Chapter 5: The innocent child (Four times)

The main function of the thunder is psychological deterrence, and the lethality requirements for explosives are not high. Therefore, the Jin-made grenade carried by the guerrillas has become the best choice. Just bury the head of the grenade into the soil, unscrew the safety cover at the back of the shank, and then pull the ignition string inside out and tie it to the roots of the artemisia or shrub, and a simple thunder can be created. The Japanese or puppet army kicked it up and will definitely be blown to pieces.

When Zhang Songling was in the 26th Route Special Forces, he followed Shi Liangcai and others to "reinforce" the positions through the positions. After coming to the Black Stone Guerrillas, he was more enthusiastic about this trick due to the supply of materials. Not only did he teach the skills he learned to his surrounding teammates without reservation, he also invented many new ways of playing without permission, such as three thunders in a string and a series of mother-child chains, etc., specifically targeting the characteristics of Japanese soldiers who like to advance in groups during combat. Influenced by him, Zhao Tianlong and other core members of the guerrilla team were also familiar with the arrangement of Jiji. At this moment, when he heard Zhang Songling's suggestion, he immediately nodded in agreement, picked up a few bundles of Jinfa grenades and jumped out of the trenches, and secretly prepared an appetizer for the Japanese and puppet troops under the cover of the night.

Their movements were very neat, and the Japanese prepared at the same time were not slow. When Zhao Tianlong's figure had just jumped back to the trenches, outside the position, the sound of heavy machine guns of chicken legs had already been heard, "Dangdangdang, Dangdangdang, Dangdangdang", the tracer bullet dragged its long tail and pounded the fortifications built by the guerrillas with great pains. From time to time, forty-eight grenades exploded on both sides of the trenches. The soil and small stones splashed several feet high, and then fell back into the trenches, smashing the soldiers' noses and faces.

"Everyone retreated immediately." Zhang Songling knew that this was the Japanese's usual way of opening the way. Without thinking, he led the surrounding guerrillas to move into the traffic ditch. "Don't fight back, the Japanese didn't come up so quickly, and the puppet army didn't have the courage to rush forward with bullets."

"Haha" A relaxed laughter sounded in the trench. Although he knew that he might not be able to leave alive, the guerrillas were still proud of the fat captain's ability to predict the ground plane first. They grabbed the rifles that were already covered with bullets, and followed Zhang Songling and Zhao Tianlong like a cat, and retreated along the traffic ditch that was cleared out. They ran more than ten meters away. Suddenly, a few familiar howlings came from the night sky. Then, the entire trench was completely swallowed up by the heat wave of metal and explosives.

Taking advantage of the experience from the previous battles, the guerrillas pressed their bodies lower, trying to avoid any part of the traffic ditch. The aftermath of the explosion was sandwiched with soil and shrapnel, sweeping across the arched spine of the last few guerrillas, making their backs so painful that they only caused a few minor abrasions on the backs of the two guerrillas. They wiped the wound with cotton stained with thick salt water, and it would not affect their participation in the battle.

"Stand here and turn back." After running for more than 30 meters without looking back, Zhang Songling suddenly stopped his steps, turned around, and shouted to all the brothers following behind him.

The guerrillas chose to obey without hesitation, turning their heads back to the direction they faced the enemy one by one, holding the rifle in their hands tightly, and the bombing continued. The high-explosive bombs fired by the 1992 infantry cannon, the small grenades fired by the 1997 mortar and the forty-eight-flavored grenades smashed from the grenade cannon, repeatedly plowing the trenches that were only more than 30 meters long. The trenches that were missed by the puppet army in front of the trenches could not withstand such violent torture, and they also exploded one after another. ""Boom,." "Boom,." The unique smoke of black gunpowder exploded soared into the air, covering the entire position in a fog.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." The monotonous and terrifying explosions continued, as if they had to turn the entire earth over before they could stop. Some of the forty-eight grenades fired from the grenade launcher penetrated the fog because their accurate head was not easy to control. They flew through the fog near the second half of the traffic ditch before they exploded in the air. The hot shrapnel flew around, cutting countless gaps into the edge of the traffic ditch. A stream of blood suddenly appeared from the temples of the warrior who was staring at the position. He was stunned and slowly fell down with a rifle.

"Xiao Liu,,,Xiao Liu,." Other nearby team members rushed to rescue, but it was too late. The guerrilla player Xiao Liu, whose head was stabbed in shrapnel, quickly stopped breathing, his eyes were always wide open, and he refused to close.

