Chapter 5 Naked Son (11th Middle School)

"Brush...", the flare glowed turquoise. The faces of the puppet soldiers were turned white. Riding on a tired horse. They staggered and charged towards the semi-arc position in the distance. It's like a bunch of zombies without a soul. While rushing. There was a muffled cry coming out of his mouth." Yes.. Yes.. Ahh

"Boom. "Two more thunderbolts exploded. Sent a few horses into the sky along with the puppet army on their backs. Then it turned into a pile of flesh and fell. Crackling in the face of the other puppet soldiers. Those puppet soldiers who were already nervous and almost broken were smashed by pieces of flesh and blood. The last sanity in my heart is gone. Screaming and raising his rifle. Towards the trench more than 250 meters away is a wild shot. It doesn't matter if you can hit the enemy or not. I don't have time to think about the bullets in the magazine after they are empty. I haven't had a chance to reload.

Most of the bullets are missing. The flare can provide a light source for too short a short duration. The shooting skills of the puppet army are also very limited. The effect of firing a gun is only equivalent to whistling while walking at night. It's purely up to yourself to give yourself courage. Occasionally, however, a few bullets landed on the bags of dirt that had been improvised in front of the trenches. Say "poof, poof." There were a few muffled noises on the ground. And then it was never seen again.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Dada..... "The machine gun of the Kodama squadron also went off. Tracer bullets drag long tails. Passing from both sides of the puppet army. Dust splattered on the trenches. This special machine gun bullet was coated with a layer of phosphide on the surface of the warhead casing. Burn by friction with air during flight. It emits a miserable green trail. Not only does it make the power of the bullet look even more terrifying. And with the help of the miserable green track. Help the shooter correct the trajectory. Soon. More glowing and non-glowing machine-gun bullets hit the mound of dirt at the edge of the trench. Beat the mound shorter and shorter. It's getting thinner and thinner. There is a danger of collapsing downward at any time.

Listen to the monotonous "poof, poof." Sound. Guerrilla Petu holding a rifle. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He was a semi-recruit who only enlisted in the army last fall. Participated in several battles to expel horse thieves before. But in those few battles. Regardless of the comparative aspect of firepower. Or in terms of the number of people. It's not as disparity as it is now. Therefore, his mentality is far less calm than that of his other companions. It's only a moment. The arm holding the gun has begun to tremble. The body lying in the trench also became extremely tense. If it weren't for the close attention of the companions around you. I can't wait to bounce it up right away. Stand and fight back against the devils.

"Don't be in a hurry." Zhang Songling walked through the trench at the risk of waist. Reach out and pat the shoulder a few times. Help him do a moderate amount of relaxation." Don't be in a hurry. Let them get a little closer. It's too dark. The distance is so far. There's no guarantee that a single shot will hit the target."

"I. I'm not nervous. I am. I'm afraid they'll get up to speed." Little Batu turned his head. I don't want to defend myself." We're only about 50 of us. If the puppet army rushes forward with their lives for a while......."

"They can't get out. If only they could afford it. I won't be a lackey for the little devil." Zhang Songling smiled. One word punctures the false shell of the puppet army." Don't believe you wait and see. They're definitely going slower and slower. The more you go, the more you lose your spirit."

The truth was as he expected. The puppet army has just walked past the position where the grenade exploded three times in a row. It's starting to drag on again. No one wants to walk in the first row. Everyone hopes that the next unlucky person who steps on the thunder is not themselves.

Little Batu grinned at the puppet army's nest appearance. The nervous feeling on my body dissipated most of it in an instant. Turn back. Whispered assurances to Zhang Songling. Fat team. You can rest assured. I. I'm definitely not going to hold everyone back."

"We're all the same. There is no question of who is holding back and who is holding back. When I fought a positional battle with the little devil for the first time. I almost couldn't hold a gun." Zhang Songling smiled. Continue to whisper comfort. The first time I hit a devil with a gun. Or in the Iron and Blood Alliance. Most of the members fled. The elder is nowhere to be found. Vice President Yang Dashun is more neat. simply led people to loot their own warehouse. Only the old military division who is plain and chattering. Take him and a few other lads. I didn't want to "eat the villagers' pancakes for nothing". with their own lives. Somewhat defended a little of the dignity of the vanquished.

It seems like something far away. It seems to have happened yesterday. Zhang Songling smiled and sighed. Keep your head down. Check your secret weapon again. It's a brand new grenadier. It was captured by the guerrillas during a sneak attack on Kawada Kuniaki's convoy this spring. Several chicken leg heavy machine guns and a large number of other guns and ammunition were also seized at that time. But because I didn't expect the little devil to suddenly launch a sneak attack. None of these weapons, which could have played an important role, were carried by the guerrillas. The only such grenadier. I brought it to help the guerrillas train grenadiers. Forty-eight petal grenades specially made with little devils. No less powerful than a small mortar . It's a pity that the guys only carried sixteen ammo with them. Later, in battle, it must be counted and used one by one.

