Chapter 4: The Flag is Fluttering (One Moment)

As soon as everyone hid their bodies behind the pile of rocks, a group of Japanese devils had already swaggered along the village gravel road. The total number of people is only more than ten, and there is only one machine gun. As for the "artillery" that made a huge movement before, it was a thin iron cylinder as thick as a child's arm, light and fluttering, and it could be carried by hand, and at a glance it was not heavy firepower!

Just a dozen or so stinky fish and rotten shrimps, but the scale of more than 1,000 "iron-blooded anti-Japanese, defending the family and defending the country, the villagers' autonomous association of villages" was killed like birds and beasts, it really shouldn't be said that they are too strong, or the iron-blooded society is too cowardly. Finally counted the number of enemy troops, Zhao Erzi and the others were all ashamed and purple, and even the old military division who was originally calm and relaxed felt embarrassed, and the Beijing opera humming in his mouth changed his tone unconsciously.

The small group of Japanese troops who were exploring and advancing along the rural dirt road also found the hunchbacked old military division sitting on the waste mill at the entrance of the village, and they couldn't help but be startled by the crazy actions of the old man. They were very impressed by this hunchbacked old man, because on the more than 40-mile mountain road from Beilezhuang to Weijiazhuang, this old man was the only one who had led his men to resist the Japanese Imperial Army. Although the waves of bullets flying in all directions did not cause any actual losses to the imperial army, compared to those who had fled in the past few days, the little devils were still surprised and delighted.

What is surprising is that there are still people who don't know whether they are alive or dead, and dare to go against the Japanese Imperial Army. Happily, I finally met an opponent who dared to shoot, and I didn't get too bored along the way, and there was plenty of reason to impose "punishment" on the following villages.

But the old man's calm demeanor made the little devil suspicious. He was about to be killed, and he was humming an unknown tune as if no one was around. Even the first-class samurai of the empire may not be able to behave as open-mindedly as they can before seppuku. "Could it be that he has no fear?" The ghost army who led the team, Kogoro Caoximura, frowned, stopped the team three hundred meters away from the entrance of the village, nodded to the temporary translator who led the way to everyone, and asked in Japanese, "Mr. Kim, what's going on?" The old man on the other side, as if he had no fear? ”

"Hey, hey, little one understands, understands!" The traitor surnamed Jin had a very limited level of Japanese, so he barely understood the general meaning of Nishimura Kogoro's question, nodded his head, and stammered as he replied, "He, his name is Wei Ding, and he is a former Qing talent." According to the people of Baylor Village, this person is very prestigious in the neighborhood. You know, in China, many people who read books have a rather eccentric temperament. Sometimes it's better to die than to put on a fearless posture! ”

"He is a learned man, no wonder!" Nishimura Kogoro also listened to the half-hung Japanese of the traitor surnamed Kim in a daze. But his rank in the army is too low, and he is really not qualified to choose a more suitable person to lead the way for him, so he can only pull out the general from the inside, "We are in the Japanese Empire, and many learned people have very eccentric personalities. But in our Great Japanese Empire, we respect learned people the most. You go and tell him to surrender with the people in the Zhuangzi. I will arrange for a military doctor to treat his wounds, and I will never ......."

As if resisting a great temptation, Nishimura Kogoro swallowed his saliva and resolutely added, "Never harass the people in their village, just pass through the village." Their previous offenses to the Imperial Army can also be written off! ”

"Hey! Hi! Translator Jin bowed down again and again, and his snot bubbled out of his nose with gratitude, "You are really generous, a mighty teacher, and a benevolent and righteous teacher." I'll go and spread the word now, you'll have to wait! ”

After patting the horse's ass, he rubbed the sweat from his palms a few handfuls on the front placket, and trotted towards the entrance of the village, "Old man, old man." Don't shoot, don't shoot your people! I'm just in charge of the message, I'm just in charge of the word. The Japanese said that they respect learned people and do not hold you accountable for the offense you just had. They also promised to do nothing to the people in the village! They also promised to ask the best doctor for your old man's treatment. Old man, old man, don't toss around when you're old. The 29th Army is finished, no matter how capable your old man is, he can surpass Song Zheyuan! ”

"Someone, push the messenger out for me, behead Liwei!" The old military master phoenix eyes were wide open, silkworm eyebrows were raised, and commanded majestically.

