As grenades from both sides exploded, the village was filled with smoke, visibility dropped, and there were plumes of smoke everywhere, which were then overturned by the next explosion, blurring the sight of both sides!

Trembling again and again, the sound of bullets cracking into the flesh one after another, a layer of ash bursting out one after another, the roof shaking again and again, the rain of mud falling from the sky, the chaos in the pit being ignited.

Grass, a gray picture.

The lieutenant felt pain all over his body. Every bone and every muscle. The sound of grenade explosions and shock waves in the air felt more and more distant. There was a small hole in his chest and back, which had been bandaged and penetrated by bullets.

His body was injured, his lungs were injured, his mouth and nose itched, blood foam kept coming out, he curled up involuntarily, and even the muscles in his head began to twitch slightly.

He hated the Eighth Route Army and hated it deeply! But at this time he could not suppress the pain in his body, his scalp was numb, the mixed sounds gradually disappeared, and tears could not help but fill his eyes!

The assistant took over the command of the lieutenant and yelled for attack in a hoarse voice. Occasionally he turned his head and found that the lieutenant had no movement. He quickly put his hand under the lieutenant's nose. Fortunately, he was still alive!

He must have fainted from the pain!

The war has been going on so far, and there is no need to rush it. The battles in every place are life-and-death.

There was not a single stabbing scene in the entire village. The Eighth Route Army's short rifle advantage was fully utilized. Obviously, the battle-hardened battalion commanders had the upper hand. The only advantage of the Japanese was their superb shooting skills. They couldn't even use grenades at close range!

The deputy brigade commander was lying on the roof and found that Hu Yi was holding the machine gun on his shoulder and seemed to be distracted: "Hey, boy, what's wrong with you?"

"Eh? It's okay."

"Both parties are mixed together, hahaha? That thing of yours is useless!" Hu Yi said with a smile that his machine gun had become a decoration.

The servant who started the fight next to him had a look of regret on his face. The gunfire below was shrouded in smoke and he couldn't see clearly! He had no chance of making a black shot.

In addition to gunshots, screams of pain could be heard from everywhere.

He Gensheng carried the box on his back, rushed out from under the eyes of the three men, and disappeared into the smoke. The shock wave of the grenade made him stagger.

There was a crouched figure lying half beside the door on the ground, howling. He Gensheng quickly stopped and turned over the figure to try to find the injured men.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Dagou also rushed out from the open courtyard door at an unknown moment, wearing a ragged hat and hanging a rifle at an angle, and followed He Gensheng's vague figure behind him.

Behind Tang Dagou, Pu Buhuan's tall figure also walked out of the door!

The wounded man was about to struggle, but was suppressed by He Gen life and death. Tang Dagou suddenly stopped and his screams seemed a bit strange.

I quickly followed him, and I saw the Japanese guy that He Gensheng was holding down! He was getting ready to bandage...

Tang Dagou pulled the gun without hesitation and pulled the bolt. With a bang, the strugglers stopped struggling and even those who were trying to save him sat down slumped.

"You're so mean! Don't you care! You damn good-for-nothing! You can't even save the devil? Are you blind!"

He Gensheng looked at Tang Dagou blankly: "If you are a human being, you have the right to live!"

"Then those people on the ground are still humans! Those are animals! You don't know what they did? How did your sister die and you completely forgot about it?"

The big dog hissed and vented amidst the rumbling explosions, until a stray bullet shot into the wall next to him, making a popping sound and splashing a cloud of dust. His face was completely excited, and he didn't care about rebirth and rushed straight in.

In the smoky smoke: "How can you miss me when you have such a good opportunity to fight the Japanese!"

So, a group of fierce generals rushed into the battlefield unstoppably.

Tang Dagou fired while moving forward, silently counting the bullets in the gun, and kept running around while pulling the bolt to shoot. Occasionally, he skillfully pressed bullets into the gun, or leaned against the wall, or lay on the ground, and occasionally performed difficult tasks.

He stepped on the wall and shot in the air.

Behind him, the tall figure Pu Buhuan held up a rifle and slowly followed Tang Dagou without any tactical movements, because Tang Dagou was performing eighteen martial arts in front and did not need to be too fast.

When Jin Buhuan fired the first shot, Tang Dagou was startled, turned around, grinned, and continued forward.

The two people kept moving forward, and rushed around the corner while the two students who were shooting at the Japanese were dumbfounded.

The two Japs who were pulling the bolt were used to firing shell guns. They hid behind the corner and were stunned when they saw the two ferocious faces that suddenly appeared with the black muzzles pointed at their foreheads.

Bang bang... He was hit in the head by a rifle, with a hole as big as a wine glass in the back of his head, and he fell backwards.

