Although Mo Tianliu and Meng Mancang were suddenly asked to smash a heavy ammunition box head-on, the two Japanese soldiers guarding the entrance of the passage still made an appropriate response. One of the Japanese soldiers almost didn't look at Meng Mancang, who was rushing towards him, and just stepped back one after another, and his fingers, which had always been on the trigger guard, slid lightly and quickly hooked down on the trigger.

Almost at the same time, another Japanese soldier guarding the entrance of the passage crossed the 38 cover in his hand, and collided with Meng Mancang and Mo Tianliu regardless of the fact that he wanted to use the sufficient length of the 38 cover to block Mo Tianliu and Meng Mancang, who suddenly launched an attack, just to be able to block the two of them and let their companions have time to shoot and warn!

With all his strength kicked, Mo Tianliu held the willow leaf dagger with his backhand, like an angry ram, and hit the Japanese soldier who tried to block the pace of his and Meng Mancang's attack, and the willow leaf dagger in his hand stabbed directly into the heart of the Japanese soldier with the help of the momentum of his body rushing forward!

He knocked the Japanese soldier who stabbed him through the heart to the ground, and he didn't care about the blood trough on the willow leaf dagger that splashed the dirty blood on his face and confused his vision, Mo Tianliu almost ripped his voice and shouted: "Brother Meng! ”

Before the roar started, the two short knives that Meng Mancang had grabbed in his hands had already shot out of his hands, stabbing into the throat and heart of the Japanese soldier who was about to fire a warning shot. Immediately following the sharp knife that burst out of his hand, Meng Mancang's forward momentum did not decrease at all, and he pounced in front of another Japanese soldier, and the slap that had already been pierced suddenly stretched out, and the fingers that had slipped into the trigger guard were broken out and twisted into a strange appearance.

Panting heavily, Mo Tianliu didn't jump up violently until he watched Meng Mancang remove the 38 big cover from the spasmodic hand of the Japanese soldier, and looked back in the direction of the warehouse.

As if he had a heart in his heart, at the same time as Mo Tianliu looked back, a soldier of the Eighth Route Army also rushed out of the warehouse, raised the blood-stained bayonet in his hand towards Mo Tianliu, and swung it vigorously.

With a sigh of relief, Mo Tianliu looked down at the Japanese military uniform that was splattered with blood on his body, and whispered anxiously: "This ...... Is this difficult? Thousands of calculations, but when you forget to calculate the devil, you will be splashed with blood on your body! Just like this, when you enter the devil's turret, I'm afraid that if you lean out, you'll have to find out!? ”

Also stained with blood, Meng Mancang pulled out two short knives that pierced the throat and heart of the Japanese soldier, and simply whispered in response: "I don't care about this much!" Let's hurry up and grab a turret first! As long as we can grab the mortar on the devil's turret, let's immediately turn around and bomb the other two fucking turrets! ”

"Then what if it misses and really blows up the ammunition depot?"

"So what do you say? If we don't go back for a long time, the devils in the turret will definitely be suspicious! Right now, there are two of us in the turret, one eye is staring at the devil, and the other eye has to be staring at He Luoya. In case ......."

Anxiously tore off the bloodstained Japanese military uniform, Mo Tianliu was also so anxious that he stretched out his hand again and again to scratch his head, and muttered to himself: "The brothers left in the turret pretended to be wounded, and now the devils are staring at our large army that has made an attack posture, and they will definitely not pay too much attention to them." He Luoya also told us to clean up our guts...... He Luoya ......."

His eyes suddenly lit up, and Mo Tianliu, who had been muttering to himself for a while, grabbed Meng Mancang, who was full of anxious looks beside him: "Brother Mancang, do you remember what He Luoya said about the devil?" ”

Waving his hand very impatiently, Meng Mancang hurriedly shouted: "He Luoya said that there are too many things about the devil, how do I know what you are talking about?" ”

"It's the devil's ...... Where is it in the north? The song that the devil sang when he was fishing and chopping wood! What do you think it's called...... Solan tune? Listening to He Luoya, the devil sometimes sings this when he is working, and he also takes off his arms and sings while working! ”

"The devil stripped naked and followed us....... Tianliu, do you mean that we also stripped naked and slipped into the turret? ”

"I have to sing the devil's song!"

