under fire

boom.
Gunpowder smoke was flying, sand and stones were flying, and the fire suddenly swayed to one side.

In flickering dim light.

Dust and flesh flew wildly.

Another grenade was dropped from the roof, the target was still those ghosts lying on the ground with buzzing ears and brains.

Seeing this, the activists hiding among the villagers hurriedly shouted, "Run away."

The gunshots of the puppet army firing on the roof rang out intensively.

The whizzing bullets hit the dirt roof, and clouds of dust rose up from the walls, making a chaotic puffing sound, and flying over the roof with strange screams.

The fleeing villagers rushed in front of the puppet army, a little timidly, and an activist wanted to step forward and snatch the rifle from the puppet army.

The people next to him held on tightly: "The lives of the folks are important, help the wounded and get out of here quickly, this is not the time to be brave."

A middle-aged man covered in patches shouted at the pseudo-company commander who raised his gun and aimed at the villagers: "Company commander Yang Chunlai, the east of Shenjia Village, don't let yourself go."

Although the pseudo-company commander didn't know each other, he wasn't surprised to see someone calling out his name and revealing the location of his brother-in-law's house.

Apparently, Balu has already figured out his own family's old background.

Stationed in the town on weekdays, naturally often deal with the villagers who come to the town.

It has long been heard that the Eighth Route Army went around to inquire about the old man of the Autonomous Army stationed in the town, and he also received a certificate of returning to the war.

During this period of time, the Eighth Road had a lot of trouble. First, they blatantly killed the captain of a brigade of pistols at the military headquarters of the Wei County Autonomous Army.

Followed by attacking Handan, breaking the railway, and then laying down Cheng'an County, ambushing the imperial army, and then killing the invincible armored vehicles of the imperial army.

There is even gossip that the emperor of the North China Army of the imperial army died in service, although the imperial army did not admit that such a thing happened.

It happened that someone saw the corpse of the military god who was pulled back to Wei County with his own eyes.

Moreover, the head of the autonomous army, Cheng Haibo, directly voted for the eighth route.

It is said that the deputy of the Second Regiment of the Second Brigade was also cast by the Eighth Route Army. Only the devil would know that he is in Cao Ying. Bah, is I Cao Ying?

Those Eight Routes are pervasive, and the devil knows if there are any Eight Routes spies under his command. Offending these mud legs may cost them their lives.

With a flash of thought in his mind, he quickly lowered the muzzle of the gun, and swayed the muzzle of the gun to the hand next to him without any trace.

Then he raised his gun and fired two shots at the roof, shouting deafeningly: "Hit! Hit me hard!"

The puppet soldiers from the Fourth Brigade had a tacit understanding, quickly made a gap, raised their guns high one after another, and hit the roof indiscriminately.

The puppet army machine gunners at the edge of the village quickly pulled their machine guns and hid in the darkness.

It seems that no one thought that they should outflank from both wings at this time.

"Isn't your mother exaggerating? Are you trying to hit a star?"

"Didn't you say that Balu can fly? I'll make it impossible for him to escape!" The puppet army pointed the gun directly at the dark sky, and fired another shot proudly.

Until, there was no more gunfire from the roof.

Slipping down the roof, the dirty face with no new injuries staggered with the rifle on his back, his left hand covered the wound, and his right hand held the shell gun against the wall to breathe.

Sitting against the corner of the wall, with the pistol between his knees, he took out the bullets one by one and pressed them into the drawn magazine with trembling hands.

I regret not asking Xiao Hongying for an extra spare magazine.

After thinking about it, he conveniently hung the one-second-delayed glory bomb that Liu Yuanqing asked for on his own initiative on his chest.

The puppet army is really poor, and the two guard posts on the roof only got two grenades.

Come to think of it, those puppet soldiers should not dare to embarrass the common people by firing their own fire to attract them, and they should have run away by now.

Indeed, as he expected, the villagers even helped away the wounded who were shot and survived.

There were more than a dozen corpses of villagers left on the ground, and a dozen or so arrogant devils were also lying on the ground. When shooting, they fell beside the devils and the bullet casings dripping with blood were scorching hot, and the smell of blood was permeating the air.

Dirty Face felt comfortable sitting in the dark.

The devil has not thrown a single grenade so far. Based on his feeling, his surprise attack just now should have knocked down half of the devils, and the two grenades thrown out should have had unexpected results.

It was exactly as he expected.

The rifle shot through the heads of the machine gunner and the sergeant, and the twenty rounds of the shell gun only shot six devils in the back.

