Chapter 1: Mountain Dwelling (Part 3)

"Sharpshooter!" The two groups of little devils who were responsible for the left and right detours immediately lay on the ground and shot back aimlessly. The two members of the grenadier group, who had been robbed by the weapons in their hands, even crawled to the ground and threw themselves behind the small dirt bag, and they didn't even bother to pick it up for the guys who were eating.

For ordinary soldiers, sharpshooters are more terrifying than artillery on the battlefield. The shells flew with a terrible screech, and experienced soldiers could jump into hiding before the shells hit the ground, avoiding the danger of being shattered by shrapnel to the greatest extent. And being targeted by a sharpshooter is equivalent to stepping into the ghost gate with one leg. You have no idea when he'll pull the trigger, and by the time you hear the gunshots, death is close at hand.

The Chinese soldier in the woods today is clearly the best of the sharpshooters. You must know that at a distance of more than 200 meters, the grenadier is only the thickness of a cigarette in the eyes of the shooter. And since the shooter can accurately shoot a cigarette from a distance of 200 meters, the next time he shoots at someone's head, the bullet will definitely not fall on the person's ear.

The first shot of the grenadier was intended for demonstration, and the second shot was for real purpose. The six little devils are not stupid, and none of them want to be the first target to be targeted by the sharpshooters!

"Bad luck!" Zhang Songling cursed in a low voice, quickly pulled the bolt, withdrew the bullet casing that had been fired, and re-aimed. Since his family knows about his own affairs, he is not interested in playing any tricks with the little devils to shoot and demonstrate. The shot he had just fired was aimed at the grenadier's head, but because of the underestimation of the impact on the terrain, it landed on the opponent's weapon.

The little devils in sight are very cunning, lying lower than the other. Occasionally raising his head to shoot a shot, accompanied by a rapid tumbling motion, he had no chance to trap the opponent with the crosshair. Raising the muzzle of the gun a little higher, he tried to aim at the devil soldier Cao again. found that the devil soldier Cao hid his body behind the war horse, holding a white handkerchief, and kept waving it.

"Brother Zhang, the little devil's officer seems to be waving at you!" The bull, who was responsible for using the shovel to reflect the light to attract the attention of the enemy, poked out half of his head from behind the tree and whispered a reminder.

"Hmm!" Zhang Songling slowly put down the rifle and gently rubbed his eye sockets with his fingers. The ghost soldiers have a lot of experience in battlefield survival, and he is not sure that he will be able to hit a shot. And those stupid-looking puppet soldiers are really not worth his waste of bullets. As long as the little devils are cleaned up, the puppet soldiers will naturally become lost dogs, and they will not even have the courage to bark at people again, let alone avenge their masters.

Seeing that the third bullet was never fired in the woods, the devil soldier Cao understood that his movement of waving his handkerchief had been seen by the other party. Poked out half of his head from under the horse's belly, and greeted him tentatively, "Hey, the Chinese warriors on the other side, can you not shoot first, listen to me say a few words!" ”

"Tell him to fart if he has a fart!" Anyway, he couldn't find a chance to shoot coldly, so Zhang Songling simply pretended to be more generous, turned his head sideways, and motioned to Da Niu to answer for him.

"Brother Zhang said, tell you to fart quickly!" Da Niu was born with a good voice, put his hand on his mouth, and responded loudly.

The devil army Cao has been mixed in the three eastern provinces for many years, and of course he knows that this is an insulting remark. But for the sake of the other party's guns, he decided to spit on his face, "Zhang Jun, in the south of Shimonoda, has just been transferred from Manchuria. Although I have not participated in the battle of Niangzi Pass, I also know that your 26th Route Army Special Service Group is a heroic team. Please allow me to express my heartfelt respect to you and to the other warriors of your 26th Route Army Special Service Group! ”

As he spoke, he bowed under the horse's belly in a matter-of-fact manner, regardless of whether Zhang Songling could see it or not.

What does this guy want to do? The little devil's pug, the security captain of Pingding County, and Zhu Chengbi, who was wearing a gray robe, were confused by his master's actions. Today, he was in the bazaar and accidentally got the news that a company commander of the national army was hiding in his hometown. He immediately invited the nearest imperial army to go out and join hands with his security team to clean up the "remnants of anti-Japanese sins" in the mountains. Unexpectedly, as soon as the two sides began to fight, the dignified Imperial Army Jun Cao suddenly changed his mind and took the initiative to get close to the "remnants"!

Not only was he stunned by Noda Zhengnan's opening remarks, but Zhang Songling, Meng Xiaoyu, and Da Niu, who were hiding in the woods, were also stunned at the moment. In the impression of the three of them, the little devils are a group of clothed beasts, killing people and firefighters, and doing all kinds of evil. Who knows how the beast changed its temper today and actually opened its mouth to talk about people?!

"Although I brought a lot of soldiers with me today, I didn't want to meet Zhang Jun in such perfect weather. I'm so sorry for the scenery around me! "Noda Zhengnan doesn't care whether others have the patience to listen to his own verbosity, and continues to talk nonsense." On the way, you will see many villages, all as peaceful as in the Middle Ages. This is a scene that cannot be seen in the Japanese Empire or Manchuria, and I like it very much, and I can't bear to let the beautiful scenery be ruined by the war! ”

If, according to the Japanese custom, he has to say a few more irrelevant paragraphs before he can get to the point. Otherwise, it would be a great faux pas. But Zhang Songling didn't have the patience to continue listening, picked up his rifle again, and interrupted loudly, "Don't beat around the corner, what are you doing?" ”

"Down, down......" Noda Zhengnan frowned, very dissatisfied with Zhang Songling's "rudeness". "I heard that Zhang Jun lived in seclusion in the mountains today, and I felt very sorry. Therefore, I want to invite Zhang Jun to go out of the mountain and take up the post of security captain of Pingding County, assist the Japanese Imperial Army, jointly exterminate the surrounding red elements, and restore peace to the mountainous area. I don't know if Zhang Jun can give in! ”

"Ping!" He was answered by a gunshot. Bullets flew from more than 200 meters away, and a bullet hole the thickness of a brush was pulled out in the belly of the war horse where he was hiding. The poor brute screamed and twitched and tumbled. Pressed the devil army Cao Noda Zhengnan squarely.

