Chapter 5: The Naked Child (14B)

The main role of the detergent is psychological deterrence. The lethality requirements for explosives are not high. Therefore. A Jin-made grenade carried by a guerrilla. It became the best choice. Just bury the head of the grenade in the dirt. Unscrew the safety cover on the back of the handle. Then pull out the ignition string inside. Tethered to the roots of artemisia grass or shrubs. You can create a simple deceitful mine. The little devil or the puppet army kicked it up. Definitely blown to the ground.

Zhang Songling was in the old 26th Road Special Service Group. followed Shi Liangcai and others to "reinforce" the position with treacherous mines. After coming to the Blackstone guerrillas. Limited by the supply of materials. Be more enthusiastic about this trick. Not only did he pass on the skills he learned that year to his teammates around him. I also invented a lot of new ways to play without a teacher. Such as three thunders in a string. Child-mother chain, etc. Specially aimed at the characteristics of little devils who like to advance in groups when fighting. Influenced by him. Zhao Tianlong and other key members of the guerrillas were also familiar with the arrangement of the tricks. At this moment, I heard Zhang Songling's suggestion. Immediately nodded in agreement. Pick up a few bundles of Jinzao grenades and jump out of the trench. Under the cover of night. Secretly go and prepare an appetizer for the devil and the puppet army.

Their movements are neat. The little devil's speed of preparation is not slow. When Zhao Tianlong's figure just jumped back into the trench. Outside the position. The neighing of heavy machine guns has been heard." Dangdangdang. Dangdang. Dangdangdang ......". The fortifications that the partisans had worked so hard to rebuild were smashed into pieces. From time to time, forty-eight grenades exploded on both sides of the trenches. Dirt and pebbles splashed several feet high. Then fall back into the trenches. The soldiers were smashed with blue noses and swollen faces.

"Everyone immediately retreated.." Zhang Songling knew that this was the usual way for little devils. I don't even want to. Lead the surrounding guerrillas and move into the traffic ditch." Don't fight back. The little devil didn't come up so quickly. The puppet army didn't have the courage to rush forward with bullets in their heads."

"Hehe......" There was a relaxed laugh in the trenches. Although I know that I may not be able to leave alive. However, the partisans are still proud that the fat captain is always the first to be the first to be the first to do so. They grabbed their rifles, which were already full of bullets. The tanuki hunched its body like a tanuki and followed behind Zhang Songling and Zhao Tianlong. Retreat back along the traffic ditch that has been cleared up. only ran more than ten meters away. Suddenly there were a few familiar whistling sounds in the night sky. Immediately after. The entire trench was completely swallowed up in a heat wave of metal and explosives.

Learned from the experience of the previous battles. The partisans pressed their bodies even lower. Try to avoid any part of the traffic ditch exposed. The aftermath of the explosion was sandwiched with mud and shrapnel. Swept over the arched spine of the last partisans. It burns their backs so badly that they hurt. However, only a few minor abrasions were inflicted on the backs of the two guerrillas. Feel free to wipe the wound with cotton soaked in thick salt water. It doesn't affect them to participate in the battle.

"Stand here. Turn back in place." After running more than 30 meters without looking back. Zhang Songling suddenly stopped his footsteps. Turn around. Shout to all the brethren who were coming behind him.

The partisans did not hesitate to choose obedience. One by one, turn your head back in the direction facing the enemy. Hold the rifle tightly in your hand. The bombing continues. High-explosive shells fired from the 92nd infantry gun, small grenades fired from the Type 97 mortar, and 48-petal grenades smashed by grenadiers fell alternately. The trenches, which were only more than thirty meters long, were repeatedly plowed. The first few thunderbolts left out by the puppet army in the trenches couldn't withstand such a violent toss. There were also explosions one after another."" Boom.."" Boom.."" Boom.." The smoke characteristic of the explosion of black powder rises into the air. Shrouded the entire position in a fog.

"Boom."" Boom."" Boom." The monotonous and frightening sound of the explosion is endless. It's as if the whole earth has to be turned upside down before I stop. Forty-eight-lobed grenades fired from a grenadier are not easy to control because of the target. Pierce through the fog. Flew all the way to the vicinity of the second half of the traffic ditch. before the volley exploded. Hot shrapnel flew around. Cut countless gaps in the edge of the traffic ditch. A stream of blood suddenly erupted from the temple of a warrior who was staring at the position. Stunned. Carrying a rifle. Fall slowly.

"Xiao Liu... Xiao Liu..."The other team members in the vicinity rushed to the rescue. But it's too late. The guerrilla Xiao Liu, who was pierced in the head by shrapnel, soon stopped breathing. The two eyes are always round. Slow to close.

"Spread out. The devil's artillery is about to be extended." Zhang Songling rushed forward. Push away the soldiers who are holding Xiao Liu's corpse and shouting. Shout out. The crowd glared at him hatefully. Then he reached out and smoothed Xiao Liu's eyelids. Disperse and dodge. More shells and grenades fell overhead. Aimlessly covered grass on both sides of a traffic ditch. Splash more dirt and stones. In the smoke of gunpowder. Someone else was unfortunately affected by shrapnel. Fell silently. The brothers in the neighborhood crawled silently. Silently help him close his eyes.

