerful and awesome sharpshooters.

Nomura Fubuki once suspected that this was Zheng Kaixuan's spearhead group.

However, the spearhead regiment was clearly fighting with the Nakamura Brigade, and the number of spearhead regiment troops that Zheng Kaixuan brought to southeastern Shanxi was not large to begin with, and it was impossible to divide the troops and station them in the unimportant Shijiaopo Village.

It is impossible for Zheng Kaixuan to predict the future.

Nomura immediately rejected his own suspicion.

"No matter what, this unit is no ordinary one. It must be a newly formed special forces unit of the Eighth Route Army..."

However, as the battle continued, Nomura quickly figured out who he was fighting.

"Report to the captain, I found that the person who ambushed me was a child..."

"Report to the commander, the one who ambushed me was an old woman..."

Fewer casualties does not mean there are no casualties.

Two wounded Japanese soldiers who had managed to retreat after the charge at the front found Nomura Fubuki and ran to report to him.

"Sir, we can conclude that the ambush was carried out by the villagers in this area..."

"No! This is impossible!"

After receiving the news, Nomura Fubuki was stunned.

He said he didn't believe anything.

What a joke, his Nomura Regiment is at least a Class B division in terms of combat power, and ordinary regular troops are no match for them. Now he is being taught a lesson by a group of ordinary villagers?

Nomura felt that if this matter were to get out, it would be far more embarrassing than losing a battle.

Nomura, who didn't believe it, picked up the telescope and planned to go and observe it himself.

Soon, Nomura was dumbfounded.

At Shijiaopo, behind a large rock halfway up the mountain, there were several little boys lying there wearing open-crotch pants, who looked only a few years old.

"Tiedan, are you capable of this? You've missed twice in a row. The last shot could have killed the Japanese soldier, but you only broke his ear."

The child called Tiedan rubbed his shoulders, lowered his head and crawled back to the safe place behind the rock.

"Brother Zhuzi, the recoil of this gun is too strong. My shoulder is almost swollen from the shock. I'll rest for a while. You come on."

Tiedan is too small, his entire body is not even as long as the gun.

The pillar, which was half a head taller than him, immediately crawled over and replaced him.

Zhuzi raised his hand, wiped his nose with his sleeve, then lay quietly in the shooting position, observing the battlefield.

At this moment, a Japanese soldier appeared from behind a rock two hundred meters away.

"boom!"

Zhuzi quickly pulled the trigger and shot the Japanese soldier right in the heart. The Japanese soldier fell on his back and died instantly.

"Well done, Zhuzi, well done! In just a few days, your marksmanship has improved again."

"After this battle, I'll teach you how to change magazines with one hand..."

Not far away, at a higher place, there were several children lying there who were much bigger than the pillars. They were holding Hanyang-made semi-automatic rifles in their hands.

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Whenever these kids raised their hands, a Japanese soldier would fall down.

Even at a distance of three hundred meters, almost every shot hit the head.

A little further ahead, a group of middle-aged women were lying in ambush.

Although these women were dressed like farmers, they all held guns in their hands and had firm eyes. At this moment, they were the warriors defending their country who made the Japanese devils tremble in fear.

"Her fourth aunt, don't keep looking around. Just keep an eye on the Japanese in your direction. Shufen and I will take care of this place. Don't worry."

"Her second aunt, I'm not looking around, I'm not afraid that Sister Shufen can't handle it..."

"Don't worry, Fourth Aunt, I can handle it. I even shot several tens yesterday..."

"Okay, okay, stop arguing and focus on beating the devils. After that, I have to go home and do the laundry."

"Who doesn't want to finish the fight and go home quickly? You're talking like I've just fed the chickens..."

On the other side, a group of gray-haired old ladies were also fighting with guns!

"Tiedan'er's grandma, the sight of your gun is off, quickly correct it, or ask the comrades from the Sharp Knife Regiment to replace it with a new one."

The old ladies nearby burst out laughing.

"Old sister-in-law, you don't know this. Tiedan's grandmother Cuihua, not only is the sight of her gun crooked, but even the trajectory is crooked, but she can still shoot accurately. If you really give her a straight gun, she will not be able to shoot accurately."

On the other side, several old men with white beards took on the responsibility of operating the mortars, and they did it in an orderly and professional manner.

"Azimuth 28-01, firing angle 05-80, set firing parameters, fire!"

Although these old men are a bit old, their eyesight and hearing are not blurry, and they are still strong and skilled.

Shell after shell landed accurately into the Japanese charging troops.