Bring a system to fight against Japan

Chapter 62 Meeting a friendly army on the road, drawing a gun to help

Twenty or so members of the guerrilla team rushed out from the hay pit on the side of the road more than ten meters away, one by one with guns in their hands, swaying here and there, running around, the little black shadow followed closely behind Wang Dahao's buttocks, and fired continuously The shot charged towards the intersection, and rows of bullets flew side by side, slamming through the body of the devil guarding Luka, blood spurted out from the muzzle of the gun, and one by one fell to the snow.

"Da da da…"

The right side of the intersection was filled with soil with sacks and piled up to a height of one meter. In the trench, a few devils mounted a Type [-] heavy machine gun, turned back and forth, and aimed at the charging guerrilla fighters, shooting wildly and randomly. Rows of bullets came head-on, and the bullets flew over, penetrating through the bodies of several soldiers, each with a gun barrel in his hand, and fired continuously at the little devil, before falling abruptly on the charge road .

"Da da da…"

Wang Dahao stared at the big eyes and saw that the charging brothers beside him fell to the ground and sacrificed. He gritted his teeth and stared at the little devil's heavy machine gun at the intersection. Walking in a snake shape, dodging the ghosts and shooting bullets, holding the bastard box in one hand, pulling the trigger with fingers continuously, shooting towards the little devil hiding in the trench, the bullets in one shot were all empty, and the other Pulling out the machete from the waistband of his trousers, he rushed up after a short distance of five or six meters, stretched his long neck and yelled loudly...

"Little devil, I'll fuck your grandma..."

Wang Dahao grinned, bared his teeth and swung his big arms. The machete shot out flames towards the machine gun in the trench. With all his strength, the machete flew over and hit the kid with the machine gun on his neck and shoulders. Entering the devil's trench, wrestling with the two little devils, the three of them rolled back and forth in the trench, without the little devil's heavy machine guns, followed by twenty or so guerrillas, each holding a gun, Jumping into the trench, he swung the bayonet with both hands, aimed at the bodies of the two devils, and stabbed them indiscriminately, blood spurted out in columns, piercing dozens of blood holes.

Wang Dahao slowly got up from the ground, swayed and walked forward a few steps, raised his palm and squeezed the handle of the knife tightly, and pulled it out from the bone seam of the little devil's big neck, followed by pulling out the blade and spraying A column of blood splashed Wang Dahao's face full of blood, grinning and cursing...

"Damn it!" The big palm wiped the blood on his face a few times, jumped out of the trench, and took a big step in all directions, hurriedly greeted Liu Erleng and the dozen or so people, and carried it from the hands of the brothers. Huang Min got up with a thin figure, and vaguely heard in his ears, the girl's voice was weak, and she was talking nonsense in a coma...

"Fatty let you bully me..."

Wang Dahao grinned, nagging a few words in his heart, the girl was so hurt, she was unconscious and didn't forget to scold Lao Tzu, she shook her big head helplessly, and walked towards the intersection with the injured brothers Go, stretch your neck and shout a few times...

"Brothers, Du Niang's hands and feet should be quicker, pick up a little devil's grenade, let's retreat to the mountains..."

"It's the captain..."

Dozens of people from the guerrilla team bent down and pouted, pulled out grenades one after another from the corpse of the devil soldier, put them into the cloth pockets on the waistband of their trousers, lowered their heads, and after a while of scurrying around, dozens of small black shadows rushed across the intersection, touching Running for a few hundred meters along the mountain road in the dark, one by one figures got into the forest and disappeared into the night.

Wang Dahao led dozens of people. Just as soon as they retreated, five or six minutes later, they drove slowly from both sides of the mountain road. Big green leather trucks with brightened headlights shone in the dark night, and the light went back and forth from left to right. Shaking and flickering...

"Drip..."

A burst of truck horns sounded, and four or five large green leather trucks stopped at the intersection. Rows of little devils wore steel helmets and black leather boots. A team lined up on the carriage and jumped down. In just a few minutes, three or four hundred little devils gathered at the intersection. There are so many people in an entire squadron of devils.

The captain of the devil officer squadron, standing in front of the devil soldier, blowing his beard and staring at his eyes, pulled out his saber and raised it high, pointing the tip of the knife at the mountain forest by the side of the road, gestured back and forth a few times, stretched out his short and thick neck, and yelled a few times...

"Give me the press..."

Hundreds of little devils turned around in unison, stepped on a pair of short legs, hunched their waists and held guns in their hands, and ran towards the mountains and forests...

Wang Dahao carried Huang Min's thin figure on his back, and led dozens of guerrillas. He heard the horn of the little devil's truck from the bottom of the mountain. He stepped on the snow shell and accelerated his pace. In the forest, stumble towards the top of the mountain, climb over this small hill and pass through a ravine, and then walk a few miles on the mountain road to the outside of Ping'an County. Find the mountain trail leading to Liucun, and you can go through the two outer floors of the little devil Encircle the circle, complete the task and bring the brothers back to the team.

Wang Dahao planned the retreat route in his head, and he thought it perfectly. In fact, he knew very well in his heart that he didn't know what would happen in the short ten-mile mountain road. Counting one step at a time, I hope that I and my brothers will have good luck and arrive at Liucun safely to return to the team.

Dozens of people from the guerrilla team climbed over the mountain bag and walked down the hillside when they suddenly heard the rumbling sound of thunder in their ears, echoing in the mountain forest, flocks of sparrows flying on the treetops, one by one raised their heads and followed the muffled sound to explode the thunder Looking down the hillside, there was a burst of flames in the black forest, and the sound of heavy machine guns bursting out.

"What's going on under the captain's hillside? Is it because our troops and the little devils are on fire?"

"Zhang San, you're so annoying, I'm not a god, so I don't know. Brothers, go and have a look."

"It's the captain..."

Wang Dahao led dozens of people, groped along the hillside under the gunfire, and hid behind old trees on the hillside more than ten meters away, poking their heads out one by one to look down. On the east and west sides, the muzzles of the machine guns were fired everywhere. When the little devil fired more than a dozen mortars, there were flames and black smoke, and arcs were drawn from mid-air. The gunfire exploded and the flames radiated all over the place. I could vaguely see a hundred or so figures in the woods, raising their guns and shooting at the little devil one by one. They fought bravely in the mountains and forests alone.

"Captain, look at the anti-Japanese troops under the hillside. They wear steel helmets and military uniforms, which are different from our Eighth Route Army uniforms. They seem to be some anti-Japanese troops of the Jinsui Army."

Wang Dahao stared at the big eyes, hid behind the tree and watched for a while, then stood up, held the bastard box in his hand, grinned and shouted in a low voice...

"Brothers, the friendly army on the hillside is besieged by little devils. Everyone is a family of brothers, connected by flesh and blood. As the saying goes, brothers who go to battle are connected by broken bones. We guerrillas can't watch the fun, so we draw our guns to help kill this little army." The Devil Squad..."

(End of this chapter)