In the east of the village, a huge team was withdrawing from the village...

It seems that there is no fear of being discovered by the Japanese battlefield guard posts...

Li Xiaolian stopped and looked at Wen Wuquan who came to her for help: "...Haha, let our people be cannon fodder for you?"

"Stop talking, is Li Laosan's life worth as much as a Japanese artillery shell?" Wen Wuquan was stunned for a moment and muttered: "Hey, just let him throw a few grenades in the yard..."

"Stop dreaming! Wait until I go back to find Second Senior Brother to find out who killed my father... If it was really you who did it, this matter will never be over!"

Wen Wuquan quickly turned his attention to Xiao Hongying next to him.

Unfortunately, Xiao Hongying was pulling Li Xiaolian, looking timid and ignoring him at all...

It seems... Company Commander Ma and Company Commander Luo have not reached an agreement with Li Xiaolian at all...

Moreover, there is still the possibility of falling out at any time!

Xiao Hongying cooed at Wen Wu, and then immediately hid behind Li Xiaolian.

Wen Wuquan looked back and saw a man walking out of the village carrying a broadsword.

When I was watching the excitement, I heard someone mention that this guy seems to be called Li Laosan, and he has long arms and legs...

Girl, what does this mean?

Want me to go to him directly?

Yes, when dealing with Taoist people like these who are semi-quacks, it’s best not to be too aggressive!

Having made up his mind, he looked at Li Laosan, who was walking by with a sword on his back and a rifle. He deliberately lowered his voice and muttered: "How can Baidaomen keep the people safe? When the devil comes, you don't have to recognize the thief as your father. It's all...

These eggless things..."

When Li Laosan heard this, he was not happy: "Who are you talking about? I stand tall and dignified as a six-foot man... What are you talking about here?"

Wen Wuquan immediately curled his lips: "Six feet? You have a five-and-a-half-foot man with your surname! As soon as this little devil comes, all you can do is run away. You are nothing like the little devil with a four-foot body!"

Li Laosan clenched his fist: "You deserve a beating, don't you?"

"Hey, we saved you just now, wasn't it good? I want your boss to arrange for two people to do a favor, that is, to throw two grenades to blow up the little devil. None of your people dare to go, so what shame do you have to say that they will beat you up?

I?"

"Hey, are you playing tricks on me?"

"If you really have half a pound of meat in your crotch, then if you have the guts, come with me and beat that little devil!"

Li Laosan was stunned for a moment and gave Wen Wuquan a sharp look.

Then he ran a few steps quickly and approached Li Xiaolian who had already walked out of the village: "Junior sister, the Eighth Route Army is going to throw grenades to blow up the little Japs, how about... let me go and take a look?"

Li Xiaolian's face darkened: "You are not allowed to go anywhere today until my father's matter is clarified!"

"But, they really saved us just now, so let's treat them as a favor, and this matter will be cleared up. If we go back and find out that it was really them who did it, it won't be too late to settle the score with them!"

Li Xiaolian sneered and said: "My father has not yet been buried, and you are turning a deaf ear to my words?"

"Then...okay!" Li Laosan was discouraged.

Suddenly, he found Xiao Hongying, who was covered by Li Xiaolian, staring at him with big eyes, but a pitiful look on her face...

My heart immediately sank, this girl... is a real murderous demon!

Such a ruthless character was so unwelcome in the Eighth Route Army that he was almost expelled...

Could it be...

Are all the eight people really capable of going to heaven and earth as in the legend?

For a moment, my heart felt itchy again, and I couldn't help but want to see the difference between the Eighth Route Regular Army and the guerrillas I had seen before!

Deliberately lingering at the entrance of the village, pretending to see the injuries of the fellow apprentices lying on stretchers behind them, just waiting for Li Xiaolian and others to go away.

He ducked out of the way, reached out and grabbed Wen Wuquan, who was standing against the wall, by the front of his shirt: "How dare you say that I don't have eggs?"

