Zhao Zhi squatted in the grass and moved a few meters to the left, and finally could see those Japanese soldiers. There were four Japanese soldiers in total, and they were cautiously walking towards the big stone with their guns in hand. The leader of the Japanese soldiers, apparently a veteran, had his fingers on the trigger all the time, and the butt of his rifle was pressed against the shoulder socket, so that he could shoot at any time. The remaining three guys who followed behind were obviously much worse, their guns lowered, and their heads were constantly looking around.

"Come on, come on" Zhao Zhi took a deep breath and slowly raised the submachine gun, he wanted to kill the Japanese veteran first in the first place. The first strike was strong, Zhao Zhi stood up violently, stood in the half-human-high grass, pulled the trigger, and suddenly shot out of the half-box bullet. The bullets rained down on the Japanese soldiers 7 or 8 meters away, and the Japanese veteran was the first to be shot, screaming and falling to the ground, his body sprayed with blood plasma from the bullet holes.

Zhao Zhi did not hide in the grass anymore, but shouted and rushed forward with a submachine gun, facing the remaining three Japanese soldiers. "Die, die" Zhao Zhi, who rushed forward, pulled the trigger, and the remaining half of the magazine of bullets was given to the three Japanese soldiers who had not yet reacted. Regardless of whether the Japanese soldiers who fell to the ground were dead or alive, Zhao Zhi threw away the submachine gun that had emptied the magazine, took out his pistol, and desperately pulled the trigger on the Japanese soldiers on the ground. "Die, die" It wasn't until the pistol hung up that Zhao Zhi stopped shouting hysterically.

In the desperate situation of life and death, on the battlefield of blood and fire, Zhao Zhi is actually a recruit. This was the first time Zhao Zhi had faced the Japanese army alone, and it was a hand-to-hand charge duel, so there was no reason why he wouldn't be afraid. But fear does not affect the bloodiness that Zhao Zhi has in his bones, when Zhao Zhi was forced to a dead end, his bloodiness buried deep in his bones finally began to explode, bloodthirsty and brave.

Zhao Zhi, who calmed down, changed the magazines for the submachine gun and pistol, and listened to the surrounding movements. After groping around with the corpses of Japanese soldiers for a while, Zhao Zhi found four grenades, and he decided to see what was behind the big rock. Following the grass on the side of the big stone, Zhao Zhi slowly leaned over, and the submachine gun in his hand was always pointed ahead, guarding against possible Japanese troops.

Now Zhao Zhi is already a real iron-blooded veteran, he killed four Japanese soldiers in one face, and Zhao Zhi is no longer afraid to fight the Japanese army alone. That's the case on the battlefield, the more scared you are, the more bullets will come for you, and when you have nothing to fear, the enemies in front of you become just targets.

Zhao Zhi carefully walked around the big stone and found that on the back of the stone lay the stones of three Japanese soldiers, all of which were blurred with flesh and blood, apparently dying from the explosion of the grenade. Zhao Zhi quickly rummaged through the corpse for a grenade, damn, he didn't find a grenade. "Poor ghost" Zhao Zhi kicked the corpse on the ground fiercely, picked up a bayonet that was still quite sharp, turned around and ran out of the woods, and ran in the direction of Ledo.

"Pap" "Pap" "Pap" With a few shouts of the Japanese soldiers, more than a dozen bullets hit Zhao Zhi's side, and the Japanese soldiers in the woods had already chased after the gunshots just now. A bullet flew past Zhao Zhi's steel helmet, and the sharp sound of the bullet flying made Zhao Zhi fall to the ground violently, rolling on the ground in embarrassment. No less than 20 Japanese soldiers were already just over 20 meters away from Zhao Zhi, who was pinned down behind a bush. He didn't dare to run anymore, behind the bushes was a big meadow with a flat river, and there was nothing on it that could cover at all, and running there was simply a death.

"Boom" "Boom" Zhao Zhi threw out two grenades in a row, and in the rising smoke, several Japanese soldiers fell. Taking advantage of the smoke, Zhao Zhi moved to the west side of the bush, where there was a small ditch, which could at least provide Zhao Zhi with some cover for the time being. "Bang" "Bang" The bullets fired by the Japanese army hit the ridge, bursting a little bit of dust, and Zhao Zhi couldn't raise his head at all when he was suppressed, so he had to hold the gun and nest under the ridge.

"Bah", "Bah", "Bah" ,,, continuous gunshots rang out behind the Japanese army, until Zhao Zhi heard the crisp sound of the empty magazine of the Garand rifle jumping out of the chamber, and then he understood that behind the Japanese army was his own people. "Reinforcements, it must be reinforcements coming" Zhao Zhi lit a cigarette excitedly, waiting for reinforcements to come to save him. "No" Zhao Zhi suddenly threw away the cigarette in his hand, poked his head out and looked in the direction where the gunshots came, there was always only one Garand gunshot, which means that there were no reinforcements at all, and only one person shot at all.

