One Thousand and Sixty Rootless Duckweed
readx(); "Your Excellency, General! The head of the Akino brigade was already on the ground just now, and he was smashed together with 50 wounded soldiers!" The chief of staff lowered his head, facing the Japanese army position standing under the entrance of the cave, the flames and smoke filled everywhere Major General Ishida Hui reported the scene: "The Nakamura Battalion stationed at the port is coming. If they can prevent the US military from occupying the field hospital, we can still hold the line of defense. Please search ()! The fastest updated novel"
"The field airport on the island must be blown up as soon as possible..." Major General Ishida put down the binoculars in his hand, and told his subordinates in a very calm tone: "In addition, if you don't need all the materials, you should immediately Destroy and bury the caves where the food is buried, and the soldiers who know the location will smash all the jade, and you will supervise it yourself!"
"Your Excellency, General! As long as we can hold out until night, we can take advantage of the US military's inability to fight at night, and counterattack to regain our position!" The chief of staff anxiously persuaded: "We still have a reserve team of more than 2,000 people, and we can still hold on! Your Excellency, General, Please don't give up."
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"Three, two, one." The Japanese engineers in the port were counting down the blast. Takemoto Taro hugged his rifle, and was on the smallest pier in a bunker made of sandbags. He was lifted by explosives into the sky more than ten meters high, and then shattered into pieces and fell to the nearby sea. A huge water column was stirred up.
"Pier No. 1 has been blasted! Pier No. 2 has started blasting!" The commander of the engineering unit in the distance shouted loudly, and his men carried boxes of tools and ran to the site where the explosives had been laid. The second pier in the hole began to fuse the explosives in the second pier that had been prepared a long time ago.
"We used our own hands to resist, and the stones piled up there will be blown up." Takemoto Taro said to himself, the comrades who carried the stones with him had died on the battlefield, their lower body was bloody and bloody, and He has never been able to forget the scene of his comrade-in-arms imploring him to find his lost foot.
It is a very uncomfortable thing for a pier built by oneself to be blown up easily. Taro Takemoto held his rifle, and some engineers were busy on the pier, avoiding American planes flying over from time to time. The nearby anti-aircraft guns were all pushed away by the people of the Nakamura brigade. That was the only weapon they could use to fight tanks. Therefore, the pier had no air defense force and could only let the American planes wreak havoc.
We are fighting bloody battles here, can our hometown really live better? Under the interference of American fighter jets, the engineering and soldier allies at Taro Takemoto's place were busy arranging wires, thinking sullenly in their hearts.
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At the same time, in the rolling mountains of the distant Caucasus, beside a road. A Soviet partisan was lurking behind a clump of weeds, his eyes vigilantly staring at the end of the road in the distance.
A German car slowly drove over from there,
Four guards with live ammunition stood on the car, and two German soldiers sat in the cockpit of the truck. German cars often pass by on this road, but many of the cars passing on this road are full of heavily armed German soldiers.
From the radio they heard Stalin's call to all Soviet guerrillas behind enemy lines. The great leader asked them to destroy the enemy's transportation lines as much as possible to support combat operations on the frontal battlefield. They assembled all the helpers they could find, and lurked here hoping to cut off this very important supply line for the German army.
Before the German army opened up the oil transportation railway line between Baku and St. Rudolph during the war, this road was an important supply line for the German army in the Caucasus. It is obviously very beneficial to the Soviet Union to be able to cause trouble for this supply line. .
So the guerrilla slowly aimed the gun in his hand at the German car in the distance, and finally pulled the trigger of his gun in a very suitable position.
"Boom!" A shot was fired, and the German soldier sitting in the main driver covered his chest with the sound of the gunshot. He let out a scream, and then lay down on the steering wheel. The horn of the car was blared by the dead German soldiers, and the German soldiers in the car immediately panicked.
In the end, the car overturned directly on the road, and the food and some ammunition loaded in it were scattered in the ditch on the side of the road. The German soldiers in the car fell into the ditch staggeringly as the truck overturned, and were soon surrounded by Soviet guerrillas who rushed over.
