Chapter 5: The Naked Child (15B)

Light machine gun. How can there be a light machine gun on the dirt eight roads. They brought light machine guns . Why did you always hide in the previous battles and did not make .. The little devils who were preparing to launch a white-knuckle assault were caught off guard. Time. I actually forgot to lie down and dodge. One by one, he watched as the light machine guns that suddenly emerged from the trenches were aimed at his chest and spewed out several fiery snakes. And then with a face full of disbelief.

"Phew!" Phew."" Phew." The members of the second battle group who had long been in the trenches with red eyes. also picked up the 38 big covers. Shoot a whole volley of vengeful bullets quickly. So close at a distance. The formation of the little devils stood so closely. You don't have to aim at all. Just point the gun at the crowd. can ensure that the bullet is not missing.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Dadada....."Bah!"" Phew."" Phew."" Phew!"" Phew."" Bah.". Under the fire of light machine guns and 38 big gayers. It's just two or three seconds of effort. The little devils lined up in a dense white-knuckle attack formation. It was cut off a whole row by bullets. The devil soldiers, who were not at the front of the team, realized that they had fallen into the trap again. A terrible exclamation came out of his mouth. Turn around. Wolf running dolphin burst.

"Kill give."" Kill and give." The supreme commander of the devil's third squad. Lieutenant Michitake Minami raised his sword. Knocked down four devil soldiers one after another. None of them could contain the rout of the entire charging team. Influenced by the spirit of bushido. The devil soldiers can easily launch a white-knuckle assault against the ** man with a single-shot rifle. I won't be afraid to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the dirt eight roads. But you let them use their flesh and blood to block the eye-catching light machine guns. It's still a little too strong. Luckily not caught up by the bullets. There was no scream from the devil soldiers who executed military law on the spot. Quickly change the back route. Avoid the range of the Command Knife. Continue to run backwards around Kodama last time. No one will remain where they are and die.

What's the point of staying where you are.. In order to avoid the powerful 38 shots with penetrating force accidentally injuring their own people. The big guy before the battle began. They all returned the bullets in the chamber according to the rules. And the dirt eight roads that have been hidden in the trenches. But everyone pressed the magazine to the fullest. As soon as the dirt hachi pulls the bolt, he will be able to put down a person here. And the guys want to stab the bayonet in the chest of the dirt eight roads. You have to run for at least three to four seconds. There is a delay of three or four seconds. Who knows how many more rifles will be targeted..

The Devil Soldiers can't see the entire battlefield from the night sky. Of course, I can't judge the second battle group led by Zhao Tianlong. There are only about 20 people at full capacity. I didn't think there was only one light machine gun that was spitting fire snakes at their backs. They just rely on instinct to stay away from the trap of death. With instinct to retreat to a safe area first. After reloading the bullet into the chamber. Then the artillery and machine guns covered the relaunch of the attack on the guerrilla positions. No one will stop making senseless sacrifices.

Not only were the devil soldiers who were ready to engage in white-knuckle warfare stunned. Even the devil machine gunners who cheered for their accomplices in the distance. They were all stunned by the sudden upheaval on the battlefield. They didn't expect it either. The guerrillas still have a crooked handle in their hands. They didn't even think about it. The guerrilla cadre who got the crooked handle. When the robes that were able to survive to the outside of the trenches were almost killed. Only then did he suddenly jump out and launch a sneak attack. It takes a cruel heart. will watch their robes fall in a pool of blood one by one. but insisted on not helping... It takes a lot of crazy minds. will work out such a cruel trap...

"Fire. You fire. Hurry up and fire. Bring me down the light machine gun of the dirt road." Throughout the front-line battlefield. Kodama is probably the fastest person to regain his composure. Three or two steps rushed to the side of a stunned heavy machine gunner. Lift your leg and kick him to the ground." Fire. Hold down the light machine gun of the dirt eight road for me. Bring me all the brethren."

"Fire. Open fire." The machine gunners repeated stiffly. Readjust the shooting scale. Be prepared to provide the necessary cover for the robbers who are retreating in panic. However. Much to their embarrassment. In normal training, there is a lot of emphasis on the ghost soldiers who cooperate with the machine gunner. Actually forgot to give the machine gun a firing angle at the critical moment. Like a nest of ants that have been carried out of their nests, they retreat in a hurry. Completely lost organizational order. The Heavy if they pull the trigger in a hurry. It will not be the partisans who will be killed first. It's a group of their own people.

"Don't panic. Don't panic. The Taisho 11 style can only hold six magazines at a time. That's only 30 rounds in total." Inside the noisy "ant colony". Lieutenant Minamiji Michitake is still making a final effort. It's just two or three seconds. His place is already from the last row of the line. It's the most protruding front row of the whole line. But he didn't want to go with the flow. Still trying to gather his panicked men. Wash away the shame I suffered this time because I was caught off guard.

"Phew." An oncoming bullet put an end to this unrealistic dream once and for all. Punched in the middle of his head. The ** with white flowers drilled out from the depths of the neck socket. Lieutenant Minami's body stiffened. A sigh of relief came out of his mouth. Fall on your back to the sky.

"Phew." Zhang Songling quickly reset the bolt. Aim for another little devil in a lieutenant's uniform. Pull the trigger decisively. Bullets catch up from behind. Pierced the body of this devil's junior officer. The other devil soldiers around this man became more and more panicked. Screaming and screaming. Hugging the head of the rat.

