The mule tiptoed into the yard surrounded by a low wall. His eyes were blinded by the black light. From his feeling, Boss Hu was not in the pit.
He took a few steps forward, put his head through the door, and took a look at the side door. It was pitch dark, and the girl was not there. Several people on the ground were breathing evenly. They were overjoyed and entered the house.
He struck a match and lifted the machine gun leaning against the wall. He transferred the match to the fingers holding the machine gun and clamped it firmly. He then took out two magazines from the bag next to him and quickly put them into his pocket. He hesitated for a moment. , put four more grenades into the ammunition pouch on his body, threw away the match that almost burned his fingers, switched the machine gun to his left hand, put his right hand to his mouth and blew hard twice, muttering in his mouth.
He turned around and walked out, out the door, and was about to run when suddenly a voice came from the wall outside the door: "Stop."
The sound was so loud that it made the mule tremble: "Grandma, you're so silent, you're scaring me to death."
The little girl with a ponytail stood nonchalantly at the door: "Luo Fugui, tell me, it's so late at night, are you doing this with a machine gun?"
Xiong looked up at the sky. It was almost dawn. He had no time to talk nonsense with her: "What the hell do you care about?"
"You careless one, why didn't you dig trenches with the Second Company? Do you want to piss people off?"
"Dig trenches? Your shameless task is to say that we are stuck in mud and can't reach the wall. Don't worry about me."
"Where's the big dog, huh?"
The mule's eyes rolled a few times, hoping for something bad to happen: "I don't know, I'll go our separate ways with him when we go out."
The girl walked around the mule, which made the mule's skin crawl and panic: "It's okay, I'm leaving."
Sneered: "Then you haven't answered me yet, why are you carrying the machine gun?"
This tone was a little too arrogant, but Mule couldn't do anything about it: "I'm also the platoon leader anyway. Aren't the security forces going to attack at dawn? Why don't we go out and find a position as soon as possible?"
"Hey, does the sun come out from the west?" He looked up at the sky, his ponytail swaying behind him, and turned around: "There's no sun? You're shameless, be honest." His voice became louder.
There was a moment of silence.
"I'm going to go to the latrine, yes, I'm going to the latrine, what?" Xiong was proud as he finally thought of a plan to escape.
"Going to the latrine with a machine gun? You're lying!"
"I just like to carry the machine gun to the latrine, what's wrong!"
"Is the chicken cooked?"
"The half-immortal said it will be cooked in a while at most, I have to hurry..." Luo Fugui stretched out his big hand, covered his mouth, and was speechless.
"Haha, see what you can do." The wild laughter penetrated the sky and startled the night birds.
"Auntie, I'll give you half of one." She said softly.
"Deal." He said cheerfully.
The bear wanted to turn around.
"Wait a minute, what did you say? Half-immortal?" Xiao Hongying clicked her big eyes.
"Yes, Qiu Banxian is the unlucky guy."
"Didn't that unscrupulous guy slip away last time in Xinglong Town?"
Luo Fugui was really anxious this time and looked up at the sky: "Grandma, aunt, I really don't have time. I won't talk to you. Hurry up, I have to go."
After saying that, he wiped the soles of his feet and disappeared into the darkness outside the courtyard wall.
...
In the dark night, more than two to three hundred meters north of the tomb, gunfire suddenly rang out.
The security forces who were scouting in the fields to the south rushed away and ran back in unison. The half-immortal also ran back very fast, with bullets flying above his head. He was cursing in his heart, you stupid Tang Dagou, you can still shoot high with your empty gun. OK? Can't you fight from both sides? You have to hit me on the top of my head. These two are so immoral and have no butthole to give birth to a son.
He jumped around and shot back. He didn't care where the bullet hit. He entered the cemetery, jumped left and right, and luckily returned to the fire. He squinted and looked at it. Fortunately, those three The chicken was still there, smelling the fragrant smell. He swallowed his saliva and reported: "The Eighth Route Sentinel was spotted in front, and we fired."
The platoon leader stood behind a few soldiers, a little nervous. With so many reconnaissances, it would be unlucky for him to be chased and beaten by the Eighth Route Army. "That soldier, how many people came from the Eighth Route Army in front of him?"
"I don't know. I feel like there are more than ten or twenty people in one class."
Suddenly there was a "clatter, clatter, clatter" sound of pulling the gun bolt.
The security forces who had heard the gunfire had been a little nervous before, but now they were even more panicked. They immediately squatted down and pointed their guns at the graveyard.
Unable to bear it, a soldier didn't even see the shadow of the ghost, so he hugged the fire. The one who hugged the fire was naturally a half-immortal. Then there was the sound of gunfire, and the fight was very lively.
The machine gunner who was slightly behind hesitated for a moment. He didn't care whether there was muzzle flash in the grave in front. Since everyone was shooting, he couldn't just watch, so he naturally wanted to maintain the momentum.