"Dispers, the Japanese artillery fire is about to be extended and fired." Zhang Songling rushed forward, pushed away the soldiers who were holding Xiao Liu's body and shouting loudly. Everyone glared at him with hatred, then reached out to smooth Xiao Liu's eyelids, and scattered away. More artillery shells and grenades fell from their heads, covering aimlessly on the grass on both sides of the traffic ditch, splashing more soil and stones. In the smoke of gunpowder, someone was unfortunately affected by shrapnel and fell silently. The brothers nearby crawled over and silently closed their eyes.

As soldiers, no one can expect eternal life. What they can do at this moment is to make their teammates walk more decently, and let the Japanese who are desperately firing shells in the distance know that not everyone in China likes to be a puppet army. No matter how well the Japanese's weapons are or how advanced the tactics are, there will always be a group of people who are unwilling to be slaves, standing in front of them one after another.

I was born and died, and I died and the country survived. Between survival and death, there is always a group of men who will choose the latter without hesitation. No matter how people look down on their efforts in the future, no matter how the unpromising younger generations misinterpret their choices today, no one can deny that they are a man when they are alive and a man when they die.

"I think it's almost done. With such a high intensity bombing, there will be no living Eighth Route Army in the trenches. If they kept hiding behind and refused to show their heads, we wouldn't be able to blow it all the way with shells." On the command car more than 500 meters away, Kanoki Kawada put down his telescope and whispered to Shirakawa Shiro.

"It's almost done, I can send a general attack signal to Ojijun. I will command the detour troops now, so as not to let any Tuba Route escape the net." Shirakawa Shiro nodded in agreement, jumped out of the command vehicle, and trotted towards another small unit that had been waiting in the dark for a long time. There were only two small teams of troops, twenty-six people, but they were all carefully selected night battle experts. As long as Shirakawa Shiro led them to detour, the Tuba Route opposite would be unable to escape.

"Good luck." Kawada Kunaki waved at Shirakawa Shiro, and then decisively issued the general attack order, "Three red signal flares, I wish Ao Yu Jun's horse success."

"Squeak,." "Squeak,." "Squeak,." Three signal flares rose quickly, illuminating half of the battlefield under the night sky as gorgeous as fire. Infantry cannons, mortars and grenade launchers stopped shooting at the same time, and the sound of heavy machine guns also stopped abruptly. The puppet soldiers who had already gathered around 150 meters away from the first trench jumped up, screaming in tears and wolves, and rushed to the edge of the trench in groups. Almost everyone's face was full of cruelty and glory.

"With such a intensive bombing, it should be almost done to kill all the Tu Eighth Route Army members."

"I deserve it, who can't see the situation clearly."

"Damn it, if they weren't stubborn, how could I go to such an unlucky place to feed mosquitoes?"

"It's better to let them all go to the eighteen levels of hell, never be reborn, and never cause trouble for Taijun again."

The puppet soldiers cursed and cursed in the most vicious language, those who made them ashamed and felt guilty were also born as men. They chose to live a life of silence, but the Tujiao Route Army insisted on standing to welcome death. Why do they think that the few broken guns in their hands could block the rolling iron hooves of the Japanese Imperial Army? Do they have no parents in their family to be filial to, and their wives and children to support them?, these stubborn and lawless idiots, how can they live so proudly, so cleanly,.

In the eyes of the leading party who is willing to be a dog for the invaders, loving their homes is definitely a crime, regardless of time or time. Therefore, while being ashamed and afraid, they must completely destroy the other party. Only by making those who love their homes spiritually and physically become criminals, and turning the people around them into their own kind, can the leading party and his disciples live happily without any guilt. Therefore, although they know that one day, they will be taken to the judgement seat of history. Perhaps, the retribution is at the next moment, and the puppet soldiers are still shouting loudly, like a group of flies that smell the smell of flesh and blood, whimpering, buzzing, buzzing, shameless, endless.

"Come on, be careful to hide." Seeing the puppet army's team was about to rush into the trenches, he secretly lurked in front of the position under the cover of the artillery just now, Eryu waved his hand and ordered the Japanese soldiers beside him to start acting. The real blade was hidden here. No matter how fierce the puppet army in the front row rushed and shouted happily, he was just a group of cannon fodders that attracted firepower. Eryu never placed his hope of breaking the position on them. I believe that the Tu Eighth Route Army on the opposite side would not.

"One small team, action." In the darkness, a Japanese lieutenant jumped up and led dozens of Japanese soldiers to stick behind the puppet army. Then, two more teams jumped up, one left and one right, quietly touching the trenches of the Tujiao Route, and the barrel in his hand reflected a cold light.
Chapter completed!