boom...
Smoke was flying, sand and rocks were flying, and the fire swayed violently to one side.
Under the swaying dim light.
Dust and flesh flew wildly.
Another grenade was thrown from the roof, still targeting the Japs lying on the ground with their ears and brains ringing.
When the activists hiding among the villagers saw this, they quickly shouted: "Run quickly..."
The gunshots fired by the puppet troops on the roof were loud.
The whistling bullets hit the earthen roof and raised clouds of dust on the walls. They made a loud popping sound and flew across the roof with strange whistling sounds.
The fleeing villagers were a little frightened when they rushed in front of the puppet soldiers. A certain activist wanted to step forward and snatch the rifle from the puppet soldiers.
The people next to me were holding on tightly: "The lives of the villagers are at stake. Help the injured and leave here quickly. This is not the time to show off your strength..."
A middle-aged man with patches all over his body shouted to the pseudo-company commander who was aiming his gun at the villagers: "Company Commander Yang Chunlai, at the east end of Shenjia Village...don't end your retreat..."
Although the pseudo company commander did not know the other party, he was not surprised when he was called by name and told the location of his brother-in-law's house.
Obviously, the Eighth Route Army has already found out all about his family.
He is stationed in the town on weekdays, so naturally he often interacts with the villagers who come to the town.
I have long heard that the Eighth Route Army was looking around for the origins of the autonomous army stationed in the town, and he also received a certificate to return to the war.
The Eighth Route Army was having a lot of fun during this period. First, they openly killed the pistol captain of a brigade at the Wei County Autonomous Army Headquarters.
Then he attacked Handan, destroyed the railway, then captured Cheng'an County, ambushed the imperial army, and then killed the imperial army's invincible armored vehicles.
There are even rumors that the Imperial Army's North China Military God died in an accident in service, although the Imperial Army refused to admit that such a thing happened.
It happened that someone saw with his own eyes the body of the military god who was brought back to Wei County.
Moreover, Commander Cheng Haibo of the Autonomous Army directly joined the Eighth Route Army.
It is said that the deputy of the second regiment of the second brigade also came here from the Eighth Route Army. Who knows that he is in Cao Ying's camp and in his heart... Bah, am I Cao Ying?
Those Eight-way agents are all-pervasive. Who knows if they have Eight-way spies? Offending these bastards may cost you your wealth and life.
Thinking of lightning in his mind, he quickly lowered the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the men next to him without leaving any trace.
Then he raised the muzzle of his gun and fired two shots at the roof, shouting in a deafening voice: "Hit! Beat me hard!"
The puppet soldiers from the Fourth Brigade had a tacit understanding and quickly opened a gap. They raised their guns high and fired at the roof.
The puppet machine gunners on the edge of the village quickly pulled their machine guns and disappeared into the darkness.
It seems that no one thought that they should outflank them from both sides at this time.
"Are you too exaggerated? Do you want to hit a star?"
"Didn't you say that Eighth Route Army can fly? I'll give him wings and he won't be able to escape!" Pointing his gun at the puppet army in the dark sky, he fired another shot proudly.
Until, there were no more gunshots coming from the rooftop.
Sliding down the roof, the dirty face with no new injuries was hobbling with the rifle on his back. He covered the wound with his left hand and held the shell gun in his right hand against the wall to catch his breath.
He sat down against the corner with the rifle between his knees. With trembling hands, he took out bullets and pressed them into the magazine he pulled out one by one.
I regret not asking Xiao Hongying for a spare magazine.
After thinking about it, he hung the one-second delayed glory bomb that Liu Yuanqing asked for on his chest.
The puppet army was so poor that they only got two grenades from the two guard posts on the roof.
Thinking about it, if you open fire to attract them, those puppet soldiers should not dare to embarrass the common people, and they should have escaped by now.
Indeed, as he thought, the villagers even helped the injured who were not killed.
There were more than a dozen corpses of villagers left on the ground, and a dozen arrogant Japanese soldiers were lying on the ground. During the shooting, the bullet shells that fell beside the Japanese soldiers were hot and filled with blood, and the smell of blood filled the air.
Dirty Face seemed comfortable sitting in the dark.
The Japs haven't thrown a single grenade so far. Based on my feeling, the wave of raids I just made should have knocked down half of the Japs. The two grenades thrown out should have had unexpected results.
It was exactly what he expected.
The rifle shot through the heads of the machine gunner and the sergeant, and twenty bullets from the shell gun only hit six Japanese soldiers in the back.
