Dim moonlight.
Suspense enveloped the land.
The four black figures running eastward suddenly stopped.
Started to lift up four bicycles on the roadside.
Then start getting busy.
Li Laosi stood on the ground with one foot and held the handle of the car with one hand.
Wang Jinghong was busy behind him.
Dirty Face spread his legs on the bicycle seat.
Li Laosi held Dirty Face's arm with one hand.
Wang Jinghong took out a bandage, passed it around his armpits from behind his dirty face, and hung it on Li Laosi's shoulders.
Then cross it in front of Li Laosi's chest, then go back from the waist and tie it behind the dirty face.
The two were immediately tied together.
Li Laosi turned his face and asked smoothly: "Dirty face, why is your mother not dead?"
"My sternum is broken." Dirty Face felt that Wang Jinghong was too slow to follow, so he inserted the spare magazine directly into his chest pocket.
The bullets fired by the Japanese snipers are still embedded in the magazines.
Li Laosi's excitement has not yet calmed down: "It's good that you can still speak! Otherwise, Taoist Master will have to perform a ritual for you tonight."
Dirty Face groaned: "Don't fucking tease me."
"Oh, you don't like the Fourth Daoist? Why don't you come down and ride a bike by yourself."
"Fuck your mother"
"Tell me, how did you escape?"
"Remember to hang the magazine on your chest later."
Wen Wuquan, who had a machine gun next to him and was on guard to the west, muttered: "You are so lucky, the bullet was blocked by the magazine for the second time."
"Fuck with me from now on." Dirty Face was still in the mood to poach someone.
"Shit, I want to learn marksmanship from Brother Tang."
"There's no machine gun. It's so satisfying." The dirty face was sitting in the back seat, and he didn't look like someone who was about to die.
"Do you think I'm stupid when the machine gun fires bullets?" Wen Wuquan held the machine gun in his hand and hung the grenade on his back, telling lies with his eyes open.
Xiao Hongying tied the rifle to the bicycle bars, turned around and shouted: "Wen Wuquan, get ready to leave."
Immediately, in less than two minutes, Wang Jinghong, who was familiar with the situation in this area, led the way on a bicycle.
The light was not good, the path was uneven, and the speed was not fast.
Xiao Hongying has little strength and is not very skilled in riding a bicycle by herself this time.
It's faster than walking anyway.
The clanking noise of the bicycle was not small.
The group quickly entered the Elaeagnus elegans forest and turned south.
No one noticed that about five hundred meters behind him, the two Japanese soldiers kept running in hot pursuit.
One of them was the Japanese sniper Junichiro Suzuki who shot him in the dirty face.
The other person is his observer.
Junichiro Suzuki was injured on the battlefield with a broken arm.
Taking into account his previous military exploits, the Japanese transferred him from the main force to the garrison to continue serving.
From the main force to the local garrison, this guy felt very disappointed.
The frontal battlefield is a large-scale coordinated operation of multiple arms. During the war, both sides directly shelled first and then fired machine guns.
There are few opportunities for long-range shooting, and sniper rifles are not very useful.
In occupied areas, sniper rifles are more effective when faced with guerrillas who run away with just two shots.
After arriving in the independent mixed brigade, as one of the few semi-snipers, I followed the garrison on several sweeps, and found that sweeps were really suitable for hunting targets.
It arouses even more ferocity in the bones.
At least hundreds of Chinese soldiers and civilians died under his hands!
He was also awarded the title of God of War in the First Army.
When he was encircling the Eighth Route Army headquarters in the mountains last year, his original sniper rifle scope was directly damaged by a group of Eighth Route machine guns emerging from the outside.
Supplies were not available for a while, so the headquarters distributed a sniper rifle from Tianjin Deutsche Merchant to the gendarmerie as a reward.
This is a Carl Type 98 Mauser rifle with a Carl Zeiss scope.
The scope is large at both ends and small in the middle.
The blued lens barrel is printed with the Zeiss code BLC.
The price of this scope alone is equivalent to two Mauser rifles.
In his opinion, the guns presented by the allies were indeed good.
He has an injury to his left arm, which makes it difficult to deal with moving targets, and he mainly focuses on hitting fixed targets.
Suzuki pursued such ambushing guerrillas many times.
His idea is simple,
No matter how strong the opponent is, he can't run fast on a bicycle with a "corpse"!
Why would the other party run away with a corpse? According to the eight-way custom, there are only two possibilities.
Either the target he hit was not dead, or the machine gunner was an official.
The tactics displayed by the opponent's ambush body are definitely not ordinary anti-Japanese elements!
Such an opponent deserves respect.
So, he decided to kill them himself.
