The wounded enemies screamed in panic in the darkness, and the attacking bandits shouted and fought back from time to time. There was no cover in the wilderness, and they were shot randomly by the village soldiers from time to time.
Li Huanzhang changed his shooting position, and while observing, he pressed the bullets into the magazine one by one by feeling, and pushed the bolt to load a bullet.
Then he leaned out his head in a half-kneeling position, raised the gun to his shoulder, and once again selected a torch as the target and began to aim.
Bang, another bandit with a torch fell to the ground.
The machine gun crew who had been following Li Huanjian, the one holding the machine gun and carrying the ammunition immediately called for a fight: "Platoon leader, let me shoot a shuttle, I guarantee that I can hit at least three bandits!"
"Why are you in a hurry? We are waiting for help now. It is still early before dawn. We will give the bandits a surprise later!"
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At this moment, a thought flashed through the bandits' minds from time to time: there must be sharpshooters among the guerrillas.
In just a few minutes, six of the torches behind were extinguished!
Bandits are bandits. Those who think they are far away from the torch dare not stand on the wasteland anymore. They are smart enough to stick the torch in the ground and take care of it from a distance. After all, the torch can illuminate the way forward for the bandits in front. road.
Little did he know that lighting a torch behind the attacking bandits simply sold out all the attacking bandits.
The bandits lying on the ground in front were secretly glad that the eight-way sharpshooter only used torches and seemed not to attack the attacking bandits. Otherwise, with them being less than a hundred meters away from the village, the sharpshooter would definitely hit wherever he pointed!
Among the bandits, there are also those who are tough and not afraid of death, but now they are approaching without any concealment, which is almost like sending death!
The attack was in the open. The Eighth Route Army had houses in the village for cover and was in the dark. If the Eighth Route Army hadn't occasionally fired, the bandits wouldn't even know where their target was.
Even so, the bandits really followed Wang Sanzhu's request and rushed into the village. As long as one of the three attacking teams entered the village first, they would immediately win!
Who made the bandits a rabble?
Who knows how many guns and swords are waiting for them in the darkness of the village!
Whoever goes in first will die!
Who is willing to be the first person for a few dozen dollars? The top priority is saving lives.
Since the Eighth Route Army's sharpshooters are in front, and Uncle Qi and his men are outflanking them in the east of the village, let's wait until Uncle Qi's side breaks into the village first... Who knows if the Eighth Route Army has arranged other sharpshooters in the east of the village.
He was crushed to death by the gangsters in the village, but he still had to fight back. Who wouldn't be able to change a place with a shot?
The bandits kept changing their positions. As a result, the bandits were even more unable to judge the positions of those eight-way shooters in the darkness in the distance.
After fighting for a long time, Wang Sanzhu always felt that something was wrong, because there seemed to be no movement at all from the east of the village!
"Listen to me, hurry up and rush forward. Just rush into the eighth village road and you're done!" Wang Sanzhu, who was lying on the ground, scolded the old bandit and old bastard Qi in his heart. Give orders in a loud voice.
If Wang Sanzhu shouted a few words in person, these bandits might still listen. As for the messengers? What the hell, look left and right first before talking, nothing happens? Then you have to rush to the fart!
The bandit soldiers quickly continued to lie down in the darkness, shooting at the spot where the muzzle of the gun occasionally flashed in the village.
East of the village.
Qi Laofei knew that Wang Sanzhu had relapsed into his old habit, thinking that if there were more people, he could really treat the Eighth Route Army as a soft persimmon. The fight in the west of the village was lively, and of course he could not hold back.
"Uncle Qi, you can't see anything here? Do you want to light a torch?"
"Don't talk nonsense. If you want to see the King of Hell now, then go ahead!" Qi Lao has rich experience in bandit operations. Attacking and defending at night seems to be beneficial to the defending side. The Eighth Route Army has the right time and place, but for the bandits at night, It’s also an opportunity to attack!
The old bandit Qi knew very well that even if he had many men, those Eighth Route Army soldiers were not afraid of death in a fight, which the bandits could not catch up with anyway, so he did not ask his men to advance to the village step by step.