"Fat team. Wait until this battle is over. You also taught me how to make this thing." Half-closed eyes listened to the sound of machine guns for a moment. Little Batu turned his head. With a bit of anticipation, I begged. When the guerrillas pick a grenadier. The conditions are very demanding. It's easy to get nervous like him. Of course, it is not eligible to be selected. Plain eyes look at others holding an empty grenadier and gesturing. I only drool on the side. That mood. To burn more panic and burn more panic.

"Cheng." Zhang Songling nodded. Say yes without hesitation." When this battle is over. You're almost fine. There shouldn't be any problems operating the grenadiers."

"Thank you, Fat Team." Little Batu smiled flatteringly. Turn around. Continue to lie on the edge of the trench and observe the enemy's movements. One hundred **ten meters away. The puppet army has walked like a turtle crawling. Every few steps forward. and tentatively tightened the reins of the warhorse. At the same time keep turning back.

"Delay any longer. It's all dead, it's all dead..."Kodama, who supervised the battle behind the puppet army, couldn't bear it anymore. Command the Heavy to make a death threat again. This time. The bullet swept past the puppet soldiers' scalps. The latter was so scared that it was like someone had stabbed in the anus. Jerk your body violently. And then there was a strange scream in the house. Hit the stirrup with your heel again.

The poor mount couldn't figure out what his master was trying to do. Still want to stand still. He also hissed in a low voice. Slowly continue to move forward. One hundred and seventy meters. The dirt in the trenches did not react in any way. One hundred and sixty meters. The dirt roads in the trenches still didn't react. One hundred and fifty meters. One hundred and twenty meters. Seeing that the old horses walking in the front are about to step into a hundred meters. The partisans on the opposite side still did not fire a single shot. The whole trench was silent. It's as if there's no living person lying on their stomachs inside.

"Could it be that this trench was deliberately set up by Tu Balu to scare people?" I never ate the expected gun seeds. The puppet soldiers were surprised and delighted." They themselves have long since run away. Just like the previous two times. They don't dare to stay and fight Taijun at all."

"Accelerate. Everybody accelerates." Yang Yaozu, the pseudo-head of the regiment, also saw a big bargain. Stretching a long neck from the end of the line. Shouting urging." A charge kills the past. All the troubles are solved. In total, less than a hundred meters remained. As long as everyone grits their teeth......."

"Whoosh....", an eerie sound sounded in the air. Immediately after. A violent explosion sounded behind the puppet soldiers. A light machine gun facing the back of the puppet army and the two little devils next to the light machine gun were quickly pushed up by the heat wave of shrapnel. Flying into the air with teeth and claws.

"Cannons. The partisans have artillery." The puppet soldiers were so frightened that their eyes turned black. Screams came and went. More and more reluctant to rush forward. The war horse under the crotch is constantly looking left and right.

"Rush. Rush up for me." In the green light of the flares. Yang Yaozu, the puppet head of the regiment, continued to loudly boost morale. Not even a hundred meters. Rush up and kill them all. Who rushed up first. Lao Tzu ....."

"Chirp...", a three-eight bullet flew past his cheek. The remaining half of the words were held back down his throat.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong------" Dozens of rifles poked out of the trenches. At the same time, a dazzling flame erupted from the muzzle of the gun. The puppet army that was walking at the forefront was knocked over a whole row when he boarded. The horse with an empty saddle jumps left and right. A loud scream came from his mouth.

All the puppet armies immediately became a mess. The former is in a position to pull the mount and try to turn around and retreat. The lower position is worried about the machine guns of the Warlords. He shrunk his head behind the horse's neck and continued to rush forward. In the blink of an eye. I knocked myself into a man on his back. The screams are more terrifying to the ears than the sound of shooting.

"Steady. Steady. No backwards. The Imperial Army is watching you." Pseudo-Yang Yaozu wiped a handful of blood that was sprayed at the base of the back of his neck. Gritting his teeth and giving orders." Backwards are also dead. To move forward is to die. It's better to rush up. It's like a ....... to die well."

"Chirp..." was another terrible gunshot. There was a bullet flying through the crowd. The head of another puppet soldier standing in his way. Dig a big hole in the middle. This is down. Yang Yaozu is completely honest. Leaning on the back of the horse's neck. Quickly turn the mount.

