boom...

The smoke of gunpowder flew, sand and stones flew, and the fire suddenly swayed to one side.

Under the shaking dim light.

The dust and flesh are flying wildly.

Another grenade was thrown from the roof, and the target was still the Japanese who were buzzing their ears and brains on the ground.

Seeing this, the activist hiding among the villagers shouted: "Run quickly..."

The puppet army fired at the roof with a dense sound.

The whistling bullets hit the dirt roof, and the walls were filled with dust, and the sound of thunder was flying across the roof.

The fleeing villagers rushed to the puppet army and were a little scared. An activist wanted to step forward and grab the rifle from the puppet army.

The person next to him pulled tightly: "The lives of the villagers are important. Hurry up and help the wounded leave here. It's not the time to show off..."

A middle-aged man covered in patches shouted at the pseudo company commander who raised his gun to aim at the villagers: "Company Commander Yang Chunlai, the east end of Shenjia Village... don't cut off your own way out..."

Although the pseudo-company commander did not know the other party, he was not surprised to see someone calling out his name and telling the location of his brother-in-law's house in one go.

Obviously, my old house was already clearly understood by the Eighth Route Army.

On weekdays, I am stationed in the town and naturally often deal with the villagers who come to the town.

I had long heard that the Eighth Route Army inquired about the old records of the autonomous army stationed in the town, and he had also received a certificate of return to the War of Resistance.

The Eighth Route Army had a lot of fun during this period. First, it openly killed a brigade of pistol captain at the Wei County Autonomous Army headquarters.

Then he fought the Hanban, broke the railway, then captured Cheng'an County, ambushed the Imperial Army, and then killed the Imperial Army's invincible armored vehicles.

There are also rumors that the Imperial Army North China Army God died of a life of unlawful life, although the Imperial Army did not admit that such a thing was happening.

But someone saw with his own eyes the body of the military god who was pulled back to Wei County.

Moreover, the leader of the autonomous army, Cheng Haibo, directly joined the Eighth Route Army.

The deputy of the Second Regiment of the Second Brigade was said to have also been sent by the Eighth Route Army. Only then did he know that he was in Cao's camp and his heart was... Bah, is I Cao's camp?

Those eight-way leader are omnipresent, and only then can they know if there are any eight-way leader spies under their command. Offending these mud legs may lead to their lives.

I thought of it lightning, so I quickly lowered the gun and slashed the gun at the hem of the next man without any trace.

He then raised the gun and shot the roof twice, and the shouting in his mouth was deafening: "Boat! Hit me hard!"

The puppet troops from the Fourth Brigade had a tacit understanding and quickly made a gap. They all raised their guns high and slammed their way towards the roof.

The puppet army machine gunner on the edge of the village quickly pulled the machine gun and hid into the darkness.

It seems that no one thought that he should encircle the two wings at this time.

"Your mother is too exaggerated, are you? Do you want to hit a star?"

"Didn't you say that the Eighth Route Army can fly? I let him get wings and can't escape!" He shot the puppet army in the dark sky proudly.

Until, there was no gunfire coming from the roof.

Sliding down the roof, his dirty face, who had no new injuries, was staggering with a rifle on his back, covered the wound with his left hand, and held the mullet gun with his right hand and panting with his wall.

Sitting down against the corner of the wall, the mullet gun was sandwiched between the knees, and his hands trembled and took out bullets one by one and one to press them into the magazine that was pulled out.

I regret not looking for Xiao Hongying for an extra backup magazine.

After thinking about it, I hung the glory bullet that I had to find Liu Yuanqing for a second delay on my chest.

The puppet army was so poor that the two guard posts on the roof only got two grenades.

I think that if I open fire and attract the people, the puppet troops should not dare to make things difficult for the people, and they should have run away at this time.

As he thought, the villagers even helped the injured who were not killed.

However, more than ten corpses of villagers were left on the ground. The arrogant Japanese also lay down a dozen. The shells that fell to the Japanese when shooting were burning and the blood was filled with heat.

The dirty face seemed comfortable to sit in the darkness.

The Japanese have not thrown a grenade until now. Based on their feelings, the Japanese have been thrown into half of the sudden attacks, and the two grenades they threw out should have had unexpected results.

It was indeed as he expected.

The rifle penetrated the machine gunner and the sergeant's heads, and twenty bullets of the mullet gun only made six Japanese guns shot in the back.

