The country is broken

Perhaps the Japanese devils have tasted the bitterness of the Eighth Route Army's guerrilla warfare, especially the harassment of the armed forces, and they have followed suit by sending capable teams to invade the anti-Japanese revolutionary base areas for harassment and warfare.

Obviously, it was such a small team that Li Wei ran into, and the equipment was very good.

The village in front of me had obviously just been occupied by this group of Japanese devils. The intensity of the gunfire showed that it was not a large group of enemies, but a small group of enemies. will be found out.

Li Wei also heard sporadic shots of resistance as he approached, indicating that there was a certain amount of resistance in the village.

Li Wei analyzed the gunshots and got a little idea. The Japanese devils consisted of about a dozen people, with two light machine guns and no mortars. The resisters had three rifles and one shell gun. Li Wei was not alone. struggle. [

Li Wei wouldn't just rush forward and shout for killing, that's purely courting death, he slowly lurks to the edge of the village to carefully observe the situation in the village.

Through the flames on the burning houses, Li Wei could see that the village was not very big, there were only about [-] households.

Most of the people in the village were surrounded by Japanese devils with bayonets in a yard, and a machine gun was staring at them. Perhaps they were still worried about resisters, so they didn't start the massacre.

The resisters were scattered and surrounded by six or seven devils and lived in a cowshed, and the Japanese devil soldiers were not in a hurry to attack. Perhaps from the pistols among the resisting guns, they guessed that there were people with unusual identities in the besieged eight roads. People, the Japanese devils suppressed the opponent with cold guns from time to time, and waited for the opponent to exhaust their energy before surrounding them, intending to capture the besieged people alive.

Apparently these Japanese devil soldiers were extremely rich in fighting experience. In this kind of dark night and high wind and extremely cold winter night, this was very detrimental to the besieged, if they could not get food supplies.I'm afraid it only takes a dozen hours, enough for the resisters to lose energy to maintain body temperature and be frozen to death.

The reflection of the snow at night is very obvious, which means that Li Wei can't act casually. He can only lurk in the shadow of the fire, waiting for the opportunity to find a fighter. Fortunately, the ground is frozen hard, and there will be no cracking ice when stepping on it. Crack.

As for where to start first, it was really difficult for Li Wei to decide.There are unarmed ordinary people on one side, and resisters on the other. He is only one person. If he makes a wrong decision, either the ordinary people will be massacred, or the only remaining resister will be wiped out, leaving him alone to fight against the enemy.

With the help of the brief visual confusion caused by the flames and darkness, Li Wei quietly drew out the fighting thorns on his back, and approached the Japanese soldiers surrounding the common people.

"Takeda-san, come and have a drink!" A Japanese soldier passed and threw a delicate wine jug.

"Hi. Thank you!" Takeda Hisashiro reached out to catch the aluminum flagon.

Unscrew the lid, and a strong aroma of wine comes out.

"Yoxi, what a good wine!" The night was bitingly cold.It is heaven to have a sip of spirits, Takeda Kyujiro swallowed a sip of wine, belched out a strong smell of alcohol, a fireball burned in his stomach, and the plundered Chinese Erguotou brought him more enjoy.

Takeda Kyujiro narrowed his eyes, straightened his waist, and leaned back against the stake behind him again, his wolf-like eyes swept towards the villagers who gathered together shivering from the cold, as if looking at a group of slaughtered lambs Same.

Takeda Kyujiro continued to throw the jug to the next soldier, and the jug was being passed around.The besieged people huddled together with fear in their hearts, expecting a miracle to happen.

No one noticed that a shadow stretched behind Takeda Hisashiro strangely. Takeda Hisashiro was shocked suddenly, his expression seemed to be frozen, his eyes widened, and his whole body was stiff.

Li Wei quickly pulled out the fighting thorn from the back of Takeda Jiujiro's head, and supported his body strongly with one hand.He continued to lean on the stake, but no one noticed that he had quietly passed away.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Li Wei quietly retreated into the darkness like a civet, looking for the next hunting target.

Behind Li Wei, the Japanese devils on the outskirts of the village, who were used as mobile sentries, seemed to be lazily leaning against the broken wall, with their backs to the village and looking out of the village. However, a big gash was opened on his neck, and the blood had already solidified and frozen , The body was frozen as solid as ice.

Chang Cheng, a soldier of the Eighth Route Army, was leaning on the side of a thick wall of the cowshed, holding his rifle tightly, and the cold wind was blowing, but he didn't feel the chill at all. [

Boom! ~

One shot opened a hole in the cotton hat on Chang Cheng's head, and a few snow-white cotton flowers exploded. Chang Cheng dodged to the side and at the same time raised his gun to shoot back. He immediately hid, and the whistling son cut off a few broken tiles in the distance, and just sprinkled a few drops of bright red on the place where the Japanese devils were relying on. Chang Cheng's shot only wounded the opponent, but failed to kill him.

