under fire

Chapter 672 Reputation
As soon as the words were finished, several whirling and smoking grenades were accurately thrown into the dark windows of the bungalows in the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of intensive gunshots prevented the people in the house from jumping over the wall and fleeing outside.

Boom, boom, after a few explosions, clouds of smoke suddenly burst out from the house, and with miserable screams, the attacking crowd jumped over the wall with torches, rushed into the gate and entered the courtyard, and immediately rushed into the bungalow , Eliminate the remnants of the enemy.

The attack was carried out in an orderly manner, and the sound of gunfire and explosions did not last long. With the bang bang bang bang, the strange screams of the wounded in the room stopped abruptly.

The person squatting with his hands up also fell down and turned into a corpse. The blood flowing on the ground was originally bright red, but under the light of the torch, it showed a thick darkness.

"Balu's rule is to hand in your gun and not kill him! Didn't he already surrendered? Why are you still shooting?" A voice from a torch asked.

"Your mother, you know what a fart, only a dead enemy is a good enemy!" A square-faced man was shooting at the corpses in the room one by one by the light of the torch.

In the dark, a corpse under pressure heard that it seemed to be a real thing, and hurriedly blew up the corpse: "Brother, don't shoot, we are really the national army."

"National Army?" The square-faced man hesitated for a moment: "You are the National Army. How did you come here to be a bandit? What part do you belong to?"

"The 27th Army Special Agent Battalion, ordered to lurk behind the enemy lines!" The man on the ground hurriedly removed the body from his body, still holding a 48-petal grenade that had been taken out of insurance, and said in a trembling and mournful voice: "It's really one of our own!" !"

Bang, there was a gunshot, and the fire torch who had just announced the eight-way discipline next to him fired.

"Your mother, why did you shoot again?" The square-faced man froze for a moment.

"If he is really the national army, we have already killed so many people, do you still plan to let him report back alive?"

"When I kill the enemy, you tell me about discipline, and when I plan to capture prisoners, you do it again! I hate you the most!"

"If people know that we have hit the lurking allies, we will definitely not be able to eat and have to go around. You are a fart, hurry up and don't let any one go!"

"It's true, most of the guys who are in league with the bandits are not good people, and if they kill them, they will be killed!" The square-faced man revealed a fierce look in his eyes.

In fact, both of them overestimated the new gang of bandits.

There were only a dozen friendly soldiers who sneaked in, and that was the last one just now, and most of them were really bandits who came to seek refuge.

Is it important to be innocent or not to take refuge in the bandits who attacked the compatriots after suffering an innocent disaster?

Between two people talking.

The person who was shot did not rest in peace. Before he died, he subconsciously aimed the grenade cap at the ground, and the weight of the fallen body made the grenade go off.

After the delay ended, there was another loud bang, and the room was immediately filled with gunpowder and flesh.
The two were overturned by the shock wave, and the torch fell to the ground.

The square-faced man got up dizzy and dazed, fanning the bloody smell of gunpowder smoke that filled the room.

Quickly groping around on myself, not only is there nothing missing, but also a lot of bits and pieces!

Pulling away the extra bits and pieces, he swayed and got up and sat firmly, shouting nervously into the darkness beside him: "Are you dead, kid? If you're not dead, stand up and let me see."

"I'm dying to cough and cough"

It is much easier to attack other yards.

Gunshots and explosions resounded throughout the town, and finally gradually became sporadic, but they never disappeared.

The houses in one yard were still burning, and the torches left in some yards were still shining.

In the area illuminated by the light, some people continued to howl, and those who were still hiding in the dark were trembling. Some people who were lucky enough to run around when the gunshot fired slipped into the houses in the north, and the captives were escorted to the house in the south. The square, otherwise, was all corpses in sight.

"I heard everyone in the house clearly. Put your hands behind your head and come out and surrender. When we find them, they will be treated as a rebellion and shot immediately!" The cold voice came from the darkness outside the yard, and hesitation came from From hell.

The surviving bandits raised their guns and looked in the direction of the sound outside the courtyard in fear.

The bandits had already heard clearly that the people outside were shouting that it was the Eighth Route Army. They dared not say anything else. The reputation of the Eighth Route Army was on their shoulders. Two oceans will be issued, and the gun will be confiscated at worst, which is better than losing your life.

The bandits who surrendered were escorted to the south square, without exception, holding life-saving talismans in their hands: Huixin Anti-Japanese War Certificate.

Tian Sanqi turned his attention to the playground, where the second squad leader was leading the soldiers to clean up the battlefield and wipe out the remnants of the enemy.

A group of torches set off four warning shots in the square.

There were only about twenty bandits who were caught alive, and no one was injured!
The bandits all hugged their heads and crouched in the square shivering. If there were really eight roads around, their lives might and should be saved.

Director Zhang ordered the withdrawal of the outer defense line, and the militiamen outside the city immediately dispatched to the town, all of them carrying machetes and hoes, almost half of them came in, and those with guns stayed outside the town to continue guarding.

