Tang Dagou kept shooting in the distance.

Regardless of whether the Japanese lying on the ground died or not, the Japanese lying on the ground like dogs pulled the trigger one by one, shot one by one, and then shot one by one after another!

"The crazy man is still so stupid! If the Japanese devils have a living son, the big dog will be reimbursed!" Wan Zhangxi, who was next to him, curled his lips and threw the empty gun to the wounded soldier next to him, but he did not hear a voice answer.

He quickly turned his head and found that the wounded soldier was not moving: "Hey, don't scare me, you screamed so loudly..."

Habitually, he leaned over and reached out to control his breath: "Ah, is the ball dead?"

I quickly turned the brother over, and then I found that the man was shot in the neck, and his hands covering his wounds were covered with blood...

The fingers covering their necks seem to be missing...

Look carefully... The brother had a gun hole in front and behind his right neck...

The missing piece of finger... reached into the hole of the gun...

It seems like I want to block blood and pour out.

Unfortunately, where can it be blocked?

Blood was still emitting from the fingers and the hole of the gun...

Outside the village.

Wen Wuquan finally knew why Li Laosan and that brother called...

The wall they climbed over were covered with broken tiles that were blown into sharp fragments by grenades. It is estimated that when they climbed over the wall, their palms were cut open...

Seeing the two of them squatting on the ground and peeling off the Japanese's equipment, it shouldn't be a big deal,...

He took off his rifle, took out his imitation shell gun from his waist, pressed the head, then spread his legs and ran northward, and rushed towards the Japanese covering position.

The rifles in the yards on both sides immediately stopped firing.

Tang Dagou's indignant voice appeared on the roof, and he was yelling at Li Laosan and the other guy who was cleaning the battlefield: "What a fucking thing, hurry up and help the north, there are more Japanese dead there..."

Wen Wuquan didn't care whether the Japanese were dead in the distance at this time. He just wanted to get another crooked man for the platoon leader.

Three figures rushed toward the open ground one after another.

More than a dozen Japanese corpses were scattered in various positions, with blood all over the floor, so where was there a living person?

He pulled off the telescope from the hands of the Japanese sergeant and pulled up the machine gun on the ground. He was about to pick up two more rifles when the Japanese heavy machine gun bullets poured out from the west.

Wen Wuquan rolled on the spot with a machine gun in his arms and hid behind a Japanese corpse.

The Japanese heavy machine gun was still arrogant, Wen Wuquan's whole body was tense, and based on his feelings, he judged that the Japanese machine gun's ballistics were far away.

Gripping his teeth, he immediately jumped from the ground and ran back...

Unfortunately, the ballistics of the heavy machine gun that had just been pulled out followed him again...

Listening to the sound of the puffing sound on the ground, he quickly pounced on the ground.

The big dog lay on the roof and shouted: "Don't pick up those rags, run east quickly..."

I saw three figures rushing left and right and running eastward.

The big dog turned around and was about to call his subordinates to retreat. When he saw the one who had been dragged to the sun by thousands of thin men, he cursed: "I'm your ancestor of the Japanese! I'm so stupid to remember you... Brothers, don't leave now, drive all the three Japanese wounded soldiers in the west of the village before retreating..."

Three more shots were fired in the west of the village...

The two teams met with their superior Luo Fugui, and they were speechless.

The big dog has a black face and is calm. When he is a platoon leader... he seems to be quite good.

Unfortunately, I always have to have a stern face like Chief Hu...

As for the boss who is afraid of the devil, the company commander of the mule...

He didn't take it seriously at all.

Village South.

The pseudo company commander watched with his own eyes leave the village on the 70s and 80s.

Now the 20th and 30th are running eastward, and there is no more movement in the village.

After a while of confusion, he immediately ordered his subordinates to shoot violently in the village!

He kicked his platoon leader directly: "The guerrillas ran away, hurry up and enter the village..."

As for whether the guerrillas ran away or not, how could he know?

According to the habit of guerrillas, the brigade left first, and then left a part to break and block!

Now... the guerrillas that were fighting and blocking seem to have also left the village.

It seems that there should be no one in the village.

As a commander, he must give his men confidence, as for letting him enter the village, unless the sun comes out from the west!

