Chapter 1 Oath (Six Dimensions)

In the rippling morning light, more than a dozen bandits jumped up from behind the rock like frightened rabbits, and ran backwards. Zhang Songling quickly pointed at their backs with his fingers, "Dada, dada, dada, dada", "Dada, dada, dada" Two light machine guns fired in turn, and bullets caught up with these people from behind and pushed them down one by one on the way back.

Blood and mist gushed out from the back of the deceased, leaving several strings of eye-catching red on the white hillside. Wu Tianci, who was watching the battle with a telescope, trembled suddenly, and a chilly feeling rushed straight from his heels to his scalp. He stood there for more than a minute before Li Laojiu came to his senses under loud urging and passed the Su-style telescope to the latter.

Although Li Laojiu had already used his naked eyes to roughly see the situation on the battlefield, after erecting the telescope, his arm stiffened without control. Then, as if he had remembered something, he sighed softly and slowly handed the telescope to the next waiter.

Another minute later, the two telescopes had already turned a whole circle in the hands of the officers of the independent battalion. All the people who witnessed the tragic scenes on the battlefield became more or less unnatural, and their eyes looking into the distance became more and more solemn.

It was too ruthless. Fatty Zhang was too ruthless. He actually ordered the shooting from behind and shot all the horse thieves who had already escaped. This was not in line with the style of the guerrillas. In everyone's impression, Red Beard has always been a loyal elder. Even if he was offended, he would not drive away all the enemies. But if Fatty Zhang was used to command, the Black Stone Guerrillas became a group of ferocious evil spirits. If he didn't take action, he would leave no room for action and would not give up on the spot.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Zhang Songling led two squadrons of guerrilla warriors to cross the first level up the mountain and continued to approach the second level not far away. It took a total of three and a half minutes, and the real fire exchange time was only a few dozen seconds.

Such powerful combat power obviously scared the horse thieves stationed at the second level. This time, they no longer hiding in a natural bunker made of rocks like their accomplices, and caught the guerrillas off guard. Instead, they opened fire before the sharp knife team entered the best range.

"Dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada" The light machine gun bullets made a diagonal line two or three meters away from Zhang Songling's side. Snow sprayed, blurring the view in the telescope. Then, there was a row of noisy rifle shooting sounds, including the 38th large cover, water pearls, and Liao Shisan, who was originally most familiar to the soldiers of the independent battalion, just as it was the turn of the two platoon leaders who watched the game with the telescope, immediately held their fingers tightly. Although they could not see anything at this moment, the people waiting in line urged loudly, "Hurry up, hurry up, time is up, time is up, is anyone injured? Why haven't Zhang counterattacked yet? Hurry up and bombarded with the small steel cannon, hurry up, = The surname Liu, are you fucking finished?"

"Xue, I only saw Xue Mozi." The two platoon leaders were forced to hand over the telescope, shouting loudly while dragging their hands. No one paid attention to them anymore. Everyone immediately turned their attention to the hands of the newly-geted telescope person, looked at them with a gaze, and continued to urge, "Hurry up, Fatty Zhang, Fatty Zhang, Did Fatty Zhang fire? What did you see? Tell us quickly."

Li Laojiu and Yang Sankai, who were holding a telescope in their hands, turned a deaf ear to the screams around them, staring at the snow fog on the battlefield without blinking, trying to find familiar figures from behind the fog. They saw someone in the guerrillas being injured, dyeing the snow around them red, and saw the fire snakes spurted out from the heavy machine guns, smashing the rocks where the bandits were hiding in a mess. They saw a famous bandit being shot directly from behind the rocks by heavy machine gun bullets, and sprinkling a bright red piece in the air. Finally, they saw Zhang Songling's fat body swaying somewhere next to the mountain road, and then was swallowed by the white and red fog, disappearing without a trace.

The telescope was stolen by someone else. Li Laojiu and Yang Sankai protested loudly, but no one paid attention to them. The backbone of the independent battalion squeezed into two groups next to the telescope, fearing that they would miss every moment on the battlefield.

Zhou Heicang did not participate in the looting. With the help of his battalion commander, he was able to share a 13-year telescope brought by the latter with Red Beard. Although the effect was slightly inferior to that of the Soviet telescope, fortunately no one dared to come and compete, which completely saw the latest situation on the battlefield.

