Madman Yang, wearing a gas mask with half-squinted eyes, lay motionless among the sorghum beside the road.
The Japanese rifle artillery fired and the ground shook, causing the restless blood in his veins to slowly boil.
His right hand tightly grasped the "forty-ring" speed switch stuck in the holster.
The Japanese infantry and artillery positions were not the target of this trip.
The key point is to blow up the Japs' heavy mortars that can fire poison gas bombs.
The Japanese infantry artillery did not stop and kept firing shells at the gun tower position.
After waiting for a long time, I felt that the stars in front of me were not shining so brightly, so I stuck my head out and looked towards the south of the highway.
There was a long line of cars heading north, and I counted them one by one in my heart.
The car that was overturned by a large landmine was lying on the road.
Block the highway directly.
Many Japanese engineers wearing poisonous masks were busy shoveling dirt on the ground next to the car.
It seems that they are preparing to pave a simple road directly next to the cars blocking the highway.
Yang Chengzhi doesn't believe in miracles, so he doesn't believe that all the gas bombs in the car that was overturned by a landmine and carrying poison gas bombs exploded.
Zhang Xiaodao said that the car that rolled over on its side was the one equipped with heavy mortar gas bombs.
The car didn't catch fire, so he thought he should give the Japanese another hard blow.
Previously, only two sounds were heard from the three electrically activated mines Li Xiang buried.
In other words, there is still one that has not detonated!
Time is passing, it seems like a long time, but it feels like just a moment.
Two Japanese men wearing gas masks were running southward along the road, and they seemed to be going south to deliver a message.
Yang Chengzhi suddenly turned his head and shouted to Zhang Xiaodao: "Cover me!"
Immediately, he threw the submachine gun behind him and picked up the 38-gauge rifle next to him.
After the two Japs run past, immediately emerge from the darkness and follow directly behind the two Japs to the south.
It is better to live than to die. It is a lie to say that you are not afraid of death.
Of course, there are exceptions. Some people who commit suicide are not afraid of death, but for some reason, they may feel that they will endure endless pain while alive.
Soldiers are different. They have seen a lot of life and death on the battlefield, and they feel that death is just that.
It just depends on whether it's worth it.
Yang Chengzhi believed that he had not yet had the consciousness to blow up the Japanese gas bombs to reduce the casualties on the Eighth Route Army.
He just thought that if the Japanese gas bombs could be blown up, deadly poisonous gas would spread everywhere, and the Japanese in this area would definitely have a hard time.
The leather shoes under the short legs of the two Japanese soldiers made a thumping sound on the ground.
Yang Chengzhi, who is tall and powerful, followed step by step without haste or delay.
As casual as taking a walk.
Perhaps they felt that the road where the core area of the Imperial Army was located was safe.
The two devils had no intention of turning back, and they had no idea that a ghostly god of murder was following behind them.
A short road, dim moonlight.
There is endless darkness on both sides of the road that cannot be seen far away. In the darkness, the Japanese guard posts should be holding on to their posts at this time.
The Japanese engineers ahead were already leveling the road that emerged from the green gauze tents.
It seems that the temporary sidewalk is about to be completed.
Perhaps he really had a sixth sense, but a Japanese soldier who was approaching the construction site suddenly turned around.
I only saw a chest in front of me. There seemed to be no such tall person in Xiong Erlian's team, right?
He quickly looked up, trying to see what this guy looked like.
Unfortunately, I only saw one. Pig mouth gas mask
Then he saw a flash of light in the darkness.
Poof
Judging from the feeling, it is a bayonet, a black bayonet.
He was sure the feeling was correct. He had been stabbed in a bayonet fight with the Eighth Route Army before!
That time, he was stabbed in the thigh. This time, he was stabbed in the neck.
The bayonet came at an angle and directly cut the throat.
The bayonet moved quickly in and out, giving the Japanese who turned back no chance to scream in agony.
The companion next to him fell to the ground and struggled. The other Japanese soldier noticed something unusual and turned his head sharply.
A big hand just pinched his neck from the side.
The shadow that sneaked up on him, with the power of its forward thrust, actually lifted the devil's body off the ground.
The throat cracked and broke.
A bayonet stabbed directly from the Japanese's back to his heart, and everything he passed was cold.
The severe pain made the devil's mouth open, unable to make any sound.
Taking his left hand away from the bayonet, he took off the two grenades from the Japs' chest like they were swinging them, and hung them one by one on his chest.
Then he pulled out the bayonet from the prisoner's body and threw the still twitching prisoner to the ground.
In front of me, there is a mass of Japanese soldiers busy at work.
Among the Japanese engineers and soldiers who were digging with shovels and pickaxes, no one noticed the messenger who came over, except for one.
The sound of the messenger's leather shoes trotting could be heard, thumping on the dirt road.
Wearing gas masks is not a strange thing, the engineers and soldiers were all wearing them at this time.
Wearing that thing suffered. If the lieutenant hadn't ordered the Japanese to absolutely not take off the gas masks on their heads, it is estimated that the Japanese engineers would rather breathe poisonous gas than wear the airtight gas masks all the time.
The flashes of shelling from the north flashed from time to time, and the only thing that could be seen clearly was the staggeringly tall imperial soldier carrying a rifle.
The khaki military uniform seems a bit short?
Bang bang bang.
Yang Chengzhi raised the rifle without hesitation and put the holster on his shoulder.
He rushed towards the Japanese engineer, raised his gun, and aimed at the Japanese who put down his shovel and was stunned.
Bah bah bah bah bah…
With each shot, the muzzle jumped violently and then snapped back.
Large groups of flashes suddenly sounded
The bullet casing swirled in the air and fell. After landing, it turned over slightly and stopped moving.
There were more than thirty Japanese engineers and soldiers. After hearing the gunfire, they did not turn around and run immediately like the national army.
Instead, several Japanese soldiers rushed towards Yang Chengzhi: "Baga!"
The shell gun has poor accuracy, but its failure rate is not high.
Every time a shot is fired, two bullets are fired one after another.
Two bullets, one high and one low, flew ferociously toward the Japanese's chest and abdomen.
Arrogantly, he got into the bodies of the Japanese and began to wreak havoc in the muscles and internal organs.
In other words, as long as Yang Chengzhi is listed as a target, there is a high probability that he will be shot twice.
However, Yang Chengzhi believes that there is too little time left for himself.
Because as soon as a shot was fired from this position, the Japs hiding in the green gauze tent and on guard, as well as the Japs on the north-south highway, would definitely rush to the scene as soon as possible.
The Japanese hiding in the green gauze tent from the east and west will also come immediately.
The tongues of flame produced by the continuous firing of the two muzzles shone miserably.
Time and time again, the simple road is illuminated like a solitary grave under the moon, making people feel chilling and weird.
One's battle scenes are still noisy.
The sound of bullets hitting flesh, the heart-rending screams after being shot, and the roar of falling to the ground.
In the darkness under the moon, black blood spattered, and the Japanese engineers with quick reactions dropped their tools and ran around in panic.
Some rushed to the side of the road desperately, trying to get the rifles that were set up in a gun cluster.
Damn darkness!
A dense barrage of gunfire was heard.
A Japanese guard in the north ran to the construction site where the road was being repaired in panic to check.
Without warning, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the green gauze tent next to him.
A bullet hit his shaking head in the temple