Of course there is no problem in taking over the village regardless of casualties. The main purpose of coming this time is to save people. If the number of people saved is greater than the casualties caused by rescuing people, naturally this kind of loss-making business cannot be done.
Wang Sanzhu thought that boy could despise the Eighth Route Army after attending a military academy for one year. He really didn't know how to write the word "death", and it would be better if he learned a lesson and gained wisdom.
A black shadow was crawling in the wilderness. The dark village in front was not far away, and gunfire continued from the west.
To the east of the village, an observing soldier finally discovered the situation: "There is an enemy!"
The observation post just finished speaking...
boom...
A militiaman nearby fired a shot at a location in the darkness where a noise was heard.
The gunshot lasted less than a second, and a faint flash of light came from the wilderness almost at the same time.
Bang, someone among the bandits fought back.
Immediately afterwards, two strange screams spread in the darkness.
The militiaman who had just fired was shot in the head by a bullet. He lay on his back and fell silently in the trench at the entrance of the village.
The smell of blood immediately filled the air near the trenches.
The flash still lingers on my eyeballs...
"Calm down, don't shoot without my order!" Captain Zhou felt a toothache and lowered his voice: "Now quickly light the torch and throw it out into the open."
Due to the rush of time, only a trench more than ten meters wide was dug horizontally at the intersection into the village. There were only two soldiers and four militiamen in the trench. The others were all hidden behind the walls on both sides of the intersection not far away.
After Captain Zhou finished speaking, someone immediately lit a match and slowly lit the torch. After the torch made of dry firewood burned vigorously, the soldier threw the torch out from the wall.
A pile of firewood that had been piled outside the wall was lit, and the light began to become brighter.
Company Commander Zhou first shouted to the trench: "Everyone, pay attention, be sure to aim before shooting, but don't waste bullets!"
Then he loudly ordered the soldiers and militiamen behind the wall on the other side: "Everyone, please pay attention! Don't fire blindly before the enemy comes up. You must pay attention to the bandits' machine gunners over there. The task of your squad is to take care of the enemy." Machine gunner!"
The light slowly illuminated the vicinity of the village, and the bandits in the open field stopped advancing. You looked at me, and I looked at you. The previous sneak attack plan seemed to be in vain. As for whether the next step is to attack by force or find another countermeasure, we just have to wait. The old bandit gave the order!
There is only one platoon of troops in the four directions of the village, including the east side. It is almost an impossible task to rely on the militia led by these soldiers to stop a large-scale attack by bandits.
The people in the village are still digging ditches and setting up traps. If the bandits really come in large numbers, prepare in advance for the soldiers who retreat into the village to fight the bandits house to house in street fights!
By this time, as long as the injured were still able to move, they were almost all carried by the civilians to find cover. Those with injured hands only took a grenade and hid outside the yard where the bandit prisoners were detained.
Inside the courtyard wall, the bandits and prisoners were already quarreling.
Someone lowered his voice and said, "...let's climb over the fence together and run away later. I don't believe what these eight gangsters can do to me!"
The wounded soldier next to him curled his lips: "Your mother is not injured, but you can run. If those soldiers really throw grenades in, I will be injured... and what about us brothers who can't run?"
The previous person replied nonchalantly: "Then you just hide in the house first. You won't be afraid even if the Eighth Route Army throws grenades in!"
Another person next to him objected: "I just took a look and saw that there are people on several rooftops outside the wall. If we climb the wall... I estimate that we will probably be beaten into pieces by them as soon as we climb the wall! If you want to run away, you can run away." , I will wait here..."
"I think Commander Wang should have taken the wrong medicine this time. Although we were arrested by the Eighth Route Army, the Eighth Route Army always kept his word and would release us in a few days. I really don't understand why he had to use force against the Eighth Route Army! "
"You know what the heck, we were ambushed by the Eighth Route Army this time, and we lost at least two to three hundred of our spears alone, which are worth twenty to thirty thousand oceans. I think... the young commander attacked these Eighth Route Army this time, mostly for those Here comes the gun!"
The armed working team secretly arranged for several people hidden among the bandits to have short guns on their bodies. At this time, they had already surrounded the little leader who wanted to run away. If this guy really wanted to run away, he would be shot and killed later!
At worst, there's just one less person lurking in the bandit team.
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