"Come back, come back." Zhuo Fei quickly ran out of the five bullets in the magazine, and while filling the magazine, he leaned sideways against the half-section of the earthen wall and shouted at Ma Changhe and the others. Although the rifles in the hands of the guerrillas were slightly worse than those of the Japanese army, the guerrillas' level of stabbing was a few streets behind that of the Japanese soldiers.

"Snap" quickly reloaded the rifle with bullets, Zhuo Fei barely paused, raised his hand and shot a shot, a Japanese soldier who was stabbing with someone fell down in response, and the distance of dozens of meters seemed to Zhuo Fei as if he was firing at the target with the muzzle of the gun. "Pap" "Pap" "Pap" "Pap" Zhuo Fei quickly pulled the bolt, quickly unloaded and loaded, and quickly pulled the trigger, and in the surprised eyes of Ma Changhe, Captain Zhao and others, he quickly shot out the five bullets in the magazine again, and the corresponding ones were the five Japanese soldiers who fell in response.

"Retreat, the people of China have sharpshooters." Seeing that they were defeated, the Japanese troops who attacked the village immediately began to retreat, and Zhuo Fei's loading speed could not keep up, so he could only watch the Japanese retreat and miss the opportunity. "Boy, it's okay, this shot is almost catching up with the baby bumps under the old leader's hands." Supporting the wounded to retreat to the entrance of the village, Ma Changhe praised Zhuo Fei fiercely without hesitation, of course, Zhuo Fei didn't know who the old head and baby pimple in Ma Changhe's mouth were.

"Captain Ma, you all have weapons and ammunition, why do you rush out to fight the Japanese with bayonets? The rifles you used were already very poor in length, and besides, the Japanese soldiers began to practice bayonet fighting and shooting from the time they were recruited, didn't you take them to their deaths in vain? "When Ma Changhe led people out of the village, there were more than 20 people, and there were less than 10 people left who could retreat to the village, and what made Zhuo Fei most depressed was that Ma Changhe didn't know to get back some of the weapons and ammunition on the corpses of Japanese soldiers when they retreated.

Zhuo Fei and Ma Changhe were talking, but the movements in their hands did not stop, I don't know how many Japanese soldiers came to attack, but Zhuo Fei knew that if one more was killed, there would be one less. Of course, Zhuo Fei didn't know that his performance had exceeded Ma Changhe's expectations, he knelt down on one knee, and Zhuo Fei, who had reloaded the bullet, reached out and pulled the bolt to withdraw the bullet, stabilized the rifle and fired another shot just a little aim.

After delaying for such a while, the Japanese soldiers who had left the battlefield had already withdrawn, Ma Changhe raised his binoculars and took a look, and found that the figures of those Japanese soldiers were shaking badly in the line of sight, and he would never be able to hit him. looked at Zhuo Fei, who was half-kneeling beside him, but he aimed calmly, and put down another one with a "snap" shot.

Captain Zhao, who came over to watch the excitement behind him, was also surprised, as Zhuo Fei skillfully pulled the bolt and shot again, and another Japanese soldier who was almost unable to see his back fell in response, Captain Zhao and Ma Changhe glanced at each other, and the joy hidden in the eyes of the two could not be concealed, the guerrillas had picked up the treasure this time.

It's a pity that Zhuo Fei's chance to brush people's heads ends here, the bolt-action rifle is a five-round magazine type, and when Zhuo Fei reloads the bullets in the magazine, the Japanese soldiers in his sight have long been gone. Secretly gave Captain Zhao a look, Ma Changhe, who had a bayonet cut on his thigh, limped to a mound and sat down next to a mound, Captain Zhao hurriedly followed, and the matter discussed by the two was naturally to avoid Zhuo Fei, the party.

"Did you count? In the blink of an eye, he killed 10 little devils, and he didn't even stumble when he loaded bullets or pulled the bolt. I guess it's the sharpshooters under the old head who are here, I'm afraid they don't have the ability. Lao Tzu picked up the treasure this time, with this kid, Lao Tzu will dare to fight the county tomorrow. Tearing off a lock of cloth and bandaging the wound on his thigh, Ma Changhe took out a cigarette and smoked it triumphantly.

Captain Zhao glanced at Ma Changhe with contempt, and reminded the other party in a very angry whisper, "Old Ma, don't be complacent, you need me to remind you No, that kid is my person, and Lao Tzu brought him out from outside Beiping City." In order to escort them to the base area, Lao Tzu lost more than a dozen brothers, and that kid was going to follow Lao Tzu to the base area. The chiefs would never have given such a sharpshooter to your guerrillas. Is your face bigger than the others? ”

Ma Changhe couldn't say anything about Captain Zhao, so he took the initiative to say that when the time came, he would let Zhuo Fei choose whether to stay or go to the base, which made Captain Zhao a little more satisfied, but he didn't know that Ma Changhe was thinking about finding an opportunity to persuade Zhuo Fei to stay if he wanted Xu Political Commissar, who was more eloquent than himself. When he rushed out of the village just now and fought with the Japanese soldiers with bayonets, Ma Changhe was cut in the thigh by the enemy's bayonet when he was one against two, and he had just wrapped the wound with a strip of cloth.

