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Chapter 397 Black egg, give me a grenade

At the entrance of the Four Lines Warehouse, the soldiers who rushed to the door first looked at the dark gate with some anxiety. It was this dark gate that swallowed the lives of more than 1 Japanese soldiers, but it was still like an invincible black hole. Not satisfied.

The Japanese now call the Sixing Warehouse the Tengu Warehouse, and people who are close to the warehouse will be swallowed by the Tengu. Even some Japanese military officers who are a little bit superstitious began to pray to their Amaterasu to save them.

"Ishida-kun, shall we go!" A thin Japanese soldier held a weapon and leaned against the potholed wall, asking in a low voice to another Japanese soldier who looked a little older beside him.

The Japanese soldier looked around, and most of the people were already leaning against the wall of the warehouse and waiting for the next attack.

"Kojima-kun, there's something wrong with the Tengu Warehouse, we'll rush in later!"

The Japanese soldiers are very nervous now. They don’t know what is going on at the Sixing Warehouse. The firepower of the warehouse has been reduced by more than half. There are only more than 20 Japanese soldiers who fell on the way to charge, and most of them were still injured. It was too easy. up.

More and more Japanese soldiers rushed to the entrance of the Sixing Warehouse, preparing to enter the Sixing Warehouse. A Japanese officer was shot in the arm, covered his arm, and squinted his eyes: "Attack!"

After hearing the order, the Japanese by the wall rushed into the warehouse in one order. At the same time, more than a dozen grenades were dropped from the second floor of the warehouse and landed at the feet of the following Japanese.

"boom!"

"boom!"

A series of explosions sounded, and the following Japanese, including the two Japanese named Kojima and Ishida, who had not yet entered the door, were hit by the grenade, and a group of people fell down.

The Japanese who rushed into the building did not meet their predecessors and lined up to be shot, but there were still two machine gun positions facing the windows and the gate, and the rest of the place was very empty, and no Chinese defenders could be seen.

"Brothers, the devil is here! Kill the devil!"

Zheng Shijue roared, and all the defenders on the first floor who could stand up got up from the ground and rushed towards the Japanese soldiers who entered the door.

Among the people who charged, there was a very special person. He had no hands, his legs were still there, and two grenades were tied to his shoulders. He rushed to the place where the Japanese were most dense without hesitation.

The Japanese soldier saw a Chinese soldier rushing over. He didn't hold a weapon, but he still raised his gun and fired. The wounded soldier was shot twice.

When the wounded soldier rushed into the Japanese crowd, he pulled the safety of the grenade with his mouth, staggered and fell to the ground.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two explosions sounded, and the soldier had disappeared, and the Japanese soldiers beside him also fell down, about 20 of them.

Some wounded soldiers put on Japanese military uniforms and lay in the middle of the pile of corpses, waiting for the Japanese to approach, holding pistols or grenades in their hands, waiting for the Japanese to approach.

"boom!"

There was another explosion in the building, and a wounded soldier rang a grenade, taking away four Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers who entered the building went crazy. Although they did not encounter a powerful firepower net, they were blocked desperately by the Chinese army.

"Devil, devil, this group of people are all devils!" A Japanese soldier saw with his own eyes a Chinese soldier on the ground suddenly stand up and rush into their crowd with a grenade.

The surrounding Japanese soldiers were blown to death before they had time to react. This soldier looked at a Chinese soldier holding a pistol in one arm not far away. Even though he was shot five or six times, he kept pulling The class couldn't help taking a few steps back, stepping back a little bit, eyes full of fear.

"Come on, little devil!"

After Zheng Shijue hacked to death three Japanese soldiers with his only remaining hand, the big knife that was originally full of gaps was completely broken, and only half of it was left, but none of the Japanese around him dared to move forward, not only that , but slowly backed away.

"Come on, devil, grandpa is here!"

Zheng Shijue yelled again, pointing at the retreating Japanese with half a big knife, but at this moment, a Japanese soldier suddenly raised his gun and fired at Zheng Shijue.

The bullet hit Battalion Commander Zheng's abdomen. Zheng Shijue frowned slightly, his body shook slightly, and he continued to shout, "Come on!"

Although the Japanese soldiers didn't know what Zheng Shijue was yelling at, they were frightened by his aura. The Japanese soldiers who shot saw that Zheng Shijue was fine, and yelled at them, staggering step by step. , backed up, and finally touched the corpse on the ground, and fell to the ground.

The Japanese soldier immediately crawled backwards with both hands and feet as if he had gone crazy.

Now the Sixing Warehouse fell into a strange calm. The machine gunner had emptied the last ammunition chain and was busy replacing it. The Japanese soldiers were caught in a dilemma.

