Tang Dagou kept shooting in the distance.
Regardless of whether the Japanese lying on the ground were dead or not, from a distance of more than fifty meters, they pulled the triggers one by one at the Japanese lying on the ground like dogs, shooting one after another and hitting them one after another!
"You're still so stupid, even if you're crazy! If that little devil, Guizi, is alive, this idiot, Big Dog, will have to pay for it!" Wan Bianxi curled his lips and threw the empty gun to the wounded soldier next to him, but No voice answered.
He quickly turned around and found that the wounded soldier was motionless: "Hey, don't scare me, you scream so loudly..."
Habitually, he leaned over and stretched out his hand to check his breathing: "Hey, is the ball dead?"
I quickly turned the brother over, only to find that the brother had been shot in the neck, and the hand covering the wound was full of blood...
The finger covering my neck... seems to be missing...
Look carefully...that brother has a bullet hole on the front and back of his right neck...
The missing finger... stuck into the hole of the gun...
It seemed like he was trying to stop the blood from escaping.
It's a pity, where can it be blocked?
A stream of blood is still flowing out between the finger and the hole of the gun...
outside the village.
Wen Wuquan finally knew why Li Laosan and the brother were calling...
The wall they climbed over was covered with broken tiles that had been blown into sharp pieces by grenades. It is estimated that their palms were cut open when they climbed over the wall...
Judging from the two men squatting on the ground peeling off the equipment from the Japs, it shouldn't be a big deal...
He conveniently put down his rifle, took out the imitation shell gun from his waist, pressed the nose of the machine, and then ran straight north, rushing towards the Japanese cover position.
The rifles in the yards on both sides stopped firing immediately.
Tang Dagou's angry voice appeared on the roof, shouting angrily at Li Laosan and the other guy who was cleaning the battlefield: "What the hell are you doing here, go to the north to help, there are more Japanese dead there..." "
At this time, Wen Wuquan didn't care at all whether the Japanese were dead in the distance. He just wanted to get another trick for the platoon leader.
Three figures rushed towards the open space one after another.
More than a dozen Japanese corpses were spread out in various poses, and there was blood all over the ground. How could there be anyone alive?
He pulled off the telescope in the hands of the Japanese sergeant, picked up the machine gun on the ground, and was about to pick up two more rifles, when bullets from the Japanese heavy machine gun poured in from the west.
Wen Wuquan rolled on the spot holding the machine gun and hid behind a Japanese corpse.
The Japanese heavy machine gun was still firing arrogantly. Wen Wuquan's whole body tensed up, judging by his feeling that the trajectory of the Japanese machine gun would be farther away.
Gritting his teeth, he immediately jumped up from the ground and ran back...
Unfortunately, the ballistic trajectory of the heavy machine gun that had just been pulled away started to hit him again...
Hearing the crunching sound on the ground approaching, he quickly threw himself to the ground.
The big dog lay on the roof and shouted: "Don't pick up those rags, run east now..."
I saw three figures rushing left and right running away to the east.
The big dog turned around and was about to call his men to retreat. When he saw the man who was dragged to death by the sun, he scolded him directly: "I xed your little devil ancestor! I will remember this for you... Brothers, don't stop now." Hurry and go, kill the three wounded Japanese soldiers in the west of the village and then retreat..."
Three more shots were fired in the west of the village...
After joining the commander Luo Fugui, the two teams were speechless when they met.
The big dog has a black face and is calm. Being a platoon leader... seems to be a pretty good feeling.
It's a pity that I have to keep a straight face like Chief Hu at all times...
As for his immediate superior, Captain Mule, who is so afraid of death...
He didn't take it seriously at all.
South of the village.
The pseudo-company commander watched with his own eyes as No. 780 left the village.
Now there are twenty or thirty more people running eastward, and there is no more movement in the village.
After being confused for a while, he immediately ordered his men to shoot violently into the village!
He directly kicked his platoon leader: "The guerrillas have escaped, hurry into the village..."
As for whether the guerrillas escaped or not, how could he know?
According to the guerrilla habit, the main group leaves first, and then leaves a part behind to block the attack!
Now...it seems that the guerrillas who were blocking the attack have left the village.
It seems that there should be no one in the village.
As a commander, he must give his men confidence. As for letting him enter the village, unless the sun comes out from the west!
I looked up and saw that the sun was really in the west... I couldn't believe it.
The imperial army asked him to attack before, but he had been stalling for so long. If he didn't move, the consequences would be unpredictable!
Therefore, he was betting, and he had to bet, that the guerrillas would not dare to stay in the village.
...
West of Baliying Town.
The puppet soldiers in various costumes were trotting westward.
Wu Hexiu in the middle of the team was extremely depressed because the Eighth Route Army did not enter the town at all!
Even the few eight-way spies who had been watched by his people in the town were nowhere to be seen.
The men who were scouting westward have not been seen yet, and the men sent to Baidaokou Town early in the morning have not sent back any news.