This time, Chang Cheng followed the division commander to take office in the first division. Unexpectedly, he was attacked by a Japanese devil squad in the village where he was staying. In order to cover the leadership, he not only sacrificed three comrades in arms, but one comrade was dying, but he still failed to evacuate. , Trapped in this bullpen, including the division commander and a wounded person, there are only five people left alive.

Chang Cheng glanced back, and Situ Yi, the division commander who was crouching in the cowshed and clutching the pistol tightly, stared at the Japanese devils outside with piercing eyes. When he realized that Chang Cheng was looking at him, he smiled and handed out a Encouraging glances.

The soldiers defending in another corner of the bullpen also smiled optimistically at Chang Cheng. Death was nothing to them. From the day they joined the revolutionary team, their lives did not belong to them.

Chang Cheng swallowed his saliva, cheered up and continued to search for opportunities.

No one noticed that a third party had already quietly sneaked into the battlefield, drastically changing the fate of both parties.

Perhaps some Japanese soldiers were injured. The captain of this team, Second Lieutenant Kameda Nobunaga, couldn't bear it any longer. He quickly ordered the machine gunners around him to shoot at the cowshed. The cattle and the cowshed are also extremely solid, especially in the severe cold in winter. They only punched pieces of permafrost on the roof and walls of the cowshed, but they couldn't do anything to the remaining Eighth Route Army.

The fighting power of this group of Eighth Routes is extraordinary. Second Lieutenant Kameda Nobunaga rolled his eyes, waved his hand, and shouted for the light machine guns monitoring the surrounded villagers to come to support them, and prepared to end the battle as soon as possible with crossfire from both sides. After all, they were under the control of the Eighth Route Army. The longer the delay, the easier it is to expose their whereabouts and attract the encirclement and suppression of large troops of the Eighth Route Army.

The Devil's machine gunner, carrying a machine gun, trotted all the way to prepare to climb up to a higher point on the roof not far from the cowshed.

Boom! ~ There was a dull gunshot, and the Devil machine gunner had just set up the light machine gun, and his head exploded like a broken watermelon, and red and white things scattered around a large area.

Second Lieutenant Kameda Nobunaga could hardly believe his eyes, as if something aroused the nightmare deep in his heart, he was so stupid at this moment.

There was another dull gunshot, and the head of another machine gunner next to Lieutenant Nobunaga Kameda exploded like the previous one, and Lieutenant Nobunaga Kameda was covered in red and white things.

"Eight-way sharpshooter! ~~~~" As if seeing the scariest thing, Nobunaga Kameda burst into an out-of-key scream, scrambled and fled from where he was standing, and rushed straight into a farmhouse yard.

The other Japanese devils also fell into chaos at the same time.

On the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Anti-Japanese Battlefield in the entire North China Theater, the most famous red headshots produced by the Eighth Route Army Arsenal were the ones that could blow their heads off. It was almost the nightmare of all Japanese soldiers, especially the Japanese custom of headshots. The Japanese are quite taboo to be headshot. Moreover, in the battle with the Eighth Route Army, there has been a saying among the Japanese devil soldiers: as long as someone is headshot on the battlefield, it means that the opponent has used a red headshot, and if there is a red headshot, it means that the opponent must have the most elite fighters. Sharpshooters exist, and only the best Eighth Route Army soldiers are qualified to use this red headshot.

For unknown reasons, the use of red headshots has suddenly decreased, but the information obtained shows that it is not because of the heavy casualties of the sharpshooters of the Eighth Route Army, but because the Eighth Route Army has reduced the production of red headshots, but there is still one thing that is certain , Wherever there are red headshots, there will definitely be the most elite fighters of the Eighth Route Army.

It is definitely not a coincidence that two machine gunners were headshot in succession. On the contrary, it proves that they were targeted by elite fighters of the Eighth Route Army. Second Lieutenant Kameda Nobunaga, who was still in the hands of Yun Tewei, was full of panic at this moment. Uneasy, there are many legends about this kind of elite soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, but they almost have one common characteristic, false hair, biting meat, one can hit more than a dozen, once it is targeted, it is basically hung up with headshot death, etc. Number.

Although it is not certain how many reinforcements from the Eight Route Army came suddenly, just one elite fighter who can use red headshots alone is enough for them to suffer, and maybe the whole army will be wiped out here.

The mentality of Situ Yi, the division commander who was surrounded in the bullpen, was exactly the opposite of Kameda Nobunaga, the leader of the Japanese team. The two Japanese machine gunners were shot in the head, and they applauded from the bottom of their hearts. Of course, he knew what headshots meant. It's amazing how bad he is.

"Good job!~" Chang Cheng and the other two soldiers yelled directly, taking advantage of the chaos of the devils, they stood up from their hiding places and fired fiercely at the devils.

Li Wei is not an elite sharpshooter, but he took advantage of his power to retain a lot of inventory, and he was not willing to use it in the Hundred Regiments War. Today, in order to deter the enemy and cause chaos, he had to pretend to be an eight-way sharpshooter. However, after several months of fighting, with the excellent performance of the Bayi-style rifle, it is still possible to achieve headshots when hitting fixed-point targets. [