He saw Zhang Songling being the focus of the Yellow Bearded Bandits and was forced to leave the mountain road to avoid the pursuit of bullets. He saw Ruyunlong leading a combat team forward to fill the seat and organize machine guns to suppress the defense. He saw Lieon picking up his rifle and knocking one of the bandits' firepower points into mute in a half-kneeling position. He saw another light machine gun in the bandit's hand being forced to terminate the shooting and quickly transfer to another hiding place on the left. Then, he saw Zhang Songling's figure suddenly jump into the telescope's camera and pushed a forty-eight-flavored grenade in from the mouth of the grenade. Then, he saw the bandits hiding in a rock exploded with a ball of flames. Red plasma and white blood clots flew up at the same time, making the world in the telescope become extremely dazzling again.

The gunshot disappeared instantly, and the pace of time suddenly became extremely slow. The limbs that were blown away by the grenades fell inch by inch as if they had no weight. Bandits who were lucky enough to have not been hit by the grenades jumped up from their hiding places, turned their heads and fled backwards, bullets chased through the guns of the guerrillas, overthrowing them one by one. Zhao Tianlong led a group forward and launched a charge. The fire support team used machine guns to cover it. The bandits at the second line of defense had collapsed. Zhang Songling refused to give up and pushed another forty-eight petals into the mouth of the grenade tube.

"Boom." The sound suddenly appeared again, impacting Zhou Heichang's eardrums. He heard his subordinates shouting loudly for Fatty Zhang, and some people cheering for Lu Yunlong happily. As for the bandits who were killed, no one sympathized with them, as if they had a deep blood hatred with the Independent Camp. The more they died, the more they felt satisfied.

"It's a good fight, I should have played like this long ago."

"Boom, keep bombarding the small steel cannons and blow them away."

In the audience, there were also a large number of independent battalions soldiers cheering for the guerrillas. Although their shouts were impossible to hear by Fatty Zhang, Ru Yunlong and others, Chief of Staff Wu Tianci was a little restless by the shouts from his feet. He looked down secretly, his face full of fear and bitterness.

"I deserve it, who is the one who claims that Huang Beard has occupied the old camp of the guerrillas?"

"This is called self-death, no one else's fault."

A few screams also came into Zhou Heikang's ears, which made him feel quite uncomfortable. The damn Fatty Zhang did it on purpose, he definitely did it on purpose. He knew he was watching from behind, so he deliberately wanted to establish his authority with the bandits under Huang Huzi. He wanted to tell the bystanders that he must not fight the guerrillas, otherwise he would have to pay the price for this delusion at any time.

The price is absolutely terrible than the bottom line of any surrounding forces. Zhou Heichang roughly estimated that from the beginning of the battle to the present, at least one platoon of people on the Yellow Beard has been ruthlessly pushed into hell. Due to the narrow mountain road, there are less than two squads of guerrillas who can really play a role in the battle. In other words, as long as twenty guerrillas are willing to stay and survive with the guerrillas, Zhang Fatty and Ru Yunlong will be enough to lead them, so that the force that spys on the guerrillas will not be worth the cost. If they insist on leaving, even the Kanto Army of the Japanese in front of them will probably be killed by them from the middle of the team, and then watch them go away.

When did the guerrillas become so powerful? Why did the yellow-bearded man become so vulnerable?! With endless surprise and confusion, Zhou Heichang continued to hold up the telescope to watch, forgetting that the telescope in his hand did not belong to him.

But Red Beard neither reminded nor urged him. Just like he had known the development of the battle situation, he leaned on the railing of the observation platform, his face full of ease and comfort. This battle was Zhang Songling's first battle after taking office as deputy captain of the guerrillas. In addition to giving some help in the terrain, he, the captain, was completely the boss. Facts proved that his choice was not wrong. The little fat man was enough to take on a great responsibility in terms of battlefield command ability and ability to deal with complex situations. In his hands, the Black Stone Guerrillas will inevitably restore their strong strength at their heyday, and may go further and create greater glory in the War of Resistance Against Japan.

"Dadadadadadadadadadadadada" Amid the clear sound of machine guns, the third level entering the mountain was like paper, and was instantly drilled through by the guerrillas. The bandits stationed behind could not hold back. They were unwilling to stay in place like lambs waiting for the guerrillas to kill. They came out of their hiding place and rushed to the fourth level to rescue. The bandits at the fourth level were also frightened by the guerrillas' terrifying combat power. They were still several hundred meters away from the guerrillas, and they shot bullets like money, as if this could scare the opponent's steps.