"Click...", a familiar crunch came from the crooked handle. The light machine gun in Zhao Tianlong's hand had only fired out thirty rounds at this time. It lasted about eleven or two seconds. In total, only seven or eight devil soldiers were killed. But this time the little devil hit hard. Completely turned into a joke.

"Grenades. Throw a grenade." lest other devil soldiers in the distance find a chance to retaliate. Zhang Songling threw away the Type 44 rifle that had no bullets in the chamber. At the same time, he opened his throat and reminded loudly. Then he bent over. Carry a comrade who was stabbed in the lower abdomen on his shoulder.

"Grenades. Hand grenade. The fat team said with a grenade." The guerrillas, who had run out of bullets in the chambers, reminded each other. Twist the cap of the grenade and pull the string. Thrown from behind into a team of fleeing devil soldiers. Suddenly. The sound of explosions has become the main theme on the battlefield again." Boom boom. Boom. Rumble. Boom." Jin made grenades with poor power. Few fragments. However, more than two dozen exploded at the same time. The momentum is still amazing. More than a dozen devil soldiers who escaped too slowly or were not resolute enough were sent back to their hometowns. Thick black smoke rose into the air. Obscuring the sky.

"Withdraw." Zhang Songling's voice rang out again. With a bit of huskyness. Take a few quick steps. He's another one bent over. Grenadiers and grenade backpacks were retrieved from the carcasses of the horses. Take the lead in withdrawing in the direction of the second line of trenches.

"Withdraw. Fat Squad Command. Withdraw." The partisans loudly repeated the order. Bow your head and pick up a brother from the nearest pool of blood. Carry it on your shoulders. Before the devil's artillery makes a retaliatory bombardment. The tide generally recedes.

Most of the robes they had carried were already in a state of dying. The few who can still moan in their mouths. Take the guerrillas for their current medical condition. It will also be difficult to snatch them back from the presence of Lord Hades. But those partisans who carried them . No one chose to give up. Everyone knows that. If it weren't for the fact that these wounded people had just blocked the little devil's bayonet with their bodies. Lying in a pool of blood right now. It's themselves.

I'll protect your back. Until my blood stains it red. Because you are my comrade-in-arms.

I'll protect your back. Until I lost my breath. Because I am your brother.

I did it. I didn't give up on my promise. I will never regret it.

I am your brother.

In this life, in the next life, in life after life

Forever brothers!

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"Boom...""Boom...""Boom.." A dull explosion sounded from behind. The firelight illuminates half the sky. A whole squadron of the Kwantung Army was dispatched. But he couldn't take down the only dozens of Tubalu defensive positions. The little devil was annoyed and angry. Throw all sorts of shells and grenades at the positions for no money . In a vain attempt to turn the whole position upside down. Use a thick layer of dirt to cover up their embarrassment and shame.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Da da da ....... "tracer bullets dragged a bright trajectory across the battlefield. Through the smoke and dust blown up by the shells. Illuminate the second line of trenches. The figure of the partisans. Nineteen plus eight. Twenty-seven in total. All the remaining brethren from both groups who could still lift a rifle. It's all here. And today at noon when departing from Crescent Lake. Their total number is one hundred and twenty-three.

The casualties were more than five-sixths. The team still hasn't collapsed. Opposite. Every guerrilla who was still able to stand up straight looked at Zhao Tianlong and Zhang Songling with a determined face. Looking forward to their next order.

From more than two o'clock in the afternoon to now. They had only one-twentieth the strength of the enemy. Blocked the little devils and puppet soldiers for more than ten hours. This record. Enough to be proud of. Even if it lasts for another thirty minutes. And then he died with this pride. They will also die without fear. No regrets.

But Zhang Songling is unwilling to continue to make meaningless sacrifices." We bought the RED team enough time to retreat. Little devils are not iron-clad either. They definitely need a break too." Looking at the young and resolute faces in front of him. He said word for word." Put the fallen brethren in the trenches. and tie all the brothers who are still breathing to their horses. Before the little devil reacted. Let's go."

"Let's go." The decision of a good brother is his own decision. Zhao Tianlong waved his arm and repeated loudly. Leave a breath in. Let's continue to kill the little devils in the future.".

"Hmm." The crowd nodded heavily. Then carry your beloved rifle on your back. Settle the remains of the warriors. Lift the wounded and unconscious robe. With the help of the devil's artillery fire "cover", he quietly retreated to the tethered horse post farther away.

The crowd quickly settled the wounded. Roll over and jump on the mount. Gently clamp your legs. The warhorse, who knew his master's thoughts, responded softly. Spread out the four hooves. Run west along the quiet Liuhua River. In the blink of an eye. He left the blood-soaked position far behind.

"Boom."" Boom."" Boom." Several high-explosive shells kicked up billowing smoke and dust near the second line of trenches." Rumble. Rumble. Boom." The two bundles of Jinzao grenades that were deliberately buried on the edge of the trenches before Zhang Songling and others retreated were detonated by artillery shells. Tons of dirt whizzed down from the edge of the trenches. Completely bury the remains of the warriors lying inside.

The soil stained red by blood is extraordinarily fertile. In less than a month. Weeds will sprout again on crumbling trenches. So that no trace of war can be seen anymore.

Stay until spring next May. Flowers rooted in the bodies of the warriors. will illuminate the entire wilderness.

Alcoholic's Note: Originally, this verse was the final chapter of Book 4. But I didn't finish it today. There's one more section tomorrow.