In front of the Japanese is a group of remnants, but it is this group of people, and now the Japanese do not have any confidence to defeat them. This group of people seems to be blown down by the wind at any time, but this group of people is like a tumbler. It is impossible to defeat them.

After the battlefield became eerily quiet, a series of gunshots rang out suddenly. The machine gunner who changed the ammunition aimed his gun at the place where the crowd was densest.

The gunshots broke the eerie calm, and one after another the Japanese fell down, making the Japanese soldiers who were just about to give it a go, messed up again after seeing their companions being shot dead.

"kill!"

Zheng Shijue roared again, and walked forward step by step with firm steps, step by step, slowly walking towards the Japanese soldiers in front, facing dozens of Japanese soldiers alone, without guns, Only a broken sword.

But that's it, every time Zheng Shijue took a step forward, the Japanese soldiers took a step back, one step, one step, and finally the group of Japanese turned their heads and escaped from the Sixing Warehouse like crazy.

"Monsters, monsters, the people in the warehouse are unkillable monsters!"

A scared Japanese soldier ran out of the warehouse, lost his weapon, and fell to the ground before taking two steps. In his mind, the image of Zheng Shijue walking towards him in one step, one step at a time, appeared in his mind. Even seeing Zheng Shijue suddenly turned into a giant, the broken knife in his hand was infinitely magnified and slashed fiercely on their necks.

Japan retreated, more than 700 people attacked the Sixing Warehouse, and there were only more than 30 defenders on the first floor. They repelled the Japanese attack. It sounds unbelievable, but they did it.

The Japanese are afraid. The five consecutive days of attack have cast a shadow on the hearts of the Japanese. Now more Japanese soldiers are unwilling to approach the Sixing Warehouse. They often shoot tens of meters away. Only more than 100 people actually rushed in. People, and some of these more than 100 people were taken away by the suicide attack of the wounded soldiers, and the rest were the frightened Japanese soldiers.

Inside the warehouse, Zheng Shijue looked at the retreating Japanese soldiers. After all the Japanese soldiers had retreated, he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell back directly, falling heavily on the ground.

"battalion commander!"

A few soldiers beside him immediately rushed to Zheng Shijue's side: "Battalion Commander!"

Zheng Shijue grinned, kicked heavily, stared at the roof, loosened his grip on the big knife, and slowly turned his head to look at the soldiers beside him: "Xiao Zhou, have all the devils retreated?"

"Well, retreat, Battalion Commander, let me bandage your wound!" Zhou Heidan limped to Zheng Shijue's side, and took out a piece of cloth cut out of a Japanese military uniform from his pocket. Things were handed over.

"Yes! I will prepare two grenades later!"

"Sir!"

Zhou Heidan looked at the battalion commander. He knew what his battalion commander was going to do. He lowered his head, unwilling to take out the grenade.

While bandaging the wound with simple gauze, Zheng Shijue looked up at Zhou Heidan: "Why are you standing still, bring me the grenade!"

Zhou Heidan looked at his battalion commander and shook his head firmly: "Battlemaster, leave the devil to us to kill, and you can just treat the wound here with peace of mind!"

"Kill a fart!" Zheng Shijue hit Zhou Heidan on the head hard, pulling the wound, and after taking a breath, he looked at Zhou Heidan: "I am like this, can I still be saved? The devil is here to change it." Just two devils, go find me two grenades!"

"I do not!"

"Believe it or not, I broke you!"

Zhou Heidan looked at his battalion commander, wiped away his tears, and turned his head stubbornly: "Even if you kill me, I won't give it to you!"

"You won't give it to me, will you?" Zheng Shijue stretched out his hand while speaking, grabbed the corpse of a Japanese soldier and pulled it to him forcefully, and stretched out his hand to pull off the grenade on his waist.

However, due to the excessive range of movement, the expression on the whole person's face was a little distorted. After Zhou Heidan saw it, he immediately stretched out his hand: "Sir, you just lie down and don't move, the wound is bleeding again!"

"Zhou Heidan, your wings are stiff, right? Either give me a grenade, or I'll bleed to death right now!"

After hearing Zheng Shijue's words, Zhou Heidan took out a grenade from his pocket and handed it over while crying, Zheng Shijue finally showed a smile on his face: "That's right, it's all right, don't cry, man! , Death is not scary, it’s a pity that you didn’t go away, by the way, you still have a few grenades hidden in your arms, take them out and share them with me, I’m afraid I won’t be able to blow up a few ghosts!”

"Sir, no more, just one!"

Zheng Shijue stared at Zhou Heidan: "Just one! I've seen it all!"

Zhou Heidan took out another one: "Sir, it's gone!"

"Also, you kid hides every grenade, you are like a gold ingot!"

(End of this chapter)