Chapter 71: Battle of Wits
The gunshots continued all night, and the Japanese soldiers in the stronghold did not sleep well.
Including Kuroshima Morita, everyone had a dark face when they woke up the next day.
As soon as the day broke, Kuroshima Morita personally led a cavalry squadron out of the stronghold and sent out rangers to conduct a carpet search of the area within a two-kilometer radius.
The Eighth Route Army was not found.
But it’s not like there were no discoveries.
The ranger captain brought Kuroshima Morita to a small ditch.
"Captain, look," the Ranger Captain pointed to the crawling marks in the ditch and said, "Last night, that Eighth Route Army soldier hid here and fired."
Kuroshima Morita looked back at the artillery tower in the stronghold and his face darkened.
Because it is two hundred meters from here to the artillery tower, the Eighth Route Army's shooting skills are really accurate.
For most soldiers who have received shooting training, hitting humanoid targets within 100 meters is no problem, but hitting humanoid targets within 200 meters requires long-term and arduous training.
But night shooting is different from daytime shooting, it requires talent.
Without talent, it would be difficult to hit a target two hundred meters away at night no matter how hard you train.
Because the light at night is poor, the straight line from the rear sight to the front sight and then to the target is meaningless. It depends more on a feeling, the so-called gun feel.
And the Eighth Route Army soldier last night had an excellent sense of gun.
This should be one of the Eighth Route Army soldiers.
But it was mainly this little ditch that provided him with shelter.
Looking around, Kuroshima Morita discovered that there were quite a few ditches like this.
In addition to the ditches, there are also many pits that can be used as hiding places.
At that moment, Kuroshima Morita said in a deep voice: "Order, fill in all the ditches and pits within a thousand meters outside the stronghold, and then clear away all vegetation, leaving no grass behind."
"Send another telegram to the brigade headquarters,"
"Send over a few boxes of flares."
"This is a great gift from the Imperial Army to the Eighth Route Army."
The Ranger Captain asked in confusion, "Does the Lieutenant Commander think the Tubalu will come again?"
"He will come." Kuroshima Morita nodded, "If not tonight, then tomorrow night. He will definitely come again. He is a stubborn guy, and also an extremely arrogant guy."
…
Yang Village.
Zhao Gang walked past the east wing door and heard bursts of snoring coming from inside.
Just then, security officer Zhu Ziming came out of the upper room, and Zhao Gang asked him, "Is Xiao Wang back?"
Zhu Ziming hummed and said, "I just came back not long ago. I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast and then lay down."
"Keep your voice down." Zhao Gang said, "Xiao Wang just fell asleep, don't wake him up."
Zhu Ziming smiled and said, "Political Commissar, you are worrying too much. The members of the Wolf Warriors sleep more soundly than pigs. Even if you throw a grenade in the yard now, it may not wake them up."
As they were talking, Li Yunlong also came out from the upper room.
"Old Zhao, you're back?" Li Yunlong asked, "What did the brigade commander say?"
It turned out that Zhao Gang went to the brigade headquarters early in the morning to report on his work, mainly about the situation of burying prisoners of war alive.
Zhao Gang sent Zhu Ziming away and said, "The brigade commander said that the punishment in our regiment was appropriate. This matter is over, and the higher authorities will not impose any additional punishment ."
"See, I told you that the brigade commander had no intention of pursuing the matter."
Li Yunlong laughed and said, "Based on my understanding of the brigade commander, he can skin us alive."
Before he could finish his words, Li Yunlong suddenly cried out, "Ah, why is my right eyelid twitching again? Damn it, what's wrong with me these days?"
"I guess you didn't sleep well last night."
Zhao Gang said again: "Old Li, it's time for you to practice calligraphy again."
"The new recruits who just joined the army have written their articles in a very good manner. As the head of the regiment, you can't be worse than the new recruits, right? If this gets out, where will you put your face?"
Li Yunlong's face fell.
"Practice, practice, practice. Can't I practice?"
After saying that, Li Yunlong went back to the house cursing.
A slight smile appeared on Zhao Gang's lips.
He finally found a way to deal with Li Yunlong.
…
Wang Ye's daily routine is now completely reversed.
I slept until about six in the afternoon, and was awakened by hunger.
When they arrived at the kitchen, everyone else had finished eating as usual, so Lao Wang prepared a separate meal for him.
