Zhang Xiaodao was so courageous that he climbed directly into the car.
The Japs behind the light machine gun on the roof of the car was a veteran. He sniffed and smelled the sweat on Zhang Xiaodao's body, and said sternly: "Who are you?"
Zhang Xiaodao naturally didn't understand, but he could clearly see the machine gunner's expression, slapped him across the face, and shouted: "Baga."
Zhang Xiaodao is not stupid. The Japs troops are highly hierarchical. Japs who serve as officials generally do not wear helmets. It is said that when an officer has practiced Bushido to a certain level, bullets will have to circle around him.
Therefore, you can't go wrong as long as you look for the Japanese wearing helmets.
I heard Liu Yuanqing say that he would slap the little devil whenever he saw him.
However, it is not easy to pretend to be a little devil
First of all, language is a big problem. Even if Zhang Xiaodao speaks like that, it doesn't sound like that.
Just like Westerners imitating Chinese people to curse Yue Tam, it is completely yin and yang and out of tune.
The Japanese machine gunner who was knocked unconscious was still feeling chilly before he passed out. He must have secretly practiced Jinmen Kung Fu Iron Sand Palm with the Chinese!
The second lieutenant next to him saw the second lieutenant and knocked the veteran unconscious with a slap in the face. Hearing the unprofessional voice scolding Baga, he immediately understood that this was a fake!
While he was still in a daze, a half-foot-long flying knife was accurately inserted into his throat.
Then, Zhang Xiaodao inserted another flying knife into the unconscious machine gunner's neck, then lifted the deputy gunner and laid him down on the railing on the top of the cab in the cargo compartment.
He grabbed the crooked machine gun. He had seen this machine gun before, but only in the past two days.
Carefully recalling how the ninth battalion machine gunner pulled the trigger, he realized that the position of the car he was in was not very good.
Afraid of being discovered by the Japanese under the car, I chose a supply truck loaded with pots, spoons and pans.
The machine gun's firing range was blocked by a swarm of cars in front of it. Even if the machine gun fired, it would not be able to hit the Japanese artillerymen in the distance.
My heart immediately went cold. After spending so much time, so much energy, and taking such a big risk, in the end I was still helpless with the Japanese artillery.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaodao deeply felt the helplessness of being alone.
No matter how powerful a person is, he can't deal with so many Japanese.
The original hope that he could kill the Japanese artillerymen with his single skill was shattered.
The firing sound from the Japanese artillery position paused, and the car convoy was even quieter.
After all, no one pays attention to the car pulling the marching pot.
The Japanese medical soldiers were the busiest, shouting everywhere at the top of their lungs.
They hurriedly bandaged or performed a minor surgery to remove the warhead, and roughly dug out two pieces of shrapnel from the Japanese soldiers, causing the screams of the wounded Japanese soldiers to float on the road.
Xiao Hongying pulled the baggage behind Luo Fugui and ran back and forth in the green gauze tent.
The sweaty Luo Fugui was so smelly that Xiao Hongying almost vomited: "Can you throw down the baggage?"
"Throw it away? Will you drink the northwest wind in the future?" Luo Fugui's huge body kept pushing the sorghum away and breaking.
The Japanese observers were not blind, and soon discovered the movement in the green gauze tent.
Immediately direct the direction of attack.
Continuous and regular machine gun fire began to roar towards Luo Fugui's position.
A group of four people quickly lay down to avoid the enemy's machine gun fire.
Bullets whistled randomly overhead.
Luo Fugui looked a little panicked: "Don't stay here, the Japanese will follow with grenades."
Zhang Xiaodao knew that the battle on the east side of the highway was fought by the mule leader and his men.
Listening to the intensity of the Japanese gunshots, it can be seen that the Japanese have already suppressed their anger.
Unfortunately, I was in the middle of the Japs on the highway. At this moment, gunshots were fired, and the Japs on the cars in front and behind were all looking south, so there was no way to throw mines.
The enemy's shooting target is the side and rear, and he can't help in the middle or front.
He couldn't hit the Japanese artillery, nor could he hit the machine gun on the Japanese car. He watched the Japanese adjust the grenade on the side of the car.