The thrown grenade caused two devils' arms to be scratched by shrapnel, one devil's brain was still buzzing, and the remaining two devils were blinded by the sand raised by the explosion.
After finally wiping his eyes and crying, the target had disappeared, and a devil's first-class soldier frantically ordered the puppet soldiers to enter the village and attack.

It's a pity that there is a language barrier.

Because, that translator was very unlucky. First, his face was covered with blood and paste, and he forgot to hide, and got a bullet in his throat.

At this time, he was rolling back and forth on the ground with his neck in his arms.

It is estimated that he will not be able to die for a while, but the translation work is definitely not suitable for the time being. If he is not dead, he may not be able to do so in the future.

Shouting frantically and asking about the situation of the devils who were lying on the ground and shot in the back, it seemed that most of them could groan and move without being killed.

Sergeant Cao was killed, and four of the remaining five devils were red-eyed.

The first class soldier completely ignored the screaming companion who was shot in the back, and tore off the grenade hanging from his chest.

With a yell, the five devils dispersed into a three-person team and prepared to enter the village in an attacking formation. The two devils with injured arms dragged behind.

Hastily pulled out the bandages and dressed them indiscriminately, then took off the grenade hanging on his chest and bit out the safety pin with his teeth.

The corporal dared to enter the village because he heard that there was definitely only one attacker in the village.

When the rifle fires the muzzle does not sound, and when the muzzle fires the rifle does not sound.

At this time, he did not consider the terrain factor at all.

With a yell, the devils all stuck to the wall, and the first class soldier conveniently cracked the grenade with the insurance removed on the big wall, and then threw it into the darkness on the road into the village ahead.

boom.
Amid the violent tremors, Dirty Face, who was sitting against the wall, rushed out of the dusty darkness and fled deep into the village.

Then another grenade exploded.

There are sand and stones flying and impacting everywhere around me, and the falling nitrate is like rain.

The shock wave flew him who had just turned a wall away on the spot, followed by a large cloud of gunpowder smoke and ash.

Continuous violent impact in the air, endless flying and flying, the world is dark, as if shielded by gunpowder smoke.

Lie on the ground and shook his head, the wound hurt even more.

Holding the glorious bomb tightly, forgetting the smoke of gunpowder, and staring wide-eyed.

Prepare to wait for the devils to come up and die together.

Gunpowder smoke continues to fly, flying everywhere.

The four devils moved forward alternately, and a handshake grenade continued to be on guard.

Always keep the first three-person group, sticking to the walls on both sides of the road into the village, maintaining a loose formation.

His forehead was so tense that he was sweating, and beads of sweat glistened on his cheeks as the explosion flashed again and again.

The bayonet occasionally flashed a cold light.

Step by step, move forward carefully.

The dirty face in the dark was laughing, but he couldn't hear himself laughing.

He didn't know how far the devil was from him. If he shot at this time, with the wretchedness of the devil and puppet army, he would have absolutely no chance of surviving.

Maybe he would be stabbed to death by a devil, or he would be blown up by a devil's grenade.

I can't live, but I have the right to choose how to die!

Hehe, at least two devils were killed, and those who were shot in the back may not survive.

I have not been in the Ninth Company for a long time, and it seems that I killed more devils than I did in the six or seven years in the army.

Fighting devils is really enjoyable, and the general will inevitably die in battle. Although I am not a general, I can still be regarded as a crock pot, and the well mouth will be broken at worst.

18 years later, Lao Tzu is a hero again!
Still kill devils.

Leaning against the wall, by feeling, except for a shallow groove in the calf that seemed to be scratched by the shrapnel, his body was not scratched by the shrapnel from the grenade thrown by the devil.

Thank you Mr. Taishang
No sound of grenades was heard. It seems that the puppet soldiers did not chase after them, or maybe the puppet troops outflanked the village from both sides.

Come on, let's see if Grandpa has a chance to get another one or two today
Restoring a calm expression, he played with the pull ring of the glorious bullet with his left hand.

The right hand struggled to slowly raise the muzzle of the shell gun, and finally let the shell rest flat on his knees.

The hearing in the ear seems to be slowly returning.

It seemed to hear some sounds, maybe the friction of the devil's military boots against the sand and gravel on the ground.

The sound seemed far away, and there seemed to be no sound at all.

Maybe it's just an illusion.

Slowly squeeze the trigger with your right index finger.

The little finger of the left hand is inserted into the glory ring.
Father, mother, son is not filial and cannot die for you