Zhuo Fei was not far away after the firewood stack, and the sound of the bayonet entering the flesh was heard clearly by him at this moment, after the two men who tried to protect their families were stabbed to death by the Japanese soldiers with bayonets one after another, the frightened woman and child completely became the prey of the two Japanese soldiers. "Don't be afraid, mine, to send you to the gods." A Japanese soldier grinned and raised his rifle to a child about four or five years old, and a few blooming plum blossoms were instantly printed on his military shoes along the low blood spots on the bayonet.

"Poof" saw that the bloodstained bayonet was about to stab the child's neck, but the Japanese soldier howled in pain, and the whole person twisted his body and fell to the ground, and an axe originally used to chop wood was right in his heart. "Nani?" Another Japanese soldier immediately dodged, and while leaning sideways against the courtyard wall, one turned around and drew a semicircle with the rifle in his hand. Zhuo Fei, who was holding a wooden stick in his hand, jumped around, and secretly shouted in his heart that it was dangerous, if he hadn't been smart, he might have been slashed by the bayonet of this Japanese soldier.

Seeing that the attacker was a grim-faced young man, the Japanese soldier with his back against the courtyard wall suddenly shouted, his left leg was tense and his right leg was tense, and he stepped forward and stabbed the bayonet in his hand at Zhuo Fei. Zhuo Fei dodged again, but the waist of the placket was pierced by the opponent's bayonet A transparent hole, without waiting for Zhuo Fei to react, the rifle in the hand of the Japanese soldier did not retract but suddenly came to a sweep, stabbing it, although Zhuo Fei was in a hurry to avoid a catastrophe, but the placket was swept by the opponent's bayonet to cut a big hole.

Zhuo Fei, who was cut by the Japanese bayonet, only felt that the blood was surging to the top of his head, and he didn't think about the consequences, so he made a splash on the spot. First, he fit into the arms of the Japanese soldier, raised his hand and punched the Japanese soldier's ribs and spleen before he had time to defend himself, and then reached out and wrapped his arms around the opponent's neck at a very fast speed. At this time, Zhuo Fei rushed to the top of the door, and the two moves he made were all killing moves, and he didn't leave his hand at all. The Japanese soldier in the ribs was first broken by Zhuo Fei and his spleen was broken, and then Zhuo Fei twisted his cervical vertebrae with a cross buckle, and did not dare to stay longer, Zhuo Fei let go of the corpse in his hand, and divided the two Japanese soldiers by dividing them by two. With a gun in hand, Zhuo Fei's courage was immediately much fuller, and Mo Yue ran more than ten meters, and there was a gunshot in front of him. Several bullets whizzed past Zhuo Fei's ears, and Zhuo Fei, who was hiding in a doorway in horror, looked at it and saw that several Japanese soldiers were rushing towards him.

Zhuo Fei didn't feel a pang in his heart, there were Japanese soldiers before and after, he knew that this time he was afraid that it would not be good, if he wanted to escape from here, he had to fight with the Japanese soldiers who were chasing behind or the Japanese soldiers in front. Zhuo Fei tied two Japanese military belts with cartridges around his waist, immediately leaned sideways against the wall, picked up his rifle and fired at the Japanese soldier Cao Chang who ran in front, and then quickly pulled the bolt and unloaded it.

Seeing Cao Chang being shot and falling, several of the other Japanese soldiers who followed immediately lay on the ground, while the others hid behind the stone pier next to the wall and began to fire back at Zhuo Fei's side, and the bullets that burst out of the chamber kept beckoning to the door where Zhuo Fei was hiding. When the opponent's firepower was a little weaker, Zhuo Fei in the doorway immediately dodged out and fired a shot at a Japanese soldier lying on the ground, which directly exploded the Japanese soldier's head. The red and white ones immediately splashed on the ground, and the other Japanese soldiers hurriedly hid, and those lying on the ground also ran directly to hide behind the stone piers by the wall.

"Smack!" A Japanese soldier couldn't help but show his head, but he was killed by Zhuo Fei, who was waiting for him, and this several consecutive bullets really scared the remaining ten Japanese soldiers. I don't know how long it took, when a Japanese soldier carefully stuck out his head to observe the situation, Zhuo Fei's figure was already missing in front of him.

Zhuo Fei is now more and more comfortable with the cross vernier, when he intercepted the Japanese army on the hillside before, he had to make sure again and again that he would wait for the cross vernier to hit the target before shooting, but now, Zhuo Fei does not have that patience at all, he now relies on the cross vernier to hit the moving target. The grenade that ejected the grenade made a shallow crater in the ground, and the scattered shrapnel flew out with the smoke of the explosion, and from time to time some of the guerrillas who blocked the enemy at the entrance of the village fell down with a muffled grunt, but they could not deal with the Japanese grenadiers.

Ma Changhe lay down with several members of his team in silence, clenched the rifle in his hand, and quietly waited for the best time to attack. In the slight sporadic gunfire, two of the Japanese stragglers who attacked from outside the village fell, and then the Japanese soldiers immediately returned fire, and the ping-pong gunfire between the two sides suddenly rang out sporadically.

