under fire

Chapter 1631 Defeat Each One

Open land in the south of the village.

The smoke is not yet gone.

The moonlight is hazy.

More than ten torches slowly appeared.

Onizuka Ryuji, who stayed in the ditch and pretended to be dead, was constantly experiencing heartbreaking pain in his thighs, and he tried his best to hold back his moans.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer in the open field accompanied by the shouts of Tuba Road.

Based on many years of battlefield experience, he judged that the opponent should be more than a hundred meters away from his current position.

Inexplicable excitement suddenly arose in my heart, and I moved my rusty body cautiously, and slowly removed the safety pin of the grenade placed next to my head.

Just hit the helmet once, and in a few seconds, those despicable rebels will be eliminated.

The time left for me to stay in this world has begun to count down.

Savor your life carefully.

He studied hard since he was a child, and went fishing with his father in his spare time.

From elementary school to middle school, after graduating from middle school, he was drafted into the army.

The father hurriedly borrowed money and finally married the youngest daughter of a butcher's family in the town the day before entering the army for training.

On the wedding night, the butcher's daughter quickly guided him to become a man.

That feeling of ecstasy could never be found in those comfort fish-like women from the peninsula.

He will be loyal to the emperor, and the honor will be reserved for his cheap son.

Three years and six months after joining the army, any fool would know that his wife wrote a letter saying that the son she gave birth to was not hers.

None of this is important. What is important is that his son's last name is Onizuka.

The sound of gunfire in the east came incessantly.

The heartbreaking pain in his thigh seemed to disappear, and Onizuka began to regain his mind.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, accompanied by the voice of Tubalu.

The other party is very wary.

Holding the grenade with the safety removed.

I kept praying in my heart that there would be more Tubalu coming.

boom.

Although I couldn't understand what those eight people who came over said.

But long years of combat experience told him that this group of eight soldiers sweeping the battlefield did not seem to be as sergeant-cao said as they saw the imperial army's high-end equipment and forgot to be vigilant.

There were even occasional gunshots.

Tubalu seems to be refilling the wounded imperial warrior?

Suddenly, his resentment towards Tubal Road deepened. According to the Geneva Convention, shouldn't wounded and captured soldiers be treated as prisoners of war?

The act of killing prisoners should be condemned and despised!

As his mind fluctuated, the distance between him and her was getting closer and closer, now less than ten meters away.

At this point, you can probably do it by knocking off the hood and throwing the grenade.

But not many people came over from the other side, so it was a pity to waste a grenade.

To throw or not to throw?

Wait a little longer, wait for them to replenish their guns, and then blow them up.

Gunfire suddenly flashed in the darkness.

boom.

Onizuka suddenly felt as if his head had been hit by a high-speed train.

Immediately, severe pain occurred on the right side of his face.

A soldier in the trench suddenly shouted: "Squad leader, there is a living person here!"

"Damn, you have to make sure the target is dead before you go forward, do you understand?" The squad leader who led the team to clean up the battlefield waved the grenade he broke off from Onizuka's hand, and then quickly inserted the safety pin of the grenade.

"Tsk, tsk. This devil was shot in the head, but he didn't die?"

"Then you should do a good deed and send him back to his hometown."

"The political commissar said that killing prisoners on the battlefield will be punished!"

"Didn't you see that he was still holding the grenade with the safety pin removed?" the squad leader slapped him.

"But, he doesn't have a grenade in his hand now." The soldier was unwilling to take action and muttered in a low voice: "Squad leader, I heard that if you capture a Japanese prisoner, you will get the opportunity to wear a big red flower."

"Damn it, did you tell me about Bodhisattva's compassion on the battlefield?" The squad leader sternly lectured: "Have you forgotten how cruel the little devils were to our fellow villagers? They massacred one village after another!"

"I don't care what you say, killing prisoners just won't do."

"Haha, you have only been in Jiuying for a few days, and you dare to compete with me?"

"Our Eighth Route Army has three disciplines and eight attentions. Even if you talk about breaking the sky, you are still violating discipline." "Hey, your wings are stiff? Okay, then you stay here to guard the prisoners."

"If you stay, stay!" This stubborn guy from the district followed.

"This damn bastard is really pissing me off." The squad leader decided not to care about this guy anymore, and turned to the other soldiers and warned: "Please search carefully for me to prevent those little devils who are still alive from playing dirty tricks."

The words are not finished yet.

Poof

Bones.

The black object thrown diagonally landed accurately among the crowd cleaning the battlefield.

"Be careful..." The soldier on guard saw clearly that the dark rolling thing under the torch was a grenade, and he yelled: "Grenade. Concealed."

When the people cleaning the battlefield heard the sound, they immediately threw themselves down and rolled to find cover away from where the grenades landed.

