Chapter 5: The Naked Child (15 A)

Hearing the terrible screams of the battalion commander. Several puppet soldiers who rushed to the front row clamped their thighs in unison. The rifle in his hand was not aimed. I pulled the trigger directly.

This mistake combined with the inherent design flaws of the riding gun. The consequences are absolutely deadly. Dozens of bullets flew out. But only two casualties were inflicted on the partisans. The rest of the warriors who had just come out of the traffic ditch adjusted slightly. Without hesitation, he shot with a bayonet in the lower abdomen of the puppet army in front of them.

"Phew." At a distance of less than half a meter. The effect of the bayonet on the accuracy of shooting is completely negligible. The world's highest chamber velocity is 38 bullets. Beat every puppet soldier with a bayonet. The kinetic energy of the warhead decreases rapidly after penetrating **. Or through the gap between the puppet armies and nowhere to go. Or go ahead and hit another unlucky ghost. Tumbling within the body of the latter. Revolve. Tear open a big bloody hole.

"Ahh Among the first wave of puppet armies that charged most actively. Twenty fell in an instant. The rest were armed with rifles that had already been fired. Neither can remember pulling the bolt to reset. I can't remember to turn around and run away. Trembled. The whole body is soft.

The puppet army rushing in the second wave does not yet know what is happening ahead. Vultures yelled with their weapons in hand." Come on. The Imperial Army is watching us from behind. Ahh

Staring at distorted eyes. They saw the tragic situation of several dead people in front of them. Especially the hapless guys who ate second-hand guns. The holes in their stomachs are as big as fists. Place the intestines inside. My stomach is leaking out. However, there are still many people who have been injured next to the corpse and are still dying. While flipping his body and struggling in a pool of blood. While reaching out to his traitor teammates around him." Save. Save me. Please. Save ......."

"Take three steps forward." Before the first two waves of puppet armies recovered from the shock. The partisans in the trenches have already moved . Stepping on the edge of a trench that was blown into a slope by shells. Move forward quickly." One, two. Thorn." Accompanied by Zhang Songling's password. They are like they are when they are practiced. stabbed the bayonet in front of the 38 Da Gaier at the puppet army who were in a stunned state. White Blade Advance. Red knives out. Blood poured out like a fountain with the bayonet being drawn. Dye each guerrilla from head to toe red.

One hundred and twenty-eight centimeters of the barrel. Plus more than fifty centimeters of bayonets . The total length is up to one meter six six of the three eight large covers. It can be used as a spear in white-knuckle combat. And the puppet army has a four-four type of high-end goods specially designed for cavalry. The length is only ninety-five centimeters. Can't even parry. I could only watch as the white bright knife stabbed me in the chest. Then let out a loud cry of despair. Fall on your back (Note 1)

However, the rifles in the hands of both sides do not have a continuous firing function. The puppet soldiers who clearly had at least three bullets left in the chambers of their guns. One by one, they want to cry without tears. Wanted to re-pull the bolt and fire at the partisans. The bloody white blade was about to reach his chest. I want to muster up the courage to fight hand-to-hand with the dirt eight roads. There was no preparation in advance. There is no time to install a triangular bayonet at this moment. Seeing that the teammates in front of me were stabbed to the ground one by one like killing pigs. It's your turn next. The morale that had been mustered up with great difficulty quickly collapsed. Screamed. Scatter your legs and flee.

"Bayonet. Bayonets." Crying and fleeing from the trenches. collided head-on with teammates rushing up in the third wave. You push me. I'll push you. Quickly squeezed into a huge lump of flesh. Several devil machine gunners who are responsible for providing fire cover for the puppet army. In the line of sight, you can see a group of shaking 'own people', and there is no chance to fire at the dirt eight roads alone. And at a slightly further distance from the pimple. There is also a fourth and fifth wave of unknown puppet armies that continue to pour forward. Blocks the Devil's Heavy view more tightly.

"I.II. Thorn." The movements of the partisans. But it was not affected in the slightest because of the chaos of the puppet army. Monotonous and clear command. Continue mechanically forward. White knife in. Red knives out. It's like a high-speed killing machine. Reverse the platoon of the puppet army that was in front of you. Row by row pushed down into the distance.

Close hand-to-hand. The lethal effect of the bayonet. Much higher than single-shot rifles. Especially when there is a huge difference in courage and training between us and us. The effect is almost a one-sided slaughter. After the partisans stabbed a puppet soldier to death. There is no need to waste time pulling the bolt at all. Pull out the hot bayonet directly from the corpse. to continue stabbing the next enemy. In the blink of an eye. There are more than 30 puppet soldiers who have become ghosts under the noses of their own accomplices. All covered in blood. His eyes were wide open in agony. Facial deformation. The sorrow of dying is more poignant than that of a slaughtered pig.

