Chapter 5: Going to the Front (Part 5)

Zhang Songling's eyes immediately turned red, raised the box cannon, and swept towards the few devil soldiers with three or eight big covers. "Dangdangdang, Dangdangdang......" swept no less than twenty rounds of bullets in one go, only one of which could hit the target, and the others did not know where to go. The devil's light machine gunner immediately discovered his location, gave up the pursuit of Zhu Laofu, and spat out several tongues of fire at him. Fortunately, the hideout he was looking for was still relatively hidden, and most of the devil's machine gun bullets hit the stones, causing sparks to fly on the surface of the stones.

Taking advantage of the fact that the devil machine gunner was busy suppressing Zhang Songling's efforts, Lao Gou and Hu Fengshou changed the angle to shoot the machine gun, and killed a light machine gunner. But the devil's co-shooter immediately pushed away the body of the deceased and continued to pull the trigger. Rows of machine-gun bullets swept over, pressing Lao Gou and Hu Fengshou so that they couldn't raise their heads.

"Tom-" "Tom-" "Tom-" The devil's grenadier began to cover again, blowing up the vicinity of everyone's hiding place. One of the squad members shifted a little slower, and was shot by flying shrapnel, and he didn't even hum, and fell headlong. Another squad member rushed forward to rescue his companion, but was targeted by the devil's machine gunner, and the whole person was swept away and staggered a few steps, screaming and falling off the cliff.

At the critical moment, Zhu Laofu's figure appeared behind another big tree, and the two guns fired alternately, beating the devil's light machine gun into a dumb one. Seven or eight large covers were aimed at him at the same time, and the bullets drew straight lines between the trees and the weeds. Zhu Laofu's shoulder and thigh were shot at the same time, he shook a few times and fell on the hillside. Then hook a small tree with an uninjured leg and continue to shoot at the devils with one hand.

"Little devil, come on, come on. Taste grandpa's awesomeness! As he fired, he laughed, as if he were going to a feast like never before. A grenade whizzed down, kicking up countless branches and leaves. In the firelight, Zhu Laofu's figure rose sharply, standing up to the sky, his wrist turned sideways, and the box cannon named the devils one by one......

"Lao Zhu!" "Brother Zhu!" Several other team members also had red eyes, poked their arms out of their new hiding places, and shot Zhu Lao Fu. The devil's light machine gun was dumb again, and two secondary shooters and one main shooter were hit one after another, screaming and dying. Another machine gun crew had to hastily shift their positions, and on the way out, one of the main shooters was killed by Lao Gou, and one of the secondary shooters was shot twice, and his life and death were unknown. The last secondary shooter jumped behind the rocks with his machine gun, but without the cooperation of his party, his machine gun could no longer produce sustained fire.

"Tom-" "Tom-" "Tom-" A new round of grenades flew in, disrupting the rhythm of the team's counterattack again. With this gap, the machine gunners and ordinary infantry of the little devils, under the command of a squad leader, took the opportunity to readjust their deployment.

When the smoke and dust from the grenade dissipated, the devil's firepower advantage became more and more obvious. Two light machine guns, more than 40 38 large covers, and three grenadier canisters coordinated with each other, and from multiple angles, the sky and the ground simultaneously launched an attack on the detachment. Lao Gou, Hu Fengshou and Shi Liangcai cooperated with each other many times, interrupting the rhythm of the devil's attack with accurate marksmanship. But soon, the sound of machine guns and rifles began to sound like popping beans again. The Devil's soldiers are highly trained, and almost every one of them has fought four or five battles, so they are familiar with how to cooperate with each other to form crossfire. It is also as clear as eating and drinking water about how to operate the crooked handle machine gun. Even if you don't fight as accurately as a regular machine gunner, with plenty of ammunition, you can threaten every corner of the battlefield.

Two of the soldiers of the squad were shot indiscriminately by the devils and fell in pain in a pool of blood. Hu Fengshou was also wounded, and a bullet passed through his cheek, leaving his face covered in blood. One of his brothers was furious and shot a little devil. Immediately after, the devil's two machine guns swept over each other, beating the brother's exposed shoulders and neck into a bloody blur.

"Lao Tzu fought with you!" A brother jumped up from not far in front of Zhang Songling, fired his bow left and right with the box cannon in both hands, knocked over the two devils, and himself was shot and fell. Zhang Songling crawled up to him with his hands and feet, trying to bandage his wounds. However, he found that the brother he had known for less than three days had already lost his breath, and his eyes were wide open.

Reach out and gently close the other's eyelids. Zhang Songling silently took the former's place, leaned out the box cannon in his right hand, and looked for the figure of the devil. It's still a bit far, the little devil has a lot of experience in the battlefield and knows the disadvantages and advantages of the box gun. Before being absolutely sure, he easily refused to shorten the distance between the two sides to less than fifty meters. Zhang Songling gritted his teeth, forced himself to be calm, and continued to aim meticulously, the figure of the devil squad leader slowly grew larger and clearer in his pupils, and was slowly locked firmly by the crosshair.