It seems that everything is not going well!
He and the Eighth Route Army are mortal enemies, but before...he was also the Eighth Route Army.
From an unknown little person, it took almost ten years to move from a peripheral member to a position where he could speak from far away and could decide life and death with one word.
His hands were stained with the blood of countless former comrades, and he subconsciously wiped his hands on his clothes a few times.
Ba Lu did not throw himself into a trap... He was depressed, but he seemed to have a feeling of relief in his heart.
The gunfire was loud in the west. An hour ago, his eldest brother asked him to come out for reinforcements. It took him half an hour to gather his men who were scattered in the town.
Now that the phone can't be connected again, it's obvious that the Eighth Route Army came prepared and cut off all the phone lines around Bali Camp!
After thinking about it for a moment, you still don’t know what tricks the Eighth Route Army is playing?
Due to the lack of population, the Eighth Route District merged four nearby counties into what is known as Binhe County.
But he knows very well what the strength of the division is!
Even if a group came from the Eighth Route Army, he would not dare to enter the Eight Mile Camp!
Balu must be trying to pull himself out of the town!
The methods of the Eighth Route Army are still the same as before. When the enemy advances, we retreat, and we surround the points to call for reinforcements...
Haha, how dare you fight against a secret service team with multiple guns and bullets?
If my brothers want to gain a foothold on the plain, they will have to beat them up so hard that they will not dare to come to this area again in the future!
It is usually very difficult to find these people, but this time, we just happened to catch them all!
There seems to be some contradiction in the content of the back and forth thoughts...
While he was deep in thought, a puppet soldier came over on a bicycle: "Report, a large number of guerrillas appeared in the southwest, most of them holding hoes and spears..."
More than a thousand numbers?
What a group!
Haha, hoe?
...
West of the village, five miles south of the Jaap Formation.
More than a thousand troops were armed with various colors, carrying hoes, spears and swords. Less than a quarter of the team with guns were stretching along the ditch.
The political commissar looked at the map and shouted to a tall man next to him with a thick round beard on his dark face and piercing eyes. He walked with a breath of wind and spoke with a voice as loud as a bell: "Zhang Fei, obey the order!"
Zhang Fei's real name is Zhang Qiwang. Because of his appearance and his willingness to fight like a fierce tiger, several other company commanders in the division gave him the nickname... Zhang Fei.
Zhang Qiwang hesitated for a moment, then mustered up his courage: "I said, before the battle even started, the order was changed twice. Hehe, I finally understand what it means to change the order day and night... His independent regiment only has a company commander. To the political commissar, you But you’re so welcome…”
The political commissar immediately blew his beard: "Haha, if you dare to attack a squadron of Japanese soldiers and two battalions of puppet troops, even if you fart, I will tell you that it smells good. Do you believe it?"
"Hey, political commissar, that's what I'm saying..."
"What? You think the company commander was promoted to battalion commander, are you not convinced?"
"The Independent Regiment is so shameless. They didn't even have a battalion. I think they wanted to take advantage of us, so they promoted Hu to a battalion commander... Besides, he was a bullshit staff officer... .Isn’t it nonsense that a staff officer leads troops to fight?”
The political commissar had just made a half circle around the Eight Mile Camp for ten or twenty miles. At this time, his face was full of exhaustion: "You guys, don't be careless with me. The Nine Camp came here just to help eliminate the reactionary Taoist sect armed forces. As soon as we came, we encountered There are more than a thousand soldiers of Wang Taigong and his son, plus a battalion of puppet troops, plus a squadron of Japanese soldiers. Do you think if you encounter them, do you dare to fight them?"
Zhang Qiwang shook his head: "They are making mistakes by mixing with the national army."
"Fart, that was arranged by me personally. Why, you even doubt me?"
"Hey, you didn't tell me..."
"Then do I want to report to you?"
"Hey, how dare you? I just feel that the frontal battle has been robbed by the independent group. We will just follow behind and fight on the outside. We will not get any benefits..."
"Are you blind? Look at Li Huanzhang and others of the New Fourth Route Army. Have they all replaced their cannons with cannons? That platoon doesn't even have a shuttle mark now? Why, do you feel uncomfortable? It's okay if you don't feel good. Then Why don't you quickly find the Japanese and puppet soldiers to rob it?"
Zhang Qiwang asked anxiously: "Can you... I will lead a company and make sure that those Japs in the west of the village are wiped out!"
"What the hell, if you kill the Japanese, the puppet troops of Bali Camp will retreat directly to the town. Where can we go to get reinforcements?"
"I'm talking about political commissar, why are you talking nonsense today?"
The political commissar was stunned. This guy took the wrong medicine... He dared to talk to him like this: "What did you say?"
"I mean, you've always taught us not to use foul language...Why do you always use the word 'fart' in your words today..."
The political commissar suddenly smiled: "Come here..."
Zhang Qiwang quickly moved out of the way, alert: "You want to kick me? Hehe, there is no door..."
End of this chapter.
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