"Protect Taijun!" At the critical moment, Zhu Chengbi was extremely "loyal and brave". Rushing out from behind the belly of his war horse, he lay on the mud next to Noda Juncao, and howled loudly, "Noda Juncao, Noda Juncao hold on." Noda Juncao must hold on, we will pull you out, this will pull you out! ”

The rest of the devils and puppet soldiers didn't care about chasing Zhang Songling anymore, and ran to the corpse of the war horse with a rolling belt, trying to pull their Noda's arm outward. Zhang Songling quickly withdrew the bullet case and pulled the trigger, "Ping-pong!" "Another bullet, this time it finally missed the target, and the devil grenadier who shot it from behind pushed it into a.

"Ah——!h The grenadier clutched his chest screaming, but could not stop the plasma from spurting. Security captain Zhu Chengbi and the devils and puppet soldiers around him were all sprayed all over their faces. "Watch for secrecy!" Noda Juncao, who had his ribs crushed by his war horse, exerted all his strength and ordered loudly.

Even if he didn't warn, the devils and puppet soldiers wouldn't dare to sell their backs to a sharpshooter anymore. Dung shell mantis generally roll around in all directions, looking for a pit where they can hide their bodies. Noda Juncao took another deep breath and continued to order under the horse's corpse, "Captain Oda, you immediately ride Captain Zhu's horse back to the county seat and ask Lieutenant Yamamoto for tactical guidance." The others, cover Oda Commander, immediately, immediately! ”

"Hey!" The devil soldier, called Oda, lay on the ground and crawled towards another war horse. The rest of the devils and puppet soldiers pointed their guns at the location where Zhang Songling might be hiding, "ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong", and hit the sawdust flying in the woods. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the devil Wu Chang Xiao Tian jumped on the horse, lay on the saddle and galloped away from the village.

No matter how good Zhang Songling's marksmanship is, it is impossible for one person to shoot at twenty people at the same time. Hide behind a big tree with a thick embrace, and gently rub your eyes. Sniping targets from a distance consumes a lot of eyesight. After only a few shots, his eyes were already as if they were fascinated by the sand.

Meng Xiaoyu quietly crawled over and massaged his temples with his fingers. This time, she finally learned to restrain her strength, and every movement was gentle like never before. Da Niu looked bitter on the side, but ordered himself not to think about the future as much as possible. turned his head and took the initiative to observe every move of the devils and puppet soldiers for Brother Zhang.

After firing the gun indiscriminately for a while, the devils and the puppet soldiers took a chance and moved closer to the corpse of the war horse again. "The little devil still wants to save the official!" Da Niu quickly informed Zhang Songling of the situation, and the latter rolled out from behind the trunk of the tree, grabbed three or eight shots, and hit the next target with a crosshair.

"Ping!" Another grenadier fell in response to the gunshot. This is the fourth unlucky guy to die today under the 38 shots. The rest of the devils and puppet soldiers no longer bothered to rescue Noda Juncao, so they rolled and scattered, and continued to shoot blindly into the woods.

"It's worth dying under the gun of such a person!" Knowing that it was impossible for him to be rescued from the corpse of the war horse before the reinforcements arrived, Noda Juncao felt a sense of tranquility in his heart for no reason.

The son of a big board merchant, he was drafted into the army after graduating from junior high school, and was stationed in Manchukuo for four years, participating in dozens of conscriptions against "troublemakers". However, this kind of murder and arson made him feel very exciting at first, until one time, they blocked the leader of a "troublemaker".

The leader of the "troublemakers" confronted them in the cave for three days and three nights, armed with a box cannon. It wasn't until they used gas bombs that the trouble was finally resolved. But when they tried to carry the body back to the public as usual, they found that the body was as light as a ball of thatch. Several colleagues were intrigued and picked open the stomach of the corpse with bayonets. There was only a small amount of moss and dirt inside, and there was not even a trace of food to be found.

The troublemakers don't have enough food, not enough bullets, no cotton clothes to keep out the cold! However, they will never give up resistance. At the moment when he left the body of the leader of the troublemakers, Noda suddenly felt that the empire might lose this protracted war.

China is too big, and there are too many people. Among them, there are many guys who are willing to "adapt to the times", like Zhu Chengbi and the puppet army under his command, but they are often incompetent. And those who are really capable and truly worthy of being samurai, would rather shed the blood on their bodies than give in to the strong. This made him feel very tired, and he often saw himself in his dreams, tied to a tree, and disemboweled with a bayonet, just as he had done with Chinese prisoners!

Blood debt and blood repayment! In his nightmare, he heard countless voices shouting like this. He knew that those voices were real, right where he couldn't see, close to him. He didn't want to die in China, he didn't want to be liquidated by the Chinese, he wanted to go home, continue to study, and continue to live the days of drinking and singing under the cherry blossoms.....

In April, the cherry blossoms in Osaka have been thankful for a long time! At the moment when the blood in his body was about to be drained, Noda Juncao sighed, and an endless crimson appeared in front of him.