xymnovel Chapter 66 Old Ma, did you bring any pigeons?
Chapter 66 Old Ma, did you bring any pigeons?
The butler said, "Master, Master Zhang is a little angry, but for your safety, he still decided to come and help. Look at the dozens of people behind him; they are all his men."
Ma glanced at it and grunted, "No one gets up early for nothing, what's going on?"
The steward then recounted how he was about to spend money to ask Zhang Fugui for help.
Two thousand silver dollars! Ma Bao was clearly heartbroken. He glanced back at the grain in the Zhou family compound, and a malicious thought crossed his mind. He said, "What a damn bad day!"
"Sir, what should we do?"
Ma Baohui chuckled and said, "Although my life is very valuable, if they want my food, I have so many men and horses now, why should I be afraid of a few petty thieves?"
"Charge! Reclaim the grain!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the guards moved toward the gate, ready to attack Wang Yousheng.
Just then, a gunshot rang out from the void.
Da da da!
It was a burst of gunfire, coming from behind. In an instant, dozens of people guarding the perimeter were all shot down.
On the wide road to the left and right of Zhou's house, two groups of soldiers from the first battalion charged forward with guns raised, already forming an encirclement.
"What happened?"
Upon hearing the gunshot, Ma was terrified!
They were originally going to make a move, but unexpectedly, they were outmaneuvered.
He turned his head and saw, to his surprise, a large group of soldiers dressed in Eighth Route Army uniforms were swarming towards him, like a river bursting its banks!
"Damn it, Eighth Route Army!"
Ma finally understood: these guys really are Eighth Route Army soldiers!
In the face of the surprise attack, Zhao Dabao led his company on a frantic run, and no one could stop them in their path.
It has to be said that the platoon of soldiers that Zhang Fugui brought suffered quite a loss. They were all guarding the back of the column watching the excitement, thinking there was no danger. Unexpectedly, they were ambushed, and the platoon's strength was instantly reduced by half.
The First Battalion of the Independent Regiment was a reinforced battalion. Apart from the recruit company, everyone else was a veteran. With more than two hundred people firing at the same time, even if they couldn't aim accurately, taking out dozens of enemies was still a piece of cake.
Moreover, the assault team also had four light machine gunners; with a burst of bullets, the enemy would be nothing more than targets to be tormented.
This is not even the full combat strength of the battalion. If those six heavy machine guns were to open fire at the same time, with thousands of bullets fired every minute, this small group of people could be wiped out in an instant!
This is the strength of enhanced firepower. Zhang Dabiao was very satisfied. This was the first time he had commanded a team with such fierce firepower!
Ma reported that he was terribly panicked when he saw his guards fall.
Under the protection of several guards, they fled in panic to the Zhou family compound.
The gate was only so big that it would be difficult for several hundred people to rush in all at once. A group of gunmen on the outside also began to occupy firing positions and started a positional war with the soldiers of the First Battalion.
Unfortunately, the two sides were only a few dozen meters apart. Zhang Dabiao personally led the assault team into the enemy's position, and the two sides quickly engaged in hand-to-hand combat.
The sounds of fighting, shouts, and wails filled the air. The morning air, which should have been fresh and pleasant, was now thick with the stench of blood from this battle…
The soldiers fought bravely against the enemy, as if they were in an empty field.
Perhaps it was the bayonet technique that Wang Yousheng taught them that had an effect, or perhaps the guards were indeed not very strong. In just a few minutes, these more than one hundred guards were routed!
Some gunmen, seeing the Eighth Route Army soldiers bring out their machine guns, cowered in fear under cover, while others, even more cowardly, surrendered with their guns raised. Still others, taking advantage of the hand-to-hand combat, scaled the earthen wall of a nearby resident and fled in panic…
Only a dozen or so people actually dared to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Eighth Route Army.
Compared to regular troops, those who are second-rate are ultimately second-rate!
Zhang Dabiao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the situation outside the door was under control. However, he had just seen more than a dozen people run into the Zhou family's house. Wang Yousheng was still in the Zhou family compound, and he couldn't afford to get hurt.
If Shengzi gets into trouble, the regimental commander will surely execute him.
He was about to lead his men into the Zhou family's residence when, unexpectedly... he was met with a hail of bullets.
A sharp-eyed soldier, driven by a burning desire to protect his comrade, stepped in front of Zhang Dabiao, and several bullets pierced his thin chest...
"pony!"
Seeing the soldier die in front of him, Zhang Dabiao flew into a rage, his reddened tiger eyes flashing with resentment!
However, his experience did not cloud his judgment; instead, he ordered a retreat.
Because everyone could see that there were more than a dozen gun barrels pointed inside, and if the soldiers went in, they would definitely be shot dead.
Zhang Dabiao would never be foolish enough to use piecemeal tactics.
Zhao Dabao rushed over and was furious when he saw the young soldier's miserable state. This was a soldier he had personally trained!
He cursed and ordered, "Grenade throwing team, prepare the grenades and throw them!"
"etc!"
Zhang Dabiao loudly stopped him.
Zhao Dabao didn't understand: "Battalion Commander Zhang, there are only a dozen or so enemies left. A few grenades could send them to meet their maker!"
Zhang Dabiao said, "Shengzi hasn't come out yet; he can't be hurt."
"We have to think of a way!" Zhao Dabao was also blinded by grief and indignation, and for a moment he did not think that Wang Yousheng had not come out yet.
Zhang Dabiao glanced at the corpses on the ground and said, "Form a human wall! Use machine gun fire to draw attention, then the assault team will scale the wall and launch a surprise attack!"
"yes!"
The soldiers naturally knew what forming a human wall meant; it was a way to attack enemy temporary firing positions by using enemy corpses to build trenches for their own soldiers to fire upon!
Within seconds, the soldiers had piled up several enemy corpses in front of the Zhou family's gate, forming a small fortification. At the same time, the machine gunner quickly set up his machine gun and observed the situation inside the courtyard through the blind spot on the side of the gate.
Upon closer inspection, the soldier indeed spotted two enemies hiding under pillars outside the hall. Immediately, the soldier pulled the trigger, emptying the entire five-round magazine.
Meanwhile, a platoon of soldiers acted as an assault team, quickly scaling the earthen walls of the Zhou family compound. The large number of soldiers poured into the Zhou family compound.
With such an overwhelming advantage, Ma's report was doomed.
At this moment, Ma Baohui had already been escorted to the living room by two servants. When Ma Baohui saw that the Eighth Route Army had already climbed over the wall, he was terrified.
He hurriedly asked the butler, "Old Ma, did you bring any pigeons?"
"have!"
As he spoke, Butler Ma pulled a live creature from his pocket—a black military pigeon!
Ever since Ma reported to the Japanese and became a traitor, he has always had his servants carry military pigeons with them, just in case.
Now is the time.
Ma reported immediately, "Quickly, send a message to the Japanese commander, asking them to come and provide reinforcements!"
Butler Ma nodded, quickly wrote down a note, and was about to release the pigeons when he subconsciously asked, "Master, what will happen to these 40,000 catties of grain if the Japanese invaders come?"
Ma reported back, "You're confused! The Eighth Route Army is more valuable than grain. Trading 40,000 catties of grain for the heads of several hundred Eighth Route Army soldiers is worth it. If they survive, the Japanese might even arrange a high-ranking official position for me!"
"Yes, yes."
Butler Ma thought about it and agreed. The Ma family had only revealed 40,000 jin of grain; most of it was still hidden at home.
Even though the Japanese took everything away, it didn't shake the foundation of the Ma family.