A true god should kill a god, and a Buddha should kill a Buddha if he stands in his way!

Repeatedly pulling bolts to shoot and pressing bullets, it seemed like a long time had passed. The eyes of the two people who were attacking along the wall suddenly lit up. There was no smoke and no figures in front of them. No moans of wounded soldiers could be heard behind them, only the voices of the villagers.

The gunshots were still ringing out intensively.

The two looked at each other and asked hoarsely at the same time: "Is this the end?"

"Why the hell are you trying another place?"

"How about we go poke the devil in the ass?"

"What a great idea!"

...

"The Japanese have machine guns, so we have to take a roundabout way!" Two Eighth Route Army soldiers were lying in a tunnel, with their heads lowered and their hands raised to shoot forward. Occasionally, they looked up in the gap after the machine gun bullets swept through them. In their field of vision, except for the muzzle of the machine gun,

The firelight was flashing in groups, and nothing else could be seen in the smoke. All the grenades on his body had been thrown over, and the firelight was still flickering, venting.

At this time, there was only one color between the sky and the earth, and that was gray. The machine gun bullets passed by and left behind a series of dangling circles.

This monotonous color makes countless people lose their lives and gives people a feeling of decadence.

There were too many Japs in front. Two of my six-man group had already been injured and were carried back. Only two people were left. The promised attack had to turn into a positional battle! Listening to the gunfire, the soldiers on the left and right

The students have already rushed to the front, and the two of them are suppressed here!

If only there was a grenade!

This idea has come up several times. I have thrown several grenades at the Japanese machine gun position, but every time, the Japanese machine gun will stop for a short while and then sound again!

Outside the village behind the machine gun position.

The big dog held the rifle upright and leaned against the wall. Park Buhuan was posted on the wall next to him, and the two of them were whispering.

After a while, the big dog pricked up his ears to listen to what was happening on the other side of the wall, and kept firing with his crooked handle. He turned the brim of his hat back with a grin, used force on his legs, rushed forward, and rushed out of the corner. The first person to rush was a

The Japanese who were on alert for the outside world realized something was wrong and shouted: "Quack!" It should be translated as enemy attack.

The alert Japs immediately raised their guns and pointed at the people rushing towards them, but they only had time to see a ball of fire coming out of a small black hole in front of the gray military uniform. Bang, the Japs fell back as if they had been hit by a high-speed train.

The big dog running and shooting laterally pulled out a bullet casing, pushed the bolt and loaded the bullet. He shot again at the machine gunner who was firing, then rushed forward with the gun in hand, and rolled down a small slope at the entrance of the village.

, then drag the gun and crawl away from the landing point.

At the machine gun position in front, two Japanese soldiers immediately separated and ran and shot in the direction of Tang Dagou with rifles in hand.

Suddenly, at the corner of the house where the Eighth Route Army had just dodged, he raised a rifle again and fired at the two running Japanese!

Bang! It was Park Bo-hwan who fired the gun. The angle was very strange. Because he was tall, the rifle with a flat end was aimed at the neck of the Japs close to him. After the bullet passed through the Japs' neck, the remaining force did not disappear and hit another man.

The two fell to the ground on the Japs shoulders. One stretched out his hand to press his neck, while the other howled.

Pu Buhuan suddenly took two steps forward, then turned around and pointed his rifle at a Japanese soldier with a pistol on his waist!

Bang, immediately after the gunshot, he pulled the bolt, lowered the muzzle, turned to the guy who was already lying behind the machine gun and opened fire!

The Japanese machine gunner immediately lay down on the machine gun.

The remaining two Japanese soldiers were shocked and quickly reached out to pick up the rifles lying beside them.

Bang, there was another gunshot, and the two Japs fell to the ground together!

Park Buhuan put the last bullet into the head of the Japanese who was struggling on the ground after being shot in the arm before, then pulled out a magazine and pressed it into the magazine!

Behind him, Tang Dagou's gun was still smoking.

"Why don't I take this shot, you kid will have to be beaten through holes by that Japs."

"I asked you to mind your own business, didn't you see that one shot would kill two?"

"You're so awesome. Two ghosts are not on the same line. You can fight both of them. Go ahead and trick the ghosts. No matter how fast you pull the bolt, you can't escape!"

"I owe you a favor!"

"Whatever you owe, you owe it, don't say it!"

After a long time, two figures emerged from the smoke, with big question marks above their heads: "Are you... from the Ninth Company? Aren't you staying behind as the second echelon? Why did you two... come outside the village...

"

"The village is too stuffy, come out and get some fresh air!"

"Oh? Put down the machine gun for me!"

"How shameless? How many of the Japanese in this place were beaten by you?"
Chapter completed!