When they heard someone jumping into the ditch, the two soldiers, who had been nervous all the time, couldn't help their hearts beating wildly and blood rushing to their heads.
Finally, unable to stand the pressure any longer, the soldier behind shouted: "You little devil, I'll fight with you!"
This sudden voice caused the cautious sergeant to get on his back and fall headlong into the ditch.
The Japanese who were standing vigilantly reacted unhappily. They picked up their guns and pulled the bolts to fire. Two black guys whirled over and suddenly smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke.
"Enemy attack!"
While he wanted to shoot the two guys who were pretending to be dead, he also wanted to dodge the grenade thrown by Hei Huhu, but his movements changed. Half of the Japanese patrol team of ten men opened fire.
Bang bang, dense bullets resounded through the night sky.
Two black figures got up and tried to run along the ditch.
After a muffled groan, the soldier behind fell to the ground.
He screamed and sat up in the ditch holding his legs. The pain caused all the muscles in his body to contract.
Boom, two loud noises came, the grenade exploded, shrapnel flew in all directions, and the Japanese only had time to fire one shot. It looked good. One of them was hit, and the other one used all his strength to escape. In the dark night, only the afterimage could be seen clearly.
The unlucky soldier who was shot in the ditch had his face mixed with the dirt from the ditch. The muddy mud flowed down his neck and into his collar. The rifle was right in front of him and he forgot to pick it up. Perhaps, fear made his brain It has become blank, and the possibility of life ends here.
He simply continued to sit in the ditch, grinning with his deformed face, looking at the Japanese who fell into the ditch with extreme fear.
Subconsciously, I wanted to touch the gun again, my whole body was shaking, I felt like I had no strength left in my body, and a feeling of weakness came over me.
When the Japanese Army Sergeant discovered the eight-year-old who had run away, he jumped into the ditch in two slow steps, followed the house of the temporary medical center, ran around the corner, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Pursuit!"
The sergeant in the pit continued to chant excitedly in a hoarse voice, unwillingly: "Follow me immediately, don't let him escape now!"
ah? Is this a fight? If you knew this was a battle like this, you should have cleaned up the village a long time ago!
The bayonet pierced his chest, and the soldier forgot to cry. Perhaps because of the pain, his vocal cords could no longer make a sound, so he remained silent. He grasped the blade inserted into his chest tightly, as if he felt nothing.
Boom, another loud noise came.
An explosion rang out in the Japs' temporary health center, and streams of dust rushed out from the holes where light leaked from the floor, dimming the light that leaked out.
The bayonet was still on his chest. The sergeant was stunned by the explosion. The shock wave made him try to maintain his balance, but he forgot to rotate the bayonet. He just used hard force, preparing to stab the eight-way in front of him.
Are you going to die? Balu was still thinking, thinking about his mother, thinking about his neighbor's girl... He had to drag a Japanese to support him...
The body was driven by the bayonet. His right hand naturally let go of the bayonet and fell back. His right hand was close to the ammunition bag. A round guy made of wood shivered and touched the only grenade left in the ammunition bag. He had already unscrewed it. He took off the back cover, stretched his fingers in, and hooked the tab, his muscles trembling.
Are you going to die? This is a very complex issue.
It had only been a few days since I joined the Eighth Route Army, but I still didn’t want to die. What on earth was going to happen? What could I do with all the things in front of me? Maybe...dying on the battlefield is also a good choice!
The sergeant who came back to his senses remained silent, looking at the Eighth Route Army in front of him, his eyes finally focused.
However, when he looked at the Balu, under the light of the torch that fell into the ditch, he could clearly see that the guy in Balu's hand was smoking.
The mountain wind seemed to be getting stronger. After the explosion in the house where the health team was staying next to, the scene turned into a peaceful one.
The Japanese Army Cao was about to lie down and pulled hard the 38-meter rifle that had been inserted into the chest of the Eighth Route Army soldier. However, he found that the Eighth Route Army soldier was extremely terrifying, with a sinister smile on his originally frightened face.
Looking ferociously proud and domineering, at this moment, the Eighth Route Army on the ground became the master of this world.
The lethality of the wooden-handled grenade was limited. The sergeant was about a meter away in front of the Eighth Route Army. There was a flash of light and a loud bang. Almost at the same time, more than a dozen pieces of broken iron penetrated into the bodies of the two men.
The eyes of the eight people on the ground widened, and they swallowed their last breath unwillingly. The Japanese Army twitched their bodies, trying to stand up from the ditch, but all they breathed out from their lungs was blood foam.
A few patrolmen who had just gotten up jumped two Japanese soldiers and fell into the ditch. One Japanese soldier used his hands and feet to help the sergeant. In the darkness illuminated by torches, blood foam like crabs was coming out of the sergeant's mouth. It looked like he was going to die. .
The other Japanese got angry, raised his rifle, and used his bayonet to vent his anger on the eight corpses on the ground that were messed up by grenades.
The mountain wind seemed to have become lighter, and the movement in the village was louder. The Japanese soldiers passing by the village were shocked by the explosion, stopped in confusion, and all looked for places to hide.
In the dark night, the situation was unclear. The two Japanese soldiers hunkered down and ran to the place where the explosion occurred. After communicating with the patrol team standing outside the ditch, they finally figured out: one of the Eighth Route Army escaped.
The two Japs returned to the marching team. After reporting, the Japs team continued on the road.
No one joined the eight-pronged group pursuing the escape, and a long line of torches continued on again.
The successive explosions in the village caused a secret commotion in the Eighth Route Army position. He raised a shell gun and the little girl took the lead in coming out of the hiding position. Before she could move, Hao Yun pulled the back of the girl's neck hard.
"Unlucky man, let go now. Are you afraid that my aunt will die if you don't let me go?" His eyes widened with anger, but the gun was not pointed back.
"What I'm worried about is... was it Captain Hu who made the noise?"
"Humph..." Xiao Hongying suddenly smiled ferociously: "Who else could it be besides the fox!"
Seeing that the little girl was no longer impulsive, Hao Yun awkwardly scratched his head with his left hand and released his right hand. The grinning expression Xiao Hongying had just shown disappeared in an instant, and she frowned again.
At this moment, the life and death of the fox is a major matter, and her determination to save people cannot be shaken. Facing the long team of Japanese soldiers, going out is to risk death, but she only has one worry, can the fox come back smoothly?
The movement of the two caught the attention of the Japs. One of the Japs lay down, pulled out his rifle, pulled the bolt, and with a bang, the bullets flew into the darkness.
Until the gun is empty of bullets.
For a long time, there was no response. He cursed and stood up, hesitated, and finally stamped his feet and followed the team forward.
A crescent moon hangs under the black sky. In the mountain valleys where the mountain breeze blows, the mottled rocks stand. The riverbanks, rivers, villages, and the long fire dragon are still moving, one section after another.
A black figure broke through the woods beside the village and rushed into the woods. He left the village and stumbled towards the river.
A figure appeared at the entrance of the village, leaning against the wall with cross steps, holding up a rifle, and slowly moved the muzzle to point it at the escaping figure.
