Chapter 1: Mountain Dwelling (Part 4)

"Ping!" At the same time as Zhu Er fired, a bullet flew out of the grass on the side, opening a slender blood groove on his scalp.

"Over here!" A few doglegs were so frightened that they immediately lay on the ground and shot blindly in the direction where the bullets were coming. The devils and traitors who stayed in place to guard the woods also turned their guns one after another and threw bullets near Zhang Songling's hiding place like no money. The only one who did not react was Zhu Er himself, who touched the blood on his head in a daze, and then put his bright red finger in front of his eyes to take a look, and suddenly let out a terrible scream, dropped the shell gun, and lay down in the crowd with his head in his arms.

"Why don't you run, what are you doing in a daze?!" I don't know who tore his throat and shouted, and the people were stunned and immediately scattered as if they had woken up from a nightmare. Whether it is a little devil or a traitor, they are busy dealing with Zhang Songling at the moment, and they have no time to coerce them.

At a distance of one hundred and thirty meters, the devil soldiers can easily hit the target. Although the puppet army has bad marksmanship, it is better than the crowd. More than a dozen guns fired alternately, knocking Zhang Songling's hiding place into a splash of grass clippings

Zhang Songling raised his head from his hiding place with difficulty and returned a few shots at the devils. He was already red again, and a bullet from 38 bullets directly penetrated the muscle in his right arm, leaving a thin blood hole. Although this blood hole is not large, it seriously affects his shooting accuracy. Three bullets in a row all missed the target, and the dust and smoke around the devils were scattered.

"He's definitely hurt!" The traitor Zhu Er immediately saw the opportunity, covered the wound on his head with both hands, and yelled at the dogs under his command, "He's injured!" He's hurt! Brothers, scatter me and rush up and capture him alive. Whoever rushes to his side first, I will reward him, reward him with half a pound of high-quality smoke! ”

In the case of the collapse of the Nationalist government, the silver dollar and the large tobacco soil replaced the fiat currency again and became the preferred hard currency for private transactions. Half a catty of high-quality tobacco soil, even in the production area, can be sold for thirty yuan heads, if you take it to Taiyuan City to get rid of, you can exchange it for at least a hundred. It is enough to withstand the military salary of the puppet army for a year and a half. (Note 1)

Tempted by a heavy reward, the morale of the puppet army immediately rose. took the initiative to divide into two teams, one left and one right, and crawled towards Zhang Songling's hideout.

"Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" , the remaining three devil soldiers took the initiative to undertake the cover task, and with their marksmanship far superior to the puppet army, they suppressed Zhang Songling with firepower. Zhang Songling reluctantly returned a few more shots, only wounding one devil in the shoulder, and the rest of the bullets all deviated from the target. He knew that he might be in danger of being doomed today, so he took a breath and took out the box cannon from his waist. This thing can be used with one hand, and the attack power at close range is much higher than that of the 38 big gayer. It's just that there are a few fewer bullets, only seven left. Six of them are to be given to the enemy, and the last one is to be kept for yourself.

"Catch him, catch him!" The puppet soldiers suddenly found that the 38 guns on the opposite side had not moved, and their morale was greatly boosted again. One after another, they got up from the ground, bent over and ready for the final charge.

At this moment, a violent burst of gunfire suddenly came from the grass behind them, "Ping Pong, Ping Pong, Ping Pong, Ping Pong", a little dull, but clearly from a Czech light machine gun. Immediately after, Hanyangzao's voice rang out, and the bullets flew around them "whizzing", and they quickly paid off. Zhu Er's hardcore henchman Bao Liuzi was hit through the waist pole by a stray bullet, and a basketball-sized blood hole burst out in front of his stomach.

"Fried!" The puppet soldiers didn't know that this was the inevitable result of the lack of penetration of Hanyang-made bullets, and they thought that the newly arrived reinforcements had used some special weapons, so they shouted loudly and crawled to the periphery of the battlefield.

