Looking at Dapeng's frightened expression, Zhao Shixun snorted coldly, and then whispered:

"Hold on for a while, don't slip off the roof."

"Huh? What the hell are you talking about....... ”

However, before Dapeng could ask the second sentence, Zhao Shixun had already raised a head-up cannonball with both hands, and then smashed the tail of the cannonball heavily on the bluestone slab.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, a burst of smoke came out of the tail of the 90-millimeter mortar shell in Zhao Shixun's hand, indicating that the primer fire in the tail was ignited.

Seeing this scene, Dapeng's face on the side immediately turned pale, and he almost shouted in a trembling voice:

"Fuck your uncle...... Risk...... It's smoking...... Hurry up and throw it out! ”

Ignoring the panicked Dapeng, Zhao Shixun slowly straightened up while holding the mortar shell that was smoking at the bottom.

He knew very well in his heart that this thing was smoking, but it wasn't going to explode right away. Now it is only the auxiliary propellant in the bottom tube of the tail of the shell that is ignited, although it looks scary, but this thing only plays the role of an ignition charge bag, and cannot directly detonate the explosive inside the projectile body.

And the real danger is the instantaneous fuse of the head of the cannonball that is unlocked after this knock. If the head hits any hard object at this time, then this ten-pound shell will explode immediately!

Ignoring the flames at the tail of the cannonball, Zhao Shixun looked at a group of Japanese puppet soldiers in the courtyard under the house who were gradually climbing over the wall, took a deep breath, and threw the cannonball out.

And at the moment when Zhao Shixun's shell came out of his hand, the devil lieutenant who had just come in over the wall also happened to see Zhao Shixun with half of his body exposed on the roof.

"The enemy ......! ...... department! ”

Bang bang ......!

In the midst of the screams, the Japanese second lieutenant almost subconsciously raised the southern pistol in his hand and fired two shots at Zhao Shixun on the roof.

Clang......!

"Detachment Leader......!"

In the panicked shouts of the roc, the top-heavy mortar shell flipped several times in the air, and under the action of gravity, the big head flew directly into the crowd in the courtyard.

"Lie down ......!"

The moment he saw the shells flying, the Japanese second lieutenant realized the danger. Although he couldn't make out what it was, he still opened his mouth and shouted.

Boom ......!

As a huge flame rose into the air, the head-down shell exploded violently the moment it hit the ground.

Within a thousandth of a second, under the action of more than a kilogram of explosives, dense shrapnel instantly swept through all the enemies within a radius of more than twenty meters around!

"Detachment leader?!"

Screaming and pounced on Zhao Shixun's body, Dapeng looked at the gun hole on the steel helmet above the other party's head, and suddenly felt a burst of blood rushing to his head.

"your ancestor little devil!"

In a fit of rage, Dapeng picked up a mortar shell next to him, and the scholar Zhao Shixun slammed it hard, and then smashed it towards the Japanese puppet army below.

In the huge explosion, the Japanese second lieutenant was completely drowned out by the deafening explosion before he could shout half a sentence by the shock wave of the shell.

Boom ......! Boom!

As the Roc threw down one mortar shell after another, the entire courtyard was already in shambles.

In the violent explosion, not only was everything in the yard torn apart by the shock wave of the shells, but even the house where the two were hiding began to shake.

With the explosion of the cannonballs, a large number of tiles on the eaves were lifted in pieces, and then fell to the ground with a clatter.

"The house is going to collapse...... Don't throw it away....... ”

Suddenly, Zhao Shixun, who was originally lying on the tile and "killed", opened his eyes leisurely, coughed and pulled the Dapeng next to him and shouted quietly.

However, at this time, Dapeng seemed to be red-eyed, and he didn't realize that there was a shouting around him.

Lying on the crumbling roof, Zhao Shixun vigorously took off the leaked helmet, and then touched the blood stains on his forehead.

Looking at a pistol bullet in the helmet that had been seriously deformed, Zhao Shixun smiled stupidly.

"Fuck it...... Thankfully, he had a steel helmet. ”

Just now, a bullet from a southern pistol hit the Japanese-style steel helmet on top of Cho Se-hoon's head. While penetrating the steel helmet, the remaining power of the pistol bullet was finally exhausted, and it only hit Zhao Shixun's forehead.

……

Eventually, when the sixth and final shell was thrown, the Roc seemed to have exhausted all his strength and collapsed directly onto the roof.

Boom ......!

"Little devil...... Lao Tzu blew up your ....... ”

Lying on the roof tiredly, Dapeng subconsciously turned his head and looked at the location where Zhao Shixun was shot and fell to the ground.

And the moment he turned his head, a familiar face was already waiting in front of his eyes.

"Hey, mom, ......! The detachment leader has cheated the corpse......! ”

"Woo......."

Covering Dapeng's stinky mouth, Zhao Shixun wiped the blood from the corner of his forehead, and then pulled it up.

"What nonsense, Lao Tzu is not dead yet!"

……

Hearing this, his eyes widened, and Dapeng immediately hugged Zhao Shixun's head.

Touching the other party's bearded cheeks, Dapeng first muttered a few words, and then pulled the other party over and kissed him.

