Chapter 5: The Naked Child (Ten Middle School)

In an instant. The whole convoy was completely immersed in the night. Never see the warm light again. I can't hear any other normal sounds either. The devils and the puppet army have once again entered a state of madness. Pick up all kinds of weapons. Sweep around lifelessly." Ping Pong Ping Pong. Ping Pong ......" "Da Da Da. Da da da. Da Da Da ..... ""Ping Pong Ping Pong. Ping Pong ......" "Da Da Da. Da da da. The bullet dragged a long trajectory of meteors across .....the night sky. The summer nights on the prairie are more gorgeous than the daylight in late spring.

It's just that. This splendor is still not applauded. The partisans after breaking all the headlights. Disappear like dew into the grass again. No matter how provocative the devils and the puppet army are, they will not show their heads.

Strange environment. Dim light. A devil-like enemy hidden in an unknown corner. The three most important elements of terror are possessed. It was all together in one fell swoop. It's no wonder that the performance of the little devils and the puppet army is so substandard. The only one in the team who can keep his head absolutely cool. Only Kuniaki Kawada himself. He was crushed by the guards. I didn't feel any sudden change in the light around me. While poking his head out hard. While tearing open his throat, he roared: "Stop. Stop me. I don't even know where the enemy is. Who can you hit if you shoot indiscriminately.. Stop it. Stop it. Hear no. You cowards. Rubbish. Bastard whose head was trampled by a horse. Get me out of here. Let me out."

"Stop shooting. Stop shooting. Group Commander Order. Everybody stop shooting." The guards who were lying on top of Kawada Kuniaki were startled by the roar. They jumped up. Rip out your throat and repeat the captain's orders over and over again." Don't shoot. Stop shooting. The guerrillas have long since run away."

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Da Da Da ..... ""Ping Pong Ping Pong. Ping Pong ......" The gunfire is still fierce. The devils and puppet soldiers would rather waste all the bullets they carry. I don't want to risk being attacked by guerrillas anymore.

"Yagatne." Kuniaki Kawada was so angry that his eyes erupted with fire. Grab a lieutenant by your side. Splitters are two big slaps." A sucker. Don't you know how to shoot flares? Hit flares. Calm down that shit."

"Flares. Change the flare!" The surrounding guards and officers repeated in unison. Hurriedly put on flares. Take to the sky like fireworks.

"Brush."" Brush."" Brush."" Brush." Instantaneous glare of light. It makes everyone's eyes feel a tingle. The grass on the right side of the convoy was lit up for miles. The raider's hideout has finally been revealed. Just a couple of very small dirt bags. Each dirt bag can hold up to four or five people. All together will not be more than one platoon.

"Brush."" Brush."" Brush."" Brush." More flares light up in the night sky. Illuminate the right side of the convoy as bright as day. Stimulated by bright light. Finally a soldier regained his composure. Squatting down in a sloppy manner. While panting. While reloading the rifle with a trembling hand.

"Stop shooting. Don't shoot. The guerrillas have gone far." Kodama Sueji and Shirakawa Shiro are far better than ordinary soldiers in terms of psychological quality. Found the situation chaotic. He also took the initiative to help Kuniaki Kawada restore order.

Seeing that the imaginary enemy army does not exist. And the three main officers were all standing by the car in good condition. The devils and puppet soldiers slowly found the backbone. After firing the last bullet in the magazine. Homeopathy stopped shooting.

"The purpose of the dirt eight roads. It's just to create chaos for us. So. We can't be fooled anyway." Take advantage of the intermittent time for the soldiers to reload their ammunition. Shirakawa Shiro continued to agitate loudly. As long as we all calm down. There is nothing to be done about the dirt eight roads. At most, a few cold shots. And it's impossible to play back and forth as accurately as you just did. As long as you can see the flame of the muzzle. Our Heavy can bite him. Tear to shreds."

As if to confirm his words. When more and more devils and puppet armies return to normal. Hidden behind the small dirt bag, the dirt eight roads really can't play more tricks. Occasionally put two cold shots. Because important officers such as Kawada Kuni, Showa and Shirakawa Shiro have taken care to strengthen their own protection. The shooting effect is a bit unsatisfactory. The Devil's machine gunner is instead in the coordination of flares. Beat the small dirt bag around it with smoke and dust. It is difficult for the Eight-Way Warrior to poke his head out and take aim calmly.

I barely held on for a moment. Knowing the power of heavy machine guns. Tu Balu simply didn't even let go of the cold gun. Squatting behind a small dirt bag is more patient with the enemy.

"Yang Jun. You bring one with you. Get the dirt out of the meadow." I saw that there was no movement on the dirt road for a long time. Kuniaki Kawada was a little irritable in his heart. With the moonlight overhead, he walked behind Yang Yaozu, the puppet leader. Patted the man on the shoulder and ordered.

The original plan for tonight was a long run. Fight to smash the redbeard's lair before dawn. Who would have thought that there would be such a big trouble on the way. Count it down. On the troublemakers in front of you. The Kawada brigade has been delayed for more than half an hour. And so it goes on and on. How long will it take to reach the destination of this trip?