"Order!" Zhang Songling poked out his arm from behind the pile of stones and shot the traitor's brain. Bullet "Ping!" I don't know where to go. The traitor Jin was so frightened that his face was like dirt, and he crawled back with a rolling belt, and complained loudly to Nishimura Kogoro, "General Nishimura, they are stubborn, stubborn!" ”

There was no need to ask, Nishimura Kogoro also knew that his proposal was ruthlessly rejected by the other party, smiled, and said nonchalantly: "Don't call me a general, I'm Juncao, Nishimura Juncao." They refused to accept my offer, which was very good. The Empire respects the Warrior the most, and I'm going to give him a chance to stay proud! (Note 1)

After that, he waved the short gun in his hand and shouted loudly: "Disperse, prepare to attack!" ”

More than a dozen Japanese soldiers quickly formed a straggler, covering each other and advancing layer by layer. In the blink of an eye, it was within 300 meters of the mill to within 200 meters. The grenadier found a proper position, and under the cover of his companions, began to make pre-launch preparations, constantly adjusting the angle and height. Seeing this, Nishimura Kogoro immediately frowned and scolded in a low voice, "Captain Ota, don't waste grenades." Don't you think it's too wasteful to use a grenadier against an old guy who has already been wounded? You've wasted four grenades along the way! You know, the people of the empire have been working overtime to equip us with enough ammunition! ”

"Hey!" The grenadier called Ota had a red face and red ears, and loudly agreed. His military rank was that of a military commander, which happened to be one level shorter than Nishimura Juncao. So even if you are angry in your heart, you don't dare to disobey the other party's orders.

The light machine gun also quickly entered a suitable attack position. Hearing Nishimura Kogoro scolding Ota Commander, the machine gunners, fearing that they would be accused of wasting ammunition, pulled the trigger and demonstratively fired a point near the abandoned millstone, and then stopped the attack.

The bullets hit the stones, and sparks flew everywhere. The old military master Wei Ding smiled, and his body did not move at all. Although Zhang Songling, Zhao Erzi and others were nervous to death, they also knew that at such a long distance, it would be useless to shoot themselves. So he simply shrunk behind the pile of stones, and turned a deaf ear to the footsteps and shouts of the Japanese soldiers outside the village.

"Warriors!" Nishimura Kogoro has been trained by bushido since he was a child, and he admires the calm kung fu of the old military master Wei Ding, so he gave a thumbs up and continued to order, "Go forward, no one is allowed to kill him." I'll put a bullet in his chest with my own hands and give him the credit he deserves!"

"Hey!" The devil soldiers have long been trained to be like puppets, and they never question the orders of their superiors. Holding the 38 big cover guns, covering each other, they continued to move forward quickly. In the blink of an eye, most of the soldiers, except for the machine gun group and the grenadier group, had entered the range of 80 meters from the pile of rubble at the entrance of the village, and still did not meet any resistance.

Several junior soldiers couldn't hold it back, and under the leadership of a senior soldier, Kuwabara Masao, they picked up 38 guns and knelt down to the suspicious position to test the fire. "Smack!" "Smack!" Bullets hit the pile of rocks, and sparks flew wildly. Zhang Songling, Zhao Erzi and the others continued to lie behind the stone pile, their bodies trembling like chaff, but their palms tightly grasped the handle of the gun, ignoring the excitement above their heads.

Two or three rounds in a row, but there was no response. Senior Private Kuwabara Masao was a little confused in his heart, according to his experience, even regular Chinese soldiers may not be able to be so calm. Could it be that there is an old man at the entrance of the village who is stalling for time? Looking at Kogoro Nishimura, he saw the same confusion in the eyes of his boss. Gritting his teeth, he held the 38 big cover, and slowly stood up straight.

"Kuwabara-kun, attack forward, and the glory of being the first to enter the village will be given to you!" Nishimura Juncao and his subordinates had a clear understanding and immediately waved their pistol to order. With his approval, Private Kuwabara Masao immediately quickened his pace, led the few devil inferior soldiers closest to him, and quickly rushed to the entrance of the village.

"All the troops are attacking!" The hunchbacked veteran grabbed a fist-sized stone and slapped it on the scrap mill beneath him. "Smack!" The stones shattered, and Zhang Songling, Zhao Erzi and others also quickly leaned out of half of their bodies from behind the pile of rubble, and fired the bullets at the ghost soldiers who were close at hand.

Two barge guns, three Hanyang-made, but they played with the momentum of at least one infantry squad. Zhang Songling didn't care whether he hit accurately or not, his left and right hands took turns to open the bow. Zhao Erzi and the others also rolled back and forth, grabbed the Hanyang made that had been prepared after the stone pile, and pulled the trigger one by one.

The devil soldiers were taken by surprise, dropped two corpses, and crawled around in search of concealment. There was also a wounded ghost soldier, rolling in a pool of blood, while firing three or eight bullets without a target. As if this is the only way to witness his bravery.

"Hahaha-" The hunchbacked old military master laughed loudly, and the drama humming in his mouth quickly turned into an old student singing: "I only have two piano boys, and I have no ambush and no soldiers." Don't be cranky and uncertain, just come and come, please go up to the castle tower and listen to me play the harp......" (Note 2)

In the chaotic gunfire, a cappella song was particularly harsh. The small army Cao Xicun was annoyed and angry, rushed to the side of the light machine gunner in three or two steps, pushed the other party away, and personally suppressed the fire on the pile of stones. The rest of the devil soldiers also looked for shooting positions, pulled the bolt, and threw bullets at Zhang Songling and the others like no money.

