Chapter 1060: Rootless duckweed

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"Sir General! The head of the Akino Brigade has just been on the position, and the jade is broken with 50 wounded soldiers!" The chief of staff lowered his head, facing the Japanese position standing at the entrance of the cave and watching the fire, the smoke was everywhere. Major General Ishida reported: "The Nakamura brigade stationed at the port is coming. If they can prevent the US military from occupying the field hospital, we can still stabilize the line of defense. ￠ ￡"
"The field airfield over the island should be blown up as soon as possible ..." Rear Admiral Ishida lowered his telescope and commanded his men in a very gentle tone: "In addition, all materials, if not available, will be immediately Destroy the cave where the food is buried, and the soldiers who know the location will be all broken, you personally supervise! "
"Lord General! As long as we can stick to the night, we can take advantage of the US military's poor night combat and counterattack to retake the position!" Chief of Staff persuaded anxiously: "We still have more than 2,000 reserve teams, and we can persist! Please never give up. "
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"Three, two, one." The Japanese engineers in the port are counting down for the blasting. Taro Takemoto held his rifle and looked at the smallest pier in the distance in a bunker of sandbags. He was lifted into the sky a dozen meters high by explosives, and then shattered into pieces and dropped to nearby ones. On the sea, a huge column of water was stirred.
"The blasting of Pier 1 is finished! The Pier 2 starts blasting!" The commander of the engineering unit in the distance shouted loudly, and his men carried boxes and boxes of tools and ran to the ones where the explosives had been buried. The second terminal of the hole began to fuse the explosives in the second terminal that had been prepared.
"We used our own resistance, and the stones piled there were about to be blown up." Taro Takemoto said to himself, the comrade who carried the stones with him was already dead on the position, his lower body, and Comrades asked him to find the lost feet temporarily, and he had never been able to forget it.
It was a very unpleasant thing to watch the pier that I built by myself was blown up easily. Taro Takemoto held his rifle and watched the engineers who were busy on the pier, and from time to time to avoid the flying American aircraft. The nearby anti-aircraft guns were all pushed away by the Nakamura brigade. That was the only weapon they could use for anti-tank, so the terminal now has little anti-aircraft power and can only be raged by American aircraft.
We are fighting here, can our hometown really live better? Taro Takemoto looked at the distant and friendly engineers and soldiers who were arranging wires under the interference of American fighters, thinking sullenly.
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At the same time, in the rolling mountains of the distant Caucasus, beside a road. A Soviet guerrilla was lurking behind a weed, his eyes staring at the end of the road in the distance.
A German car drove slowly from there. Four guards with live ammunition were standing on the car. Two German soldiers were sitting in the cockpit of the truck. German cars often pass by on this road, but many cars passing by on this road are full of heavily armed German soldiers.
From the radio they heard Stalin's call to all Soviet enemy guerrillas. The great leaders demanded that they might destroy the enemy's transportation lines to support operations on the frontal battlefield. They gathered all the helpers they could find, lurking here hoping to cut off this supply line that was very important to the Germans.
This road was an important supply line for the Germans in the Caucasus before the Germans got through the oil transportation railway line between Baku and St. Rudolph during the war. Obviously, it was a very good thing for the Soviet Union. .
So the guerrilla slowly aimed his muzzle at a distant German car, and finally pulled the trigger of his gun in a very suitable position.
With a gunshot, the German soldier sitting on the main driver covered his chest with the gunshot, he screamed, and then fell on the steering wheel. The car's horn was squeezed loudly by the dead German army, and the German army on the car immediately panicked.
Eventually the car overturned directly on the road, and the food and some ammunition were scattered in the ditch on the side of the road. The German soldiers in the car fell into the ditch with the truck overturned, and were soon surrounded by Soviet guerrillas who rushed over.
"Boo!" A German army shot at a guerrilla wearing an ordinary poor man's clothing, relying on a truck that was tipping over the roadside. The guerrilla who was running across the road immediately fell to the ground with his chest covered. The German soldiers hurriedly pulled the bolt and loaded the new bullet. However, he was immediately shot down by the Soviet guerrillas around him and died on his back when he shot.
The German soldier in the co-pilot had just climbed out of the car, and just stuck his head out of the window, he was hit by a bullet in the head, and hung directly on his overturned roof, his hands fell down weakly. . Another German behind the car was crushed to death by the overturned car, and only two legs and a pool of blood could be seen 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 looked at a large group of guerrillas with weapons pointing at them with frightened eyes.
"Boo!" A guerrilla slammed the weapon in his hand without hesitation, a bullet hit the chest of a German army who raised his hand surrendered, the other person's body shook, and then followed the bullet Lay down on his back.
Another German looked at his companion who had been shot, but before he recovered, he was shattered in the head with a shot and fell into the ditch. The six German troops escorting the truck all died in this unnamed place. The Soviet guerrillas began to find out the contents of the truck and take away as much useful things as possible.
A sentinel guerrilla in the distance began frequently gesturing, so these people no longer missed the truck that had been almost ransacked, carrying some flour bags and vegetable baskets, and ran into the forest on the roadside. An ambush was very successful for them. At least what they did for their motherland was worth cheering for them.
A German armored patrol car drove over, and apparently the German soldiers inside it found the truck that was tipping over the road. So the armored vehicle stopped and aimed the 20mm cannon at the point where it might be threatened.
"Call the headquarters! We found a truck of our own on the road. There were soldiers killed and we need support." There are only three German soldiers in the armored vehicle. Obviously they did not intend to venture out of the car to check this one that has been cleaned. battlefield. Handling this kind of thing requires caution, because no one can confirm whether those guerrillas will return.
"This is the Route 6 Defense Command. Our people will be here soon. Please stay on alert!" The voice of the officer in the remote command came from the headset of the German captain in the armored reconnaissance vehicle.
Soon two wheeled armored vehicles covered a truck full of soldiers and rushed to the scene of the accident. The Germans began to arm around, and then carefully identified the traces that were too late to be erased. These things are not very helpful for combating guerrillas, but they can help the Germans confirm the approximate size of guerrillas nearby.
"There are about 40 people. It's a large team." A German sergeant looked at the chaotic footprints, and then turned around again before reporting to the team leader Sergeant: "It should be the last time he attacked the truck. The gang. Their size is bigger, it seems that 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 trails of dragging. "These people took away the bodies of their companions, but because of our patrol car. It ’s too fast to deal with the marks left.

"Strengthen the patrol search in this neighborhood ..." The sergeant led the order reluctantly: "Notify the battalion, we need support."
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The guerrillas carrying flour and vegetables carried them back to their village. This is their stronghold and home to many of them. If there is no such village, then there is no way for them to persevere in this mountainous area. Most of the things they grab are for the villagers who support them in the village.
However, when they walked to the entrance of the village, they found that it was not the same as when they left. In the old days, there was no one in the lively village entrance. When there should have been a fire to cook, there was no smoke from the chimney of a family. . The guerrillas approached the village carefully, but found that everyone here disappeared inexplicably.
They found more than a dozen old corpses of old villagers in the village. These old people are the oldest in the village, and one was left alive deliberately. He is digging a grave for his dead neighbor.
"It's German! It's the Germans who took them all away." The old man dug on the ground with a blank expression, using a wooden stick. When he spoke, his movements didn't stop: "They said there were guerrilla activities nearby. Everyone went with them. We did n’t want to go when we started, so they killed the older people. "
"This group of bastards! This is to break the roots of us!" A guerrilla was almost angry and threw the vegetable basket in his hand to the ground. The rest were even more frustrated-now that they have become homeless duckweeds, it seems easier for the Germans to find them.
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