There was another screeching sound unique to the grenade in the sky, and before the grenade hit the ground, Zhang Songling pulled the trigger. A string of blood appeared on the right side of the devil's chest, and he screamed and fell. The grenade also fell from the sky at the same time, and the mud and gunpowder smoke obscured Zhang Songling's figure.

"Little fat man! Little fat man! Shi Liangcai shouted hoarsely, risking being swept by the devil's machine gun, and rushed into the smoke from behind, looking for Zhang Songling. About four meters from the crater, he saw a body blackened by the smoke of gunpowder. He stretched out his hand to push before rushing to the mountain, but the corpse suddenly turned over on its own, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Like, not dead yet!" Zhang Songling got up with a smile, with a bit of madness on his face. Two new wounds appeared on his left shoulder, beads of blood gushing out in strings, but he didn't feel any pain at all. Continue to seriously hold the box cannon, trying to find a new target.

"Stand back, step back!" Shi Liangcai didn't care about getting angry with Zhang Songling, grabbed this person's neck by the collar, and dragged him back. "The devil grenadier is going to hit here soon, hurry up and retreat with me!"

"Oh!" Zhang Songling shook his stunned head, followed Shi Liangcai, and retreated to a new hiding place before the smoke dissipated. Several grenades followed him to the ground, pulling the entire stone he had been hiding from the ground and pushing it hard into the valley.

"Tom-" "Tom-" "Tom-" "Tom-" "Tom-" "Tom-" The sound of grenadier firing is incessant. The leader of the devil squad who was hit by Zhang Songling should be regarded as an important person. His injury made the devils completely red-eyed.

"Boom!" "Boom" "Boom! "Boom!" ....... explosions came and went, completely covering the place where the team was hiding just now. With the help of the cover of gunsmoke, Lao Gou and Hu Fengshou dragged the injured Huang Xiaomao back quickly. retreated until Shi Liangcai and Zhang Songling were hiding, and then stopped with a breath.

The team of twelve people had only five people left at this point. One of them was seriously wounded and could no longer charge with the group. And at this moment, there is at least an hour and a half before the sky is completely blackened!

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the battalion commander Gou still painfully concluded that the rescue operation had completely failed. Relying on the advantages of numbers, firepower, and combat experience, the devils regained and firmly occupied the initiative on the battlefield. If we continue to fight, I am afraid that if we don't wait until dark, the team will be completely wiped out.

However, he could not immediately withdraw with his brothers. The Devil's light machine guns and 38 guns have a long range, and there is no shortage of good shooters in the team. Evacuate before it gets completely dark, and completely hand over your back to the devils, I'm afraid that what awaits the squad is the fate of the annihilation of the whole army.

"Lao Hu, Lao Huang and I stay and drag the devil! The little fat man of the stone went back and sent a letter to Master Chi! If he can spare his hands, let him send someone to rescue Lao Ji and them. If he really can't spare his hands......." Looking at a few loyal and brave brothers, the battalion commander Gou sighed softly, "Let him kill a few more devils in the future, I will follow Lao Ji to watch him from the sky!" ”

"Let Lao Hu take the little fat man back, I don't know the way!" Perhaps for the first time in his life, Shi Liangcai confronted his boss in person.

"Get out!" Lao Gou pricked up his eyes and shouted angrily. "Immediately bring the little fat man and get out of here, don't forget that the account book of our secret service group is still in your bag!"

"I have already collected almost all the money from the resale of old guns and loan sharks. The rest, leave it to the little fat man to collect! Shi Liangcai became stubborn and immediately became careless. Holding his neck, he revealed all the secrets of the secret service group, "Anyway, the military department also has a share in the money." As long as the account book is in the hands of the little fat man, he will not worry about not being able to get it back! ”

"You ....." Lao Gou raised his hand and gave Shi Liangcai a neck hug, trying to subdue the other party by force. Shi Liangcai was beaten, but he stubbornly got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continued to stalk his neck, his eyebrows cold.

Lao Gou raised his hand for the second time, but he couldn't fight anymore. sighed and said in a low voice: "It's okay, just leave it to the little fat man." Old Hu ......"

"A person as big as a little fat man can't be lost!" Hu Fengshou ignored it, poked out the box cannon from his hideout, and knocked down a ghost soldier who was moving forward with the cat's waist forward. "The little devil is about to pounce, and I don't have the time to talk to you!"

The battalion commander Gou was so angry that he was panting, but he was helpless to take Hu Fengshou. I had to turn my head and take the little devil's head to vent my anger. Shi Liangcai looked at the situation on the battlefield, and after hiding back from the stone, he solemnly untied the backpack from his shoulder and forcibly stuffed it to Zhang Songling, "Remember, this ledger cannot be transferred to anyone." Unless you're going to die soon! ”

"Big Brother Stone......" Zhang Songling's lips trembled, and he took the backpack in his arms. The dispute between everyone just now, he listened to it word for word. He wanted to refuse this errand that might keep him alive, but when he saw Shi Liangcai's warm eyes, his nose was sour, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Let's go, without you as a burden, we might have a chance to escape from under the noses of the devils!" Shi Liangcai laughed and teased, as if he had gotten rid of a big burden, turned around easily, lay down behind the stone and shot at the devil. All the remaining forces of the devils have been pressed up, and under the cover of machine guns, three or five are divided into groups and advance alternately. Every few steps forward, he lay on the ground and fired rows of vicious bullets.

