On the other side, Qi Dajiu's face darkened when he heard the sound, this guy was really greedy for life and afraid of death, if he had this firepower, he would have attacked the turret a long time ago.

This guy is crackling, clanging and fighting so lively, all the fucking guns are empty, such a platoon commander in the third row of stalls, he is blind to this combat effectiveness.

No matter how Qi Dajiu slandered, the three rows of monsters were very successful, and such a dense firepower made the puppet army completely panicked, and they all ran to their side and began to counterattack.

The machine guns in the turret greeted them unequivocally, they lived with buckles and ropes, it seemed to be huge, but it actually depended on acting skills, these puppet soldiers were not, the bullets crackled and fell like rain, fortunately, there was no time at night.

The exchange of fire between the two sides was very intense, but no one could help anyone, the puppet army in the turret saw this situation, the enemy was not small, and there were machine guns, so they did not hesitate to send out a distress signal, and with a bang, a red signal flare flew high into the night sky.

Zhang Yunfei was directly dumbfounded, he used too much force, the puppet army was fucking asking for help, and Qi Dajiu This thing is really unreliable, saying that the enemy cannot have reinforcements, and now that the distress signal has been issued, no matter how stupid the general is, he will definitely send reinforcements if something happens, so the time left for them now will not exceed an hour.

Thirty miles away, if you run desperately for the Eighth Route Army, it shouldn't take an hour and a half, but this group of puppet troops should be enough. To be on the safe side, they had to evacuate after an hour.

If Qi Dajiu's bastard didn't attack smoothly and finally returned in vain, they would lose a lot this time, when Zhang Yunfei was secretly worried, Qi Dajiu had already led people to the bottom of the turret.

Because Zhang Yunfei and others pulled the monster technique more powerful, so they didn't find them when they got to the bottom of the turret, and the people in the fourth row hid on the side of the shooting hole, one or two people were responsible for one, Qi Dajiu shouted: "One, two, three" Everyone pulled the grenade fuse in their hands together, waited for two seconds, and then threw it into the shooting hole.

More than a dozen grenades rolled in smoke from the shooting hole on the ground floor, and exploded in the turret in an instant, because the space was limited, the power of this explosion was even greater, the whole building was trembling, and Qi Dajiu, who was leaning on the turret, was buzzing in his ears by this explosion, and shook his head before he ordered loudly: "Rush me." After shouting, he took the lead and went in recklessly.

It is good that the turret is strong, the rifle machine gun can't penetrate at all, and even the grenade mortar can't threaten it, but when it explodes from the inside, this solidity resists the shock wave that spreads outward, so that the internal explosion effect is strengthened, even if it is not directly injured, it is also shocked to death by the direct powerful shock wave, and there is no one who gasps at all.

Qi Dajiu directly led people to rush to the second floor, and even the enemy at the staircase on the second floor was shocked and bleeding, and he was in a daze, so he was naturally not polite, and was shot and killed by the four squads who followed behind.

When Zhang Yunfei led people to attack the turret, the battle was over, and Qi Dajiu was sitting on the ammunition box to bandage the abrasions caused by the space being too small and hitting the corner of the wall during the fight.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Yunfei was a lot relieved and asked, "How is it, there are no casualties." ”

"Fortunately, only Erniu was shot black and died on the spot, and the others were all slightly injured."

Seeing that he didn't care so much, Zhang Yunfei was angry, and went up and kicked him off the ammunition box and fell to the ground.

"Your mother's Zhang Ergou, what kind of neuropathy is there." Qi Dajiu immediately got up from the ground and rushed directly to Zhang Yunfei, "Dare to kick Lao Tzu, believe it or not, I'll kill you." ”

"You fucking brought my people to death, and you're justified."

"Damn, how can there be immortals in war, don't go to the battlefield if you're afraid of death, I can't get used to seeing you like this." Qi Dajiu glared at him disdainfully and said, "This kick is for Erniu, you kick me a little more, look at what to see, move quickly, scavenge for me cleanly, pay attention to some places such as the corner of the wall, don't have any bullet casings or anything fall there." ”

Qi Dajiu ignored Zhang Yunfei and loudly scolded everyone for looting. Zhang Yunfei was a little depressed and didn't say anything more, he had long known that the number of dead people during the entire Anti-Japanese War had reached tens of millions, but after all, it was just a statistic, and he didn't feel much, and it was completely different from the feeling that he was still a fresh life one moment and became a cold corpse the next moment.

Zhang Yunfei also knew that it was abnormal for him to react so much, if he lost control of his emotions every time he sacrificed someone, then this day would not have to pass, this damn war would kill countless people.

But he was born in a time of peace, and his attitude towards life is naturally the same as that of people who have been living in war.

Forty-one people came in the third platoon, forty people and one corpse when they returned, Zhang Yunfei was in no mood to worry about Qi Dajiu in terms of loot, and in the end he only took 200 machine gun bullets, 200 rifle rounds, and four Hanyang-made trophies, and he didn't bother to ask for the other fragmentary loot.

It is better to be a peaceful dog than a troubled person, in this era, death is so simple, and life is so cheap. The loss of a life is only exchanged for this little thing in the end.

But for the Eighth Route Army, every bullet is soaked in the blood of comrades-in-arms, and every grain is the ration saved by the people when they starve.

Zhang Yunfei's lazy Li happily carried the machine gun he had just captured, and Qi Dajiu, who praised Cao's long knife at his waist, didn't even say hello, and returned to Zhangzhuang directly with his third squad.

When the day dawned, the sun slowly crawled out of the gap in the distant mountains as if it had not slept enough, and stepped into the blue sky, continuing its journey that it could not stop.

"Actually, there's no need for that, it's better to die, at least we're winning, and someone will collect his body, and one day we may not even have a corpse when we die." Seeing that Zhang Yunfei was in a bad mood, Li Da Tobacco Bag comforted him rarely, but it was better not to be comforted, this fucking is still always out of place.

In fact, Li Da Tobacco Bag is right, at present, China's troops are always losing battles, retreating in a hurry, and many times even the remains of their comrades-in-arms have no time to bury.

In such troubled times, the living may not be happy, and leaving this world with their eyes closed may not be a bad thing, no matter how many people die, no matter how tired they are, the road they should go on must continue.