"But we can't sing, huh? Will you? ”

"I heard He Luoya hum once, it's similar to the trumpet we shouted when we were carrying work and burdens! You will follow me and shout in a while, and you will shout what I shout! ”

After wiping the dirt and blood stains on the ammunition box with the clothes he pulled off, Mo Tianliu turned around and shouted to the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who had regrouped around him: "You have all stripped off your clothes, carried the ammunition and followed me, shouting loudly!" ”

Yuguan walked into the dim corridor again, Mo Tianliu saw that the exit of the connecting turret at the other end was already in front of him, and suddenly opened his voice and shouted: "Babble, hey...... Come on...... Solan Solan ...... Work hard, ......" (the devil's Solan tune, called "Dragnet Minor" in China)

In the absurd shouting, Mo Tianliu's feet crashed out of the exit of the turret. Placing the ammunition box on the ground, Mo Tianliu pretended to make way for his companions later, and stood beside the stairs leading to the second floor of the turret without a trace, but his eyes were fixed on the three Japanese soldiers guarding the firing hole on the first floor of the turret.

It seems that they also heard the absurd tune shouted by Mo Tianliu and others, in addition to the three Japanese soldiers guarding the bottom floor of the turret, even the Japanese soldiers on the second floor of the turret laughed and scolded: "It's really ugly!" Solan tune, which could have made everyone energetic, what was sung by these guys? ”

"The guys from the Qingle County garrison, is your hometown Hokkaido? Singing the Solan tune, it sounds like a geisha in Tokyo with a fat pearl girl (a female shipwright in Hokkaido, Japan, who collects pearls in the sea, and is known for her big waist and naked body to go to the sea to catch pearls). ”

"It's fitting that they should be used as baggage soldiers! Come on, bring the ammunition, the enemy has already begun to assemble, and I am afraid that the attack will be launched immediately! ”

As if he wanted to send a message to Mo Tianliu and the others, He Luoya, who was sitting in the corner of the turret with a shrunk body, shouted in a trembling voice at this moment: "Is this really possible?" The call for reinforcements has never been answered, and relying only on the lords in the turret, can they really resist the attack of those guys outside? There are only four Taijun stationed on the second floor of the turret, and there are only two Taijun on the top floor controlling the mortar, will this kind of power be a little thinner......

Glancing at He Luoya, who was cowering in the corner of the turret, Mo Tianliu blinked lightly, opened his voice and scolded at He Luoya: "Bastard! Shut up! The emperor's samurai, each of them can defeat a hundred! ”

In the midst of the shouting and scolding, Mo Tianliu made a few gestures to Meng Mancang and the others who had drilled out of the passage one after another without a trace, and then he picked up a very heavy ammunition box again, and quickly climbed up the stairs towards the second floor of the turret.

Listening to the sound of the stairs behind him, several Japanese soldiers guarding the second floor of the turret only hurriedly glanced back at Mo Tianliu, and then refocused their attention on the Eighth Route Army team that was faintly visible outside the shooting hole. In particular, the veteran of the Japanese army who was in charge shouted in a loud voice: "It's just to carry some ammunition, are the movements so slow?" Immediately send the mortar shells to the top floor of the turret, and help the gunner install the shell fuse! ”

Loudly agreed to the Japanese veteran's order, but Mo Tianliu did not move at all, until four or five soldiers of the Eighth Route Army carrying ammunition boxes jumped up at the staircase, Mo Tianliu crooked the corners of his mouth towards Meng Mancang who was standing beside him, and then nodded heavily to several other Eighth Route Army soldiers with cold eyes in their eyes, and then climbed up the wooden ladder leading to the top platform of the turret.

