The towering Taihang Mountains are dotted with many primitive villages, where countless people live and thrive.
The new regiment of the Eighth Route Army lives in these villages.
There is a company stationed in Xiaohuangzhuang.
In the morning, in Xiaohuangzhuang, the squad leader of the cooking squad hurriedly ran into the courtyard of the cooking squad.
"Quick, quick, stop working. Everyone gather, the little devil is here."
There were a total of 8 people in the cooking class. They were all taken aback. They quickly stopped what they were doing and ran outside the yard to gather together.
Wang Hao stared with big confused eyes, looking at a loss.
In his previous life, he was just an unknown migrant worker. He didn't have any special hobbies. He didn't play with guns or cannons. At most, he just went fishing in his free time.
He suddenly traveled here three days ago and became a recruit who had just joined the army for three days and had no system yet. This made him really panic.
The most important thing is that their cooking class doesn’t have guns yet, so why let them go fight the little devils with kitchen knives?
This is definitely a hellish start!
Seeing them lining up, the leader of the cooking squad stood in front and said loudly: "There is no time. To make a long story short, a small group of Japanese soldiers came from outside the village.
In order to cover the transfer of the villagers, the company commander issued a death order, and everyone in the company was required to go.
Our cooking team is responsible for moving ammunition, and we must buy time for the villagers to move. Walk……"
After the squad leader finished speaking, he waved his hand and ran away with his eight cooks.
Wang Hao thought for a while, turned around and ran to the kitchen.
"Hey, hey, you brat, what are you doing?"
The monitor quickly stopped him.
"Squad leader, I want to get a kitchen knife."
"What are you doing with a kitchen knife? Our cooking team is responsible for carrying ammunition, so we don't have to deal with the kid head-on."
"oh!"
Wang Hao agreed and followed the others anxiously.
I have no choice but to feel really panicked.
Although he wanted to contribute to the fight against the Japs, he had never even been on the battlefield and couldn't even fire a gun. Even a normal person would panic.
A group of people shouted and ran to the warehouse yard. One person carried a box of ammunition and ran to the battlefield.
The man Wang Hao traveled through was in good physical condition, and he ran as fast as flying while carrying a box of grenades.
On the battlefield, the battle has not yet started. The soldiers have entered the trenches and are on standby.
The new regiment had just been formed, and the soldiers only had two soldiers with one gun, and they were all old and rotten guns. There was not a single machine gun in the whole company.
Although they have more than 120 people, twice as many as the Japs squad, they really can't defeat a Japs squad.
Wang Hao carried the grenade into the trench and placed it next to a soldier.
Wang Hao looked at the medium-sized rifle in the soldier's hand, his eyes shining.
"Damn, it's an antique! Brother, can you show me your gun?"
The soldier was leaning on the trench, sitting there with his gun in his arms, and rolled his eyes at him.
"You new recruit, do you know that a gun is the life of a revolutionary soldier?"
Wang Hao accompanied him with a smile: "Brother, I am Wang Hao from the cooking class. You show me, and next time I come to the cooking class to cook, I will secretly give you an extra steamed bun. How about it?"
When the soldier heard this, he swallowed hard.
"How long do you want to watch?"
Wang Hao stretched out a palm.
"Five minutes, okay?"
The soldier said tentatively: "Two minutes."
"make a deal."
Wang Hao picked up the gun and started looking at it. He carefully groped the gun with his hand, even more carefully than touching his wife.
As a Chinese who grew up under the red flag. In my previous life, I could only watch this stuff on TV and in movies.
Now that I'm lucky enough to hold it, I can't help but feel a little excited.
After Wang Hao finished touching it, he lay down on the trench and poked out the gun. He made an aiming motion at the pile of little Japs who were three to four hundred meters away, and tentatively pulled the trigger lightly, saying something in his mouth. There was a fake snap.
"bump……"
A gunshot shook the mountains.
As for the little devil.
As soon as Captain Tianzhong, the little devil, discovered that there was a Tuba Road in Xiaohuang Village, he immediately screamed with excitement.
He immediately organized his little devils and prepared to give a passionate pre-war speech to boost morale and capture the Tuba Road in Xiaohuangzhuang.
However, just as he was speaking passionately, a gunshot suddenly rang out on the Tubal Road.
A bullet from a medium-sized rifle pierced the void and flew toward him at a high speed, 400 meters away.
Just hear a puff.
Captain Tanaka, who was giving a passionate speech, had a hole in his eyebrow, but a large piece of flesh and blood was taken away from the back of his head by a rolling bullet.
Captain Tanaka stared at the innocent dead eyes and fell to the ground with a plop.
But on the Eighth Route Army's position, Wang Hao was stunned.
The Eighth Route Army soldier who lent him the gun was also confused.
Wang Hao was really innocent. He really just touched the trigger lightly. Unexpectedly, the gun went off.
This old antique is indeed unreliable. How can it go wrong?
Company Commander Niu heard gunshots and exploded instantly.
"Asshole, who shot this? Who shot this?"
After shouting, he ran straight towards the sound of gunfire.
"Who shot? Who shot?"
The little devil hasn't attacked yet? You just fired. Isn't this causing trouble?
Such soldiers who disobey orders must be imprisoned.
"Old Niu, stop barking, haha, come here and take a look, hurry up..."
The deputy company commander put down the telescope and shouted loudly.
Captain Niu paused and looked back at the deputy company commander.
"What's wrong?"
The deputy company commander shouted excitedly: "Come here quickly and see if the Japanese squad leader has been killed?"
Captain Niu's eyes widened, and he quickly turned back to take the telescope and started looking at it.
Through the telescope, Captain Niu saw it.
The Japanese are in chaos.
A group of little devils cried and screamed around a corpse on the ground.
"Haha, really, who did it? His marksmanship is so good."
Captain Niu smiled.
Let's not talk about disobeying orders and shooting. If you can kill a Japanese squad leader, that is a huge achievement.
Anyway, their company has never achieved such great achievements.
The most important thing is that the Japanese team leader was killed. This battle was much easier for them.
"Quickly, go check it out. Who did this? There is a sharpshooter with such good marksmanship in my company. Why didn't I know?"
But at this moment, the little devil became angry.
A Japanese squad leader angrily drew his command knife. cried hysterically.
"Bagaya Road, warriors, avenge the squad leader, rush forward, kill all these Tubal Road, kill them, kill them..."
"Quick, quick, spread out, spread out the attack, kill them all, kill them..."
"Attention the grenade team, launch them for me and kill them..."
"Machine gun crew, give me cover fire..."
The angry little devils howled and dispersed, began to howl and kill towards the Eighth Route Army.
The two grenade launchers were ready, and the shells pounded towards the position.
The two machine gun groups fired wildly at the Eighth Route Army's position as if they were free of charge.
