The faces were red and blackened by the sun, and large beads of sweat slid down the cheeks, and the wetness penetrated the khaki chest and back.
Breathing rapidly, I took off the bottle and poured it into my mouth. If I didn't add some water, it would probably turn into dried salted fish.
The lieutenant's gaze was so deep that he seemed to be able to see through the village. Tubalu, who was desperate, actually hid in the village!
At this time, Ying was hiding in the corner of the village, panting, and must be shivering. The sunshine made everyone wet. The sun had already turned west. When he looked up, he saw the blue sky, with wisps of ribbon-like clouds under the sky. It was empty and the ground was desolate.
The sun in the west is no longer fierce, and it’s a good chance to catch a turtle!
Did the Eighth Route Army think that by hiding in the village in front, they could avoid the bayonets of the imperial army?
Along the way, I saw clearly that Tubal Road was escorting a group of people dressed in ordinary people's clothing. Among them, there was a girl. Needless to say, she must be an important person on the Eighth Road!
He chose to forget that it was Balu who took the initiative to provoke him.
How could he know that that girl was a devil with a ponytail! The first shot she suffered during the pursuit, in which one of her men was killed and two wounded, was her masterpiece.
After a brief analysis, the Eighth Route Army has been running north. There is a blockade in the east, and the artillery towers and strongholds of the Imperial Alliance Army in the west. There is nothing suspicious about it. Most of them want to hide in the village first and wait until dark before breaking out. I’ve seen this happen too many times!
Then, I won’t let you wait until dark!
The lieutenant breathed a sigh of relief. He was very tired. The Eighth Route Army was definitely not much better. The heavy firepower of the Eighth Route Army was only an 11-year-old crooked machine gun and a Czech type. It seemed that it had not fired for a long time!
It shows that the Eighth Route Army, which is short of guns and ammunition, is seriously short of bullets. If this is the case, then what are you waiting for?
He immediately screamed and ordered his three lieutenants to lead their men in three directions, leaving one squad to guard the exit of the village, while the other two squads went directly to attack the village.
He seems to have also learned the art of war and is planning to drive the Eighth Route Army out of the village to the north, and then rely on the excellent shooting skills of the warriors to hunt them down one by one!
Soon, the murderous Japs lined up into the village, grinning ferociously. Since there were not many bullets left on the Eighth Route Army, there was no need to use common grenade launchers to suppress and intimidate them.
After entering the village, they immediately dispersed into groups of two or three in a tacit understanding, and began to search house to house vigilantly, jumping, moving, climbing, rolling, punching and kicking.
He didn't care about the messy trenches dug in the village. In plain areas, it was not uncommon for villages to dig tunnels and trenches. It was just a little more troublesome to attack later.
But in front of the warriors' precise rifle shooting and extremely powerful grenades, everything is rubbish!
The houses of ordinary people in the plains are different from those in the mountains. Every household is accustomed to hanging curtains at the door to keep out dust.
The sound of dense footsteps resounded in the village. I have to say that the Japanese soldiers had really good discipline. They lined up quietly to hit the guns!
Fortunately, this village is not small, with dozens of households! The house made of earthen walls and rocks is unusually quiet.
A group of Japs kicked open the door of the small courtyard, and when they looked around, they saw a door with a curtain, and several wooden sticks blocking the dark window sill. There were three Japs in front and behind, a security door and a security window, alternately covering the main attack. The Japanese jumped into the hospital.
After the Japanese entered the house, they ran quickly, walked along the wall for a short distance, and came to the door of the house. They looked at the dusty gray curtain with vigilance. After hesitating for a moment, they used a bayonet to lift the curtain hanging at the door.
At this time, his movements were no longer the standard attacking and stabbing posture, and his chest was exposed with a large gap.
A cold light flashed through the room, and a bright bayonet suddenly appeared, followed by a standard thrust, passing through the gap in the broken wooden door, and the bayonet was inserted into the Japanese's chest cunningly.
After a brief hand-to-hand battle, the close-range combat began, and the sound of gunshots and shouts of death filled the entire village.
Then, by the window, gunfire rang out rapidly, and the Japanese who stayed in the yard were knocked down by a bullet.
Another grenade was thrown out from the crack of the broken window, and it went straight to the last Japs. There was a loud bang, and the explosion mixed with the blood mist and spread everywhere!
Similar scenes were staged in different courtyards. The searching Japanese fell down without exception. Some of them failed to avoid the bayonets, some failed to avoid the ambushed shell guns, and some who escaped by chance fought back with rifles. It feels like throwing a grenade.
Until the search for the last Japanese in a group of three was shrouded in gunpowder smoke, the shell gun bullets were still splashing, passing through the gunpowder smoke with obvious ballistics and surging in the air.
The squad leader responsible for the search was finished! Although there were still figures squirming or screaming, it didn't matter at all. Eighth Route Army with bayonets rushed out of the room.