Not long after, the soldiers who had finished cleaning the battlefield silently carried the bodies of the sacrificed comrades out of the city.

Some militiamen took over the task of collecting the corpses of the bandits.

The other part, led by the Ninth Company Bing, was shot and rushed straight into the houses in the south of the town. Now they have to gather all the people in the square.

A student soldier led several militiamen to write slogans on the wall with buckets of lime.

Some of the seized weapons were still piled up in front of the square, and all kinds of guns, knives and daggers were shining coldly.

Zhang Yi watched the soldiers of the Ninth Company skillfully leading the militiamen to drive people to the square in the small town, he hesitated for a while and did not stop them.

Tian Sanqi came in front of Zhang Yi: "Director Zhang, we have sacrificed more than ten people and injured more than 20 people. He Gensheng is arranging for treatment. Just take a look at these miscellaneous guns and distribute them to the militia."

The dozens of friendly troops who lurked over brought good guns without waiting for Tian Sanqi's order, and were replaced by the soldiers under him. It was a surprise, and the one in the bandit's den even got a Czech machine gun!The other one should also be a machine gun, but no one knows the model.

The bandit machine gunner was killed by a grenade long ago, and now no one knows what brand that gun is.

As for the short guns, Tian Sanqi doesn't know how many he has seized.
Monkey and a few soldiers were fiddling with that weird-looking machine gun. Daddy Yang looked at Monkey and said, "Hey, I've been fighting for so many years, and I've never seen this gun before!"

The student soldier next to him who was painting the wall turned his head, looked at the gun in the monkey's hand, raised his eyebrows and thought for a while before interjecting: "That's a German machine gun, what is it called Citro's saw!"

"Saw? You fucking know how to talk. Do you really know each other?" Monkey's eyes lit up.

"I saw it in the newspapers. The bullets used are the same type as the Czech machine gun. It is said that it is the latest German improved model. It can use drums or belts, and it can be fed from both directions. However, this gun is not It should be here."

Monkey doesn't care if you should show up or not. Seeing the student soldier continue to write on the wall, he thought for a while and asked, "Boy, are you interested in coming to our class?"

The student soldier turned his head and smiled: "Hey, I don't care what I say, and I have to agree with Lao Qin."

"Old Qin?" As soon as Lao Qin was mentioned, the monkey immediately froze. After rolling his eyes around, he quickly cheered up.
Several piles of fire were burning nearby.

Director Zhang watched more and more bandits and their family members being escorted to the square. There were nearly a thousand gangsters, and he was taken aback. This matter is not easy to handle!
For a while, children were crying and whispering.

But it didn't bother Director Zhang. Seeing that there were not many people brought into the square, he cleared his throat and said, "Be quiet, folks, we are the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, and we were ordered to suppress the bandits tonight. They were wiped out by us, and things have come to this point, I hope you understand the policy of our Eighth Route Army.”

Director Zhang talked about a policy, then paused: "I also understand your situation, we welcome those who are willing to fight devils with us, and we will not force those who are unwilling. I just hope that everyone should understand one truth, we are all Chinese. People, the devil is our enemy, he robbed our food, occupied our land, and humiliated our sisters, whoever will work for tigers in the future will definitely end up like those bandits who were wiped out."

When Tian Sanqi brought people in, when he attacked the bandits in the village office, no one was left alive.

Zhang Yi walked up to the bandits on the side: "I heard that you have just arrived here. Some of you may not have blood from your compatriots on your hands. We will give you a chance to repent. Now, put your name and origin Report it, and that's the end of this matter!"

A fighter starts registering immediately.

Zhang Yi continued: "You may not know that just last year, Ma Dabangzi actually attacked unarmed ordinary people. It is absolutely impossible for our Eighth Route Army to let such a person live in this world. You came here, and we can let you go home. , You can also go to the nearby gun tower to report to the devils, but if any of you continue to do things for the devils and we find out, then don’t blame us for not being sympathetic!”

"Hey, we have been robbing the rich and helping the poor. The people in the south are starving to death. We have no choice. Can I also join the Eighth Route Army?" A bandit stood up with his hands raised.

Director Zhang nodded: "Of course you are welcome, but we have to investigate your past, do you have any objection?"

"Hey, you sent people to contact us, but last year you all ran away from the Eighth Route Army, and I couldn't find you. We are not familiar with the mountains, and the devils are strictly guarded against them. Well, I will join the Eighth Route Army today."

In the darkness, with a pair of eyes staring at the square, Cao Shangfei finally determined that the eight-way team that led people to kill more than 20 of his brothers was definitely the leader of the tall talking person.

The muzzle of the rifle was aimed at the tall figure who was speaking.

At about 100 meters, Flying on the grass held his breath.

　Regarding the model and origin of the MG machine gun, I will talk about it slowly later. Those who are interested can search for the history of Jewish preparations to establish a state in Harbin, the capital of the black province of the three eastern provinces, and the development history of Harbin.
　　
　
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