I pulled the gun with great enthusiasm and pressed the trigger. The machine gun bullets immediately rushed out of the muzzle, clicking, clicking... it kept ringing. This was a good shot, organized, and the trajectory swept from left to right, and then pulled back. Once, he just emptied one magazine, which caused a round of applause from the security forces.
The two guys lying in the grave opposite were a little dumbfounded now. The firepower was too strong, weren't they just two chickens?
Tang Dagou kept doing nothing. He placed the four grenades that he had brought with him one by one in front of him, unscrewed the back cover, lifted one and pulled the string, rounded his arms and threw one out, all at once.
Then comes the second one...
A swirling black dot fell from the sky, still smoking, and landed on a line with the fire, still smoking.
Several puppet soldiers nearby had just finished shooting a wave of bullets and were taking bullets out of their bags, preparing to load another bridge bullet into their guns. They were dumbfounded. They didn't know which one they were, so they shouted, "Run quickly."
Now they couldn't stand still anymore. A group of people stood up and ran back when they were far away from the smoking grenade. They were very fast. Those who were close quickly fell down on the ground, holding their heads with both hands, and they didn't know where to throw their guns. We're gone, and we don't care that the ground is still full of mud.
The grenade exploded, creating a puff of smoke, followed by a second blast... The four grenades were thrown well, all about the same distance, but none of them got into the fire.
The shock wave of the grenade explosion shook the fire in the fire. It felt like someone was fanning the fire. The flames rose so high that all three chickens were engulfed in the fire. After a gust of wind, the flames dimmed again.
The grave bag is almost forty meters away from here. It can be thrown so far and so evenly. Who else can throw it besides Tang Dagou?
The rifles and machine guns of the security forces all misfired.
Tang Dagou muttered: "It's your turn. See, the half-immortal is on the left, you can hit the right."
"Just watch, hey, look at me, this machine gun will sweep away a large area, don't worry." He said with high spirits.
The tall figure lifted the machine gun and placed it directly on a grave in front of him. The tripod of the machine gun swayed left and right. It felt unstable. He stood up half of his body, put the butt of the gun into his shoulder, and took aim. He rolled his eyes, pulled the gun, slid his hand down and put his index finger into the trigger mouth, and immediately fired.
Click, click, click... The muzzle of the machine gun spurted out a stream of flames in an instant, and opened fire on the Naba security forces on the right. Those who ran far away were all veterans. When they heard the sound of the machine gun, they immediately fell down on the spot. For a moment, I buried my head on the ground, wishing I could turn into a loach and burrow into the mud.
A magazine was quickly emptied. When the machine gun sounded, Tang Dagou next to him picked up a grenade he had taken off the mule, pulled the string and threw it out. The security forces were about to take advantage of the machine gun in the north to change the magazine. He fired back, but the grenade exploded again, but this time the explosion point was a little far away from the fire, but he had no choice but to lie down again.
After the explosion, the terrifying sound of machine guns sounded again, but this time it turned into bursts of fire, two o'clock, three o'clock, one o'clock... There was no pattern at all. Now, the security forces were even more unruly. Remember There are countless bullets from the machine gun.
The half-immortal took advantage of this time, and didn't care if his hands were hot. He wrapped the three chickens in the satchel that the bear had prepared long ago, and ran eastward while the big dog kept watching. Seeing that something big had happened, he immediately Throw another grenade.
The target this time was the fire. Thinking that the half-immortal had completed the task, the grenade fell into the fire with unusual accuracy and exploded. The fire was blown apart and turned into strips. The small flame was not completely extinguished.
Seeing that the fire had become much smaller and the light dimming, the half-immortal quickly turned and ran north for about thirty meters. He directly picked up the strap of the Japanese cavalry's satchel, swung the bag around his head, and threw it to the northwest. , he spread his legs and ran back immediately.
The gunfire before dawn alerted Captain Maeda who was in the north. The sentry outside the tent came to report: "The battle is taking place in the south. The machine guns, grenades, and rifles of the Eighth Route Army went into battle at the same time. Listening to the sound, there were almost thirty rifles and two rifles." Machine guns, preliminary judgment is that the Eighth Route Army may want to break out before dawn!"
In fact, the rifles were fired by the security forces, but the grenades were thrown by the Eighth Route Army. The machine guns fired one or two shots each, and the Eighth Route Army only accounted for most of them.
Maeda was thoughtful: The Eighth Route Army likes to attack in the east and in the west, but the current exchange of fire is a bit fierce. If the Eighth Route Army really wants to break out to the south, the security army will definitely not be able to stop it.
After hesitating for a moment, he immediately ordered: mobilize troops, concentrate firepower, reinforce south, and destroy the Eighth Route Army that broke through!
