In the dim green gauze tent.
Madman Yang inserted the shell gun into his lower back, held up the 38-meter cover, and fired five shots in succession into the ground at his feet.
The scattered Japanese soldiers were each responsible for a sector area, and barely managed to piece together an encirclement circle.
The continuous sound of gunfire exchanges immediately attracted the attention of the Japanese who were assisting in the defense. Birds asked: "Inoue, what's going on?"
Madman Yang lowered his voice and replied casually: "An Eighth Route Army came and has been killed. We have no casualties."
A Japanese voice came from not far away: "Be careful and change positions at any time!"
"Yes!" Madman Yang waved his hand after answering.
To the west, two dim ghost figures, one in front and one behind, walked creptly. The ghost walking in front was tall and tall, not much like a short ghost.
After easily breaking out of the Japs' loose encirclement, Madman Yang conveniently threw a grenade at each of the trio of Japs defending on both sides.
Then quickly go west and enter the green gauze tent, which has just been raided by Japanese reinforcements.
Boom. Boom.
Two violent explosions sounded in Qingsha.
Crazy Yang inserted two long magazines tied together with wires into the shell gun, and then stuck the handle into the holster.
A simple submachine gun quickly took shape, with forty rounds of ammunition in the crossed magazines!
Hang the shell gun on your waist, then take out the 38 rifle bullet bridge clip from the bullet box on your waist, pull the bolt and press the bridge into the ammunition supply port.
A bullet was loaded with a click.
Zhang Xiaodao, who was following behind, handed a short magazine of a shell gun filled with bullets to Madman Yang.
The Japanese set up guard posts in green gauze tents on both sides of the road.
The recent test easily broke through the Japanese defense line.
The seemingly foolproof defensive measures of the Japanese were just undefended displays in the eyes of Yang Chengzhi, who understood the language of birds and the passwords of the Japanese.
He felt that even a guy like Zhang Xiaodao who didn't understand bird language could sneak into the Japanese army.
There is absolutely no problem if you blend in on your own.
From another perspective, the Japanese security forces we are facing now are completely incomparable to the elite main force of the Japanese.
I originally thought that it would take some effort to find the Japanese gas bombs, but now that Zhang Xiaodao is following me, there is less trouble.
The gunshots behind him did not disappear. It seemed that Big Dog took advantage of the chaos caused by the explosion to break out. The gunfire was dense and fierce, and after less than half a minute, the gunfire became sparse.
Zhang Xiaodao recounted how he infiltrated the Japs: "I was in the eighth car at the time. If I hadn't known how to drive, I would have definitely killed the Japs driving the car and taken away the Japs' car."
"Don't brag!"
"What I said is true. The fifth and sixth vehicles of the Japanese transport team have 92 infantry cannons hanging on the backs, and the tenth vehicle is equipped with heavy mortars."
Both of them wore gas masks on their faces, and their voices could not be heard far...
on the highway.
The Japanese reinforcements on the West Road were blocked. Then, a convoy of infantry, artillery and heavy weapons arrived, and the road was crowded for a while.
The Japanese captain who followed him was busy briefly summarizing the battle with Xiong Erlian, and then looked at the map and arranged his troops.
Knowing that the road was still filled with deadly poisonous gas, the reinforcement captain had to gather his men and head east into Qingshazhang, and hurriedly detoured southward along the passage left by the previously advancing troops.
Due to the presence of poisonous gas, the blasted highway has not yet been repaired, so convoys carrying heavy firepower are temporarily unable to pass, and they can only stare at it for a while.
…
Crazy Yang and his two men lying on the ground watched a large number of Japanese soldiers pass by not far in front of them and then go away.
At the edge of the green gauze tent, which was squeezed away by countless Japanese soldiers, only a trio of Japanese soldiers on guard duty remained.
From time to time, I looked at the lights of cars on the highway in the distance and listened to the noisy screams of the Japanese coming from the other side of the highway.
I guessed in my heart that the Japanese reinforcements were not familiar with the original Japanese.
So, he decided to go directly.
The trio of Japanese security guards stared at their guarded area with wide eyes.
One of the Japanese soldiers suddenly felt a chill in his lower back. He subconsciously wanted to look back, but suddenly his neck felt chilly too, and he seemed to be unable to breathe.
It feels like I no longer need to breathe.
After falling to the ground, I finally understood what happened.
Because he saw the blood line shooting from his neck. Although the blood line was black under the moonlight, he still knew that it was a blood line.