Zhang Xiaodao didn't expect that he had just been promoted to a sniper by Instructor Liu, but he couldn't do anything to help.
Before, when I was running around in the green gauze tent, I didn't feel that death was scary. Now, when I was among the Japanese, I didn't feel confident at all.
I was so panicked that I kept sweating on my forehead.
Inadvertently.
I discovered that the Japs machine gunner in the car in front was holding a machine gun mounted on the roof of the cab, resting it on the raised tarpaulin panel of the carriage. It seemed that he was preparing to shoot into the green gauze tent to the east.
Zhang Xiaodao hesitated for a moment, then picked up the machine gun and turned around, smoothly pulling the dead body of the Japanese deputy shooter next to him into the cargo compartment.
Then, put the crooked light machine gun on the back of the car.
The Japanese driver sitting in the cab of the car behind has not yet come to his senses.
A stream of bullets roared and shattered the fire-shielding glass.
The bullet penetrated the iron plate at the rear of the cab and overturned the Japanese machine gunner who was shooting into the green gauze tent to the east.
Crazy Yang and Big Dog walked quickly through the green gauze.
Li Laosan suddenly noticed that there was no shadow of Xiao Hongying, and immediately became anxious: "Hey, where is the girl?"
Madman Yang shook his head: "Don't worry."
"My surname is Yang, if your girl loses a hair, I will stab you to death!"
"On the battlefield, life and death matter. Damn, the little girl is following us, Luo Fugui, who is afraid of death. We are all fine. They must be fine too. Maybe they have slipped back."
Li Laosan was furious: "How can you two reactionaries be so unethical? Now, I have ordered you to go back immediately!"
Stop, if anyone dares to take a step forward, don't blame me for not recognizing people!
Why are you trying to show off your authority here? If you have the guts, go find the devil yourself.
Madman Yang stopped and said without hesitation: "Go back!"
After feeling it, he was pressed by the muzzle of the gun. The big dog had a black line on his head. This guy named Yang changed his face really fast.
Turning over is like turning over a book, faster than a little girl.
"What the hell on the battlefield, if someone points a gun at my back?" The big dog turned around and looked at Li Laosan: "What the hell are you doing?"
Li Laosan didn't even mention the gun, but held a sorghum pole in his hand to poke the big dog in the back.
If you want to do well in Jiuying, no one can get around the little girl.
Madman Yang didn't really want to leave the little girl behind. The main reason was that he suddenly heard the sound of the Czech light machine gun that suddenly appeared behind the Japanese and pulled the trigger to empty a magazine of bullets.
Apart from Luo Fugui, almost no one can do such a thing, and the Mule Company Commander is really not very reliable.
The bullets fired back by the Japanese soldiers hit the gauze curtain like rain.
Moreover, the Japanese even began to use grenades.
Obviously, Luo Fugui and the girl did not retreat westward as planned.
Three sly-looking people ran eastward in the green gauze tent.
Crazy Yang, who was walking in front, suddenly shouted: "There is something wrong."
The three of them immediately took cover on both sides of the path just past the green gauze tent.
He turned and looked east: "Oh, that's not right. Why are there our people?"
"It's the Japs!" Madman Yang looked serious, raised his gun and drew fire, pulled out a grenade, flipped the safety pin, and smashed the hood.
If you look down from the sky at this time, you will see a Japanese soldier followed by two Japanese soldiers being chased out by a long line of eight soldiers in the green gauze tent.
But the Japanese took the first step and threw the grenade.
The leading Japanese soldier at the back saw the imperial army throwing grenades at him, and subconsciously shouted: "One of our own"
Boom. The grenade exploded in the green gauze tent.
The destructive power of Forty-Eight Petals is several levels higher than that of the booby traps previously planted by Eighth Route Army.
The Japanese disguised as Eighth Route Army soldiers were bombed by grenades, and then hit by grenades.
But I couldn't fight back yet.
The three of them ran southward sideways in the green gauze.
The big dog following Crazy Yang grinned and muttered: "Crazy Yang, why is he yelling?"
Madman Yang didn't answer Big Dog's question, and replied in three words: "Fake Eighth Route Army!"
(End of chapter)