The soldier who discovered the grenade had quick eyes and quick feet. When the grenade hit the ground, he took two steps directly on the spot, raised his calf, and kicked the grenade spinning on the ground away.

Impartially, the grenade was thrown back to the hiding place of the Japanese who threw the grenade.

The soldier who kicked the grenade away immediately fell to the side and crossed his arms to hold his head.

One second later.

boom.

The grenade exploded in the ditch, accompanied by the screams of the Japanese.

The dust-covered soldier stood up from the ground and said, "Hey, you are playing tricks on me."

"Hey, you stinky juggler, if the Japanese grenade is thrown with delay, it will explode when kicked."

"What are you afraid of? Even if I die, it's better than everyone being served in the same pot." The juggling warrior sat on the ground and changed his feet and shouted: "Ouch!"

The feet wearing cloth shoes kicked away the grenades, and the insteps were in excruciating pain.

east.

In the moonlit ditch.

Liu Yuanqing put down the phone, turned to look at Wang Shun who kept yelling next to him, and said in a calm tone: "Brother Wang Shun."

"Yes! Sir, please give me your instructions?"

"How about it? The puppet army didn't let you down, right?"

Wang Shun was so excited that he rubbed his hands together, and his tone became trembling because of the excitement: "These damn puppet soldiers usually run rampant in all the villages and towns, but today they have all turned into soft-legged shrimps."

"What the hell are you still doing? Seize the time to clean up the battlefield and pursue us while the iron is hot." After Liu Yuanqing finished speaking, Wang Shun in the trench turned around on the spot and yelled at his subordinates to make arrangements.

Seeing the corpses of the puppet soldiers scattered in the open space, Wang Shun's men who were cleaning the battlefield were already happy.

I have had enough of the bullying from these puppet soldiers on weekdays, and I don't even bother to care about the life or death of the injured puppet soldiers.

"Baye, please spare your life. I am a young man who is above me and I am my boss." Seeing that the bayonet was about to be inserted into his chest, a certain puppet soldier who was pretending to be dead cried out quickly.

"Be honest. If anyone dares to move, I will blow his head off." Faced with the puppet soldiers begging for mercy in the darkness, there were shouts everywhere, picking up guns, pulling bullet belts, and searching through pockets.

Liu Yuanqing, who was not far away, heard a dark line. These soldiers did not even clear the potential dangers before cleaning the battlefield.

However, the spirit of not being afraid of death is commendable!

Fortunately, the puppet soldiers who raised their hands and surrendered really didn't have the kind of toughness to fear death. They started to gather the prisoners who were unable to escape due to the near miss.

The group of shadows responsible for the pursuit dispersed, maintaining formation in pursuit in the moonlit night.

How can a cat running away with its waist outrun its pursuer with its waist straight?

Physical fitness is different. Some are fast, some are slow, and some even run off track.

When facing danger and escaping, most people will not run around. Instead, the puppet soldiers who are accustomed to escaping in groups begin to divide into small groups based on physical fitness.

Seeing the black figure running ahead, the panting pursuer screamed at the top of his lungs: "Stop, if anyone runs again, I'll shoot."

"Damn it, I don't believe you can run faster than a rabbit. You can also run faster than my gun." The gun was fired indiscriminately amid the shouting.

Bang. Bang bang bang.

Hearing the sound of shots fired by pursuers behind and to the left and right, the small group of escaping black figures immediately fell to the ground.

In fact, no one was shot.

Faced with the gunshots chasing after him, and hearing the sound of bullets whizzing above and around him, the escapees were frightened to death.

The puppet troops have received professional military training from the Japanese and know very well that during the "retreat", there should be a team to break up the echelons and block the rear.

Unfortunately, gunshots were fired everywhere, and the team originally responsible for blocking the attack was dispersed long ago.

At this time, judging from the sound of gunshots fired from behind, the pursuit is getting closer and closer. Now, the best way is to leave a few people behind and fight hard to break up the rear.

The puppet army is the puppet army. Whoever is asked to fight will do it?

Because they were trained by the imperial army, the puppet soldiers knew that no matter how fast they ran, they were not as fast as a gun!

So a dozen black figures fell to the ground collectively and muttered for a while. In the end, they did not choose to fight, but raised their rifles horizontally above their heads to express surrender.

Although everyone is in different camps, at least the Eighth Route Army has always kept its promise to surrender guns and not kill, and its reputation is not bad. If you are a prisoner, you will suffer a little punishment at most, but you will not lose your life.

The leading squad leader shouted in a low voice: "Kneel down for me, don't let Master Ba find an excuse to shoot."

"Don't worry, I'm better than kneeling to my parents this time!"

The neatly arranged puppet troops watched with apprehension as the chasing team with guns drawn got closer and closer.

There seems to be someone familiar?

A certain puppet soldier was overjoyed and shouted at the top of his voice: "Wang Cheng? I am your eldest cousin."