A grenade can't blow up the turret, but if it explodes inside the turret, the enclosed space will allow the air wave generated by the explosives to have nowhere to vent, forming a huge explosion pressure inside, which will multiply the lethality of the grenade.

As a wave of air erupted through the crack in the tin door, the noisy bunker instantly calmed down.

After a while, when everyone got up from the ground, they found that the machine gun stuck in the door had been sprayed out by a huge wave of air, and not only that, but the entire iron door of the turret was bulging, like the bottom of a pot.

After pushing hard a few times, Zhao Shixun found that the iron door did not move at all. Apparently it was deformed and stuck on the door frame.

"Someone, kick with me!"

Hearing the roar, Kiko and Tewa immediately rushed over.

Knock Knock...... Boom.

The deformed iron door could no longer hold on under the attack of a few big feet. It didn't take long for him to fall to the ground with a bang.

In the smoke and dust, a smell of meat mixed with the smell of flames wafted out, making the surrounding militia almost vomit directly.

"Follow me."

Taking the rifle handed over by the old immortal, Zhao Shixun slowly walked in with a bayonet.

In the smoke and dust, the corpses of the five puppet soldiers fell to the ground. In addition to the scars all over the body, everyone's face is basically bleeding. Apparently it was the tremendous air pressure and vibration that shattered their internal organs.

"Bagaya Road...... damn the people of China ......."

A Japanese curse was heard, and a ghost soldier staggered down the stairs with his rifle in his hands, apparently shocked.

Bang.......

Before the other party walked down the stairs, Zhao Shixun had already shot him in the thigh.

The devil soldier was shot in the leg, and as soon as his feet were weak, he immediately rolled down.

Bang bang.

Tiewa and Xizi behind them saw that a devil had fallen, and immediately made up for a shot.

"Old immortal, throw a grenade upstairs, delay for three seconds."

Raising his gun and aiming at the staircase on the second floor, Zhao Shixun motioned to the old immortal who had just come in behind him to send another grenade upstairs.

At this moment, a Hanyang-made rifle suddenly fell from the staircase on the second floor.

"Good man! Don't fight, we surrender, the Japanese are dead, we are all the Imperial Army, don't fight! We surrender! ”

Hearing the sound of begging for mercy, Zhao Shixun looked at it and shouted loudly:

"Good! You all throw your guns down the stairs, I'll give you two minutes, hurry! ”

"Okay, sir, let's throw the gun, don't fight again. Don't throw grenades! ”

As soon as the words fell, several Hanyangzao and Zhongzheng rifles were thrown down one after another.

"Good man, our weapons have been thrown down, can you let us go down?"

"Raise your hands above your head, and then slowly walk down, one by one, and if you dare to move, you will all be abrupt!"

The old immortal sat on the ammunition box on the ground and shouted at the top of his voice.

Not long after, one after another, the disgraced puppet army walked down one after another.

When everyone walked down and saw the corpses strewn on the ground, they immediately fell to their knees in fright and trembled.

Seeing that the sixth person was gone after coming down, Zhao Shixun stepped forward and looked at the puppet army on the ground and asked:

"That's just the six of you?"

"Good man, there are only six of us left alive, there were three Japanese on the top of the turret, and then two of our brothers went up, and they all died after an explosion......

Zhao Shixun nodded when he heard this, and motioned for the old immortal to bring someone up to take a look.

"Xizi, big tiger, you two come with me."

……

After a while, the old immortal trio walked down with a crooked machine gun.

"Captain, there's no more breath up there."

Nodding, Zhao Shixun lowered his head and looked at the puppet army on the ground.

"Where are your food, weapons and ammunition?"

"Back to the good man, the grain will be placed in the warehouse on the west side, and the weapons and ammunition will be in this turret."

"How much food is stored?"

"When I counted three days ago, there were still more than 2,500 pounds."

Hearing that there were still more than two thousand catties of food, Zhao Shixun nodded with satisfaction.

……

A few minutes later, when everyone opened the door of the turret warehouse, the stone in Zhao Shixun's heart finally fell to the ground.

Looking at the piles of grain piled up like a hill, the old immortal joy blossomed, and the wrinkles on the black and thin old face seemed to have stretched a lot.

Indeed, the militia brigade now has no extra grain of food except for the dry food on its body.

Not only that, the surplus rations of the villagers of Shenquanzhai were also sold and donated to the militia brigade, and they could not squeeze out any extra rations.

Seeing that the big guys were all standing stupidly and laughing, Zhao Shixun walked over helplessly, grabbed a bag of grain and threw it outside the warehouse.

"Why are you standing stupidly? Forgot what you're here for, right? Hurry up and move the food! ”

……

A few minutes later, one hundred and forty-two bags of grain were removed from the warehouse and loaded onto two carts in the stronghold.

After the food was loaded, just as everyone was about to leave, an unexpected problem stopped everyone.