As a warrior. No one can expect eternal life. What they can do at the moment. Just let your teammates walk a little more decently. Let the little devils who are desperately firing cannonballs in the distance know. On the land of China. Not everyone likes to be a puppet army. No matter how sophisticated the little devil's weapons are. Tactics are more advanced. There is always a group of people who do not want to be slaves. One after the other stood in front of them.

I was born and my kingdom died. I die and my kingdom lives. Between life and death. There is always a group of men who will choose the latter without hesitation. No matter how much people in the future look down on their efforts. No matter how unproductive juniors misinterpret their choices today. No one can deny that. They were men when they were alive. He was also a man when he died.

"I see almost. Such a high-intensity bombardment. There can be no more living Eight Roads in the trenches. If they keep hiding behind and won't show their heads. We're not going to be able to blow it all the way with cannonballs." More than 500 meters away on the command vehicle. Kuniaki Kawada puts down the binoculars. Discuss with Shirakawa Shiro in a low voice.

"Almost. It's time to send a general attack signal to Kodama kun. I'm going to command the roundabout troops now. Strive not to let any of them slip through the net." Shirakawa nodded in agreement. Jump off the command car. Trotting towards another small army that had been waiting in the darkness for a long time. In total, there are only two squads of troops. Twenty-six people. But all of them are carefully selected night fighters. As long as Shiro Shirakawa leads them back to their positions. The dirt road on the opposite side is hard to escape.

"Good luck." Kuniaki Kawada waved at Shirakawa Shiro. And then decisively give the order for a general attack." Three red flares. I wish Kodama Jun success."

"Squeak..."Squeak.."" Squeak.." Three flares were quickly raised. Illuminate half of the battlefield under the night sky as brilliantly as fire. Infantry artillery, mortars and grenadiers stop firing at the same time. The sound of heavy machine guns also stopped abruptly. The puppet troops, who had already gathered a hundred and fifty meters from the first trench, jumped up. A ghostly cry came out of his mouth. Hordes rushed to the edge of the trenches. Almost everyone. Cruelty and happiness are written all over his face.

"Such intensive bombardment. It's almost time to kill all the dirt."

"Well deserved. Who made them not see the situation clearly."

"Damn. If it weren't for their stubbornness. Uncle, how could I come to such an unfortunate place to feed mosquitoes?"

"It's better to let them all go to eighteen levels of hell. Never be overborn. You can never trouble Taijun again."

The puppet army slammed into the belly. Cursed. In the most vicious language. Curse those who make them ashamed of themselves. People who make them feel guilty. He was also born as a boy. They chose to live in secret. And those dirt roads have to stand to meet death. What is the reason for the dirt eight roads. Do they think that with the few broken guns in their hands? Can you stop the rolling iron hooves of the Imperial Japanese Army? Do they have no parents in their families to honor? Do you have to support your wife and children? These are the uninformed breeds. These lawless fools. How could they live so proudly! So clean...

In the eyes of the leading party who is willing to be a dog for the aggressor. Loving one's homeland is definitely a crime. Regardless of time and space. Regardless of the age. So. They are ashamed. Fearful. The other party must be completely destroyed. Only those who love their homeland will be beaten into criminals from the spiritual to the **. Turn everyone around you into your own kind. The leading party and his disciples and grandchildren can live happily. Live without any guilt. So. Despite knowing. Someday. They will be put on the judgment seat of history. Maybe. Retribution is in the next moment. The puppet army is still shouting hoarsely. Like a swarm of flies that smell flesh and blood. Boom. Buzz buzz. Shameless. Endlessly.

"Keep up. Be hidden." Seeing that the ranks of the puppet army are about to rush into the trenches. Under the cover of the shelling just now, Kodama sneaked up in front of the position and waved his hand for the last time. Order the devil soldiers around him to start moving. The real blade is hidden here. The puppet army in the front row rushed fiercely. Shout and rejoice. But it's just a bunch of cannon fodder that attracts firepower. Kodama never pinned her hopes on them to break through the position. I believe that the dirt road on the opposite side will not either.

"A squad. action." In the dark. A devil lieutenant jumps up. led dozens of little devils to stick behind the puppet army. Immediately after. Two more squads jumped. A left. One right. Silently touched the trench of the dirt road. The barrel of the gun in his hand reflected the cold light.

"Rush. Taijun watched from behind..."In front of the trench. A garrison brigade commander shouted. It went so well. This time the attack went too well. In the end, the Imperial Japanese Army is still powerful. Just with artillery . It narrowly bulldozed the entire position of the Dirt Eighth Road. The first person to lead the charge into the trenches will be credited. Steady progress is just around the corner. is fantasizing about how he will feast guests after he is promoted. Shining Neighborhood. Suddenly there was a flash of sparks underneath him. It's in the dirt beneath his feet. A guerrilla fighter got out. Shot his little brother with the muzzle pointed upwards." Phew." The sound is crisp and loud. The pseudo-battalion commander was stunned. The shouting immediately turned into a howl." Yes... Help..."