The usual strict and harsh training made the devil soldiers quickly recover their decline. After only two rounds of rapid fire, Zhang Songling and the others were so pressed that they couldn't raise their heads. But what is very tacit is that from the Nishimura military Cao to the ordinary inferior soldiers, all the devils deliberately kept their guns away from the hunchbacked old military division. They want the old guy to see for himself how the Chinese soldiers under his command have been wiped out one by one by the heroic Imperial warriors. They want to kill all the people in the village in front of the old guy, so that the old guy will regret it after he dies, and regret his reckless behavior against the Japanese Empire.

"Sorrel-kun, it's time for you to behave!" After fighting for a while, seeing that there was no movement behind the pile of stones, Nishimura Kogoro stopped the fire suppression, held a light machine gun, and ran forward dozens of steps. Came behind a senior soldier surnamed Sugu and gently pushed the other person's shoulder.

"Hey!" Senior Private Sugatani Jiro simply agreed, picked up the 38 big cover gun, and took the lead, "Yaji......."

Cui Tusheng quickly poked out the barrel of the gun and shot Jiro Sugatani in the chest. The hapless Jiro didn't even have time to greet his soldiers, so he fell on his back to the sky. Black blood poured on the fertile land of China.

"Hit, hit me hard!" The little soldier Cao Xicun was almost mad, and pulled the trigger of the light machine gun again, and fired back and forth at the pile of stones.

Since receiving the order to explore and attack, the devil soldiers of this small detachment have driven straight in, and they have not encountered any resolute resistance along the way. Suddenly, he gnawed at the hard bones, and under the sore teeth, he was so angry that he went crazy one by one, aiming at the suspicious targets behind the pile of stones, and kept pulling the trigger.

Zhang Songling, Zhao Erzi and others also looked for opportunities to keep shooting at the devil soldiers. But after all, they have no formal training, and the bullets fly around the heads of the ghost soldiers, but it is difficult to hit the target. "Look at me!" With the experience of killing the enemy just now, Cui Tusheng was full of confidence, rolled over a few times, came to the front of another prepared Hanyang building, copied it, and poked out the barrel from behind the pile of stones little by little.

"Ping!" He fired a shot at the ghost soldier Cao who led the team, but he failed to hit the target as he did just now. Just as he was about to bow his head to hide, a bullet flew from the side, splashing a splatter of blood under his neck.

"Ahh Cui Tusheng put down the gun and instinctively covered his wounds. Several more vicious bullets flew in and smashed his skull.

Blood and brains splattered, spilling Zhao Erzi's hands all over his face. Enraged, Zhao Erzi pushed away Cui Tusheng's headless body, ran to another pile of rubble, picked up Hanyangzao, and quickly pulled the trigger.

Private Kuwabara was shot in the shoulder and crawled down screaming. A junior quickly ran over, pulled out a bandage, and stopped the bleeding on the spot. Cui Laoba saw the opportunity, leaned out of Hanyang, and knocked over the devil's inferior soldiers with one shot. A string of light machine-gun bullets whizzed and swept through, pushing him and the broken stone in front of him off the pile of stones at the same time.

"Eighth Uncle!" Xiao Wuzi, who rushed back from the back mountain, cried loudly, picked up Hanyangzao, and shot at the devil in a standing position. The devil's light machine gun quickly turned its muzzle and spat out tongues of fire. Xiao Wuzi's body trembled, and a few blood flowers appeared, and he slowly fell.

"Little devil, I'll fight for you!" Zhao Erzi's eyes were completely red, and he picked up Hanyang one after another, aiming at the light machine gun position and hitting indiscriminately. Zhang Songling couldn't care about concealment anymore, and the two shell guns poked out of the stone pile at the same time and pulled the trigger continuously.

The small soldier Cao Xicun was shot in the upper arm by a random gun, and rolled away from the machine gun. A shooter quickly filled the position, and two point shots knocked Zhao Erzi upside down and flew up, and blood spilled in the air.

Zhang Songling's shell gun finally made another contribution, and two bullets in a row hit the machine gunner, sending the other party directly to Amaterasu. A little farther away, Captain Ota received the acquiescence of Nishimura Guncao and quickly pulled the firing belt of the grenadier. The grenade for the "whoosh" grenadier whistled over a distance of more than 100 meters and landed in front of the pile of rubble where Zhang Songling was hiding. Immediately after, a loud explosion rang out, and a black mist filled the sky with debris and dirt, obscuring his eyes.

"It's just me and the Qin Tongren, and I have no ambush and no soldiers. Don't be cranky, come and come, come into the city and listen to me play the harp. It was the last sound he heard before he lost consciousness.

Wei Ding, the old military master who had already fallen into the play and couldn't extricate himself, wiped the blood on his face, slowly stood up, and walked towards the swarming devil soldiers with a smile.

He is Zhuge Liang, he didn't find Liu Xuande with big ears in his life, but he accidentally robbed Zhao Zilong of his errand and entered the encirclement ....... alone. This drama is not in the Three Kingdoms, but in reality, it was sung by him.

Note 1: Guncao, Japanese military rank. Equivalent to a sergeant, he can take on the position of deputy squad or squad leader.

Note 2: From the traditional repertoire of Peking Opera, the Empty City Strategy.