Just as Wu Ming and others were about to approach the machine gun position, gunshots suddenly rang out in the backyard where the Japanese lived, and then there were shouts.

"Damn it." Wu Ming stomped his feet hatefully. It seemed that the guerrillas who were secretly dealing with the Japanese were sleeping with the Japanese had been exposed. "Even this is not done well, the quality of the guerrillas is really bad."

When the two Japanese on the machine gun position heard the gunshots, they immediately became alert. The bullets on the bullets pointed the black muzzle in the direction of the gunshots. Four or five Japanese men also rushed out of the hut and climbed towards the roof along the ladder.

"Can't hesitate anymore, rush up." Wu Ming suddenly pulled out his command knife, waved it, and howled in Japanese while running: "Enemy attack, everyone is on alert, ready to shoot."

The Japanese on the machine gun position listened to Wu Ming's instructions and took their place.

Several Japanese on the roof next to which the mortar was placed quickly turned the huge beam of the searchlight to the backyard. The Japanese dormitory in the backyard was already in chaos, with gunfire, Japanese and Chinese shouts and killings mixed together, and figures flashed everywhere, and they could not tell the difference between the enemy and us at all.

While shouting in Japanese, Wu Ming led his subordinates to speed up his pace and trotted towards the wooden ladder.

"Your Excellency." As soon as Wu Ming climbed onto the roof, a Japanese man ran over anxiously, "It's too messy over there, we can't find the right target at all."

Wu Ming pushed him aside with a gloomy face and scolded him, "What are you panic? As long as you persist for a while, the Imperial Army outside and the Imperial Army in China will come to support him."

"Boom", the explosion of grenades came from the backyard again. The flames lit up, reflecting Wu Ming's flashing eyes and a grim face.

At this time, the four female soldiers also climbed onto the roof and stood tacitly. The sharp bayonet on the gun was shining with cold light.

Wu Ming held the command knife and observed coldly. Seeing that his subordinates were ready, the corners of his mouth were raised, and the knife slashed down with a sharp whistle. After a muffled sound, blood sprayed high from the Japanese neck. The blood in the air was blown by the wind and fell everywhere.

"Kill." The female soldiers shouted, stabbing their respective targets one after another.

Wu Ming's samurai sword drew a series of rapid lightning in the air, shattering through the air waves and making an unpleasant and sharp roar. After a few screams, the roof was in chaos.

"Hehe, it's your turn." Wu Ming quickly picked up the heavy machine gun on the roof and quickly pointed the muzzle at the roof where the mortar was placed not far away.

"Dadadadada..." The muzzle spewed out a long tongue of flames, and dense bullets knocked the first Japanese into two pieces in the waist, and the messy internal organs scattered as the corpse fell. The Type 92 heavy machine gun, known as the Kiss of the French Girl, can fire at a rate of 450 rounds per minute. The 7:7 mm machine gun bullets penetrated the Japanese's body effortlessly, splashing blood, and when they were worn out, they also had some rotten flesh.

After a thirty round bullet board was shot, there were no living creatures on the opposite roof. Two mortars stood alone, keeping silent about the sudden bloody massacre.

"Prepare to intercept the enemies outside the hospital, come and get someone to put bullets on me." Wu Ming shouted loudly. The Type 92 heavy machine gun uses a bullet board supply system, and a shooter cannot shoot independently at all.

Shen Min threw the rifle in his hand and ran over quickly. The other three hesitated for a moment, picked up the light machine gun, and lay on the roof with blood and broken limbs.

The battle in the backyard continued, and the guerrillas took advantage of the sneak attack. They were wearing Japanese uniforms and shouting "Baga, Baga" in their mouths, but were mercilessly tyrannical. Many Japanese who were rushing to fight were inexplicably stabbed to death by them, and they were confused to see their great master Amaterasu.

Ma Yuanfang's two mullet guns were fired left and right, killing and injuring five or six Japanese soldiers, and several guerrillas were holding spears and following closely behind him to protect him.

There were fewer and fewer Japanese rushing out, hiding in the house, while the Japanese in the corner were still fighting desperately, cursing while increasing the shooting frequency.

"Let you resist stubbornly!" Zhao Sihai climbed along the wall to the window, took out a grenade and stuffed it into the eyes of the window. "Boom!" After a loud bang, Zhao Sihai quickly got up, raised his legs and kicked the shaking dormitory gate to smash, and rushed into the dusty room with several team members.

"Search me one house and one house! All those who dare to resist will be eliminated!" Ma Yuanfang shouted, "Drop the grenade first, then rush in, move quickly!"

There were only more than 30 Japanese in the Meng family compound, and the rest were either standing guard and patrolling the periphery, or assigned to the puppet army to supervise.

The Japanese who were prepared for attacks and were caught off guard did not expect to be attacked. Before their combat effectiveness was exerted, they had already suffered heavy casualties. The guerrillas yelled and searched for the Japanese in houses. There were one or two short gunmen in each group, responsible for fighting against the Japanese's desperate battles. The gunshots became increasingly rare, and the shouts of killing gradually weakened. Not long after, the last stubborn Japanese was also shot dead by the guerrillas.

Ma Yuanfang looked at the soldiers covered in smoke gathered over. It was estimated that there were no more than fifteen casualties in this battle. He even attacked with his superior forces and was even like this. He was not very satisfied with the result.

"Sihai, immediately bring the machine gun team to the roof and attack the remaining enemies hard." Ma Yuanfang said seriously: "I will take people to the front to support Wang Daxia."

"Yes." Zhao Sihai replied excitedly, waved his hand and took several team members to take the commanding heights with two machine guns.

The guerrillas, militia and the people who were responsible for restraining harassment, under the command of Zhao Laohai and others, had already shouted and firecrackers were fired around, hanging one after another in the iron barrel, so lively that it was as if a large army was coming to attack. Fan Hongfang, Wang Ying and others used cold guns to snipe the exposed enemies.

Under the urging of several Japanese devils, dozens of puppet troops rushed to the Meng family compound with shouts, trying to reinforce the Japanese in the compound and rescue their commanders.

"Dadada...", three machine guns roared, and bullets sprinkled at the enemy like raindrops. Because they were condescending, their vision was very wide. With the moonlight, they could see that the enemy rushing in front fell down like harvesting wheat, with a burst of crying and screaming.
Chapter completed!