West of Shawo Village.
The bandit soldier who came to report the news was panting with his dog-skin hat crooked: "Young Commander... we have not reached an agreement. The Eighth Route Army does not agree to let people go tonight, and even if they kill them, they will not return any of their guns!"
Wang Sanzhu, who was next to the fire, was overjoyed: "Qi...Uncle Qi and the others have really broken down?"
"Really, Uncle Qi said, you make your own decision!"
Wang Sanzhu couldn't restrain his inner excitement. The man named Qi finally knew that I, the commander, was in charge here. At this time, he was still waiting for reinforcements... He waved his hand: "Give me the order to attack immediately! Take the village in one fell swoop. Eighth Route!"
"Do you want to go tell Uncle Qi?"
"Damn it, am I or he the commander? When our gun fires, can't they hear it?"
"Hehe, is there any need to say that? Of course it is the commander who has the final say..." The subordinate shrank his neck and learned from Uncle Qi how to save his life on the battlefield. But of course Commander Wang had a way to feed and clothe him: "Brothers , prepare immediately to attack eastward!"
The bandits who were sitting by the fire on the ground heard the shouts of the messengers, and slowly stood up and laughed, stretching out from south to north into a magnificent fan shape of varying thicknesses, you look at me, I look at you, just wait. The young commander gave the order.
Most of the bandits Wang Sanzhu brought this time were his father's direct descendants. The Huidao Sect armed forces that had been assembled just a few days ago were probably of no use.
Wang Sanzhu saw that the brothers had finally formed a line, and immediately walked to the front of the line and began to speak: "Brothers, the gangsters in the village killed our brothers and took our guns to make trouble for us. Those brothers who died among us The blood debt must be repaid with the blood of the Eighth Route Army! Later, the brothers will go straight into the village and kill everyone on sight, killing them all."
This guy has completely forgotten that he took refuge with the Japanese as a traitor and massacred the Eighth Route Army...
Perhaps because of their good relationship with Wang Sanzhu, someone in the team raised a question: "Report to the commander, there are still our brothers in the village..."
"What I mean is that I will kill every one I see in the village!" Wang Sanzhu was so angry that his lips trembled. He really didn't explain this clearly.
"Didn't you say before that you wanted to capture the Eighth Route Army to light up the sky lanterns alive?" The bandit soldiers naturally had no discipline and would ask questions wherever they thought. There were naturally many people who were not discerning.
"I'm your mother, hurry into the village and rescue our brothers. This time we will kill all the eight people. If we can catch anyone alive, we can light the sky lanterns!"
"How much does it cost to kill an Eighth Route Army soldier this time?" A certain subordinate asked, pinching his nose.
Are you talking about money now? Wang Sanzhu's lungs were almost exploding with anger, but he couldn't hear clearly who was asking in the darkness, but it would be impossible if he didn't say it: "The old rule is, if you kill a Eighth Route Army Commander, you will be rewarded with ten yuan! Keep your word!"
"Yes!" Someone who had watched too many dramas responded immediately, causing the whole room to burst into laughter.
The chaotic team, carrying torches and led by their leaders, finally formed a line of skirmishers and slowly pressed towards the village.
From time to time, someone was knocked down by a small ridge in the wasteland, and immediately there was a roar of curses and laughter.
Although the bandits' attack was unstructured, the frontal attack and flanking tactics learned from the Japanese instructors were executed properly: machine guns were placed on both sides and infantry moved in the middle...
All the bandit soldiers kept looking at the torches sideways and left, hoping that their team would be further back than the brothers next to them, so as not to attract bullets fired from all directions. Because the bandit soldiers thought so in their hearts, the advancing formation actually looked like It's stylish.
No one could see anyone during the dark night attack. Most of the torchlighters were afraid of being shot, so they stayed behind. There were no dangers along the way.
No matter how far the distance was, it was less than a mile in total. No matter how slow it was, we finally entered the village, which was about 200 meters away. Everyone, without exception, hunched over and moved towards the east.
The Eighth Route Army in the village seemed to have no intention of shooting, but the loud shouting of the villagers could be heard clearly.
The bandits and soldiers who were joking all the way no longer had the intention to tell dirty jokes. They all became nervous and looked at the dark village with wide eyes.