Lao Gou couldn't stop this round of attacks, even if he hadn't fought a few battles, Zhang Songling knew that death was close at hand. Raising the box cannon, he fired the last few bullets at the devil. was about to turn around and evacuate, but suddenly found that more than a dozen devils who had already detoured halfway up the hill had fallen down like wheat straw smashed by hail.

"Chirp!" "Chirp!" "Chirp!" "Chirp!" "Chirp!" "Chirp!" The unique sound of the 38 big cover sounded from the hillside, and the bullet did not fly towards Lao Gou and the others, but shot the head of the devil machine gunner. The two devil machine guns were dumb at the same time, and before the devil's sub-shooter pushed away the main shooter's body to fill the position, there was another row of old-fashioned Hanyang-made gunshots, and the two devil sub-shooters covered their chests with disbelief on their faces.

"Our people are coming, our people are coming!" Zhang Songling shouted excitedly, pulled the trigger dizzily, and the remaining bullets in the shell gun didn't know where they went. However, the devil couldn't take care of him anymore, and on the side of the hillside, at least more than 50 rifles of different models were firing, hitting the little devils with their heads in their hands.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Several wooden-handled grenades exploded in the pile of devils. Compared with the devil's grenade, the lethal effect is simply unsightly, and the only good thing is that the smoke instantly rises high, almost blocking the sight of everyone on both sides of the enemy. Immediately after, a terrible suona sound sounded on the hillside, and hundreds of sturdy men, dressed in various clothes, carrying big knives, spears, rifles, pistols, and even bird guns, rushed down the hillside with a shout.

Oshima, the leader of the devil squadron in charge of controlling the overall situation, stood up from his hiding place and shouted loudly with his command knife. Several bullets flew past, breaking the command knife and punching several bloody holes in his chest.

In the case of a sure victory, he was suddenly attacked by Chinese soldiers several times his size, and witnessed the death of Commander Oshima, and the devil's team quickly collapsed. The leader of the devil squad, who was injured by Zhang Songling on the right side of his chest, rushed out of his hiding place with the support of two soldiers and fled south in a panic. A sturdy man with a red tassel gun caught up and stabbed the leader of the devil squad from behind. The two devil soldiers who were supporting their boss were terrified, turned around in despair, and stabbed the Chinese who killed their boss with rifles that had not had time to put on their bayonets. The red tassel gun trembled, and picked up the two rifles into the blue sky. Immediately after, the sharp spear of Xue Liang stabbed into the chest of the devil one by one, pulled out, stabbed in, pulled out, and completely gave the two ghost soldiers to the account.

More Chinese rushed down the hillside and fought with the devils. Most of them only have large knives or red tassel guns in their hands. Most of them had patches on their clothes. But they were completely different from the Chinese peasants that Zhang Songling had come into contact with before, and they behaved as brave as ordinary soldiers when faced with little devils.

"They, they are ......" were also stunned, as well as Shi Liangcai and Hu Fengshou. The latter, in particular, did not know whether it was out of excitement or because of the wound on his cheek, pointing to the group of reinforcements who looked like farmers and warriors, and stammered and could not speak a complete sentence.

"Withdraw!" Lao Gou was the first to recover from his shock, grabbed Hu Fengshou with one hand, grabbed Shi Liangcai with the other, turned his head and left. He didn't have to worry about Huang Xiaomao anymore, after the suona sound just now, Huang Xiaomao had closed his eyes in relief.

"Lao Ji, Lao Ji......" Hu Fengshou didn't dare to disobey his boss, and while struggling, he pointed behind him with his hand.

"The back road of the little devil was cut off by others, after they knew the news, how could they care about chasing Lao Ji again!" is worthy of being the battalion commander, Lao Gou explained most of the problems clearly in one sentence. But he didn't say a word about the identity of the savior. Not only did he not say a word, but he also threatened everyone with his eyes pricked up, "When we go back, we are not allowed to say who saved us." People didn't plan to save us at all, they had already rescued and ambushed us on the hillside! ”

The second half of the sentence is a bit deceitful. Zhang Songling secretly looked at Hu Fengshou and Shi Liangcai, and saw that these two guys who were far older than him did not refute Lao Gou, so he had to swallow the words that had already reached his mouth back into his stomach.

When the feet of the four of them stepped on the top of the mountain, the shouting and killing under the mountain had completely subsided. Zhang Songling quietly looked back, and saw several men covered in patches, walking to the last hiding place of the group just now, and lifting Huang Xiaomao's body. One of them, the back is very similar to Fang Guoqiang, but they are too far away from each other for him to see clearly.

When he rubbed his eyes hard, he was about to determine whether the other party was Fang Guoqiang or not. The few guys dressed as farmers had disappeared into the crowd. The crowded mountain road is full of patched clothes, and it is difficult to tell the difference between them unless you get very close.