The thrown grenade caused two Japanese men to scratch their arms. One Japanese men's head was still buzzing, and the remaining two Japanese men were confused by the explosion and raised their eyes...

After finally wiping his eyes and crying, the target was gone. A Japanese soldier was singing wildly and ordered the puppet troops to enter the village to attack.

Unfortunately, I can't understand the language.

Because, the translator was very unlucky, and was covered with blood and paste, forgot to hide, and was drilled into his throat by a muffled bullet.

At this time, he was rolling back and forth on the ground with his neck in his arms.

I guess I won't die for a while, but I will definitely not be able to do the translation work for the time being... If I don't die, I guess I won't do it in the future.

He screamed wildly and asked about the situation of the Japanese who were shot on the ground and were shot in the back. It seemed that most of them could moan and move but not die.

The sergeant was killed, and four of the five remaining Japanese devils were red at this time.

The top soldier completely ignored the guns and screamed in surprise on the ground, and pulled off the grenade that was hanging on his chest.

With a shout, the five Japanese dispersed into a three-person group to form an attacking formation to prepare to enter the village. The Japanese who were injured in their arms dragged them back.

He hurriedly pulled out the bandage and bandaged it randomly, then took off the grenade hanging on his chest and bit off the safety pin with his teeth.

The top corps dared to enter the village because he heard that there was definitely only one attacker in the village.

The rifle does not sound when the rifle fires, and the rifle does not sound when the rifle fires.

At this time, he did not consider the terrain factor at all.

With a shout, the Japanese all stood close to the wall. The soldiers slapped the grenades that had been lifted off the insurance and threw them into the darkness of the road ahead into the village.

boom...

Amid the violent tremor, the dirty face sitting against the wall quickly rushed out of the dust and darkness and ran to the depths of the village.

Then another grenade exploded.

There are flying and impacts of sand and gravel everywhere, and the falling salt is like rain.

The shock wave rushed him, who had just turned a wall, and then another large area of ​​smoke and dust were covered with dust.

The air was hit violently continuously and violently, and the endless flying and flying, and the world became dark, as if it was blocked by gunpowder.

He lay on the ground and shook his head, and the wound hurt even more.

Holding the glory ball tightly, forgetting the smoke of gunpowder, widening his eyes.

Prepare to wait for the Japanese to come up and die together.

The smoke of gunpowder continues to fly, flying everywhere.

Four Japanese advance alternately, and one hand grenade keeps alert.

Always keep the first trio, sticking to the walls on both sides of the road into the village, maintaining a loose formation.

My forehead was so nervous that I sweated, and in the flash of explosions and beads of sweat shone on my cheeks.

The bayonet occasionally flashed cold lights.

Step by step and move forward carefully.

The dirty face in the dark was laughing, but he couldn't hear his laughter.

He didn't know how far the Japanese were from him. If he fired at this time, with the despicable Japanese puppet troops, he would definitely not have even a chance to live.

Maybe he would be stabbed to death by the Japanese, or maybe he would be blown open by the Japanese grenade and break his stomach.

I can't live, but I have the right to choose how to die!

Hehe, at least two Japanese killed the ghosts, and those who were shot in the back may not be able to survive.

I didn't have long been in the Ninth Company, and it seemed that there were more Japanese killed in the past six or seven years.

It is really satisfying to fight the Japanese. The general is bound to be killed. Although he is not a general, he can still be regarded as a clay pot. At worst, the wellhead can be broken.

Eighteen years later, I am another hero!

Kill the Japanese.

Facing against the wall, based on the feeling, except for the shrapnel of the calf that seemed to be scratched by shrapnel, my body was not scratched by the grenade shrapnel thrown by the Japanese.

Thanks to the Grandpa...

There was no sound of grenades. It seemed that the puppet troops did not chase after him. It might be that the puppet troops surrounded the two wings of the village.

Come on, see if my grandfather still has the chance to sweep one or two more today...

Regain your calm expression and play with the glorious pull-up ring in your left hand.

The right hand struggled to slowly raise the muzzle of the wrench gun, and finally let the wrench be placed flat on the knee.

The hearing of the ear seems to be slowly recovering.

It seemed that some sound was heard, perhaps the sound of the Japanese military boots rubbing against the ground.

The sound seemed very far away, and there seemed to be no sound at all.

Maybe...it's just an illusion.

Slowly press the trigger with the index finger of your right hand.

Put the little finger in the left hand into the glorious pulling ring...
Chapter completed!