Feeling the weakness of the devil in his arms, Zhao Shixun hurriedly put him on the chair, then turned around and ran to gently close the door.

At this time, Zhang Dapeng also pulled out his dagger and wiped it casually on a canvas toolkit on the side.

"Deal with two, what's next?"

After observing through the crack in the door for a while, and confirming that the Japanese puppet army outside had not been alarmed, Zhao Shixun turned to look at Zhang Dapeng in front of him.

"The biggest threat to us now is that crooked handle on the edge of the dirt plain, as long as we control the machine gun, the rest is much easier."

"What? It's easy to make a calf?! There are eight or nine devils out there! Besides, how did you get there? Do you think the little devil is really blind, you really think of yourself as a Guan Gong in the world. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Dapeng stomped his feet in a hurry.

"I'll tell you, I'm going to send you to death, I haven't lived enough."

Hearing this, his face changed, and Zhao Shixun slowly walked in front of Zhang Dapeng, staring at the other party's eyes.

"What's the matter, now cowardly? Let me tell you, there is no turning back when you open the bow, if you give Lao Tzu crooked again, don't blame Lao Tzu for being unkind to you! ”

There was goosebumps behind Zhao Shixun's murderous eyes, and Zhang Dapeng's eyes dodged for a while, and he didn't even dare to look directly at Zhao Shixun's gaze.

"Okay, okay...... do whatever you like, anyway, Lao Tzu is just this life, and I will accompany you to the end."

"Give you two minutes, and immediately change Lao Tzu's clothes into devils."

After speaking, ignoring the other party, Zhao Shixun walked directly to the corpse of the devil and began to undress.

Zhang Dapeng looked around slightly embarrassed, sighed and hurriedly ran over and began to pick up clothes.

It didn't take long for the two to change into the clothes of the devil telegraph soldiers.

After changing his clothes and putting on his steel helmet, Zhao Shixun inserted his box cannon under the clothes on his waist, and then picked up the rifle on the table.

"Yo he, your gun is good, an authentic four-four riding gun."

Looking at Zhao Shixun fiddling with the new gadgets in his hand with envy, Zhang Dapeng stretched out his hand and touched the body of the gun.

"Give it to me, you use my 38 big cover, this thing has a short barrel, and it can't be hit accurately."

Hearing this, he didn't speak, Zhao Shixun directly raised his gun and aimed it at the other party's ear.

"Hey...... look at you. What are you doing, I don't want it, no. ”

……

"If you make up nonsense in front of me again, Lao Tzu will collapse you first."

Looking at Zhao Shixun's unquestioning eyes, Zhang Dapeng pursed his lips.

"Okay, okay, count you ......."

Snorted coldly, Zhao Shixun also couldn't put it down when he touched the newly arrived Japanese 44-style rifle.

As a soldier who has studied in Japan, Zhao Shixun knows very well that this rifle is actually not a common weapon in Japan, and since the production of Xinhai year, the total output of this rifle is less than tens of thousands, and the range of equipment is not large.

But don't look at this gun is not a mass-produced equipment, but because the rifling distance of this weapon is different from that of the 38 cover, the effective range of this gun is actually dozens of meters more than the 38 cover under the premise that the barrel is 300 mm less than the 38 cover.

Coupled with its advanced design folding spear, this weapon is the best infantry rifle in the entire Chinese battlefield. Especially in trench warfare and street fighting, the 44-type rifle is much easier to use than the generally overly long medium-form and 38-large cover rifles.

"You follow me for a while, don't talk the whole time, relax."

"It's light, what should I do if my chest is blood-red?"

Pointing to the scarlet color on the chest of his military uniform, Zhang Dapeng was a little nervous.

There is no way, the devil was stabbed to death just now, and the bloodshed is naturally unavoidable.

Looking at the blood marks on the other party's chest, Zhao Shixun also frowned,

When did this kid get such a big bloodstain?

After a casual look inside the room, Zhao Shixun's gaze finally stayed on the dirt in the corner.

Walking over to untie the Japanese water bottle and pour some water, Zhao Shixun grabbed a handful of mud and applied it to Dapeng's chest.

"Alright, it's not so obvious, come with me."

Looking at a large piece of yellow mud on his chest, Zhang Dapeng smashed his mouth and shook his head helplessly.

Damn, it's a shame that he can figure it out, it's as ...... as a piece of.

Pushing open the door, the two walked out one after the other with guns on their backs.

Before going out, Zhao Shixun untied a 97-style grenade, pulled out the safety and put it in his coat pocket.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Dapeng's body shook and hurriedly grabbed his gun belt.

Swaggering through the clearing, bypassing a group of ugly-looking villagers.

Zhao Shixun and the others slowly approached the machine gun bunker at the exit of Tohara.

At this moment, the devil soldier Cao Cao, who was standing nearby, also saw the two of them, and immediately shouted loudly in Japanese:

"Hey! What are you two going to do? ”

Hearing the shout, Zhang Dapeng subconsciously unloaded the gun.

"Don't panic!"

Secretly snorting to stabilize Dapeng, Zhao Shixun did not turn around, but paused slightly to respond.

"We are short of tools and need to get them in the car down the hill."

The distance is too close, Zhao Shixun doesn't want to entangle with the other party more, so as not to show his feet in advance.