The thrown grenades scratched the arms of two Japs with shrapnel, one Japs' brain was still buzzing, and the remaining two Japs were blinded by the sand raised by the explosion...
After finally wiping away tears, the target was nowhere to be seen. A Japanese superior soldier frantically ordered the puppet soldiers to enter the village and attack.
It's a pity the language barrier.
Because the translator was very unlucky. First, his face was covered in blood and paste, he forgot to hide, and a shelled bullet went into his throat.
At this time, he was rolling back and forth on the ground holding his neck.
He probably won't die soon, but he will definitely not be able to do the translation work for the time being. If he doesn't die, he probably won't be able to do it in the future.
They screamed like crazy and asked about the conditions of the Japanese who were lying on the ground and were shot in the back. It seemed that most of them could groan and move without being killed.
The sergeant was killed in battle, and four of the five remaining Japs who could move were now red-eyed.
The superior soldier completely ignored his companion who was shot in the back and screamed strangely, and pulled off the grenade hanging on his chest.
With a shout, the five Japs dispersed into a three-man group and prepared to enter the village in an attack formation. Two Japs with injured arms trailed behind.
He hurriedly pulled out the bandage and wrapped it randomly, then took off the grenade hanging on his chest and bit off the safety pin with his teeth.
The superior soldier dared to enter the village because he heard that there was definitely only one attacker in the village.
The rifle does not fire when the rifle fires, and the rifle does not make any sound when the rifle fires.
At this time, he did not consider terrain factors at all.
With a shout, all the Japanese soldiers pressed against the wall. The superior soldier knocked the grenade with the safety off against the wall, and then threw it into the darkness on the road leading into the village.
boom...
In the violent tremor, the dirty face sitting leaning against the wall quickly jumped out of the dust-filled darkness and fled deep into the village.
Then another grenade exploded.
There were flying and impact of sand and gravel everywhere around me, and the rain of saltpeter fell like rain.
The shock wave flew him away on the spot after he had just turned around a wall, followed by a large area of gunpowder smoke and dust.
There were continuous violent impacts in the air, endless flying and flying, and the world was darkened, as if it was shielded by gunpowder smoke.
He lay on the ground and shook his head, the wound hurt even more.
Holding the glory bomb tightly, forgetting the smoke, eyes widened.
Prepare to wait for the Japanese to come up and die together.
Smoke continues to fly, everywhere.
The four Japanese soldiers advanced alternately, with a handshake mine on constant alert.
Always keep the lead group of three, sticking to the walls on both sides of the road into the village, maintaining a loose formation.
His forehead was so tense that sweat appeared, and beads of sweat shone on his cheeks in the flashes of explosions again and again.
The bayonet occasionally flashed a cold light.
Move forward cautiously, step by step.
The dirty face in the darkness was laughing, but he couldn't hear his own laughter.
He didn't know how far away the Japs were from him. If he fired at this time, given the insignificance of the Japs and puppet soldiers, he would never even have a chance to survive.
Maybe he would be stabbed to death by the Japanese, or maybe his stomach would be gutted by a Japanese grenade.
I can't live, but I have the right to choose how to die!
Hehe, at least two Japs were tricked to death, and those who were shot in the back may not survive.
I haven't been in the Ninth Company for a long time, and it seems that I have killed more Japanese than I did in the six or seven years I was in the army.
Fighting the Japanese is really fun, and the general will inevitably die in battle. Although he is not a general, he can still be regarded as a clay pot, and the mouth of the well will be broken at worst.
Eighteen years later, I am a good man again!
Still kill the Japanese.
Sticking to the wall, I felt that except for a shallow groove on my calf that seemed to be scratched by shrapnel, my body was not scratched by the grenade shrapnel thrown by the Japanese.
Thank you Taishang Laojun...
There was no sound of grenades. It seemed that the puppet troops did not pursue them. It was also possible that the puppet troops were outflanking the village from both sides.
Come on, let's see if grandpa still has a chance to scratch one or two more today...
He regained his calm expression and played with the glory tab in his left hand.
With difficulty, he slowly raised the muzzle of the gun with his right hand, and finally let the gun lie flat on his knees.
The hearing in my ears seems to be slowly returning.
It seems that I heard some sounds, maybe the friction between the Japs' boots and the gravel on the ground.
The sound seemed far away, and there seemed to be no sound at all.
Maybe...just an illusion.
Slowly press the trigger with your right index finger.
The little finger of the left hand is inserted into the glorious elastic pull ring...
Father, mother, your son is unfilial and cannot die for you...
Some people died, but not completely...
