By noon, the gunfire on the other side had stopped!

Zheng Zeshi stepped out of the fortifications, walked to the bridgehead on this side of the Lugou Bridge, sat on the bluestone slab at the bridgehead, pulled out the cigarette stick that had never left his body from his waist, and then pressed a full pot of tobacco, and then lit it on fire.

Taking a sharp breath, Company Commander Zheng Zeshi closed his eyes comfortably, immersed in the energetic beauty of the Northeast Golden Leaf.

A soldier rushed out of the fortifications, carrying a kettle in one hand and a bag of food in the other, and jumped up to him like a rabbit, "Platoon commander, wine and roast goose are here." ”

Zheng Zeshi Monkey rolled his eyes, and scolded angrily, "Your grandma's, let you buy something, it's the same as a turtle crawling, I think you kid is just looking for a fight." As he spoke, he raised his head and kicked it.

The kick hit the warrior's hip and kicked him in the heel, grinning in pain, but the tears only dared to roll in his eyes, but he did not dare to shed them.

"Look, look at what, dare to drop cat urine, be careful that Lao Tzu will smoke you to death!" Zheng Zeshi scolded angrily, and raised the cigarette stick on his head, and suddenly made a pimple the size of a walnut.

The soldier held his head and hurried back into the fortifications.

The other soldiers didn't dare to show their heads, they knew that the company commander had been in a bad mood recently, this was the fourteenth time he had been beaten, and the most serious one was kicked by him and broke two ribs, and he was still lying in the fortifications coughing.

"Little third son, don't hate the platoon commander, he is also anxious, seeing the devil dangling on the opposite side, arrogant or something, but we can only watch, he is aggrieved." An old soldier whispered.

The soldier who had just been beaten had tears in his eyes and nodded, he knew that although the company commander usually likes to beat people, he is not so indiscriminate, and this time he was forced by the little devil.

During this time, the little devil was very rampant on the other side of the river, not only provoking with guns, but also standing by the river to pee on this side excessively, which was really too deceitful.

As a platoon commander who had fought with devils in the Great Wall position, Zheng Zeshi felt that he was too cowardly, so he was angry in his heart.

Unscrewed the lid of the kettle, and then tore open the roast goose wrapped in oil paper, Zheng Zeshi raised his head and poured it violently, then ripped off a roast goose, and ate it in a big gulp, staring at the devil troops opposite with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

On the other side of the river, there is a flat, open field, and at this time the wheat has been harvested, and the autumn crops have not yet grown, so there is an unobstructed view of it.

About a squadron of devils gathered in the open field, at this time having lunch, they unbuttoned their shirts, bare their chests, and laughed loudly, and the presumptuous voice pierced even across a river.

Zheng Zeshi hated it so much that the roots of his teeth itched, but there was no way, this devil army had been provoking by the river for a week, and every time it was tossing until it was almost dark, it was really tireless.

If it weren't for the strict order from above not to shoot, he would have beaten this group of turtle bastards a long time ago.

But now, he could only watch as those bastards spoiled the crops of the common people, and they were also provoking on his side and could not do anything.

"Little devil, you wait, sooner or later, I will let you know that you know that you know that you are powerful." Thinking so, Zheng Zeshi raised his head and poured half a pot of wine.

At this time, the devil on the opposite side also seemed to see him, and several devil officers gathered together and seemed to be muttering something in a low voice, but because it was too far away, it was not clear to hear.

Zheng Zeshi ignored them, but continued to eat and drink by himself.

After muttering for a moment, several devil officers waved over a soldier, and then gave a few orders, and the devil soldier immediately walked to the other side of the river with the 38 big covers.

"Platoon commander, the little devil is here!" Inside the fortifications, the soldiers saw the little devil's actions and immediately shouted at Zheng Zeshi. They were afraid that he would suffer.

Zheng Zeshi was already half-drunk at this time, he opened his somewhat hazy eyes, staring at the devil, not knowing what he was going to do.

With a click, the devil on the other side of the river loaded the bullet, then raised the 38 big cover and aimed it this way.

The soldiers in the fortifications rushed to the fortification's bunker with a hula, nervously watching the actions of the devil on the opposite side, once the devil really attacked, even if it was disobedient, he would have to fight back.

After the devil loaded the bullet, he then raised the 38 big cover, and shot the bullet out with a bang, and then hit a sparrow falling on the tree next to Zheng Zeshi.

With a pop, the sparrow landed next to Zheng Zeshi, and it seemed that it had hit the vital point with a shot, so it moved twice and then stopped moving.

"Good!" The devils on the opposite side of the river shouted in unison, as if applauding this devil's marksmanship.

Zheng Zeshi heard the gunshot, his eyes rose, he rolled up his sleeves, and shouted behind him, "Tile." ”

One of the warriors immediately ran over with a large stack of tiles and stood beside him.

Zheng Zeshi pulled out his box cannon, and then checked that there was no problem, and then shouted at the soldier, "Throw." ”

Sou--, a tile flew into the sky, more than 20 meters high, and then it fell down.

As soon as Zheng Zeshi's wrist was raised, the gun went off, and the tile was shattered in the air, scattered into fragments and then fell.

The soldier kept throwing fragments, and then Zheng Zeshi kept thinking about the gun in his hand, every tile was shattered, and none of them slipped through the net.

After throwing the twelve tiles, Zheng Zeshi also fired twelve shots, all of which were shattered.

"Okay!" The soldiers cheered in unison, cheering for their platoon commander.

At this moment, the devils were shocked, they didn't expect the other party's marksmanship to be so powerful, it was almost to the extent of perfection.

The cheers of the people here made the devil's face unbearable, he was also a handful of sharpshooters in the Japanese army, but he didn't expect to lose people here, making people nothing compared to others.

Pulling the bolt, the devil raised the gun, aimed it at the wine jug in Zheng Zeshi's hand, and then pulled the trigger.

With a bang, the military kettle was knocked out of the two eyes, and the wine inside gushed out like a spring, sprinkling Zheng Zeshi's body.

Zheng Zeshi became angry all of a sudden, he stared at the smug laughing Japanese soldier on the other side, raised the box cannon in his hand, and scolded, "Dog, don't you think Lao Tzu is easy to bully?" ”

A group of soldiers hurriedly rushed up, grabbed him with all hands and feet, and persuaded in a low voice, "Platoon commander, the boss said that we should not shoot back." ”

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