|.| Chapter 8 Rong Ji (Part I)

Hide your body in a dirt pit on the sunny side of the hill. On his head is a canopy of dried plums. Beads of sweat dripped down the back of Zhang Songling's hand. Trickle through your fingers, triggers. A drop falls on the hot grass beneath me.

The grass has begun to turn yellow. From the hill where he was hiding all the way to the edge of the stream three hundred meters away. There is only a narrow line between the creek and the road at the bottom of the valley. Because the soil moisture is relatively sufficient. It still retains its mottled greenery. Countless dung shell mantis pushing dung balls. Make an effort to stock up on food for yourself for the winter. In recent days. At least a thousand horses ran along the way. Countless horse manure was left behind for them to use.

A school of Chinese fish jumps out of the water. Dance in the sun. After a spring and summer recuperation. They have enough fat in their bodies. Take advantage of the sunshine at the moment. Just come out and move your muscles and bones. In order to cope with the long, harsh winter that follows. Shimmering like broken jade. Immediately attracted countless waterfowl. Red, white, gray, black. Scramble across the water. Catch fish after fish. Feast on (Note 1)

The whole world is turned by stillness. Everywhere is full of life. But soon. The primeval bustle was dissipated by the cacophony of a motor. Two cars along a narrow path. Wobbly away. Immediately following the car. It was more than 150 horses. Four-body kick and fly. Turning the last of the green between the road and the stream into a muddy patch.

"Damn the devil. There is no room for any good in the world." Zhang Songling raised his gun hatefully. Aim for the driver on the first car. A warning sign to Redbeard. It was already sent out by Siqin yesterday evening. A messenger who went to Blackbeard's Chow Black Charcoal for help. He also set off on the day he arrived at the right banner of Wuqi Yete. Extrapolated by time. By noon today at the latest. The guerrillas should begin to move . As long as they don't get entangled with the horse thieves hired by the Japanese invaders. Lama ditch has long been empty at the moment.

But just to be on the safe side. Zhang Songling still decided to surprise the little devils. In the midst of a bunch of devils. It was impossible for him to find out exactly who was the mortar man responsible for firing the gas bombs. It is also impossible to tear off the skull of the Supreme Commander Junji Fujita with the first shot. But he was able to find the driver of the car easily. Just kill all the drivers in both cars. At least it can delay the little devil for half a day.

The devil who drove the car didn't know that one of his legs had stepped into the ghost gate. Wu hummed a hometown song. Enjoyment. Compared to the scattered and small land of his homeland. The wilderness in front of me is insanely wide. And the master of this wilderness. But he is so weak. The Kwantung Army can crush a battalion on the Chinese side by sending a few dozen people casually. Send a small detachment at will. You can take a city firmly. And they are now. A full half of the squadron's regular army was dispatched. Also carried an invincible secret weapon.. Decisive bullet. If you can't even take a guerrilla force that can only be considered third-rate in combat effectiveness. Isn't it a ridiculous thing to do?

I really don't know what that guy Fujita thinks. Actually for the sake of insurance. He also spent a lot of money to hire a group of horse thieves to help. Although it is not necessary to deliver on the promise afterwards. Give every horse thief who is invited a light machine gun. But it's a shame to get this thing out, isn't it? Count the horse thieves who have already set off early. The total number of troops here is already in the thousands. Approached a brigade on scale. And what about the so-called Lamagou guerrillas. According to the news that the spies have returned. There are only about 80 people at full capacity.

Use a brigade to defeat a local detachment of the Eighth Route Army. If you still can't take it. After that, let everyone have any face to live in the world.. To know. At the time of the "Manchurian Incident". The Kwantung Army used only 20,000 men in its general offensive. The 400,000 Northeast Army fled into the wilderness. Equivalent to one hitting the Chinese side of twenty. Nowadays, dealing with a local armed force of less than 100 in size requires the use of half a squadron of regular troops, more than 700 horse thieves and decisive bullets. Could it be that the Imperial warriors have degenerated to the point where they can't even hold their guns.

Coward. Junji Fujita must have been scared out of his guts. That's why I made such a stupid move. But it doesn't matter. By tonight at the latest, everyone will be able to wash away this shame for the Empire. Let the guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army see what they can see. What is a real battle. Let Fujita and his wrecks take a look. What does it look like to be a real soldier? A true imperial warrior.

Thinking that I am about to make a contribution. The country tune in the driver's mouth becomes the generation of kings." My Emperor Shengshixi. Generations of generations; Gravelly rocky. moss-covered vegetation; ........ long-term peace and stability" (Note 2)

"My Emperor is prosperous. Generations of generations; Gravelly rocky. moss-covered vegetation; "........The devil reinforcements in the car were also infected. Stretch your neck to join the chorus. Before being incited to come to China as cannon fodder. The vast majority of them are farmers, day laborers, and urban vagrants. Usually you don't get in touch with anything elegant. The widely circulated Jun no yo is almost one of the few songs they know. Most people still can't remember words. I only know how to hum loudly to the tune (Note 3)

"Chirp." A scream came from afar. The beat of the chorus is sluggish. Immediately after. The first car started rocking from side to side like a drunk. The little devils who sang loudly in the carriage didn't know that the driver's head had been beaten into a rotten watermelon. I thought the other party was joking with everyone. While patting the car board with his hand. while protesting loudly in Japanese." An Peijun. An Peijun. Don't mess around. The roads here are too bad. Be careful of falling into the river. Beware of falling into ......"