The sergeant leading the team screamed in his heart: It's over. He could no longer stand up. Until the sharp bayonet penetrated his chest, he felt a trace of coldness, and then slowly entered the darkness, leaving his body still twitching.
After the smoke of gunpowder passed, the two young men quickly picked up their guns and picked up the bullets: "Deputy Battalion Commander Yang, I didn't expect you to be so skilled. You knocked down that little devil with one shot. The 38-meter Gai is really a good gun!"
"Hehe, you're not bad either. We in the border area dared to hold on for two seconds to make grenades. For these Japanese grenades, the three of us can have two of them each. It's just right!"
"You're already a battalion commander, and you still like to throw firecrackers! To be a commander, you have to have the consciousness of a commander. Holding a rifle and rushing forward to throw grenades. What do you mean? Your training this time was in vain!" Responsible for guarding That guy's head hurts when he looks at it.
"I said, you became an instructor, aren't you afraid of death?"
"Are you eating shit? You're talking so rudely. If you're not afraid of death, you might as well become a machine gunner!"
"You make it sound like you are more enlightened than me. That bayonet made two holes just now. Don't tell me that you haven't been practicing stabbing all day long!"
"Can you two move faster? You're just talking nonsense to me!" Sansan, who was watching at the entrance of the courtyard, turned his head and scolded the two busy people on the ground.
"Boy, will you come clean the battlefield next time?"
"What the hell are you yelling at? Throwing a grenade can't kill anyone. It's so bloody that I have to hit him with two blows! You're such a miserable battalion commander." The man standing guard at the door smiled and scolded: "You're already a battalion commander, why don't you kill me? Is your group really that poor when you have a crush on Japanese rags?"
"Hehe, it doesn't matter how rich your group is, half of it is not accounted for by swords and spears!"
The instructor standing at the entrance of the courtyard looked at the alley outside the village: "Escape quickly, the Japanese are coming!"
Finally, the two battalion commanders who took off the Japs' shoes retched twice, held their noses and crawled into the house. Because there was a hole behind the house, the three of them drilled out through the hole, and then went back into another room. A yard.
It turned out that there was a figure in the room, frowning and asking: "Why does it smell so bad? What did you three do? Didn't you wipe the hook after defecating?"
"You know what the heck, these are Jaap Army shoes!" The speaker was throwing aside his cloth shoes with his big toe exposed, and putting his feet into the sweaty Jaap Army shoes that had just been taken off.
"Can't you just wash it and wear it again?"
"What the hell, if you put your feet in, they won't stink. Wash them? Hehe, do you think there can be washing in this place now? You have to wear them morning and night anyway, so why wait?"
The battalion commander who was following the instructor stood next to the door of the house. He looked at the hesitant instructor and then at the man who had been preparing to ambush at the window. He immediately took off his cloth shoes, regardless of the slipperiness in the military shoes. Feeling tired, I stepped on it.
I had already seen the size of the target, and it seemed to be quite suitable, except for being a little tight!
The people in the previous room turned their faces: "You two are so shameless, are you going to smoke me to death? Can you go to the backyard and do something about it?"
"I'll give you ten bullets! Do you want it?" he asked while tying his shoelaces.
"Tell me, what are you doing? You are already a battalion commander, and you are still arguing over a few bullets. You can't carve out rotten wood!"
"Hey, why did you just take away the bullet box? You have no use for the 3-8-cap bullets of this devil. I mean I will give you ten 7-9 bullets!"
"Hey, can't I get two guns later?"
"You shameless bastard, this assessment also requires seizure, but we have to be realistic!"
"After beating the Japs in a while, all the seizures will be yours, right? Hehe, assessment? If the regiment leader hadn't asked me to come, why would the devil have come to participate in this rotten training! It would be great to stay in the countryside and fight the Japs. I haven't opened this gun in a few months. Come on, let’s have a good fight today!”
"I said, what you said is wrong. If we want to fight the Japanese, we must also understand why we fight the Japanese. When fighting the Chinese, we must also understand how to reduce our own casualties. If you are like some people who don't even know a few Chinese characters, I really don't know what you are doing. How did the political commissar teach them culture! They are like this, I wonder if their regiment leader is not blind, and they let him be the deputy battalion commander!"
"What are you talking about? You said I'm uneducated..."
"Don't be ridiculous, the Japs are coming!" The instructor posted at the door and watched as several Japs emerged from the corner of the house in front.
"There are four of us now, and there are about ten Japanese in the same class. They are not easy to fight!"
"What's the hurry? Throw out a few grenades. We have a group on the east side. Then we will rush out together. There should be no problem!" The person on guard in front of the window was the battalion commander, who was also the leader of this group. He leaned the long gun against the wall, pulled out the shell gun from the holster, and opened the machine head: "Everyone changes to short guns!"