It turned out that there was originally a stable outside the stronghold, in which two mules pulling carts were tethered. However, there was a little accident in the battle just now, and the explosion of the grenade frightened a mule, and after breaking the reins, he rushed directly into the trench on the outskirts of the stronghold and broke his neck....... As a result, a cart is left without animals to pull it.

After learning that there were no cattle to pull the cart, the militiamen didn't care, and the second squad leader Tiewa directly called his brother, found a few ropes, made a few rope sets, tied one end to the cart, and the other end was put on his shoulder, intending to pull the cart back directly. For these mountain men who were born tired, pulling a cart is nothing at all.

Just as the big guy was about to set off again, Zhao Shixun stepped forward and stopped the car.

"Tiewa, you put it down for me! What's wrong? There's nowhere to use a lot of strength, isn't it? ”

Looking at the puzzled iron baby, the old immortal kicked the puppet army prisoner who was in a daze next to him with a pipe in his mouth.

"A bunch of turtle sons who don't have the eyesight to see, what about watching a big show? Don't hurry up and pull the cart! Want to eat guns, don't you? ”

The six puppet soldiers were stunned when they heard this, and hurriedly trotted over with a bitter face, and while taking the rope and putting it on their shoulders, they said with a sincere smile:

"Ladies and gentlemen, how dare you bother to pull the cart, leave this little work to the little ones. The little ones are willing to pull the cart for the heroes who fight devils. ”

Looking at all this, Tiewa glanced at the puppet army with a smiling face next to her, and then looked at Zhao Shixun, touching her head and smiling embarrassedly.

……

Facing the afternoon sun, more than 30 "Japanese puppet soldiers" escorted two grain trucks and squeaked out of the Liushugou stronghold.

Black smoke slowly rose from the stronghold behind them, and gradually disappeared into the skyrocketing firelight.

……

In the midst of the reckless mountains, on a crooked mountain road, the heavy wheels slowly rolled out two deep ruts on the ground, making a creaking sound. The sturdy mule stared at its big black eyes, snorting and spitting moisture. A thick rein was clutched tightly in the old immortal's hand.

Behind the cart, seven or eight militiamen took turns pushing the cart, tired and sweating.

Behind them, six puppet soldiers were desperately pulling a cart, the rope with thick fingers was deeply tightening their shoulders, and the puppet soldiers grinning in pain.

Although they were tired to death, they did not dare to slack off in the slightest. A tall "devil soldier" stood beside them, holding a grass stalk seemingly idly in his mouth, and he seemed to have a pleasant face. However, the fierce murderous aura on his body made the puppet soldiers who pulled the cart tremble.

This god-killing grandfather stabbed Sasaki, the devil soldier that the puppet army feared the most, with a knife. These puppet soldiers looked real on the turret, and they remembered this handsome face full of murderous aura at that time.

Now although they are tired to death, they dare not complain in the slightest. The puppet soldiers were afraid that they would accidentally annoy the person next to them, and they were sent to Lord Yama by him.

After climbing a winding mountain road with difficulty, Zhao Shixun raised his hand to stop the convoy. This has entered the main area of activity of the militia brigade, and Zhao Shixun does not want the puppet army to know where he is hiding.

Seeing that they suddenly stopped in the deep mountains and old forests, the puppet soldiers were frightened at that time. thought that Zhao Shixun was going to kill them in this deep mountain and old forest.

Puff ...... Puff .......

The six puppet soldiers knelt on the ground at that time, and they all lay on the ground and kowtowed.

"Spare your lives, good men, we are soldiers just to eat. Don't kill us......! ”

Looking at the puppet army who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy with tears in his eyes, Zhao Shixun smiled helplessly.

"When did I say I was going to kill you?"

"But you suddenly stopped, this place can't be ...... in front of the village and behind the village."

"Okay...... hurry up and get out of here."

Interrupting the other party rudely, Zhao Shixun waved his hand and motioned for the other party to leave quickly.

The puppet army was stunned for a moment, and they all stood up tremblingly, and the girl who didn't look back ran away.

Seeing that the puppet soldiers ran away, Zhao Shixun spit out the grass stalks in his mouth, bent down and picked up the rope and put it on his shoulder.

"Let's work hard, pull the car close to the mountain and hide it before it gets dark, take a cart back first, and then drive a cow to pull the rest back!"

……

In the commercial street of Yuncheng North District, in a warehouse in the backyard of Guangju Commercial Bank.

In the dimly lit warehouse, several men in green clothes were carefully wiping their weapons. ...... stepping on, a few hurried footsteps came, and the man in Tsing Yi in the house immediately stood up vigilantly, quickly hid behind the door, and the box cannon in his hand was quietly aimed at the position of the door.

Dangdang, dangdang, dangdang....... The small door of the warehouse was knocked rhythmically three times, and the man in Tsing Yi in the room listened for a while. I knocked on the wooden door with the same rhythm.

Squeak....... The wooden door opened, and a stocky middle-aged man walked in.

"How's it going?"

Hearing the inquiry, the middle-aged man did not speak, but closed the door directly.

"Go to the basement!"

…… To be continued, ask for collection, ask for recommendation!