Today's meal was different. Old Wang prepared a basket of vegetable steamed buns for Wang Ye. They were made by wrapping chopped horse meat and cabbage in white flour buns. Each bun weighed one pound.
Wang Ye was full after eating three vegetable steamed buns.
Old Wang took a towel and wrapped three steamed buns for Wang Ye.
Wang Ye did not refuse. It was just right to save this thing for midnight.
Remembering that his position was exposed last night due to the gunshots and muzzle flash, Wang Ye wanted to make a simple silencer that could be used to reduce the noise and eliminate the muzzle flash.
This way it would be difficult for the Japanese to determine his location.
Wang Ye asked, "Old Wang, do you have any empty cans?"
"Yes, what do you want the empty cans for?"
As Lao Wang spoke, he dug out a dozen cans from the corner of the kitchen.
There were flat and round cans. There were two types of round cans, one tall and one short. The short one had a slightly larger diameter, which was just right for making a simple silencer.
Wang Yexian used a bayonet to carve out a circle at the bottom of the two short round cans. The diameter of the circle was slightly larger than the outer diameter of the tall round can.
Then nest the two short round cans into a tall round can, fill the middle layer of the round cans with cotton wool to act as sound insulation, and then drill a small hole with a diameter of about two centimeters on the lid of the tall round can.
The bullet can pass through, and the sound waves and muzzle flash are locked.
Then place a thick wooden board at the bottom of the "silencer".
The thick wooden board and the silencer are nailed together and must not come loose.
Then drill a small hole in the thick wooden board and the bottom of the silencer. The diameter of the small hole should be slightly smaller than the outer diameter of the Type 38 rifle barrel. Then you can embed the silencer onto the barrel through this small hole.
When not needed, the silencer can be removed.
Looking at Wang Ye busying around, Old Wang was completely confused.
"Xiao Wang, what are you doing with this round thing?"
"A small gift for the Japanese." Wang Ye was very satisfied with this thing.
This thing is a bit crude and bulky, but it is definitely usable.
It is definitely not as good as a professional silencer, but the effect is not bad either.
After installing this thing, the noise can still be heard within thirty meters, and only dogs may be able to detect it beyond thirty meters. As for the muzzle flash, it goes without saying that it has been basically eliminated.
Carrying this freshly-made silencer, Wang Ye went straight to the cavalry company’s base.
Sun Desheng changed another horse for Wang Ye. With Wang Ye's high attendance rate, it would not work without a new horse. War horses are much more delicate than mules and horses.
…
Another day has passed.
Most of the fortifications at the Huting stronghold have been repaired.
The Japs had even begun secretly slaughtering the laborers who were involved in repairing the Huting stronghold.
Many of these
The old devil Tada Shun implemented the Three Alls Policy.
The purpose was to eliminate all of China's population and make room for the Japanese and other races to reproduce and thrive. Therefore, from the day the Japanese invaders entered China, various massacres have never stopped.
Back to the topic, Wang Ye rode alone on horseback in the dark and arrived at the outskirts of the Huting stronghold.
He first hid his warhorse, then carried the Type 38 rifle equipped with a "silencer" and headed straight for the Huting stronghold. However, he was dumbfounded when he arrived near the stronghold.
The ditches and craters outside the stronghold were actually filled up!
Wang Ye walked around the Huting stronghold and found that there was no ditch, pit, depression, or even a cluster of vegetation within a radius of one thousand meters.
This old devil Kuroshima Morita is pretty good, he reacts very quickly.
I just suffered a small loss last night, and I reacted immediately today.
But if you think you can stop him with just this, you will be underestimating him as a special forces soldier.
Wang Ye then returned to the hiding place of the warhorse and took out a blanket from his backpack.
This is a captured Japanese blanket. It is green in color, which doesn't quite suit the season, and is even more out of place with the bare dirt outside the Huting stronghold.
But this little thing is not a problem for Wang Ye.
He wrapped himself in a blanket and rolled a few times on the dry mud ground, then crawled for a distance. When he stood up again, the blanket had lost all its original color and had turned into the color of mud.
At this time, Wang Ye only needed to cover himself with the blanket and lie down, and he would be able to blend perfectly with the exposed mud outside the Huting stronghold. It would be difficult to detect him unless he walked very close.
After doing all this, Wang Ye wrapped himself in a blanket and quietly returned to the Huting stronghold.