Perhaps because a large group of men and horses did not plan to attack the ammunition depot, a large canopy was built on the top of the Japanese artillery tower with wooden poles and tarpaulins. After hastily falling down when facing the enemy now, the wooden poles and oilcloth suddenly occupied a large part of the top of the turret. Seeing that someone was carrying ammunition boxes to support, the two Japanese soldiers who were operating the mortars suddenly shouted in unison: "Hurry up and gather all those debris, and then help us load the fuses of the shells, the enemy will attack soon!" ”

Bending down and putting down the ammunition box on his shoulder, Mo Tianliu looked down at several soldiers of the Eighth Route Army on the second floor of the turret who had also put down the ammunition box and touched their own waists, and then shouted loudly and agreed: "Yes!" That's ...... Do it! ”

In the thunderous roar, Mo Tianliu and Meng Mancang moved together, neatly knocked the two Japanese gunners who were half-squatting behind the mortars to the ground, and easily cut the throats of the two Japanese gunners. On the second and ground floors of the turret, all the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army also drew their daggers or bayonets pinned to their waists at the same time, and each of them struck at the target that they had already targeted!

There was no shouting, no groaning, not even much struggle, and the nine Japanese soldiers stationed in the turret were stabbed to the ground by the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who had infiltrated their side almost at the same time. A strong smell of blood suddenly permeated the originally relatively closed turret, and the Chinese wanted to vomit......

Fiercely stabbed the back of the Japanese gunners who were still twitching, Mo Tianliu shook off the dirty blood dripping from the willow leaf dagger, turned around and lay down on the battlements at the top of the turret, and looked in the direction of the other two turrets for a moment, then sighed softly, turned his head and said to Meng Mancang, who was also lying behind the battlements on the top of the turret: "Look, it seems that the devils in the other two turrets have not been alarmed?" ”

Nodding heavily, Meng Mancang also replied in a low voice: "Let's gamble this time!" Grab the medicine according to the prescription, let's clean up the devil in the next turret! ”

grabbed Meng Mancang's arm, and Mo Tianliu shouted in a low voice: "You have to leave two people behind, and from time to time shoot a shuttle machine gun at the outside of the turret!" ”

Nodding without hesitation, Meng Mancang replied, "Good idea!" Let the devil only focus on the direction of our large army, so we can free up our hands and slowly clean up everywhere! ”

Hurriedly returning to the second floor of the turret, Meng Mancang raised his finger and pointed at the two soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were holding sharp blades without looking at it and said, "Niu Deng, Fan Dongliu, you two stay and hold the machine gun!" Remember, from time to time to hit a shuttle in the direction of the attack posture of the large army. The head in his hand is a little more accurate, and the bullets have to be grazed against the scalp of the large army, so that the devils in the other two turrets can't see the flaws! ”

Before the words fell, the two soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were named suddenly shouted at Meng Mancang in a low voice: "Anyone can do this work, why do you want to keep me?" Lao Meng, if you change someone else, I will still follow you to knife the devil, this job is happy! ”

"Lao Meng, you are eccentric! Why are the people who follow you to move the knife against the devil are all from your third class? Niu Deng and I are in the fifth class, so I deserve to give you a hand and pretend to be sloppy? ”

With a glaring of eyes, Meng Mancang roared very arrogantly: "Niu Deng, you injured your waist when you fought with the devil with a bayonet last time, and this is not good!" What if you are slow to do things and mess things up? Fan Dongliu, what is the third and fifth shifts, the division of labor in revolutionary work is different, and all work is important! Besides, since your fifth class has been on the ground in southern Hebei, when did you fight with the devils, didn't your fifth class scream and hit it upwards? These five classes are now fighting so hard that only you and Niu Deng are left, and the two of you are the seeds of the fifth class! With the two of you, Class 5 will still be there, and you can still set up a shelf, and you can still bump up when you see the devil! It's not negotiable! ”

Although they knew Meng Mancang's kindness, Niu Deng and Fan Dongliu still looked reluctant, and muttered and turned around and grabbed the machine gun that was crooked behind the shooting hole: "Forget it this time...... Next time, let you see the real kung fu of my fifth class of knives, no worse than you swordsman from Qin Fenglu! ”