Close hand-to-hand. The morale-damaging effect of white-knuckle combat. It also goes far beyond rifle shooting. When the partisans pulled out their bayonets from the corpse for the third time. The puppet army huddled together on the opposite side has completely collapsed. Whether it is the first two waves rushing up to the puppet army, the fish that slipped through the net. Or the third wave, which suffered only minor losses, and the fourth and fifth waves, which suffered almost no losses. They all turned their heads in unison. Drop the rifle. Join the army of escapes. At three times faster than when attacking. Flee backwards.

"Spread out. Spread out. Don't get in the way of Taijun." The little lama was wrapped up in the crowd by the puppet army. Stumbling back. While running. While waving the king eight box and shouting loudly. Encourage the puppet army around him to turn around and fight with the bayonet of the earth eight roads. He would never have dared to have such courage in any way. I don't have that ability. But remind the minions to disperse when they run back. Don't get in the way of the "Japanese Taijun". He's pretty much still able to do it. Those "Japanese Taijun" were angry, but it didn't matter whether the garrison brigade was their accomplice or not. Someone who dares to take the initiative to attack their offensive queue. It will definitely be beaten into a sieve with a machine gun on the spot . Afterwards, there was no place to shout about injustice.

"To both sides. Withdraw to both sides. Get out of the way of the battlefield for Taijun." The cronies of the little lama who were temporarily promoted. They're all clever ghosts, too. Knowing that there is no way to reassemble the team at this moment. Just settle for the next best. The first goal is not to provoke the anger of the Japanese. On the run. They all opened their throats and repeated the instructions of the head of the regiment over and over again.

Under their reminder. The panicked puppet soldiers finally regained a little of their senses. have deflected the body. Get out of the way of the Kodama squadron that is advancing rapidly. Take the initiative to retreat to both sides of the battlefield.

"Boom."" Boom."" Boom." A few treacherous mines that were deployed on both flanks of the battlefield in advance. I was accidentally pulled by the puppet army. Exploded one after another. Throwing several corpses into the air. The puppet soldiers who fled for their lives were stunned. On the battlefield flanks are again crowded into two lumps. Neither dare to continue to break into the depths of the "minefield" . Don't dare to block the narrow battlefield and affect the little devils head-on. One by one, they are like zombies without souls. Wandering in place with empty eyes.

To the surprise of the puppet soldiers. This time. Kodama Sueji, who had long expected them to step down in this way. He did not order his ghost soldiers to carry out indiscriminate slaughter. Rather, they completely ignore their existence. The target was directly aimed at the guerrilla fighters who had stopped chasing and killing the puppet army." A squad. Accelerate and rush up. Rush up. Don't give the dirt eight roads a chance to retreat back to the trenches." In the midst of chaos. Kodama's last pure Tokyo accent Japanese is particularly harsh. Yasunao Miyake, the leader of the Japanese squad who received the order, frowned. Immediately led more than fifty devil soldiers to start accelerating. Rushing against the flow of the puppet army to the trenches.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong." The sound of thirty-eight guns came and went. In order to ensure the speed of advancement. The devil soldiers of the first squad of the Kodama squadron. And did not stop to aim and shoot at the partisans. Rather, it fires continuously on the run. Such a way to shoot. The bullet from the rifle missed the head. After a round of shooting. Only two or three partisans were shot. Blood spilled on the field. The rest of the guerrillas quickly approached to find the corpses of the puppet soldiers for cover. Lie on the ground and pull the bolt. Intercept and shoot at the ghost soldiers who rush up.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong." Bullets shoot into the little devil's body with hatred. Send them back to their hometowns one by one. Even in a hasty reaction. The guerrillas are still fighting in a very orderly manner. Six or seven Japanese devils who rushed to the front were hit by Japanese-made bullets. With a face full of unwillingness, he staggered and fell. The rest of the devil soldiers quickly dispersed into clusters. A group of three or two. Skillfully reset the bolt while on the run. Aim at the same target and pull the trigger.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Da ...... "has advanced to a few crooked machine guns just over a hundred meters from the position. Through the gap in the flow of people of the puppet army. Strings of fiery snakes were spewed into the guerrillas' hideouts. Two guerrilla fighters who were aiming at the devils were unfortunately swept by machine guns. The whole person was pushed by a bullet and jumped up from the ground. Shake in mid-air like a marionette." Knock knock. Knock knock. Knock knock knock ...... "farther away. The devil's heavy machine gun has finally found its chance. Shoot rows of bullets. Two guerrillas who have lost consciousness. The volley tore into a mass of flesh and blood.

