"Eighth Route Army! A large number of Eighth Route Army... are coming from behind!" The bandit, who had been looking back when he heard the gunshots, shouted uncomfortably with his broken gong.
Hundreds of people were shouting to kill... He didn't need to remind him!
Qi Lao, a bandit from the old world, heard the shouts and immediately knew that the Eighth Route Army was taking the back route, and judged that the number of Eighth Route Army rushing over would not exceed 200 at most. The combat effectiveness of the Tubal Road on the plain was scum! Immediately ordered: "Don't panic, everyone goes south to stop the attack!"
Everyone knows that the conditions of the Eighth Route Army on the plains are difficult and the equipment is really poor, but the Eighth Route Army is famous for its bravery in combat.
Obviously, the old bandit Qi also overestimated what these bandits under Wang Sanzhu were.
Wang Taigong's old bandit brothers immediately drew their guns and turned to shoot at the eight-pronged attacking team. Some bandits who had just joined recently had only been engaged in robbery, kidnapping, and extortion. How could they pass through such overwhelming and heart-stopping shouts and shouts of killing? A shocking scene!
It scares the shit out of me! With fear and fear, who cares who gave the blocking order? The previous battle objectives had long been forgotten, and many people ran directly towards the village regardless of their head or tail... because there were many people there!
What's staggering is...the speed at which they escaped was more than twice as fast as the team that first went to the village to attack in the dark!
In the dark night, some people fell to the ground, got up with skillful movements, and continued to run towards the village, thinking that the village was safer! The fire at the entrance of the village was blown up by the bandit's grenade to put out the fire, causing sparks to fly everywhere, but he didn't lose his way.
The bandits who were throwing grenades into the yard to attack were obviously affected by what happened behind them and stopped attacking aggressively.
Seeing someone escaping from the battle, Qi Laoqiu, who pointed his gun at the deserter's back to stop him, was in a bad mood. After hesitating for a while, he put down the gun. He didn't want too many casualties, so he didn't want to sneak out an Eighth Route Army team to raid the deserter. He had no way to retreat, and the attack from the Eighth Route Army was even more powerful than the Japanese!
From the sound of gunfire, he judged that there should be no more than fifty guns in the Eight Route Army's hands! As the defensive side, there was no need to get up and shoot, and the terrain was completely dominant. He expected that his men's counterattack would make all eight soldiers fall on the way to the attack, but the bandit soldiers once again disappointed him. After one of the eight soldiers fell, the ones behind him immediately followed up, directly Pick up the rifle on the ground and continue rushing forward.
There was no machine gun cover, no grenades to clear the way, just half-crouching forward.
Old Bandit Qi was a little uncomfortable with this style of play that relied entirely on human lives, and suddenly felt that... he had really underestimated the Eighth Route Army.
As a veteran, you don't know what it means to be brave and fearless of death? Who doesn't know what it means to be so powerful?
"Hit me, hit me hard..." The red-eyed old bandit Qi, hoping for a chance, screamed in a hoarse voice, mixing his voice into the sound of gunshots fired by the bandit soldiers, seeing through the charging eight directions. Fallen in pieces.
However, the Eighth Route Army behind them followed immediately as if they didn't see it, and the distance between the two sides continued to get closer.
The sporadic shooting from the eight-pronged attack hardly posed any threat to the bandits, but their fearless aura gave old bandit Qi a sense of fear.
In less than a minute, a figure with a machete raised in his hand faintly appeared in the bandits' sight again.
I happened to face some bandits who were running very fast. I quickly adjusted the muzzle of my gun and fired. At least two bullets...should have hit the body of the eight-route guy, but the guy seemed to be possessed by a god, and his body only trembled twice. , and even continued to move forward with the knife in hand!
The distance changed from 20 meters to 15 meters, then to 10 meters. The bandits who fired were hurriedly pulling the bolts and pushing the bullets to load the guns.
When he was about to raise his gun and shoot again, the man holding the knife had already rushed into the group of bandits.
The eight people on the left and right slashed with their swords, and the head of a bandit Nuo Da flew two or three meters away, and a puff of blood flew to Lao Gao.
A group of figures flashed out from behind the Eighth Route. The muzzle of a shell gun in the leader's hand flashed with fire. The four bandits who raised the gun to shoot were all hit. The muzzle of the gun was raised while the body was shaking. He subconsciously pulled the trigger and fired several rounds. The bullet flew into the sky.
The shooter suddenly landed in the middle of the group, and the fast runner next to him rushed into the group of bandits with a sword and a sword.
