As partisans, there are principles.

For them, the Germans were their enemies, but the Poles were not, at least after the Soviet conquest of Poland, then Poland should be counted as citizens of the Soviet Union, and now, although these Poles are from western Poland and have migrated from the German occupation zone, they have not taken up arms and invaded the Soviet Union.

So, if the guns were pointed directly at these unarmed Poles, the partisans would also feel that they were too ashamed to do so, and they would not bother to do so.

In this case, the guerrillas have fewer options to choose from, and now they can only resort to the tactics of raiding and harassing, constantly firing cold shots to frighten them.

I don't know what the Germans think, or that the Germans have too few troops to keep all the roads in order, and in many places only these Poles themselves are working, and there are no soldiers standing guard nearby, not even the armies of the servant countries.

This is definitely a good opportunity for harassment tactics!

The partisan fighter Masheraf, armed with his Monasingan rifle and stepping on the leaves in the bushes, walked forward step by step, and by this time he could already hear the sound of the Poles at work.

After coming to the edge of the woods, brushing aside the leaves of the bushes, and looking outside, this time, he was going to do something.

It's not interesting to just empty the gun, he wants to come to something difficult.

Well, just aim at the rice pot over there and shoot them, and their pot will leak!

At this time, it was almost noon, and at this time they were all eating big pots of rice, and while the men were working, the women were cooking, and in the big cauldron, cabbage was boiling, and a few pieces of meat were floating, and the food of these Poles smelled good.

He picked up his gun and took aim slowly, knowing that he had to hold it down, and if he accidentally injured these civilians, he would definitely be punished when he returned.

Such an operation is too simple, so it is enough for him alone, and they have to cast a wide net and harass everywhere in the vast area of road construction, so he is just acting alone.

For him, it seemed easy.

When his eyes were fixed on the aiming baseline, his spirit was concentrated, and at this moment, there was nothing left in his world, only the cauldron in front of him.

He didn't know that at this time, he had already stepped into the ghost gate.

Behind them, two Poles were slowly approaching this side.

Alex guessed well, the guerrillas were really going to attack their side here, and only one person came.

However, Alex is not omnipotent, he only guessed here, there is still a few tens of meters away from the place where the guerrilla ambushed, and he must walk step by step.

Can't be fast, even the sound of feet stepping on dead leaves can be seen by the other party, and Alex can only slowly touch this way when the other party starts to aim.

In his hand, he held the hand saw, and after constantly sawing the tree, the hand saw was bright, as if it was a saber.

Behind him, Simon also walked slowly, closer and closer, closer and closer.

"Bang!" At this moment, Masherav had already shot! His bullets fly smoothly and don't have to worry about the gunfire revealing the target, because the bullets fly faster than the gun.

He watched his bullet fly over and pierce the cauldron, the cast iron cauldron did not appear a hole under the blow of the bullet, but was directly cracked, and the food in the entire cauldron fell down with a bang, which looked quite spectacular.

Then the women panicked and took cover, apparently as gunshots arrived.

Succeed!

He stood up and wanted to withdraw, but just as he was letting go of his attention from the front, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and there were footsteps behind him, quite fast!

Alex and Simon, the two of them, started to run, when the other party fired, they would definitely retreat, and the two sides would encounter, they didn't have time!

Sure enough, at the moment when Masheraf turned his head, he saw two Poles, who were running towards him, only a dozen meters away!

He quickly pulled the bolt and pushed the next bullet into the chamber, the crisp sound of the bolt echoing through the trees, and then his eyes lit up.

At the critical moment, Alex directly threw the handsaw over!

When he saw this thing flying, Masheraf subconsciously lowered his head and dodged, and the handsaw, with a sharp whistle, flew past his scalp and flew into the big tree behind him, and plunged deep into it.

Before Masherav could breathe a sigh of relief, a figure had already arrived in front of him!

Alex's right hand, grasping the barrel of the gun, thrust forward, pushing the gun to the side.

"Bang!" Masherav's finger pulled the trigger, and along the barrel of the gun, the bullet flew to the trees on the side, knocking off countless leaves.

Alex's hand was also loosened by the sudden heat, and at this moment, Masheraf pushed Alex's head a few steps back with the body of the gun.

Alex was unsteady on his feet, tripped over a rock, and fell backwards, while Masheraf rode up and held his gun to his neck.

The feeling of suffocation slowly came, and Alex grabbed the gun with both hands and pushed it outward, but he felt that his strength was getting smaller and smaller, and his lungs could no longer breathe enough air!

Alex's eyelids also slowly closed, and before closing, he saw Simon, who had been frozen, and immediately mustered up all his strength, and shouted loudly: "Simon, smash him to death!" ”

It's one thing to say that you're not afraid, but when it really came to this situation, Simon's body began to tremble, and when the bullet flew in front of him and hit the tree, he was so frightened that he almost urinated out.

Now, he was already in a trance, but Alex's shouting woke him up.

If he continues to panic like this, Alex will definitely die, and when Alex is finished, it will be his turn, and he will definitely be killed.

So, with trembling hands, he picked up a large mossy stone from the side, and smashed it down hard at the back of the guerrilla's head!

Suddenly, Masheraf fell to the side, and Simon was afraid that he would not die, so he smashed his head with two, three, and four blows.

"Alright, Simon." Alex, gasping for air, said, "Good job! ”

The corpse, only convulsions remained, Alex gasped a few more times before he stood up, picked up the rifle on the ground, and said to Simon, "Search all the bullets on him." ”