Sure enough, Zhao Zhi saw the figure of the machete in the binoculars, and the dog's day was also forced behind a nest of bushes, and the Japanese army had already surrounded him. "Damn" Zhao Zhi scolded the disobedient machete, quickly jumped out of the sill, and got into the grass. "Boom" "Boom" Zhao Zhi's last two grenades were thrown out, and when the Japanese army was dizzy, Zhao Zhi rushed into the middle of the Japanese army with a submachine gun in the smoke of gunpowder. The "Da Da" submachine gun is worthy of being a sharp weapon in close combat, and the Japanese bolt-action rifle cannot compete with the submachine gun in close shooting.

The Japanese soldiers who had no time to guard were hit by bullets fired from behind by submachine guns and fell to the ground again and again, and the magazine of 30 rounds was quickly emptied, and Zhao Zhi, who had no time to change the magazine, simply took out his pistol and began to name the Japanese soldiers. The power of the pistol is actually the same as that of the submachine gun, but without the shock of the burst, the Japanese army rushed towards Zhao Zhi one after another.

"Damn" Zhao Zhi smashed the empty pistol on the head of a Japanese soldier, pulled out the bayonet on his waist and entangled with the Japanese army. A Japanese soldier who raised a gun to stab Zhao Zhi from behind was bleeding from his chest and fell to the ground, which was hit by a machete. The machete, which had been replaced with a magazine, was half-kneeling on the ground, and was raising his gun to shoot at the few surviving Japanese soldiers. Holding Garland's machete, he didn't give the Japanese a chance, and all the surviving Japanese soldiers were put down.

Zhao Zhi covered his waist that had been pierced by the Japanese bayonet just now, sat on the ground in pain and changed the magazine for the pistol, and the machete also limped over with a rifle. "You're just disobedient on a dog day, didn't I let you go too?" Zhao Zhi laboriously picked up the submachine gun on the ground, and while changing the magazine, he taught the machete a lesson. "The goat asked me to look at you" The machete only showed an honest look when facing the goat and Zhao Zhi.

Zhao Zhi looked at the seemingly loyal appearance of the machete with disdain, took out a first-aid kit from the corpse of a Japanese soldier and threw it over, "Re-wrap your wound, the blood is oozing out" Zhao Zhi gritted his teeth and took off the military uniform on his upper body, his waist was already full of blood, fortunately it was only scratched. The wound was almost as long as a cigarette case, and the flesh had been opened like a child's mouth, and Zhao Zhizhi, who was in pain, snorted. Enduring the pain, Zhao Zhi simply wrapped a few layers of gauze hastily to stop the bleeding first.

Zhao Zhidu used the hemostatic powder in the first-aid kit for the machete, and the Manchurian Communist Party only found two first-aid kits, so he could only use the hemostatic powder next to the machete with a gunshot wound. "Let's go, let's go" Zhao Zhi finished searching for the Japanese grenade, carried a 38 rifle, carried a submachine gun and two rifle cartridges in his hand, and urged the machete to hurry. The other Japanese must have heard the explosions and gunfire, and they would have caught up at any moment, so it would have been safer to get out of here sooner.

Zhao Zhi's submachine gun only had 2 magazines left, so he had to pick a 38 rifle, otherwise what would he do to fight the Japanese army. The machete leg is a penetrating wound, and the morphine in the American first-aid kit can relieve the pain, Zhao Zhi has already used one for the machete, in order to speed up, this is the only way.

"Damn, aren't you tired of these shitty days?" Zhao Zhi used his binoculars to look at the little bit of earthy yellow behind him, which was the Japanese army chasing over. Zhao Zhi and the others were already 6 or 7 miles away from the woods just now, but the Japanese still chased after them, "I don't know whether to live or die" Zhao Zhi spat fiercely, picked up the machete and continued to walk forward.

Panting, Zhao Zhi pulled out a bayonet, wiped it on his clothes, picked up a can of beef and handed it to the machete. "Eat, eat, we have to go" Zhao Zhi picked up another can and ate it. The two of them had already reached the bottom of the mountain, and they really couldn't walk, so they had to lean on a stone to rest for a while. Eat something to replenish your energy.

The Japanese troops chasing after them were not much better, they were constantly dangling 200 meters away, and their physical exertion was also very large. "21, 22, 23" Zhao Zhi used a telescope to count the wave of Japanese troops chasing after him, a total of 23, if Zhao Zhi and the machete were not injured in peacetime, maybe there would be a fight, but now it's better to run. "No, it's not the way we can run. Leave the rifle and bullets to me, you go first, I'll hold the machete here" grabbed Zhao Zhi while holding the machete, and said eagerly, reaching out to get the 38 rifle and cartridge box.

"You are stupid, the Japanese army is still so far away, what is there to be afraid of, go, continue to go" Zhao Zhi gave the machete a burst head, pulled up the machete hard, and continued to walk crookedly. Zhao Zhi never said that he was not afraid of death, but if he was asked to leave his brother, he would not be able to do it, especially now that the situation was not very bad. "You shit, when you go back, Lao Tzu will clean you up again" Zhao Zhi glanced at the machete, took off his bullet bag and put it on himself.