ten meters,
five meters,
three meters,
At this time, Wen San could only judge the distance based on the footsteps of the three of them. If he looked out of the small window, he would be 100% exposed.
After all, the distance is too close, and the Japanese are not blind.
"work hard!"
After feeling that the Japanese had walked under the wall, Wen San shouted loudly and pressed against the wood with all his strength.
Lao Wan and others were also well prepared and pushed the wood in their hands hard at the same time.
The originally weak wall shook and quickly fell outward.
There was a loud boom, followed by flying dirt and dust and smoke.
"Hurry up and hit the target!" Lao Wan shouted urgently.
The earthen walls of the old house are as thick as a foot. Even though they have lost their moisture, they are still very heavy. After falling down, it was broken into large and small pieces of mud. The blood of the Japanese was pouring out from underneath. Part of the body was exposed and was still twitching.
The three Japs were all hit by the earthen wall, but they were not completely dead. If they just held the gun at this time, they would probably be counterattacked by the Japs before they died.
The five people stepped forward together and dealt a powerful blow to the exposed Japs' bodies. The two Japs who were still twitching soon became silent.
However, the remaining Japs didn't seem to be too seriously injured. Instead, they turned over and sat up, glaring at Wen San and others with their black fish eyes.
This Japs must have fainted just now, but he woke up from the pain after being hit several times by Erniu with the butt of his rifle. Its facial features were bleeding, and it looked like a devil that wanted to eat people.
Lao Wan was so excited that he picked up his knife and was about to slash at the Japanese. Before the knife fell, it was stopped by Wen San.
"Let me come!" Wen San said loudly.
Before the war started, he was indeed a little flustered, and the uncomfortable feeling had not dissipated yet. But overall, it's much better than before.
Wen San is preparing himself to see blood, to adapt to the bloody cruelty on the battlefield as soon as possible, and to speed up the integration with the memory of the original owner.
Lao Wan was stunned for a moment, and without thinking much, he handed the film knife to Wen San. Although the Jaap sat up, his brain was still shut down. Gua Xixi sat on the ground with a blank look in her eyes, mixed with a little fear.
Wen San also stared wide-eyed and slashed with his knife. The result was not ideal. The predicted head did not fly up, but was chopped on the Japs shoulder, causing blood to pour out.
Instead, this knife knocked the Japanese to consciousness, and he immediately stood up, with his mouth wide open, cursing and grabbing Wen San.
Wen San was startled, and instinctively showed some timidity. However, the body belonging to the original owner became a little excited, and he slashed with the knife again.
After several consecutive blows, the devil suffered many wounds and fell to the ground again. A pair of dead fish eyes turned white again, this time it was really impossible.
There were bloodstains all over Wen San's body, and he looked a little embarrassed, but his timidity was much lessened, and instead he felt a sense of joy in his heart.
Lao Wan looked at Wen San with some confusion, clearly seeing something unsettling in him. But when he thought about his previous strategy of quickly changing his tactics and taking advantage of the broken earth wall, he gave up this idea.
Being able to react quickly and accurately on the battlefield is definitely not something that a new recruit can do. Many new recruits are so proud of themselves before they go to the battlefield that when they actually go to the battlefield, they can't even hold a gun steady, let alone observe the surrounding terrain.
When some recruits first entered the battlefield, they were so frightened by the flying artillery fire that they peed their pants and could not even recover from several hard fights.
Only veterans who have fought on bloody battlefields can make the most accurate judgment in that tense situation. From this point of view, Lao Wan recognized Wen San.
This is a quality that a qualified commander must possess. When the new recruits came on stage, they were basically at a loss. The bullets in their hands were all used up in a few hits. In the end, they didn't even hurt the enemy's skin.
When Lao Wan came to his senses, Wen San was gesturing at the devil's neck with a knife. The devil screamed for mercy, obviously begging for mercy. Coupled with its disgusting face, it is no different from an evil spirit running out of hell.
"Fuck you uncle, I'll die!" Although Wen San understood what the Japs were saying, he had no intention of capturing him alive.
Killing this devil is the most correct thing to do.
Poof!
The Japs head was finally separated from his body this time. Wen San kicked the Japs shell away and looked at the blood stains on his leggings before returning the knife to Lao Wan with satisfaction.
"The feeling of killing is not that terrible. These devils are no different from beasts. Killing them is justice for heaven, and there is no need to have any psychological burden." Wen San encouraged himself in his heart. With the help of the memory of the original owner, he did not appear so panicked and worried. Unbearable.
He finally saw the blood and opened his mouth.
"Platoon leader, I feel like you're having a hard time today. You could cut it with one knife, but you have to use a few more." Pang Dun looked at Wen San, feeling that he was a little different from before.
The previous Wen San was actually very fierce. Whether he used a gun or a knife, he could kill Japanese soldiers without any ambiguity. Otherwise, he would not have been promoted to platoon leader by the battalion commander.
"I'm so angry that I'll cut him a few more times to get revenge for my brothers." Naturally, Wen San wouldn't say that he was a handmaiden. After all, it was his first time. If not for the support of the memory of the original owner, They may not even dare to do it themselves.
Overall, the results are pretty good. Wen San basically defeated his psychological fear and dared to face the bloody battlefield.
The main reason is because the Japanese are really hateful. Thinking about the endless killings they have caused in the land of China, the anger in my heart naturally rises. Kill all the Japanese, where are you going?
"Damn Fatty, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and clean up the battlefield." Wen San used a national curse to change the subject.
He was worried that other Japs would come over. While the army was retreating, the Japs' army was advancing rapidly. It was indeed unsafe here.
Several people rummaged around for a while and took off all the things on the devil's body. From guns to ammunition, from clothes to shoes, nothing is spared.
Wen San and others all wore straw sandals. It's October now, it's very hot during the day, but the temperature is very low at night. They were wearing rags and ragged clothes and a pair of broken straw sandals. They were huddled up in the cold at night.
Suffering the greatest hardships and fighting the most vicious battles, this is the current situation of Wen San and others.
"Evacuate first, find a safe place and then count the seizures." Wen San saw that everything was almost done, and immediately led the team to leave.
The few people ran for a while, about a few hundred meters away from where they had started, and then found an empty room to hide in.
"Take inventory of the seized materials."
Everyone started to take action. The most important things were guns and bullets. Other things were not so important.
After a few minutes, the inventory of weapons and ammunition was completed.
Three 38 guns, 95 rounds of bullets, two melon grenades, three kettles, and some clothes, pants and shoes (some of which were looted by the Japanese).
