Nothing has happened to Zhu Han since the fight started.
Surrounded by Wei Yong and others, he was completely reduced to a decoration.
The only function is to pass grenades and so on.
In fact, Zhu Han was quite speechless.
If you really want to protect me, don't push towards me.
It looks like you could take a bullet for me.
In fact, there were a lot of people around here, and I was wearing a second lieutenant uniform.
Is this because you are afraid that I am not conspicuous enough?
But the results were good, as expected.
The devils were all wiped out before they could react at all.
Now there are less than 200 puppet troops left at the gate, unable to get in or out.
There was no way, throwing grenades inside was like throwing rocks, and bullets were raining down.
It's not much better outside.
This 200-meter radius is full of flat plains.
Everyone could only huddle behind the sandbags set up at the door.
These sandbag fortification stations are quite spacious for five or six people, but if two hundred people squeeze in, it would be a complete joke.
"Battal Commander, what should we do? The Eighth Route Army's firepower is too fierce, why don't we run away!"
A confidant asked Xu Youde anxiously.
"Run? Can you try running outside?"
"If we fight inside, we can still put up a good fight, but if we run outside, we can only let the eight forces attack us from the front and back in the open space."
"But the eight-way firepower is too strong!"
"Yeah, damn it! I'm afraid we have met the ace troops of the Eighth Route Army. What bad luck!"
At this juncture, Xu Youde calmed down.
"Batalion Commander, how about we surrender?"
"Surrender? You damn girl don't even know if you are worthy."
"For what we have done, if we are caught by the Eighth Route Army, we should light up the sky lanterns!"
"Come down with the order, rush in, I'll take care of the dead at home, and a thousand oceans of living ones!"
"Brothers, come on! I'll reward you with a thousand oceans!"
Under the stimulation of the ocean, the originally chaotic puppet army finally looked like an army.
Zhu Han didn't want to continue with this stalemate. The longer time went by, the more variables there would be.
"Wei Yong, shoot straight with the heartless cannon! Then charge with a crooked handle!"
"yes!"
The execution ability of the Eighth Route Army is by no means comparable to that of the puppet army.
The gasoline barrels were quickly put up.
Since there was really nothing heavy, we could only drag a few corpses and hold them against the back.
There was another muffled sound, and the explosive package and the gasoline barrel rolled and flew out in the opposite direction.
When the gasoline barrel stopped, it had been smashed into shape and could no longer be used.
But it's worth it.
The biggest drawback of the original heartless cannon was that it had no accuracy at all.
Zhu Han put a semicircular cover on the front and a circle of movable wooden strips on the back.
Although this reduces the range, the explosive packets will not fly around.
Instead, it was shot out like a badminton ball.
This distance of 100 meters is direct radiation (direct radiation also has a certain angle).
The explosive bag flew easily to the gate.
There was another loud bang.
Before the huge black smoke could form a mushroom cloud, the soldiers of the guard company had already rushed out.
Although the crooked handle is everywhere, it is an automatic weapon with an ammunition capacity of 30 rounds.
In something as dangerous as charging, reloading is a very luxurious act.
Three crooked poles opened the way, followed by dozens of people following behind.
For a moment, continuous gunfire rang out together, and it was impossible to distinguish the number.
The resistance the soldiers encountered was quite small.
The person on the opposite side neither fought back nor surrendered, but just stood there in a daze.
Even though there were only a few living people left, the soldiers of the guard company were still cautious.
I'm afraid there's some conspiracy on the other side.
"Director, what is going on?"
Wei Yong, who was cleaning the battlefield, couldn't help but ask Zhu Han.
Now in everyone's eyes, there is no knowledge in the world that Zhu Han does not understand.
"This is because the brain and skull have different densities. When subjected to a strong shock wave, the brain will bump into the skull and cause a concussion..."
"What?"
"I was just stunned by the bombing."
"Look, isn't this much easier to understand? You educated people just like to make simple problems complicated."
"..."
Such an effect was completely within Zhu Han's expectation. After all, during the Liberation War, the people on the Guojun side described it this way.
Even if the person was not killed, he was still stunned and couldn't recover for a few minutes.
"What are the casualties?"
"Report to the factory director that we have killed 62 Japanese soldiers and captured 3 people. We have killed 221 puppet soldiers and captured 6 people. Xu Youde is also among them."
"I want casualty figures!"
Zhu Han roared, he didn't care about the number of enemies annihilated.
He just wanted to take all the soldiers back well.
"Four people were killed, two were seriously injured, and eight were slightly injured."
Hearing this answer, Zhu Han's eyes dimmed.
In a war, no one will die.
What's more, it was a face-to-face fierce battle just now.
After two battles, more than 400 puppet troops and more than 130 Japanese soldiers were annihilated, but they only suffered 16 casualties.
Any record like this is a victory worth writing home about.
But Zhu Han was still in a low mood.
Maybe it’s because I lived in a peaceful and comfortable environment for the first 24 years.
It's not that people here aren't afraid of death.
It’s more of a numbness to death…
"Baga! Let me go! You cunning cowards, I'm going to have a samurai duel with you!"
The lieutenant was shot several times, but he survived. He was still struggling and yelling, and two soldiers were able to hold him down.
"Director! We found a girl in this beast's room." Wei Yong's eyes widened in anger for the first time, "She has been tortured beyond human form!"
"Hmph! I'm a soldier of the Japanese Empire. What's wrong with playing with a few Chinese girls?"
"You defeated generals are our slaves! I can play as I please!"
Facing the disgusting face of the Japanese Lieutenant, Zhu Han was actually not angry.
Just squat down and look directly into his eyes:
"In this regard, we are really inferior to your bullshit Empire of Japan."
"Our women are for protection, and your women are sent out to be slept with."
"Men fight hard on the front lines, while women work hard at the rear."
"No matter how many battles you win, you can't stop your woman from being ridden by thousands of people."
"Shut up!"
"There are your sisters, wives, daughters, and even your mother in there!"
"Shut up! Chinese!"
"As you said, your women will only serve the victors. They were Chinese before, and now they are your superiors. Tomorrow they will be Xiong people, and the day after tomorrow they will be American people. You call this racial improvement..."
"Ah! I want to kill you, I want to duel with you..."
Major was deeply brainwashed by militarism. He could endure physical torture and resist all preaching.
But facing Zhu Han, he could only be helpless and furious, because he knew that most of these words were true.
"Director, go and have a look, that girl is going to commit suicide!"
After hearing this, Zhu Han left the collapsed major and entered the military camp.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw soldiers scrambling to hold down a girl who was covered in wounds.
Most of the soldiers present wouldn't even dare to touch a girl, so they didn't know how to deal with this situation.
Zhu Han quickly asked them to let go. In such an environment, it would be even more troublesome to have a stress effect.
The girl who lost her weapons and restraints hurriedly huddled in the corner and shivered.
"Girl, don't be afraid. We are the Eighth Route Army, our own army. You have been rescued."
Zhu Han comforted the girl.
"Where are you from? Tell us so we can send you home."
"I..." After hearing the word "go home", the girl finally reacted, "I'm from Gaocun, and I went to the town to sell eggs, but... I ended up being killed by these beasts on the way... wu wu wu..."
"You see now we have the first thing in common. We all think these people are beasts, don't we?"
Zhu Han's slightly humorous words and gentle voice calmed the girl down a lot.
"Have you ever had a dog at home? Or have you ever seen a yellow and black dog that barks at people?"
The girl finally raised her head and looked at Zhu Han, nodding doubtfully, not knowing why.
"What do you think should be done to a dog that bites a person?"