"Ahh......hh I scared my brother out of calves just now, and I thought you were reimbursed. ”

was a little disgusted by Dapeng's fleshy moves, and Zhao Shixun had to break free from the other party.

"Hurry up, we have to retreat."

After pulling the other party up, Zhao Shixun walked towards the ladder while beckoning the other party to hurry up and leave with him.

"No, Lao Tzu has to take the opportunity to make up for a few shots, and I can't let go of these rabbit cubs easily."

"Mend a hair...... I've seen it all. In the courtyard, except for the escape, all the rest were dead balls. Hurry up, this house is going to collapse! ”

……

Twenty minutes later.

Looking at the mangled corpses in the courtyard, the muscles on the face of the Japanese squadron leader began to twitch involuntarily.

Because he held it so tightly, the joints of his right hand that he clenched the command knife turned white and crackled.

"Squadron Leader, this is the relic of our squad leader, he has already broken ...... in battle."

A wounded soldier held up a diary in front of the Devil Squadron Leader, then bowed his head in motion.

Hearing this, he took the diary in the other party's hand with a blue face, and the Japanese squadron leader immediately tore it to shreds with a few blows.

"Bagayalu, stupid fool, you actually let Tubalu destroy our artillery under the nose of the imperial army, it's just rubbish! Rubbish......! ”

In a fit of rage, the Japanese squadron leader raised his hands and let out a hysterical roar.

A battle that he thought was in his hands was actually beaten like this, which has already made Hirota Kuichi, who has always been proud, feel an unforgettable shame.

After scolding indiscriminately, the Japanese squadron leader suddenly pulled out his command knife, stared at the chrysanthemum mark on it and said blankly:

"Your Majesty the Emperor, I, Hirota, am ashamed of my trust and cultivation in you, and today I have lost my troops and lost my generals, and my subordinates can only apologize to you by committing suicide!"

"His Majesty the Emperor ......, half a load ......."

Seeing that his superiors were about to go to extremes, five or six Japanese soldiers hurriedly rushed up and grabbed each other's arms.

And one of the other party's loyal subordinates shouted even more eagerly:

"Captain Guangtian, there is a way that victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, and besides, you still have dozens of imperial soldiers and a hundred imperial allies to command, and the situation has not yet reached the point of despair."

Seeing that the other party seemed to have loosened up, the devil lieutenant hurriedly continued:

"Squadron leader, today we did fall into an ambush by the elite of the Chinese army, so it's not your fault. For now, the only way to do this is to quickly disengage with the enemy, and then go back to ask the captain of the Great Wing to support the troops, and then come here to be ashamed! ”

Hearing this, Hirota looked at the dozens of tired Imperial soldiers around him again, and finally nodded helplessly.

"After the order was issued, the Imperial Association left a platoon to be in charge, and the rest of the men carried all the wounded and baggage, and immediately withdrew from the village by the same route and returned to the station for repair.

Soon, after receiving the order to retreat, the Japanese puppet army began to evacuate the village in an orderly manner. And a puppet army of thirty people, as the army of the palace, was asked to stay in the village and delay the possible attack of the enemy.

Half an hour later, as a wisp of smoke from the puppet army left in the village disappeared, Nanyang Village, which had been shrouded in gunfire for several hours, finally quieted down temporarily.

After another half an hour, the special battalion also discovered the fact that the Japanese troops had withdrawn, and began to gradually withdraw from the village.

Not long after, after hastily burying the bodies of the sacrificed comrades, the last team of the Eighth Route Army also evacuated Nanyang Village before dark.

After another three days, after learning that all the surrounding Japanese puppet troops had withdrawn to their strongholds, the special battalion and the independent detachment returned to Nanyang Village with the people.

At the same time, in the headquarters of the Japanese garrison in Qinshui, Captain Hirota slowly put down the phone in his hand, and then stared at his subordinates who made him lose face in front of the wing captain with an ugly face.

"Hirota Kuichi, you really deserve to be an honor student in the non-commissioned officer school, and you actually let the wing commander not get off the stage in the division.

Hearing this, Hirota's face tightened, and he quickly bowed and said:

"Captain, the enemy that my troops have encountered is by no means an ordinary dirt road, but their main force. They destroyed the tanks of our army with the use of anti-aircraft artillery in battle, which was absolutely unthinkable before.

For this Eighth Route Army unit that has penetrated deep into our army's defense area, I ask the wing commander to attach great importance to it, and it is best to immediately send troops to encircle and annihilate them, so as not to give them a chance to breathe! ”

"Let's go......."

"Captain, this unit is really very powerful, I ...... I request to be briefed directly with the Wing Commander. ”

"Yaga ......!"

After roaring, the Japanese captain was silent for a while, then squinted his eyes and stared at Hirota and said lightly:

"Hirota-kun, how many soldiers did you lose in this battle?"

……

"The ......, together with the supporting allies, totals one hundred and twelve Imperial soldiers and one hundred and twenty-three Imperial .......

Another thirty wounded ....... ”

…… To be continued, thank you for your support! Ask for recommendation, ask for collection!!