How can ordinary bandits have the time to practice stabbing? They are not eight-way opponents who have no bullets and can only practice stabbing every day.
To be precise, only the dozen or so Eighth Route Army soldiers in front of the attacking team had good combat effectiveness, but just the dozen or so of him showed off their momentum, making the recruits from the Huidao Sect who followed closely behind become equally excited.
And... Huidao Sect Arms also has a unique skill: possession by gods!
The battle was going smoothly at the moment, and some recruits rushed into the group of bandits with curses in their mouths. Of course, he would think that his body was invulnerable to knives and guns, and he would directly attack the bandits with the spear in his hand.
Many bodies were hit by the bullets fired by the bandits before they died!
The gun has no brains, but no matter whether the Taishang Laojun, Guanyin, or Tathagata you invited is possessed, as long as it stands in front of it, it will tear the target apart.
The two sides fought in a melee, and the bandits' advantage in long-range shooting with rifles was immediately lost, and it became a pure one-on-one exchange of pieces!
And where have the bandits ever seen this kind of fighting style that requires no orders at all?
In the first wave of eight-pronged bandits, twenty or thirty bandits died without thinking under the sword. The remaining seventy or eighty bandits had emptied the magazine and had no time to load bullets into their guns, so they had to Grasp the rifle and start hand-to-hand combat with the broadsword, shuttle and bayonets in the hands of the Eighth Route Army.
Naturally, there are some capable people among the bandits who know some kung fu. One bandit held the barrel of a gun with one hand, swung it and violently smashed the head of an eight-robber, and rushed unstoppably to the next eight-route.
Geng Ting looked at the bandits rushing over and fired the last bullet of the shell gun in his hand immediately.
The bandit soldier who was shot staggered, and the gun in his hand disappeared. However, he did not lose his combat effectiveness. He still took advantage of the situation and rushed over, hugging Geng Ting who had emptied the magazine of his pistol tightly. The two immediately fell to the ground. He fell to the ground and rolled in a ball on the ground.
The two of them stared wide-eyed, but they were blinded by the rolling dust. They closed their eyes and endured the discomfort in their eyes. They scratched, scratched, inserted, and pulled... and almost used their hands to the extreme.
This ruthless bandit should have better nutrition than Balu. He had a physical advantage. Even if he was shot, he still had better physical strength than Geng Ting. He finally touched Geng Ting's neck with one hand, and immediately tried hard with his hand to break the neck in his hand. ..
Battalion Commander Geng groaned in his heart, and had no choice but to tighten the muscles on his neck with all his strength. The unloaded shell gun in his hand had long gone, so he had to reach out and grab the bandit's hands, trying to reduce the pain of the bandit's hands around his neck. The pressure... However, the bandit's hands were too strong and it didn't help at all.
Geng Ting's guards had long been dispersed, and they were unable to help at this time. He had not breathed for dozens of seconds, his face was black and red, and his eyes were protruding. Perhaps, his neck would be broken in the next moment.
The bullet I fired just now definitely hit the bandit's chest! This bandit has definitely been shot!
A messy memory flashed through Camp Commander Geng's mind. He immediately let go of one hand and groped for the chest of the bandit who was pressing on him. Finally, he asked him to find the bullet hole in the chest of the bandit. He immediately inserted his finger hard and even... I felt the bullet butt embedded in my sternum. I didn't have time to think about it. I just pulled it sideways with all my strength...
The skin outside the bandit's originally tense and trembling chest muscles was directly torn open, and the bandit's body trembled in accordance with the direction of Geng Ting's hand!
The bandit's hands finally lost strength.
Geng Ting could even hear the air whistling into his lungs. He regained a little strength, and immediately raised his leg and pressed his knee against the peach. The bandit was in pain again. The bandit on top of him tilted to one side, and then the two separated. The bandit held an injured position in each hand and screamed.
Geng Ting opened his mouth wide and breathed in the air that he had never paid attention to. He quickly raised his hand and tried to wipe his eyes. He vaguely saw the rifle that the bandit had dropped on the ground. He was confused and quickly picked it up. He blinked into Sha's eyes and used all his energy. He threw all his strength at the bandit who was still rolling and struggling beside him. This time, he was not lucky and hit the bandit directly on the back of the head.
The bandit's head was immediately opened, and a blur immediately appeared in the night!
A few bits of fishy liquid splashed on Geng Ting's face. Geng Ting, who had lost his strength, could no longer sit still and fell to the ground, gasping for air.
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