"Chirp..." another whistling. The second car also shook. The little devil driving the car sticks out of the window with a bloody head. Tear your throat and shout a warning." Sniper. Watch out for snipers. My head. He hit my ......"

"Chirp...," the third bullet flew over with a screeching sound. Right in his left eye socket. The little devil driver snorted. Fall back to the cab on your back. The second car quickly made a turn to the left. plunged headlong into the stream.

The streams on the steppe are shallow though. But in the center you can drown. The devil in the carriage was so frightened that he screamed. Jumping out of the car with weapons and fleeing for their lives. The cavalry that followed the car was also frightened. Help save people, help save people. Help control the first car control the first car. Random guns everywhere. There is no way to fight back effectively.

"The rabble." Zhang Songling pursed his lips contemptuously. With a gun. Find your next target. Compared to those Japanese criminals before the lady's close. This group of devils in front of you is both in terms of morale and combat experience. are more than half a chip off. Before being found by the devils. He still had plenty of time to get the two remaining rounds out of the magazine.

The fourth target soon appeared in his sight. It is the emperor of Heishi Village. Old devil Junji Fujita. Junji Fujita, who was busy directing the devil soldiers to save people, seemed to have guessed that Zhang Songling was looking for him. Or hide behind someone else. Or use the war horse as a cover. Never expose your body lightly. Zhang Songling looked at him for a long time but couldn't trap him with a crosshair. I had to settle for the next best thing. Look at a little devil carrying a Type 97 infantry cannon looking for a hidden location. Resolutely pulled the trigger." Chirp.." Thirty-eight bullets were shot into the crowd with a terrible scream. Overthrow the devil artillery on its back to the ground. The infantry artillery also "gurgled" and fell out half a foot away.

"In there. There he is. Machine gun. Heavy . Beat him to death for me." After paying for four lives. A few devil soldiers who participated in the last battle. Finally discovered Zhang Songling's hiding place. Hold up the 38 big cover. Aim at him for a burst of "ping-pong" ramblings. Beat him to the ground with grass clippings.

More than 300 meters away. Zhang Songling didn't believe that the devil soldiers in a third-rate army fought more accurately than himself. Pull the trigger calmly. The fifth bullet was punched into the fuel tank of the first car. Then jump out of hiding. Draw the word "zhi" and flee to the top of the hill.

"Chasing. Pursue. Don't let him run."

"Machine guns. Heavy . Damn it. You're shooting."

The devils are yelling. kept pulling the trigger on Zhang Songling's back. Bullets whizz past their targets. But because it's too far away. The target running route is too erratic. It didn't hurt him in the slightest.

The devil's machine gunner finally got the ammunition out of the car. Set up the barrel of the gun. Pull the trigger." Da ...... "A string of fire snakes swooped straight at Zhang Songling's back. I saw him shake. Plunged forward.

"Hit. Hit." The devils cheered loudly. Dancing to get rid of a strong enemy. I was happy for a while. But I felt that something was wrong. After the sniper on the hill fell. Didn't even do anything to struggle. Verdant meadow. There was not a trace of blood.

"Idiot. Over there is also a valley. There's definitely a valley over there." The old devil Junji Fujita has much more combat experience than the garbage soldiers under his command. Run forward. It's a big slap in the face to the devil officer who shouts at the happiest officer." Don't hurry up and chase after it. Ran away from him. None of us want to walk in peace."

"Hay." The leader of the beaten devil squad first bowed deeply. Then hop on the mount. Riding his horse and rushing towards the "Sniper" down. As Junji Fujita expected. There was no blood in the grass at all. There is only a string of less obvious footprints. From here, you can reach a depression on the other side of the hill. Bottom of the depression. The damn sniper rides a big white horse from the East. The wind generally drifts away. From start to finish. Didn't look back at him.

Note 1: Chinese fish. Specialty in the northern stream of Chifeng in Inner Mongolia. The body size is similar to that of a crucian carp. but thin and fat. The taste is very tasty. Because the abdomen is extremely easy to crack after fishing, it cannot be elegant. But loved by ordinary people. Brothers who go to Chifeng on a business trip should not miss it.

Note 2: Jun's generation. Japanese traditional songs. During the War of Aggression against China. Born around 1868. In 1999, the Japanese government picked it up again and positioned the national anthem.

Note 3: The thirties of the last century. Although Japan's national strength is far stronger than China's. But its domestic social underclass. But it's just as hard to make ends meet. So a lot of little devils went to China. Even the urinal was grabbed. Cruelty and barbarism. No less than cannibals in the tropical jungle.

Note 4: Type 97 infantry gun. Full name: Type 97 81mm infantry curved gun. The whole gun weighs only 22.4 kilograms, can be carried by individual soldiers, and is an important mountain weapon in the Japanese invasion of China. The maximum firing range is 2850 meters. Very lethal.