"Boom!" A German soldier leaned on an overturned truck and fired a shot at a guerrilla wearing ordinary poor clothes. The guerrilla running opposite immediately fell to the ground clutching his chest. The German soldiers hurriedly pulled the bolt of the gun in a panic and loaded new bullets. However, he was immediately shot down by the surrounding Soviet partisans, and died on his back at the position where he shot.
The German soldier on the co-pilot of the car had just climbed out of the car, and just stuck his head out of the car window, and was hit in the head by a bullet, and directly hung on his back on the roof of the overturned car, with both hands hanging down feebly . Another German soldier behind the car was crushed to death by the overturned car, leaving only two legs and a pool of blood on the ground.
The remaining two German soldiers quickly dropped their weapons on the ground and raised their hands high. They repeated the word surrender in German, and pointed their weapons at a large group of partisans with a pair of terrified eyes.
"Boom!" A guerrilla rang the weapon in his hand without hesitation, and a bullet accurately hit the chest of a German soldier who raised his hand and surrendered. The opponent's body trembled, and then followed the bullet. With the strength, he fell back on his back.
Another companion who was shot by the German army was shot in the head before he recovered, and fell into the ditch as well. The six German soldiers escorting the truck died in this unnamed place. The Soviet guerrillas began to dig out the contents of the truck and took away as many useful things as possible.
A sentry guerrilla in the distance began to gesticulate frequently, so these people no longer missed the truck that had been almost emptied, and ran to the woods by the roadside with some flour bags and vegetable baskets. An ambush was very successful for them, at least what they did for the motherland was worthy of their cheers.
A German armored patrol car drove up, and the German soldiers in it apparently spotted the overturned truck on the road. So the armored vehicle stopped and aimed its 20mm cannon at the place where there might be a threat.
"Call the headquarters! We found one of our own trucks on the road. Some soldiers were killed. We need reinforcements." There were only 3 German soldiers in the armored vehicle. Obviously, they did not intend to risk getting out of the vehicle to check the already-cleaned truck. battlefield. It is necessary to be cautious in dealing with this kind of thing, because no one can confirm whether those guerrillas will go and return.
"This is the Defense Command of Highway 6. Our people will arrive soon, please stay alert!" The voice of the officer on duty in the command headquarters in the distance came from the headset of the German commander in the armored reconnaissance vehicle.
Soon two wheeled armored vehicles rushed to the scene of the incident covering a truck full of soldiers. The German army began to deploy defenses around it, and then carefully identified the traces on the scene that were too late to be erased. These things are of little help in combating guerrillas, but they can help the German army confirm the approximate size of nearby guerrillas.
"There are about 40 people. It's a large-scale team." A German sergeant turned around and reported to the sergeant who led the team, "It should be the group that attacked the truck last time." People. Their scale has grown again, and they have gathered some scattered soldiers."
"One of them was killed." The sergeant pointed to a pool of blood on the side of the truck, and there were long traces of dragging, and said, "These people took away the body of their companions, but because our patrol car It came too fast, and I didn't have time to deal with the traces left behind."
"Strengthen the patrol and search around here..." The leading sergeant gave the order helplessly: "Notify the battalion headquarters, we need support."
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The guerrillas carrying flour and vegetables returned to their village, which was their stronghold and the home of many of them. Without this village, they would not be able to persist in this kind of mountainous area. Most of the things they robbed were distributed to the villagers who supported them in the village.
But when they walked to the entrance of the village, they found that the place was different from when they left. The entrance of the village, which was still lively in the past, was empty, and there was no smoke coming from the chimney when it was supposed to be cooking. . These guerrillas approached the village cautiously, but found that everyone here had disappeared inexplicably.
They found the corpses of a dozen elderly villagers in the village. These old people were the oldest in the village, and one was left alive on purpose. He was digging a grave for his dead neighbor.
"It's the Germans! The Germans took them all away." The old man dug on the ground with a wooden stick expressionlessly. Everybody go with them, we didn't want to go at first, so they beat the older ones to death."
"This group of bastards! This is breaking the foundation of us people!" A guerrilla almost threw the vegetable basket in his hand to the ground in anger. The rest were even more depressed—now that they were homeless duckweeds, it seemed easier for the Germans to find them.
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In this chapter, thanks to the rewarding leader Chu, thank you for your support to the Third Reich! I owed you a long time, and finally paid it back today!
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