Zhuo Fei fired several shots in a row, not only killing the machine gunners and flag soldiers among the dozen Japanese soldiers, but also killing a second lieutenant officer who commanded this group of Japanese soldiers, which surprised all the other Japanese soldiers, who were obviously a little scared. Relying on the help of his cross vernier, Zhuo Fei has always kept a distance of at least 200 meters from the dozen Japanese soldiers, and the probability that the soldiers in the Japanese army can hit the target 100 meters away will not be less than 50%, but this is a distance of 200 meters, except for the Japanese machine guns and grenadiers, it may only be Zhuo Fei who can hit them, but they can't use the 38 rifle in their hands to shoot Zhuo Fei 200 meters away.

Zhuo Fei's heart gradually settled down, and he began to reload the rifle's magazine unhurriedly, and raised the gun again to aim and shoot. With the help of automatic gun aiming, Zhuo Fei, who was 200 meters away, successfully locked on the shoulder of a Japanese soldier, first shot the opponent's shoulder, and then took advantage of the opponent's screams to expose his body, and then hit the opponent's body with another shot. This scene obviously had a great shock to the other Japanese soldiers, and they all retreated one after another, and disappeared without a trace in Zhuo Fei's sight in a moment.

Seeing the other Japanese soldiers retreating, Zhuo Fei, who was lying on his stomach, finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief, although he now has the help of automatic gun aiming, which can be called a hundred shots and a hundred fingers, but Zhuo Fei is alone after all. A rifle could not withstand the attack of a dozen Japanese soldiers, although Zhuo Fei could speed up his shooting, but the bullets on his body were counted. After firing continuously, Zhuo Fei only had the last full-load bridge and the three bullets in the magazine at his disposal.

Seeing that the Japanese soldiers had retreated, Zhuo Fei, who only had eight bullets left, was secretly rejoicing, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly found a black dot flying from his right side. Zhuo Fei subconsciously turned his head to look to the right, and then he was shocked, and the black dot flying from the right side was an ovoid grenade issued by the Japanese army. The "boom" grenade landed and exploded, although Zhuo Fei was not within the scope of the explosion, but the right half of his face was hit by the mud and gravel brought up by the explosion.

Zhuo Fei was angry, but also helpless, when he snatched the gun and bullets from the guard, he forgot to ask for the grenade. Enduring the pain on his cheeks, Zhuo Fei grabbed the rifle and twisted his body on the ground like an earthworm and retreated, and watched Liulu and listened to the movements on his side. "Boom" was another explosion, and an earthy yellow figure appeared in Zhuo Fei's sight, "pop" Zhuo Fei raised his gun and hit, and the figure in the smoke only twitched twice and fell backwards.

"Boom", "Boom", "Kill" Just as Zhuo Fei was searching for the figure of the Japanese soldier with an automatic gun, a tsunami-like shout suddenly appeared, and the shouting was mixed with gunshots and explosions. Zhuo Fei and the Japanese soldiers besieging him turned their heads to look in the direction where the shouts came, only to see more than 100 men dressed as ordinary people each holding weapons and entering the battle group, just looking at the weapons in their hands, Zhuo Fei and the Japanese army would not think that these men were just ordinary people.

In particular, Zhuo Fei knew the cloth military hat worn on the head of the man, which was one of the standard equipment of the anti-Japanese armed forces belonging to the so-called Eighth Route Army in later films and television. The addition of this new force immediately changed the tide of the battle, although people on both sides were shot and fell, but these men who suddenly killed had the advantage of numbers, and their firepower was not weaker than that of the Japanese army.

Compared with Zhuo Fei, who was alone, the attack from behind was fatal to the Japanese army, and the Japanese machine guns and grenadiers turned around one after another to attack the guerrilla soldiers who had newly joined the war group, but Zhuo Fei seized the opportunity to take the opportunity to knock out one of the light machine guns and one of the grenadiers. The guerrillas, who had just joined the warband, seized this rare opportunity to quickly charge, and this time they rushed through the open field and pounced on the Japanese troops down the hill with great success.

The Japanese soldiers who pursued the students retreated one after another to fight against the guerrillas who suddenly appeared, and looking at the figure of the Japanese soldiers in the distance, Zhuo Fei immediately breathed a sigh of relief. After carefully observing the movements around him and making sure that there were no Japanese soldiers around him, Zhuo Fei limped with his rifle to check the results of the shootout he had just had. Zhuo Feiping held the rifle filled with bullets, and cautiously approached the battlefield where the corpses were scattered, and he saw that the blood hole in the head of the Japanese second lieutenant was bubbling with blood, and the other party's eyes were wide, with a hideous and resentful expression, which looked very terrifying.

After making sure that there were no enemies around, Zhuo Fei automatically ignored the sound of gunfire and shouts of killing in the distance, and bent down to rummage through the corpses of these Japanese soldiers to examine what he might need. Taking off the cowhide hanging bag from the body of the Japanese second lieutenant, Zhuo Fei poured out the contents of the satchel in one go, cigarettes and matches could be left, a few silver dollars and a pair of gold earrings were naturally left, as for a diary and a few photos originally contained in the leather bag, they were thrown aside by Zhuo Fei.