I have seen many Chinese people stabbed to death with bayonets, but from different angles.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a tall, dark figure of an imperial soldier carrying a rifle, walking towards his companions as if no one else was watching.
The light in the green gauze tent was dim, but it was not pitch black. The moonlight in the green gauze tent that had been squeezed open shone on the ground unbridled.
Pieces of irregular moonlight scattered and illuminated the ground.
The walking figure looked eerie and strange.
The Jae's pupils, which he could no longer control, began to dilate, and the gray sky turned into pitch black.
Madman Yang held the bayonet in his hand and slowly walked towards the Japanese lying on the ground step by step.
The sound of footsteps attracted the attention of the Japanese in the middle. He turned around and asked, "Hirachuan-kun, have you grown taller?"
As the moonlight gradually illuminated that indifferent face, the Japanese realized that something was wrong.
Seeing that the other party didn't have a gun in his hand, he hesitated for a moment. Should he shout an enemy attack?
The two sides were three meters apart, and finally saw the bayonet in the opponent's hand, a black bayonet!
When he raised his gun and took aim, he found that the opponent had moved.
A flash of black flashed through the darkness in the green gauze tent like lightning, and the tip of the bayonet seemed to make a sound of breaking through the air.
With the knife in front and the man behind, the shadow ducked past the rifle that lifted up the sorghum branches.
The bayonet stabbed accurately into the enemy's neck.
As the bayonet turned, the Japanese only had a look of fear in their eyes.
The movements of the two were not small, but the Japanese on guard next to them did not move.
There was nothing he could do, he couldn't move.
Because, a dark figure crawling over from the ground was pulling out a bayonet from the Japanese waist.
An important skill in killing an enemy with a sneak attack is not to let the enemy make a sound before dying.
This is different from killing a pig. You must use one hand to clamp the opponent's neck or cover the mouth.
The methods taught by Liu Yuanqing are much more likely to make mistakes than covering the mouth and twisting the neck.
No matter how powerful one finger is, it is difficult to break a person's neck and requires skill.
Use your fingers to press the enemy's carotid sinus artery to stun the enemy in about three seconds!
The first time he used this method, Zhang Xiaodao did not dare to be careless. In his understanding, he had to stab the little devil ten or eight times to be safe!
After a while of rummaging, the three Japanese corpses were dragged deep into the green gauze tent.
The bloody smell began to spread.
Madman Yang was walking in the dark green gauze tent with Zhang Xiaodao. There seemed to be too many grenades hanging on both of them.
The Japanese infantry is equipped with four grenades as standard equipment.
These three Japs may have high status, but they hardly took part in fighting for three days in a row.
So he had a lot of grenades on him.
Passing through the enemy's outer cordon, the bloody smell began to permeate the air, and sooner or later he would be discovered by the enemy. Madman Yang did not seem nervous at all, because his pace was still neither urgent nor slow, and he did not even deliberately slow down his steps at all, but kept a slow pace. Walk forward slowly, more like taking a walk.
There is the second line of defense for the Japanese in front, and it is also the last line of defense for the Japanese advancing to the highway.
Madman Yang suddenly stopped, then pulled off the bolt of the 38-meter rifle and loaded it, pointing the muzzle at the ground casually.
Within 0.5 seconds, he could point the muzzle of the gun at any position directly ahead.
There was a sound of footsteps.
Two Japs emerged from the sorghum field that had been squeezed out of the front!
If nothing else, he should be the Japanese messenger.
The two sides are about to face each other.
At this moment, it seems that even time has stopped...
The leading Japs should have noticed Madman Yang and the two of them earlier. After getting closer, they sniffed and asked, "Strange. Why is there such a strong smell of blood?"
"This is what the battlefield smells like." The voice came from the Imperial soldier opposite the Japs, and he also spoke in the language of birds.
The two sides did not stop, and the distance continued to close.
The imperial soldiers who came were tall and tall, and the Japanese ordered the soldiers to slow down and step aside to the side of the road.
The bodies of both sides finally intertwined.
The Japanese messenger suddenly realized something was wrong. There seemed to be something stuck in his chest.
The strong smell of blood penetrates the nostrils
There was a pop, a special sound as the bayonet was drawn out of the body, followed by blood spurting out onto Madman Yang's face and body in a gas mask.
Zhang Xiaodao, who waited until the Japanese had lost his energy and stopped twitching, took out his bayonet and laughed nervously: "Have you never killed a pig before? There is so much blood on your body."
(End of chapter)