All I have to do is wait until dawn.
I am in the dark, but those despicable fleeing anti-Japanese elements are in the open.
It is their honor to die in the hands of the Imperial God of War!
…
Wang Xiaosan looked at the corpse at the second guard post, his heart felt cold, and without any hesitation he ordered in a low voice: "Go back first!"
The layout of the guard posts tonight was completely different from before.
Obviously, there must be an insider in the regiment and battalion who knows the detailed layout of the guard posts.
The person who did it must be someone familiar with the guard post, otherwise, the guard post hidden in the ditch would not have been touched silently.
So much so that there was no time to even fire a warning shot.
Now we need to figure out two questions. One is who is the traitor and who is the enemy!
Wang Xiaosan didn't plan to fire a warning shot because he didn't know how many enemies were hidden in the darkness under the moon.
The three of them distanced themselves and trotted toward the military camp with their waists bent.
Several flashes of light suddenly appeared ahead.
Bang bang bang.
Several dull gunshots interrupted his thoughts.
The soldier walking in front of him was immediately shot and fell to the ground.
Without any hesitation, Wang Xiaosan threw himself forward and then rolled to the side of the path.
He quickly pulled the submachine gun from his back to his front, turned off the safety and pulled the trigger.
Chug tug tug.
The flash point where the gun was fired just now is a shuttle.
There was a scream not far ahead.
The sneak attacker did not expect that the other party would react so quickly and use automatic weapons.
Braving the bullets roaring above their heads, the soldiers following behind crept to Wang Xiaosan's side and whispered: "Company Commander, I'll lead them out, and you'll kill them later."
After saying that, he jumped up from the ditch on the side of the road, bent his waist and ran sideways for more than ten meters to the right.
Then he fell down again, took off his military cap, held it up with his bayonet and shook it left and right.
Bang bang
Two bullets came one after another, and the hat was blown away.
The distance between the two sides was not far away. The sneak attacker in the dark fired his shot, and then heard someone next to him shouting: "You've been fooled!"
Chug tug tug.
The guy who fired the gun just now had a black spot on his head, chest and abdomen.
It sprayed out several meters away, causing the yelling bandit soldier next to him to have his head and face covered in blood.
This man was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and then shouted strangely: "Big cow!"
The body just left the ground.
boom.
His head exploded.
Then, something with a tail flame was thrown into the air.
"Grenade!" the ambushed bandits screamed.
Immediately he kicked off his feet, his body suddenly jumped several meters away, and then rolled into the ditch next to the path.
"boom"
A ball of fire soared into the sky in the darkness, and a strong air flow mixed with gravel and soil fell overwhelmingly.
Wang Xiaosan, who rolled over again after throwing the grenade, raised his head to see clearly the opponent's situation. He saw eight or nine gray figures wearing autonomous army uniforms.
Jumping up from the ground, braving the roaring bullets of the bandit soldiers, he raised his submachine gun and swung it left and right: "Son of a bitch! If I don't cut you into pieces, I won't call you Wang Xiaosan."
Chug tug tug.
Every time he shakes his body, it's a three-point shot.
Intense and regular gunshots suddenly rang out.
A bandit soldier who leaned forward and planned to throw a grenade in retaliation was shot several times and fell down.
The other bandits nearby were so overwhelmed by the bullets that they couldn't even lift their heads.
He fired back randomly with a shell gun.
With muzzle flash the position is revealed.
The soldier lying on the ground next to him immediately stood up and knelt down, aiming his gun and firing rapidly.
boom.
With every gunshot, a bandit's life would be ruthlessly taken away.
There are submachine guns to suppress, and sharpshooters to shoot accurately.
In just a moment, half of his ten men were dead!
Seeing that the iron plate was kicked, the squad leader of the bandit soldiers who led the ambush immediately screamed: "It hurts your hands, retreat quickly."
After saying that, he crawled on his hands and feet underground like a dog in a direction away from the muzzle flash.
The bandits probably didn't know that running away from them during a close-range shootout meant completely handing their lives over to the other party for killing.
The soldier in the field next to him held his rifle, looked at the backs of the black figures, aimed at one, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
boom.
The last bullet in the rifle flew out of the muzzle.
Then he took out a magazine and pressed it into the rifle.
Wang Xiaosan kept firing at a three-burst rate, emptying the 30-round long magazine.
Following the one-handed draw, a twenty-round magazine is pressed
During this period of time, I practiced hard with Liu Yuanqing and learned the skill of changing magazines with one hand.
Even though it was his first actual battle, he still displayed an invincible momentum.
Two people beat a squad of bandits to a pulp
(End of chapter)