"Church,,." ​​A shell was dragged and roared into the sky, heading straight for the guerrillas. Zhang Songling, who was commanding the team to advance, jumped away suddenly and pressed one of his team members under him, "Boom." The 97 Type 81mm infantry shell hit a place nearly twenty meters away from Zhang Songling's original position, blew up a ball of smoke. The minions under the Yellow Beard had a powerful weapon in their hands, but they could not exert their true power at all. Instead, the morale of the guerrillas was greatly encouraged. They intercepted the artillery fire and charged towards the fourth line of defense.

The bullet hit the stone in front of the fourth line of defense, and snow foam splattered everywhere with sparks. The bandit machine gunner's vision was blocked. He jumped up angrily and held a crooked handle to shoot at the guerrillas. Zhao Tianlong raised the 38th cube without hesitation, and lifted the man with a shot. Lieon aimed at another bandit who jumped out to seek death with a blood hole in his chest.

"Boom." "Boom." The 97 81mm infantry cannon in the hands of the bandits continued to bombard, but they could no longer scare anyone. The guerrillas half-kneeled on the ground on the way forward, and used rifles to shoot fiercely at the target. They almost completely copied the Japanese tactics, aiming at the same target in groups of two or three. Although the attack range seemed to be greatly reduced, the actual effect was countless times higher than the shooting of the free-looking target. Almost every round of fire, several bandits with too high body protruding were hit by bullets, screaming and turning backwards, scaring their accomplices around them to their faces pale, and their marksmanship became increasingly inaccurate.

A bandit leader quickly ran to the fourth level, poked out half of his body, and fired at the guerrillas with a box cannon. A bloody mist floated from the shoulders of a famous guerrilla, but he did not stop moving forward. The other two guerrillas raised their guns and quickly killed the leader, scaring the bandits who rushed over one after another, and then shook them into stones and did not dare to look up.

"Grenade." Zhang Songling dragged the grenade launcher and shouted at everyone. The guerrillas who were attacking the forward pulled out the Jinzao grenade, which had already loosened the safety cover from their waists, pulled the fire string, and quickly threw it forward. Against the mountain, they could not have thrown it too far, but the continuous explosion of more than 20 meters could provide effective cover for the bomb droppers. The thick smoke from the explosion of the black gunpowder quickly rose to the sky, blocking the bandits' originally unclear vision tightly. Zhang Songling took advantage of the smoke from the grenade and quickly ran forward for more than ten steps, found a crater exploded by the infantry shells and jumped in, and placed the grenade launcher on the edge of the crater.

Xiao Batu, a Mongolian soldier in the same combat team, quickly took out the daily grenade from his backpack and filled it into the grenade port. For the past few months, he has been following Zhang Songling to learn grenade port operation skills and cooperated with his master very well. "Swoosh," the grenade sound was not loud, but it was extremely terrifying. Several bandits stationed at the fourth pass jumped up and ran away first, and then were affected by the explosion shrapnel, fell to the ground, rolling and crying.

Another group of bandits quickly ran into the position. Before they could raise their guns, they were overturned by the second grenade that had arrived in the air. The third wave of bandits who had arrived near the gate were frightened by the miserable scene in front of them. They stood there in a daze. They didn't know whether to continue moving forward or turn back. The heavy machine guns in the hands of the guerrillas quickly came to them and nailed them all to the mountain road.

"Boom." "Boom." Forty-eight-flap grenades continued to explode, causing thick smoke to boil near the fourth gate. The actual grenade launcher was replaced by the Mongolian warrior Batu. He had less than three months of training and could not reach Zhang Songling's accurate head. However, with his eyes as a pair of sheep-grenades, he threw the grenades closer to the target. The bandits behind the gate could not stand the pressure of being bombed and could not fight back. They cried and called for support. The Type 97 infantry artillery group hidden more than 100 meters behind the fourth gate had to adjust the firing angle and gritted the bullet crater where Xiaobatu was hiding.

Nearly three hundred meters away, it is difficult to hit the shells as accurately as rifles. Moreover, these bandits are reluctant to waste shells for necessary training. At critical moments, they are even more busy. Being able to hit the shells smoothly is already a super-level performance. As for whether they hit the shells or not, it depends entirely on luck.

Obviously, luck was not on their side. Two shells were shot in nowhere, not to mention blowing up the minibutu hidden in the crater, even the hairs of other guerrillas did not knock down. "Idiot, you were clamped in your head when you were born, and you had a pair of squint eyes. Next time." The bandit leader in charge of commanding the artillery jumped up in anger and pointed at his subordinates with a turtle box to curse. Suddenly, he felt a hair on his neck, turned his head and saw a black gun suddenly appearing at a position less than two hundred meters away from him.
Chapter completed!