"Don't run, don't run, whoever runs will kill whoever kills!" The traitor Zhu Er lay on the ground and threatened loudly, but he couldn't stop his doglegs from fleeing for their lives. The enemy even brought in light machine guns, but everyone only had three or eight big gays in their hands, and if they didn't flee before the encirclement was closed, wouldn't they still stay where they were and wait for death?

"Puppet army brothers, we are the communist Niangziguan guerrillas. Acquaintances quickly drop their weapons and leave, we only fight small Japan, we don't want to kill the Chinese! As if echoing Zhu Er's shout, in the grass more than 200 meters away, someone threatened loudly. Immediately after, dozens of farmers with various weapons got up from the ground, formed a straggler attack formation, and launched a charge against the puppet army.

The puppet soldiers were already frightened, and when they saw so many people coming from the other side, they couldn't afford to resist. simply threw the 38 guns on the ground and fled on the road with empty hands.

"Don't, don't run, Taijun, Taijun is looking at you! Don't run, you guys come back to Lao Tzu......" The traitor Zhu Er shouted two more times, and then jumped up with an arrow, and crawled towards the puppet soldiers under his command and chased after him. The agility of his movements is not inferior to that of any veteran who has been in a hundred battles.

Zhang Songling hurriedly put down the box cannon and picked up the three or eight guns again. However, the wound on his arm hurt so much that he couldn't hold the muzzle of the gun at all. Five bullets in a row didn't catch up with Zhu Er, but frightened the other party like a rabbit, and fled without looking back.

The three devil soldiers did not escape, and gathered in a naturally formed low-lying place to make a final stubborn resistance. After Zhang Songling fired a few shots at them, he gave up the opportunity to collect the fruits of victory to the reinforcements. Those guys who suddenly came out of the grass with light machine guns, a few shuttles of bullets to shoot through, and the problem would have been solved.

It's just that after the light machine gun came out, it made him a little disappointed. It was a tin bucket, and the sound of "soldiers and ping-pong" in it was not bullets, but firecrackers set off by children during the New Year.

The little devils also realized that they had been deceived, and they screamed and shot at the indiscriminate people with three or eight shots. Two guerrilla fighters armed with spears were wounded by bullets, while the rest, at the behest of a five-man commander, quickly fell to the ground and fired back with the few Hanyangzao formations in the ranks. It's just that the Hanyang in their hands is too old, and after a few shots, one of them is dumb and angry, which makes the little devils laugh arrogantly.

However, something happened to the devils' jaw-dropping. Several young people lying at the end of the line quickly pulled up a huge bamboo bullet bow. With a single click, the mechanism smashed three bundled grenades into the devil's hiding place.

"Boom" An extremely thick puff of black smoke rose from the ground, blasting the three devils from their hiding places into the air, and then tearing them into a pile of flesh and blood.

"Hit, hit!" The partisans jumped up and shouted loudly like children.

"Is that okay?!" Zhang Songling was stunned by the "secret weapons" that appeared one after another, and in shock, he forgot to get up and thank the other party. The 38 guns in his hand were also placed straight on the mud ground, maintaining a state of being ready to fire at any time.

The reinforcements on the opposite side immediately stopped cheering alertly. Several soldiers dressed in coarse cloth reopened their slingshots to deter him. A middle-aged man with a short figure walked quickly to the front of the team, waved his empty arm, and shouted: "Don't get me wrong, brothers in the national army on the other side, we are the Communist Niangziguan guerrillas. I heard that the devils and the puppet army entered the mountains to harm the people, so they rushed over to rescue. If you can trust us, put down your gun and come over and have a casual chat. If you can't trust us, lie there and don't move. When we're done cleaning up the battlefield, we'll leave. Both of us and the Kuomintang and the Communist Party have the ability to use the devil, so there is no need to kill each other! ”

Note 1: In the thirties of the last century, the market of tobacco and soil varied from place to place, but basically in the production area, one or two pieces of tobacco could be sold for three to fourteen silver dollars. In the northern cities, it can be sold for thirty silver dollars. In Xinjiang, it can be sold for half a tael of gold.