The fire of the partisans was quickly suppressed. The warriors lie behind a makeshift flesh bunker. Crushed by machine gun and rifle bullets, unable to raise his head. Zhang Songling put down the 38 big cover. He took the grenadier from the hand of little Batu, who had been following him. Trying to hit the little devil by surprise. Yet several of his attempts. All quickly ended in failure. The well-trained devil soldiers didn't give him a chance to shoot at all. Just see a figure emerging from behind the corpse. Several rifles were aimed at the same time.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Da ...... "Little devil's light machine gunner. It seems that he can also see that there is a hidden threat in Zhang Songling's location. Turn the muzzle. Repeatedly shoot at the top of his head. Zhang Songling was forced to be helpless. I had to lie on the ground. Creeping towards the corpse of a dead horse not far from him. Trying to change directions. Relaunch the counterattack. The man has just climbed halfway through." Boom." One bang. There was a forty-eight-petal grenade that exploded at close range. Swallow him up in a cloud of smoke.

"Fat man...", "fat squad...", the guerrilla fighters immediately turned red-eyed. At the risk of being swept by a machine gun. Poke your head out from behind makeshift cover. The indiscriminate shooting of the two devil grenadiers who were sneaking up on the approach was full of holes." Da da da. Da da da. Da Da Da ........" "Knock Knock. Knock knock. Knock knock knock ...... "The little devil's light and heavy machine gun retaliates at the same time. Shoot three partisans who can't hide at the same time.

Fierce machine gun fire. Zhang Songling from between two arms clinging to the ground. Slowly raise half of your head. My head was a little dizzy from the sound of the explosion. But there doesn't seem to be any missing parts on the body. Once again, death passed by him. Except for a few pieces of flesh on his arms. Nothing else was taken with them.

Endure the pain from the wound. Zhang Songling carried a grenadier in one hand. Roll around quickly. Several reels in a row. After tumbling into the carcass of a dead horse. Then the probe quickly glanced outward. Quickly set up the grenadier canister. A forty-eight-lobed grenade was fired at a 70-degree angle." Whoosh.." The Type 92 grenade, specially designed for grenadiers, quickly swept over a distance of more than a hundred meters. Smash next to a light machine gun that is firing." Boom" exploded. Will be the main and secondary machine gun shooter of the light machine gun and the imp. At the same time disintegrates into pieces.

"Grenadier canisters. Beware of grenadiers." Several other Devil Light Machine Heavy who are shooting wildly. Hurriedly tow the machine gun and transfer the position. Take advantage of this rare gap. Zhang Songling ordered loudly. Hand grenade. Second posture. Vote."

"Grenades. Fat Squad Command. In the second pose. Throw grenades." The partisans were amazed and delighted. Repeating Zhang Songling's order. Swing your arms in a prone position. Throw the stringed grenade at the Devil Soldier who is getting closer and closer. Throw in such a low position. The accuracy and distance of the grenade are difficult to guarantee. But the innate deficiency of Jin-made grenades. Once again, it was cleverly turned into an advantage." Boom."" Boom."" Boom." The explosion was heard less than twenty meters from the partisans. One after another. Connected into a line. Didn't hurt a few devils. Billowing smoke rising into the air. But the whole position was swallowed up in a fog.

lest you hurt your own people by mistake. Both the heavy and light machine guns of the little devils voluntarily stopped firing . The guerrilla fighters quickly raised their heads. With the three eight big covers in your hands. Aim for the shadow of the devil rushing through the smoke." Ping Pong. Ping Pong. Ping Pong", put down the devil soldiers who were only seventeen or eighteen meters away from him one by one.

"Ping Pong. Ping Pong. Ping Pong" rushed in front of the devil soldiers fired a volley of guns. Strike back at the partisans. After this round of bullets is fired. They were less than ten meters away from Zhang Songling and the others. No one continues to pull the bolt . Instead, they invariably drew their bayonets . Mounted in front of the barrel.

"Roll back the bullets. Let the earth eight roads see the real white-knuckle battle." In the arrogant shouting of the squad leader Yasuo Miyake. There are thirty-four devil soldiers left in the first squad of the Kodama squadron. Cleanly remove the bullet from the magazine. White-knuckle combat. It is the famous stunt of the Kodama squadron. Back in the day. Kodama squadron running out of bullets. It was to rush into the Chinese port of Arthur with a bayonet. drove all the Russian soldiers inside into the sea.

The little devil is already close at hand. The 38 rifle that had just been fired didn't have time to pull the bolt again. The partisans were not willing to lie on the ground as lambs to the slaughter. That's not their tradition. In the smoke of gunpowder. One by one, they stood up. Clenched the bayonet on the 38 big gay. Converge into a small circle. Use each other's bodies. Protect the key points of the robe. Young face on it. Fearless. No regrets.