Wen Wuquan had clearly seen this guy's series of actions, and what he was waiting for was his words: "My mother-in-law looks like a girl, if you have the guts, come with me!"

"Just leave, do you think I will be afraid of those Japanese ghosts!"

...

North of the village.

The sergeant is careful and prudent.

The trio of Japanese attackers chose an earthen wall that almost looked relatively intact as their target.

The reason is very simple. Even if you are attacked, at least the chance of being shot head-on is much smaller.

Using the furrows in the fields, three khaki figures crawled cautiously on the ground, finally reaching a position about thirty meters away from the northern edge of the village.

This is a very dangerous distance. Not only is it within the range of grenade throwing, but the old guerrilla sleeve can also be easily aimed and shot!

Even the hunting bows of the guerrillas can effectively kill.

However, the bow and arrow have no damage at all to the steel helmet on the head!

Since the guerrillas in the village have set up machine guns in the west.

Based on my understanding of the guerrillas, having one machine gun is considered a good strength. If there are two machine guns in the west of the village, then there should be no machine guns in the north of the village...

The Japanese superior soldier with his head lowered looked towards the village with hope... I really hope... it would be great if the guerrillas in the north of the village only had bows and arrows...

After looking at it for a while, I didn't notice anything strange.

The superior soldier immediately raised his hand and waved.

The Japanese soldier behind him, Cao Chang, let out a low voice.

The light machine gun next to him that was providing suppressive fire cover opened fire immediately!

Chug tug tug...

The crooked handle began to tremble, and a deep voice sounded.

The covering bullets flew towards the village like raindrops.

Immediately afterwards, the Tomosaka rifle, which was suppressing fire on the ground, started shooting at the suspicious target that had been expected.

Light and crisp beeping sounds sounded alternately.

Bullets whizzed towards the holes in the wall. As for whether there was anyone behind the hole...it didn't matter!

The meaning of suppression is to prevent the opponent from happily aiming and shooting at the charging warriors.

Without any hesitation, the superior soldier let out a strange cry, and jumped up from the ground almost simultaneously with the two Japanese soldiers next to him. He bent his waist without forgetting to swing his body from side to side, and charged towards the seemingly intact earth wall with all his strength!

The superior soldier could feel the machine gun bullets whizzing above his head.

If you stand up straight at this time, you will definitely be hit by bullets from behind. This kind of offensive drill has been carried out countless times.

The cooperation is so skillful that there is no need to worry at all. The machine gunner's trajectory is very stable and will never be that small. It is almost covering the attacking three people with bullets until they cover them and get close to the wall to find a bunker!

There is no fundamental counterattack!

Although the three Japanese soldiers were in a panic, they still managed to charge to the bottom of the earthen wall.

The superior soldier grasped the rifle with his right hand, stepped on his teammate's thigh that was half-kneeling against the wall with his left foot, stepped on his teammate's shoulder as a stepping stone with his right foot, and climbed directly to the top of the wall.

When he stretched out his left hand to climb on the wall, the Japanese soldier who was serving as a stepping stone on the ground stood up, supported the superior soldier's feet with his shoulders, and pushed him up the wall with all his strength.

Another Japanese soldier next to him squatted against the wall, raising his gun to warn against the wall.

When the machine gun fires.

The big dog realized the crisis and immediately lay down behind the wall.

The trajectory of the machine gun whirred on the east wall and pulled westward, shattering the fence of the poor family in the north of the village that had been tied up with branches to surround the small courtyard. You could even hear the sound of the tree flying to the ground.

A rifle bullet screeched into the room through the firing hole, hitting the wall behind him with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, another rifle bullet entered the house from another shooting hole, making another sound.

Big Dog calculated the time carefully. When another screaming bullet rushed into the room again, he immediately stood up with the butt of the gun pressed against his shoulder. He quickly put the rifle out of the shooting hole and steadily aimed at the target.

The Japs holding the rifle pulled the bolt and quickly pulled the trigger.

This time, he didn't hit the Japanese commander, let alone the Japanese machine gunner!
Chapter completed!