I looked up and saw that the sun was really in the west... I can't make this vow.

The Imperial Army asked him to attack before, but he had been struggling for so long. If he did not move, the consequences would be unpredictable!

Therefore, he was gambling and had to gamble, and the guerrillas dared not stay in the village anymore.

...

West of Baliying Town.

The puppet soldiers dressed in various costumes were trotting westward.

Wu Hexiu in the middle of the team was extremely depressed because the Eighth Route Army did not enter the town at all!

Even the Eighth Route Force spies who had been staring at him in the town were missing.

The subordinates who were reconnaissance in Xiangxi have not seen any trace yet, and the subordinates who were sent to Baidaokou Town early in the morning did not send back the news.

It seems that everything is not going well!

I am a mortal enemy of the Eighth Route Army, but in the past... I am also an Eighth Route Army.

It took almost ten years to go from an unknown little person to a person who has been a member of the periphery to a powerful person who is a great person, and can determine his life and death in just one word.

I also had countless blood from my former comrades on my hands, and subconsciously wiped my hands on my clothes a few times.

The Eighth Route Army did not fall into the trap... However depressed, he seemed to feel relieved.

The gunshots in the west were very fierce. An hour ago, my elder brother asked him to come out for reinforcements and gathered for half an hour before he could gather his subordinates scattered in the town.

Now the phone cannot be reached again. Obviously, the Eighth Route Army came prepared and cut off all the telephone lines around Bali Camp!

After a little thought, I still don’t know what the Eighth Route is playing?

Due to the lack of population, the Eighth Route District has combined the four nearby counties into Binhe County.

But he knew very well what strength the division was!

Even if there is a regiment from the Eighth Route Army, he would not dare to enter Bali Camp!

The Eighth Route Army must have wanted to pull himself out of town!

The Eighth Route Army is still the same as before. What kind of enemy advances and we retreat, and we surround the site to attack the aid...

Haha, even the eighth Route Army dares to fight against the spy team with too many guns?

If my brothers want to gain a foothold on the plain, they have to beat the Eighth Route Army to make them afraid to come to this area again in the future!

It is very difficult to find these people, but this time, I just happened to catch them all in one go!

The content of thinking before and after seems to be a bit contradictory...

While thinking, a puppet army ran over on bicycles: "Reported, a large number of guerrillas appeared in the southwest, most of whom were holding hoes and spears..."

More than a thousand numbers?

It's really a group!

Haha, hoe?

...

West of the village, five miles south of the Japanese formation.

More than a thousand armed forces of all kinds, carrying hoes, spears, and big swords. Less than a quarter of the team with guns were pulling open along the ditch.

The political commissar looked at the map and shouted to a man next to him with a burly, black face with a thick round face, bright eyes, walking with wind, and speaking with a loud voice like a bronze bell: "Zhang Fei, obey the order!"

Zhang Fei's real name is Zhang Qiwang. Because of his external image and fighting wars, he looked like a tiger and was desperate, so several other company commanders in the district gave him a nickname... Zhang Fei.

Zhang Qiwang hesitated for a moment and mustered up his courage: "I said, the order was changed twice before the battle started. Hehe, I finally understood what it means to change the order every day... He only came to the independent regiment with one company commander, so you are really rude to the political commissar..."

The political commissar immediately blew his beard: "Haha, if you dare to attack the puppet troops in one squadron of the Japanese and two battalions, even if you fart, I would say it's so fragrant, do you believe it?"

"Hehe, political commissar, I'll just say that..."

"What? I feel that the company commander has been promoted to battalion commander, so I am not convinced?"

"The independent regiment is really shameless. They didn't even have a battalion. I think they wanted to take advantage of us on purpose, so they promoted the battalion commander to the Hu... Besides, he was also a bullshit staff officer... Isn't this a bullshit?"

The political commissar had just circled around Bali Camp for half a circle and twenty miles, and his face was full of fatigue: "You boy, don't be foolish with me. This time, the Ninth Camp was just helping to eliminate the reactionary Taoist armed forces, but when he came, he met Wang Taigong and his son more than a thousand, plus a battalion puppet army, plus a squadron of Japanese soldiers. Do you think if you meet him, do you dare to fight them?"
To be continued...