"Chirp...", the third bullet hit. Skimming his scalp. A cronie who followed Yang Yaozu unwillingly covered his chest. The two eyes widened instantly. He couldn't figure it out anyway. There were two or three hundred people in between. Why did this bullet hit itself? If it's slightly biased to the left. Slightly to the left.......

Slightly to the left by an inch. can pierce Yang Yaozu's head. The latter comes from the plasma sprayed on their own face. Feel the horror of death up close. Clamp the horse's belly with both feet. Rushing to the road like lightning.

The guerrillas of "Ping-Pong, Ping-Pong, Ping-Pong, Ping-Pong------ launched a second salvo. Send more puppets to hell. Because they didn't carry a machine gun. The vast majority of them. This all-team salvo must be employed. to put pressure on the enemy. There are only a handful of sharpshooters. Such as Zhao Tianlong and Little Leon. Have the right to fire freely. At the moment when the flares light up on the battlefield. Find important targets in the puppet army for sniping. In order to maximize the morale of the enemy.

Due to the poor brightness on the battlefield. The effect of sniping is not ideal. But Yang Yaozu took the lead in escaping for his life. But it made the morale of the puppet army worse. Didn't wait for the third round of salvos to unfold. There is no longer a horse on the battlefield that continues to move forward. All living puppets pull their mounts back. Follow behind Yang Yaozu. Retreat in a panic like a tide.

"Keep firing. Spanking the horse's ass." Zhao Tianlong shot a low-ranking officer of the puppet army in the back of the head. Then take the lead and turn the crosshair towards the warhorse.

The partisans did not understand the intent of this order, ------ "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping". But he habitually chose to be respectful. Dozens of bullets flew out of the muzzle . Skimming over a distance of more than 100 meters. Hit the horse's butt, which is far easier to aim than a human body. Clouds of blood splattered quickly from the horse's hips. The bullet instantly entered the flesh by a few inches. But it wasn't enough to make the horse fall immediately. The poor brute's mouth let out a long, miserable hiss. Raised his hooves like crazy. Trying to get rid of the teeth of the beast that bites on their hips. However, the imaginary beast refused to let go. The faster the horse runs." The deeper the teeth are bitten. Flash. The dozen or so puppets who retreated to the end of the group completely lost control of their mounts. Intense pain in the buttocks. Caused the horse to lose all sanity. It's just an escape instinct inherited from ancient ancestors. Running forward without stopping. Run. It doesn't matter if it's the jackal's mouth that stands in front of you. Or the same panicked kind.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Da da da..... "The little devil's machine gun went off again. Let go of Yang Yaozu. Beat the other puppet troops behind him to the back. Some of the puppet soldiers instantly remembered the cruelty of the little devils to the fugitives. Work hard to tighten the reins. Pushed by the tremendous pressure behind him. Staggering in front of the muzzle.

The fourth salvo of "Ping-Pong, Ping-Pong, Ping-Pong, Ping-Pong------" sounded from behind again. The target is still the mount under the crotch of the puppet army. More warhorses are losing control because of injuries. Squeeze into the brigade. Push the team's escape speed to the limit once again.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Da ..... "The little devil's machine gun keeps roaring. In the blink of an eye, more than thirty puppet soldiers have been overturned. Almost twice as many as the guerrillas were killed.

"Boom." Another forty-eight-petal grenade landed. Smash in the Warlords. Knock the second machine gun that was firing at the puppet army to the ground. Around the crater. Dog's breakfast.

The machine gun of the overseer was instantly stagnant. The pressure on the front of the puppet army suddenly decreased. The pressure behind him is getting bigger and bigger. Suddenly. The whole team fell apart. Countless horses raised their hooves. The wind rushed towards the team of devils who were blocking him.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Da ...... "More machine guns turn the crosshairs. No more attempts to suppress the partisans with fire . Rather, it unfolds an indiscriminate massacre of the puppet army. But. It's already completely too late. Led by those wounded and crazy war horses. The whole herd became manic. I clearly saw the flesh flying in front of me. But he still followed the original route and continued to rush forward without hesitation. Let the master on his back shout. To no avail.

Face the guns of the Warlords. The fleeing team refuses to slow down the killing. Flashes of light through flares. The devil soldiers only saw rows of horses with iron palms continuing to approach them. Bigger and bigger. It's getting brighter and brighter. It's so bright that you can't open your eyes.

"Get out of the way. Don't get in the way of the horses." Yang Yaozu finally had a little "conscience" before his horse's hooves stepped on the top of the little devil's head. Screamed and tugged at the reins. Straight over the heads of the Warlords. The rest of the puppet army that retreated. But he didn't have the agility of him. One by one with their eyes closed. Faces are distorted and deformed. Let the crotch mount lead itself to step on the top of the little devil's head. Trample the little devils to the ground.