I didn't expect Kawada Kuniaki to come over in person. Yang Yaozu was taken aback. Jumped forward five or six meters away. Then he stopped in surprise. Turn back. Whispered reminder: "Too. Taijun. Watch out for sharpshooters. There's a sharpshooter on the other side of the dirt road."

"The car lights were all broken by them. The sharpshooter's eyes don't generate electricity. How could you see me from so far away?" Kuniaki Kawada didn't appreciate it at all. Glared at Yang Yaozu. Keep whispering commands." You bring a company with you. Personally go to the right side of the convoy and search. I'll let the Heavy cover you. Be sure to dig out the dirt and wipe it out. lest they continue to drag us back."

"Hay." Yang Yaozu was reluctant even if there were one hundred and twenty people in his heart. I can only say yes. Take advantage of the lure in the sky when there are no flares lit up. With his head down, he selected more than fifty of the most daring in his own lineage. The best puppet army. Under their heavy protection. One step at a time. To the right of the convoy. The location of the first dirt bag that had been found by the flare was rubbed past. While rubbing. While constantly turning back towards the convoy. I'm afraid that the dirt road will suddenly come out of the ground from another part of the ground. Take your own life.

It turns out. His worries were unnecessary. Not only did no sneak attackers come out halfway. The dirt road at the target has long been unknown to where to flee. Even the bullet casings on the ground were cleaned up.

"Take it." Yang Yaozu took out a flashlight. Put it in the hands of the guards around you. Command him to hold the flashlight above his head. Shake vigorously after brightening. At the same time, he dodged four or five steps to the side. Tearing open his throat and shouting, "Taijun. Taijun. Dirt Eight Road ran away. It's already gone."

"Keep searching." Kuniaki Kawada hides behind the devils. Command loudly.

"Why don't you go yourself.." Yang Yaozu pursed his lips. Muttered quietly. Then he pointed to the location where another dirt road had once appeared. Lead the puppet army to march slowly." Over there. Estimated also ran away. Let's pretend. Coax Taijun to be happy.".

With the experience of searching for the first hideout. The puppet army was much more daring. Surrounded by the pseudo-head Yang Yaozu one after another. Surrounded by him, he walked towards the next small dirt bag.

They still didn't see any of the Eighth Route Army soldiers there. Not even a body was found. Only the overwhelmed grass on the ground and the blood on the grass. Prove that there was indeed an ambush here. I found that the cunning dirt eight roads may have already been completely transferred. Yang Yaozu's spirits were greatly boosted. First, he sent a man back to the convoy to ask for credit from Kuniaki Kawada. Then take the initiative to take the rest of the puppet army and continue to pounce on the possible hiding spot of the next Tubalu.

"The river is on the left. There is no possibility of a second channel on the right." While walking. He whispered to his men to cheer them on. The ugly face is full of pride." Turn off the flashlight. As long as we don't light the lights. Just by the people of the dirt eight roads. I don't know who to fire at first. At best, it's just two shots indiscriminately. Whoever gets hit can only blame himself for a little back. If only ......."

I haven't waited for the words to be finished. The horse under the crotch suddenly snorted. Then staggered forward." Tripping horses. There's a stumbling rope on the ground." A series of exclamations rang out all around at the same time. The puppet armies put their hands around the horses' necks. Work to maintain balance in the body. so as not to be thrown to the ground by a stumbling horse. He was then trampled to death by the mounts of his fellow companions.

Fortunately, there are a limited number of tripwires on the ground. There seem to be only a few. The height of the tether is also not quite suitable. Failed to cause serious effects on the horses. The puppet army quickly regained their balance. Raise your sleeves and wipe the cold sweat off your head. Right now. Suddenly there was a slight "hissing" sound in the grass underfoot. It's like a viper spitting out letters. It's like the devil gasping softly.

"Something. Something was put in the grass on the eight roads.." Yang Yaozu immediately frowned. Keep your eyes fixed on the direction of the sound. A brilliant firelight jumped from the grass. Illuminate his body and warhorse. Countless hot shrapnel flew in the light. Bombed several puppet soldiers not far from him like rag dolls. Thousands of holes.

"Landmines." Yang Yaozu was so frightened that his body stiffened. Weak hands and feet. Completely paralyzed on the back of the war horse. How can you carry a mine with you on the dirt eight roads. Blind with a black light. God. Which way do you want me to go to be safe...

He didn't wait for his limbs to regain control." Phew."" Phew."" Phew."" Bah.". The sound of popping bean-like gunshots rang out close to the ears. Countless bullets flew. Push the chaotic puppet army off their horses one after another.

"There is an ambush..."The puppet soldiers who were lucky enough not to be hit by the bullet let out a scream in fright. Dial the mount. Flee with your legs." Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom." More grenades buried under the grass beforehand were pulled by the horses' hooves. Shrapnel flies. The billowing smoke pushed several desperate faces straight into the air.