The Japanese troops outside the entrance of the village have retreated, but there are still sporadic gunshots in the village, and those of them guarding the entrance of the village do not know what is happening in the village. Ma Changhe, who was very anxious, thought that the entrance of the village would be the main position of the Japanese attack, and he did not allow the guerrillas who were holding on to the entrance of the village to reflexively return to the village, saying that the political commissar had already led a team of people in the village to clear out the Japanese troops who had infiltrated the village. More than 30 corpses were scattered in the drying ground outside the entrance of the village, including those of guerrillas and some Japanese soldiers.

Occupying the advantage of fighting at home, the guerrillas brought back all the wounded, and Ma Changhe found a guerrilla who had been cut in the stomach by a bayonet at this moment, and was hurriedly helping him stuff his intestines back into the abdominal cavity. Zhuo Fei, who was squatting under the earthen wall, sighed secretly, Ma Changhe had no professional medical officer under him at all, and it was impossible for this person to survive if he was injured like this. Zhuo Fei guessed that Ma Changhe must have known that the situation was not good, but he still tried to help the wounded soldier cover the wound on his stomach.

The wounded young guerrillas knew that they were no longer good, but they were calmer than Ma Changhe, and they would intermittently explain the aftermath to their comrades. The guerrilla who was held by him cried more than the one who was about to die, and Zhuo Fei saw that the guerrilla was also bleeding from his leg, and in the chaos, most people did not dare to face the guerrilla who was about to die.

The rifles of the Japanese army were longer than those used by the guerrillas, so in most cases, the Japanese soldiers shot first, and many of Ma Changhe's men were wounded, so only a few people such as Ma Changhe were constantly busy on the entire position. There was a terrible scream in the sky suddenly, and Zhuo Fei's heart tightened, and he heard Ma Changhe's voice out of tune because of nervousness, "Hide, the cannon is coming." ”

With his shout, the Japanese shells from outside the village smashed down on the head and face, fortunately, the Japanese troops outside the village only used mortars and grenadiers, if it was replaced by the Japanese army's usual Type 92 infantry gun or 75 mm field artillery, Zhuo Fei and the others who intercepted the Japanese army at the entrance of the village would not have the possibility of dodging the artillery attack at all.

Zhuo Fei participated in many live military exercises in his later life, and saw the overwhelming artillery fire in the military exercise, but now although he is under the fire of the Japanese army, he feels that the Japanese artillery is really weak to the home, and he is simply powerless. Zhuo Fei, who quickly rushed out from behind the earthen wall, bent down and dragged a wounded person into the crater, and then jumped out to find another wounded in the face of artillery fire, only to have Captain Zhao hug him and fall to the ground.

Captain Zhao dragged Zhuo Fei to climb the broken wall not far in front of him, and scolded Zhuo Fei loudly: "You don't want to fucking die? This is a cannon, even the bones are gone after a cannon, do you think it's your marijuana thunderbolt? The helpless Zhuo Fei didn't argue with Captain Zhao, but he also knew that Captain Zhao was right, a gun without a gun can stab people to death, and no matter how bad a cannonball is, he can't stand it, and he won't be ignorant of good people.

The artillery attack of the Japanese army outside the village came and went quickly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, Ma Changhe slowly looked from behind the stone grinding plate, and saw the earthy yellow figure that appeared in sight again. There were not a few living people on the position at the entrance of the village who could still continue to fight, so the losses caused by the Japanese shelling just now were completely negligible.

When Captain Zhao, who let go of Zhuo Fei, climbed out from behind the half-man-high broken wall and returned to Ma Changhe's side, Political Commissar Xu, who led people to clear the Japanese soldiers in the village, returned to the entrance of the village with a few guerrillas at this moment. Ma Changhe just turned his head and glanced at the lonely few guerrillas behind Political Commissar Xu, and there was immediately more moisture in his eyes, the guerrillas brought into the village by Political Commissar Xu were close to 30 people, obviously they fought very hard, otherwise they would not have only come back.

Zhuo Fei also probed out from behind the broken wall, and at this time, he saw a group of Japanese soldiers in the distance quickly approaching the village, and the guerrillas who had joined forces were now loading their rifles or preparing grenades. "Listen well, give me a hard beating in a while, and today we will let this group of arrogant little devils know how powerful we are Chinese." Glancing at Political Commissar Xu, who was also full of gunsmoke, Ma Changhe, who had a hint of determination in his eyes, roared, and prepared for battle with a box cannon.

After the broken wall, Zhuo Fei had already found a few bullet bridges from the bullet box on his waist and placed them on his side, so that as long as he stretched out his hand, he could get the bullet bridge, which saved some time than Zhuo Fei taking the bullet bridge from the bullet box. After adjusting the ruler of the rifle, Zhuo Fei after the broken wall shot the first shot, relying on the help of automatic gun aiming, Zhuo Fei can lock on to the target 200 meters away with the 38 rifle in his hand. As long as you can hit the target with the cross vernier sleeve, it means that Zhuo Fei can shoot the target, which is also the magic of automatic gun aiming.