However, Zhao Shixun forgot one thing, the Japanese army was very hierarchical, and he was only wearing a first-class soldier's uniform, while Dapeng was only a second-class soldier.

Sure enough, before Zhao Shixun and the others could take a few steps out, the devil army Cao immediately roared.

"Baga Ya Road! Whoever allowed you to leave your post without permission, come to me! ”

Ignoring Jun Cao's roar, Zhao Shixun walked towards the machine gun bunker with a firm step, and the speed of his steps increased instead of decreasing.

"Damn the private, I'll tell you again, get over to me right away!"

For the ignorance of Zhao Shixun and the others, the devil army Cao was obviously furious, and a small telecommunications soldier who assisted in the battle dared to openly ignore his own orders, which made the already highly nervous ghost army Cao completely fall into a rage.

Without hesitation, the devil soldier Cao Mali loaded the bolt and directly raised the gun to aim at Zhao Shixun's back.

Just when everyone was casting their eyes on the three of them, Zhao Shixun suddenly shouted:

"Dapeng, do it!"

At the same time as he shouted, Zhao Shixun already had an extra grenade on his right hand. slammed the steel helmet on his head, and then threw it sideways, targeting the ghost soldier who was screaming.

At the same time, Zhang Dapeng's side has also made a move.

At a distance of less than five meters, Dapeng directly fired a magazine at the two devils in the machine gun bunker with twenty rounds.

In an instant, twenty Mauser pistol rounds swept through the machine gun bunker in an instant, and the stormy bullets directly knocked the two ghost soldiers who hadn't figured out what the situation was into a sieve.

As soon as the sound of the box cannon sounded, the devil army Cao knew that something was wrong.

However, just as he was about to knock down Zhao Shixun with one shot, he suddenly found a smoking black thing flying over.

Staring at the inexplicable objects that were constantly flying, Jun Cao's pupils dilated instantly, and he subconsciously fell to the ground.

"Watch out for grenades!"

Boom!

Less than two seconds after the words of the devil army Cao, a thunderous voice exploded around the devil.

A puff of smoke flew up, and everyone present was so frightened that they fell to the ground.

Ignoring the ringing in his ears, the devil soldier Cao, who escaped by luck, grabbed the rifle beside him and shouted:

"Zhina people, Wutai~! Five! ”

Da-da-da-da!

Almost at the same time as the devil army Cao shouted, Zhang Dapeng had already picked up the crooked handle inside the bunker and aimed at the Japanese puppet army outside.

Within seconds, thirty bullets were sprayed out in one go, and two ghost soldiers and a puppet soldier couldn't dodge and were knocked to the ground on the spot.

At a distance of less than fifty meters, the onslaught of nearly twenty Japanese puppet troops was pressed down alive.

However, by this time, the Japanese puppet army, especially the five surviving devil soldiers, had already reacted from the initial chaos.

A few of them quickly dispersed under the command of Jun Cao, and with ten puppet soldiers aiming at the machine gun bunker, it was a fierce fight.

Puff puff......

The machine gun bunker made of sandbags was hit with sand for a while, feeling the bullets whizzing overhead, Zhao Shixun and they knew that this would definitely not please as long as they showed their heads.

"After the calf, the little devil is eyeing us, so close to the distance, showing your head is a death."

Zhang Dapeng would have already filled the bucket with bullets, but he would not be able to shoot at all.

"Cover me, I'll rush out and disperse the devil's firepower."

Lowering his body, Zhao Shixun gritted his teeth and said.

"Cover? Cover up a fart, this will be a fucking shot when you go out! ”

Hearing that he let himself shoot to cover up, Dapeng was also anxious for a while.

"Stupid thing, you won't stick out and shoot? Lao Tzu didn't let you show your belly out! Hurry up and get the fuck fire! ”

Hearing this, he kicked over, and Zhao Shixun's angry foaming stars sprayed Dapeng in the face.

was kicked awake, and Zhang Dapeng didn't care about rubbing his ass. Grabbing the crooked handle, the machine gun leaned out of the cover, and pulled the trigger on the position where the gun was fired.

Under the impetus of gunpowder, the whole crooked sub-machine gun was like a man jumping on the waist drum of Ansai, swaying left and right, jumping up and down.

Sure enough, as soon as the crooked machine gun rang out, the firepower of the Japanese puppet army's counterattack was directly weakened.

Originally, when a few devils saw that the machine gun was poking out, they instantly raised their guns and smiled cruelly.

How do you know that what the devil is waiting for is not a figure that enters the crosshairs, but bullets flying everywhere!

Although he knew that the other party was fighting indiscriminately, who knew if the bullet would take care of himself. In the face of bullets flying everywhere, the Japanese puppet army was so weak that they didn't even dare to lean out and shoot.

Of course, at this time, a few bullets flew to the vicinity of the villagers who were lying motionless on the ground more than 20 meters behind the Japanese puppet army, frightening the villagers to crawl around desperately with their buttocks pouting.

The little devil suddenly got into a fight with "his own people", which made the already frightened villagers completely confused. In the chaos, these villagers, who were accustomed to seeing the war, had to subconsciously lie on the ground, hoping to dodge the flying bullets.

At the same time as the Dapeng machine gun fired again, Zhao Shixun also took a deep breath, jumped up with the 44-type infantry rifle and turned out of the machine gun bunker.

…… To be continued, thank you for your support, thank you.

(End of chapter)