The time is almost over, just wait for the gunshots outside the village. As long as the Japanese move, the situation of the virtual and real situation will be clear at a glance. If there are wounded soldiers in the village office, then the killing will be launched. If it is a complete Japanese soldier, it depends on whether there is a chance. The premise is to try to be as safe as possible. It is better to come here for nothing than take the risk.

With a squeak, the door of the main room opened, and a Japanese man with a single crutch slowly walked out and walked towards the toilet in the southeast corner. After a while, the Japanese man finished the convenience and walked back into the house.

Qiangzi and the blind old man looked at each other and nodded at the same time. The blind old man tightly held the single knife in his hand, Qiangzi inserted the box cannon around his waist, pushed the tunnel baffle away, and pulled the other two militia up.

At the same time, the two groups of militiamen, Xiaoquan and Wang Renyi, had drilled out of the caves of the Meng Youtian family and Genbao family, quietly opened the courtyard gate, arranged tripwire mines on the street, and blocked the access to the village entrance.

Four soldiers were lost during the day, which was not much, but for the guarding power of only one squad of thirteen Japanese soldiers, it was equivalent to reducing one-third of the troops. This made the Japanese troops in the village even more and more difficult to focus on the defense on the checkpoints at the entrances of the two villages, and the inside of the village became very empty. Of course, the Japanese would never dream of someone who would easily sneak in from the underground.

Meng Youtian, who was responsible for sending a battle signal, has now lurked more than 500 meters away from the entrance of the village. He was accompanied by three militiamen including Wei Qingshan. The role of these three people is not so much to cooperate with him, but to be prepared to run away quickly with him on his back.

The bonfire at the entrance of the village flashed, illuminating the figures of the Japanese sentry. The guy walked back and forth with his neck shrank, stomping his feet, which were numb from time to time.

Meng Youtian aimed coldly at the target. He had fully mastered the performance of the 38-large cover in his hand. The aiming baseline is long, the shooting accuracy is good, and the recoil is very small, which is easy to control and adjust. Although the bullet is insufficient, it can be compensated by transforming the bullet. Especially when shooting at night, since the ammunition is burning very well in the barrel, it will hardly produce muzzle flames and white smoke. It is very difficult for the Japanese to find his lurking position from the muzzle flames or white smoke.

"Bang hook!" Meng Youtian aimed for a long time, and when the Japanese sentry turned around, he gently pulled the machine. The gunshot was particularly harsh in the quiet night. The Japanese sentry fell down with his stomach covering.

As soon as the gunshot fell, the noise in the village began to sound, and the militia responsible for the reception behind also started to make noise. Firecrackers were exploding in the iron barrel, and they were still shooting guns at the village. The illusion of an attack was very realistic, which led to the Japanese machine guns mounted on the high room of the Li family compound also began to fire.

"Youtian, let's retreat?" Wei Qingshan urged with some concern.

"Wait for a while." Meng Youtian said in a deep voice: "The Japanese did not notice us. Moreover, at night, the Japanese had fewer troops and did not dare to come out easily. It would be safer to stay here. When the Japanese machine guns stopped, it would not be too late to retreat slowly."

Wei Qingshan nodded and signaled that the other two militia should be hidden and not move around.

The village was in a big trouble, creating favorable conditions for Qiangzi and the others in the village office. Two Japanese health soldiers ran out of the house, discussed and discussed, not knowing what happened for a moment, nor how to act. Then the Japanese with crutches also jumped out and asked loudly.

"It seems that only these three moveable Japanese men." The blind old man guessed and whispered: "If there is someone else, you should come out and see what the hell is. Let's do it!"

Qiangzi nodded, wrapped the towel around the muzzle, and touched the blind old Yuan against the wall. Dayong and Situzi held the weapon and followed closely.

"Who?" A Japanese health soldier noticed the reflection of the bayonet in Dayong's hand and immediately shouted alertly.

"Bang!" Qiangzi shot at a distance of close to him. After a slightly dull gunshot, the Japanese covered his chest and fell on his back.

With a "swoosh", the blind old Yuan shot a sleeve arrow almost at the same time, and the Japanese arm holding the gun immediately dropped. Then, the blind old Yuan jumped up, and the big knife drew a beautiful arc in the air, slashing the Japanese neck hard. As soon as the knife was pulled, the Japanese head, which was only connected to a little, drooped strangely, and blood splashed out.

Oh! The Japanese man with crutches were blocked from frightening and angry screams and fell heavily to the ground.

"Follow me." Qiangzi turned around and knocked open the door and rushed in.

A gas lamp was lit in the room, which was bright. Seven or eight Japanese wounded soldiers were lying on the big kang, and a few of them had opened their eyes. Listening to the movement outside, four killing gods suddenly rushed in, stunned them.

"Wu, wu..." Qiangzi raised his gun and shot. Amid the dull gunshots, the Japanese exclaimed and screamed in shock.

The blind old man didn't look like an old man in his sixties at this time. He stepped onto the earthen kang with his eyes as if he was about to get fire. His sword light was shining and his chopping was fierce. Every knife was taken down, and he also rushed forward, waving the bayonet, stabbing and stabbing, and a low roar was constantly splattering in his throat, splashing all over his body of blood.

Not long after, only one or two Japanese soldiers in the room fought futile and faint resistance, and were all slaughtered, and the air was filled with disgusting smell of blood.

"Retreat, retreat quickly." Qiangzi remembered Meng Youtian's instructions and fought whenever he had the opportunity, and he should fight quickly and retreat quickly, so that he should not delay the greed for spoils. While the attention of the Japanese outside was attracted outside the village, and the gunfire was mixed, they were not easy to detect their surprise attacks, so they should go into the tunnel to retreat as soon as possible.

Dayong and Situzi randomly carried several large guns standing up on the wall, grabbed a few more bullet boxes, turned around and ran out. Qiangzi went out of the house and watched the gate of the village office with a gun. The blind old man carried a single knife behind him, and used his toes to pick up the weapons of two Japanese health soldiers on the ground, carrying one in one hand, followed behind Dayong and Situzi, and ran towards the cattle shed.

The gunshots continued, real and fake, lively and noisy, covering up the killings of the village office. Qiangzi saw that everyone was gone, lit a flower, then jumped out of the tunnel, and pulled up the cover. The flower rose straight and high, with a crisp sound, and five small fireballs floated down in the extremely high place in the sky, like drooping petals separated and drooping.

"Enter the cave, retreat." Seeing the signal, Xiaoquan and Wang Renyi issued an order to their team members almost at the same time. In the village, outside the village, the meaning of retreat is to send signals. In the village, Qiangzi and his team found an opportunity to deal with the Japanese, which is even more exciting and happy.

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