Zhuo Fei, who cleaned the battlefield, carefully counted the corpses left here, and fired 15 bullets in one go, but killed 12 Japanese soldiers, of which 9 Japanese soldiers were killed by one shot, while the other three Japanese soldiers were all shot twice. Zhuo Fei can't look down on the rifles scattered all over the place, and he only needs a gun with automatic gun aiming, but the Japanese army can bring a few more grenades, which is a good thing.

Zhuo Fei, who was hungry, also rummaged through the backpacks of other Japanese soldiers and found two boxes of canned food, regardless of whether the bayonet he found was clean or not, Zhuo Fei used the bayonet to pry open the cans and chew them heavily. At this time, the gunfire in the distance had stabilized, perhaps to prevent accidental injury, most of the Japanese soldiers who were in the melee with the guerrillas stopped shooting, and the two sides were engaged in hand-to-hand combat after loading their bayonets.

Seeing that they were surrounded by the guerrillas on all sides, these Japanese soldiers did not panic at all, and after pulling the bolt of their guns for the last shot, the 20 or so Japanese soldiers who were still able to stand were loaded with bayonets, and in groups of three or four, with their bayonets facing outward, formed several bayonet formations to meet the guerrillas.

A guerrilla rushed in front of a bayonet formation of Japanese soldiers, and with the momentum of going down the mountain, he stabbed a Japanese soldier in front of him, but when he saw that the other party was using a gun, another Japanese soldier to his right pierced the bayonet into the guerrilla's left chest almost at the same time, and then quickly pulled out the bayonet. In the blink of an eye, the guerrillas who rushed down from the mountain had already surrounded the Japanese soldiers by virtue of their numerical superiority. Japanese soldiers were constantly being stabbed, but there seemed to be more guerrillas being stabbed by Japanese soldiers.

Zhuo Fei in the distance frowned and watched as the dozen or so Japanese soldiers surrounded by the guerrillas gradually converged into a large bayonet array, surrounding the wounded Japanese soldiers in the center. The wounded Japanese soldiers in the bayonet formation not only did not show fear, but also kept shouting to cheer up their comrades outside the formation. The guerrillas who were surrounding outside had never encountered such a situation, and they were a little at a loss for a while, and Captain Zhao, who was lucky enough to be rescued by the guerrillas, couldn't help jumping to his feet when he saw this scene.

The guerrillas outside the encirclement waved their weapons and shouted for the Japanese soldiers to lay down their arms and surrender, but the Japanese soldiers, who had been completely surrounded by them, ignored them at all, and instead took the opportunity to stab many more guerrillas. "These Japanese soldiers will not surrender, don't waste your saliva and time." Zhuo Fei, who finally couldn't stand it, limped over with his rifle, first looked coldly at the Japanese soldiers who had been surrounded and didn't speak, and suddenly threw the "38-style" rifle in his hand to the ground, and snatched the shell gun in Captain Zhao's hand.

Zhuo Fei stood still in Captain Zhao's surprised gaze, raised his gun, aimed, and fired in one go, and "snapped" a Japanese soldier's head quickly burst out a puddle of blood and fell backwards. In fact, if you want to hit the Japanese soldiers at such a close distance, you don't need to aim at all, but the death method of head bursting undoubtedly gives the remaining Japanese soldiers a strong visual impact. Before everyone could react, Zhuo Fei moved the muzzle of the gun to aim and fire again, and another Japanese soldier burst out with blood on his head and fell backwards.

After this shooting, the remaining Japanese soldiers had already begun to have a commotion, and when they saw that they still wanted to continue shooting, one of the guerrillas on the side couldn't hold back any longer, grabbed Zhuo Fei's right hand, and asked loudly, "Who are you?" How can you shoot casually? Don't you see that all the devils have dropped their bullets? Our Eighth Route Army treats prisoners preferentially! ”

Zhuo Fei sneered and shook off the guerrilla's hand, angrily pointed to the corpses of the students in the distance and said, "Preferential treatment of prisoners? When did the Japanese soldiers treat prisoners favorably? Do you keep your eyes open and look at these Japanese soldiers again, have they laid down their weapons? As long as they haven't laid down their arms, they're still enemies! ”

The guerrillas who tried to stop Zhuo Fei seemed to be enraged, so he took two steps back and raised the rifle in his hand, aimed the bayonet at Zhuo Fei's chest, and shouted, "I told you, don't shoot!" ”

Zhuo Fei twisted the rope and hit the opponent's bayonet with his chest, and the guerrilla had to double his hind legs, for fear that the bayonet would really hurt Zhuo Fei. Glancing at the other party coldly, Zhuo Fei said coldly, "I am Chinese, I killed the invader, you will kill me if you have it!" After speaking, Zhuo Fei turned around and pulled the trigger again at a Japanese soldier, only to find that there were no more bullets in the magazine of the barge gun!

The guerrilla was so angry that he was about to say something more, but Captain Zhao, who reacted, rushed up to him and shouted: "Xiao Wang, put down the gun, it's all your own people, why do you want to use the gun against your own people!" The shell gun in Zhuo Fei's hand was out of bullets, and seeing that Captain Zhao had already reacted at this time, Zhuo Fei didn't plan to ask the other party for bullets, so he returned the shell gun to Captain Zhao by the donkey and turned to leave.