Li Huanzhang was lying in the ditch in the west of the village, looking at the bandits that were approaching, and he was very happy. This bandit really didn't know how he died, and he even let the torchlighter behind him, exposing all the attackers in the front to the light.
Seeing the bandits getting closer and closer, he finally shouted: "Everyone, listen to my order, shoot the bandits in front first, and let the target's casualties show to the bandits behind! Note, only one round, and you must hit the magazine in time after emptying the magazine Squeeze the bullets, wait for the next order, and be careful to save bullets!"
After saying that, he aimed his rifle at the figure behind the team who was waving a torch.
I estimated the distance and found it was almost three hundred meters away!
Bang, a bullet casing jumped out and spun away.
With a clatter, the bolt was pulled and the bullet was loaded.
Bang, another bounce jumped out happily.
Then there was gunfire.
According to the knowledge of the bandits, even if there are torch people, it is probably impossible to even see the figure clearly within two to three hundred meters in the dark night!
The sudden sound of gunfire made the squatting bandit soldiers feel nervous. Their first thought was to lie down on the ground to hide from the bullets!
The commander said there would be a reward for killing eight people, but who is really willing to exchange his life for money?
If your life is gone, no amount of money will be of any use!
The intensive gunfire immediately caused about two hundred guns to crash and fall in the wilderness at the same time. Some of the unlucky ones who were shot but did not die were howling at the top of their lungs...
Finally, someone discovered that the one who was shot was actually the little leader with a torch behind him!
The screams from his broken gong voice were so hoarse that they could be heard clearly even a hundred meters away in front of him. The hairs of all the bandits lying on the ground stood on end and their scalps were numb. That was only two or three hundred meters away. !
When did the Eighth Route Army have a sharpshooter? Hitting the target two to three hundred meters away is no ordinary feat!
At this moment, the bandits immediately went crazy. Of course, there were many bandits who were good at marksmanship. They immediately lay down on the ground and raised their guns to fight back at the location where the light flashed in the village.
There was a man with a gun, and more bandits immediately became bolder, and they all followed in unison, lying on the ground and fighting back at the village!
This scene directly made Wang Sanzhu behind him angry and toothache. At this distance, there were obviously not many people in the village. The Eighth Route Army could charge into the village with just one charge. At this time, he was lying on the ground, fighting with them and listening to the gunshots?
Wang Sanzhu hesitated for a moment, then hunched over and ran forward for a short distance. He came directly to the machine gunner on the side. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the machine gun. He lay on the ground and opened fire at the village in the darkness. .
Da da da...
Da da da...
The sound of three-point firing from the Czech light machine gun began to sound among the chaotic sounds of rifles.
A rain of bullets immediately roared towards the village. Perhaps it was because he was not a professional machine gunner. Although he should be able to defeat the machine gun by the sound of the machine gun burst, how could the bandits not know the level of the machine gun served by the young commander?
Not to mention that there is no accuracy at night in the dark!
In the perception of bandit soldiers, being able to hear the sound of a machine gun is a great achievement. Originally, machine guns were just for scaring people. Of course, when it comes to suppression, two machine guns are useless...
Wang Sanzhu emptied a magazine of bullets, and immediately ignored the halberd's team to cheer him up and give him a reward: "Brothers, I will rush to the village. Our machine guns have already suppressed the Eighth Route Army. Kill one Eighth Route Army and you will be rewarded." Twenty bucks!”
If a rifle can be snatched back, it can be worth a hundred yuan on the black market. What does a reward of ten or twenty yuan mean?
Besides, he insisted on fighting this group mainly because he couldn't bear the pain of being ambushed by the Eighth Route Army. As for other things, it was not within his current consideration at this time.
Hearing that the reward had been doubled, the wretched figures in the darkness immediately screamed strangely.
The stopped team immediately used the few potholes and ridges in the wilderness as cover and began to crawl forward. Occasionally, they raised their heads and fired, and then immediately changed positions, slipping like a large loach.
A Czech machine gun on the other side also fired, and began to suppress the village!
A few hundred meters apart in the dark night, the rifles in the village always kept ringing at a certain frequency.
Many of the attacking bandits just crawled toward the entrance of the village. Some of them attacked while crawling, and some simply stopped to shoot and changed positions laterally.
The lowered formation gradually loosened up into a piece. Fortunately, in the dark night, both sides had no head, and the casualties of the attacking bandits were not heavy.
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