In the midst of this messy gunshot, Ma Changhe's angry voice finally came: "Don't shoot, get on the bayonet, fight with them." "The long bolt-action rifles in both hands are not very good against fast-moving targets, so this short exchange of fire is actually not very effective. When they got up from the ground, Ma Changhe and his men had already rushed to the front, and the Japanese soldiers who reacted quickly immediately raised their guns to parry, and those who reacted slowly were stabbed in the body by several bayonets at the same time, and then collapsed like a leaky ball.

Captain Zhao, who was holding a shell gun, also rushed in the middle of the team, and when he first rushed out, he was subconsciously bending down to find cover, but he was one step behind the others. Ma Changhe and his men had already killed a few Japanese soldiers, so he ran up with a shell gun. Captain Zhao hesitated slightly, then bent down to pick up a Japanese soldier's rifle from the ground, although Captain Zhao had no experience in stabbing stabs, but he thought that at this time, a rifle with a bayonet was better than a shell gun.

The Japanese army's 38 rifle was longer than the Hanyang-made rifle in the hands of most guerrillas, and it was probably more than 1.7 meters including the bayonet, almost catching up with Captain Zhao's height. The figure of the Japanese soldier appeared in front of them again, and the slowly flowing stream was faintly visible behind them, so at this time, Ma Changhe didn't have time to pay attention to Captain Zhao, who was carrying a rifle, but just raised the rifle in his hand and roared and led his team members to rush towards the enemy.

Ma Changhe was originally a veteran, and when he was in the Red Army, he was a non-fierce general, although he felt that the Japanese soldiers had a good level of fighting, but Ma Changhe didn't have any special feelings in his heart. Holding a rifle to meet a dead Japanese soldier, Ma Changhe suddenly accelerated his spurt, and the Japanese soldier on the opposite side reacted a little slower, and was poked down by him.

Ma Changhe succeeded in the first blow, but he didn't feel happy, because the few guerrillas who followed him had already fallen halfway, and he was the only one who stabbed the opponent in the first face. The rifles of the Japanese army were nearly 30 centimeters longer than the rifles in the hands of the guerrillas, and when they were caught off guard, the guerrillas who rushed out with Ma Changhe immediately suffered a great loss.

But now is not the time to regret it, Ma Changhe, whose face was full of blood, screamed, and struggled to draw out the bayonet that was stabbed into the opponent's body, but he didn't have time to shoot before the next enemy, so he had to turn sideways and block it with the rifle in his hand. The Japanese soldiers against him were very Kongwu, and the power of the two shots was even more unexpected than Ma Changhe, but fortunately, the opponent's shot was not completely picked up in a hurry, if he hadn't been fast, he twisted his body in a hurry, and his belly would have been lost. Despite this, the bayonet pierced by the other party still cut through Ma Changhe's shirt.

At this time, Captain Zhao caught up, and before the Japanese soldier who was fighting against Ma Changhe had time to dodge, his ribs had already been pierced by Captain Zhao's bayonet. The Japanese soldier who was stabbed in the ribs only felt that the strength on his body was gushing out with the blood for a while, and his sturdy body stumbled and fell at the foot of Ma Changhe.

Ma Changhe, who was temporarily relieved, couldn't help but take a breath, and turned his face just in time to see Captain Zhao rushing to his side with a rifle, at least the appearance of the gun was good. "You're so bold, I don't know if your life will last long." As soon as Ma Changhe had time to joke with Captain Zhao, he saw a shouting Japanese soldier rushing towards him with a gun, and Ma Changhe couldn't help shouting to Captain Zhao: "Old Zhao, follow behind me......"

Before Ma Changhe's words fell, Captain Zhao, who was not afraid, had suddenly accelerated past his body, and then a four-like step thrust forcibly blocked the rifle handed by the Japanese soldier in front of him. Ma Changhe was stunned, and before he could figure out if he was dazzled, he saw the Japanese soldier suddenly swing his arm and take the opportunity to smash the butt of his rifle into Captain Zhao's face. At this moment, Ma Changhe could even clearly see the horror in Captain Zhao's eyes, no matter whose face was smashed by the butt of the gun like this, he couldn't stand it.

There was a crisp sound of "dang", just when Ma Changhe exclaimed, and Captain Zhao himself felt that he couldn't avoid this blow, he only heard a crisp sound from the steel helmet of the Japanese soldier, and a stream of blood arrows flew out of the bullet hole on the steel helmet of the Japanese soldier. The Japanese soldier who was shot in the head struggled to fall down very unwillingly, and the heavy butt of the gun grazed Captain Zhao's head and finally fell into the air, and Captain Zhao, who was lucky enough to escape, couldn't help but feel weak in his hands and feet.

Ma Changhe turned around and looked towards the entrance of the village, only to see Zhuo Fei holding a rifle and kneeling on the ground, Ma Changhe unconsciously made up his mind, he knew that the shot that saved Captain Zhao just now must have been fired by that kid. One shot to eliminate the Japanese soldiers who were facing Captain Zhao, Zhuo Fei did not stop shooting, but quickly shot out the remaining three bullets in the magazine.