"Boom, boom, boom." Xu Biao condescended to fire three grenades rapidly, and the scorching air wave mixed with shrapnel lifted up a splash of mud and countless ears of rice, directly hitting an area of nearly 10 meters including the devil's grenadier position. Haruki Tomiguchi and a dozen soldiers around him suddenly turned into a dozen protruding mounds of mud lying in the field.

The Japanese troops who were attacked by this surprise did not panic even when they lost their commanders. Because of the half-meter-high seedlings in the rice field, all the Japanese soldiers quickly found Xu Biao's position with squatting and opened fire in a hurry. Xu Biao and Li Chang were immediately suppressed and couldn't raise their heads, and the remaining grenadiers and machine gunners also began to turn their guns towards Xu Biao.

"Throw", Jiang Haoran screamed with tears in his eyes, stood up from the canal with a machine gun, and began to strafe "da, da, da". Behind him, Wang Shanhu and Zhou Zhiwen, who rushed to hear the gunshots, and more than 20 grenades flew towards the Japanese army like raindrops, "boom, boom ?????", and then the gunshots like fried beans rang out.

The Japanese Type 91 grenade has a total mass of 520g, the main charge of the projectile body is 60gTNT, and the killing radius can reach 7-10m. After more than 100 Japanese troops were bombarded by more than 20 grenades without shelter, less than one-third of them were actually unscathed. After a baptism of two machine guns and more than 20 38 big covers, the remnants of the Japanese army had already begun to retreat into the woods, and a few machine guns that resisted stubbornly were also named by the condescending Li Chang and Xu Biao after firing less than a single box of bullets.

The entire battle, from the beginning to the end of the attack, took less than two minutes. It is precisely because of the concentration of all the superior weapons, the sudden attack, and the crushing of the enemy in one blow that can achieve such an effect. Of course, if it weren't for Daddy Chen and Snow Wolf to create this chaos for the devils, then it would be unknown who killed anyone today.

Jiang Haoran threw away the machine gun in his hand that had been hung up, and ran towards the place where his father fell with a howl. Chen Yihan, who had already cried into tears, dragged the white-faced little tiger towards his father. Li Chang, Xu Biao, Wang Shanhu, Zhang Dacang, Zhou Zhiwen and all the others cried and howled, and ran towards Daddy.

Jiang Haoran threw out the corpses of Japanese soldiers like rags at the place where his father fell, and finally found his father under the corpse of a Japanese soldier.

Daddy fell asleep, Daddy lost an arm, Daddy's bare chest had eight blood grooves, but Daddy really fell asleep, because although Daddy's face was pale, he was very peaceful, and even smiled.

"Whew???" Jiang Haoran looked up to the sky and roared, and he had already burst into tears. Then he knelt down, touched the ground on his father's forehead, and knocked down one by one, only knocking a big hole out of the road before being dragged by everyone. Wiping a handful of tears, Jiang Haoran suddenly looked solemn and raised an index finger to the sky: "Dad, you go all the way!" I, Jiang Haoran, swear to the sky today that I will use a thousand devil heads to pay tribute to your old heroic spirit. "Its voice is like a wolf howling for nine days, straight into the sky, so that the sun out of the mountain has to pull a cloud to cover it.

Because Jiang Haoran's love was out of control for a while, Wang Shanhu and they took on the cleaning of the remnants of the enemy, but ten people chased for a few miles and found nothing, after all, people are desperately fleeing, but you can't chase desperately. It's normal if you can't catch up. In order to prevent the enemy from coming back to attack after regrouping, Wang Shanhu arranged for several people to set up secret posts and mobile posts on the mountain.

When the group returned to the battlefield, Jiang Haoran had already carried his father's body back to the village, and the common people were taking the initiative to cooperate with Zhou Zhiwen to clean up the battlefield. All kinds of weapons and ammunition were piled up on several mountains, and Zhou Zhiwen was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut. The only thing that gave him a headache was the corpses of more than 100 devils, if you don't bury it, you can't bury it, bury it! It's not a small project.

After all, this is not a place to stay for a long time, and no one knows if the devil will come back again, and this pile of weapons and a dozen captives can't be placed here for a long time. Wang Shanhu was a little embarrassed to ask the people for help, first move the weapons to the village, and then come back to dispose of the corpses. Who knew that the people agreed, and even brought some joy. Wang Shanhu was moved, and praised the people's high consciousness in his heart, knowing that this battle was fought for them, although he also sacrificed his two brothers, but he could get the recognition and recognition of the people, this battle was worth it. How did he know that what the common people prefer is the foreign gadgets in the devil's pockets and some good things such as gold rings and gold teeth.

When Daddy Chen came back, he was greeted by the whole village, and the old man and the woman were even more silent, and the whole village knew that without Daddy's sacrifice, they didn't know what they would be like if they would be trampled by the devil today. The village chief even generously took out his coffin and shroud and let his father sleep away. Because of the extraordinary period, Jiang Haoran was afraid that there would be changes later, and after Xiaohu's nod and agreement, he decided to bury him immediately. Although it was simple, all the villagers gave Daddy Hero the highest courtesy. Spontaneously wrapped a white towel around his head, and the dexterous old man even wore a white flower tied with paper on his chest.

Until a new cup of soil was piled up, Xiaohu knelt in front of his father's grave, holding a bloody snow wolf, still without saying a word, and let the two lines of tears flow wildly. Chen Yihan, who has been with him, is heartbroken and worried. Jiang Haoran was nervous, and after some crying and catharsis, he basically returned to normal, although she knew that he still felt pain and guilt in his heart, but she believed that he could bear it. But Xiaohu is still a child, and if she continues like this, she is worried that his spirit will collapse.

Wang Shanhu and Zhou Zhiwen also buried their two brothers, and even held a simple memorial service, and brought a group of captives to kowtow and apologize. In the end, however, a dispute arose over the placement of the captives. Wang Shanhu felt that he was only about 20 people, and it was impossible for him to escape with a dozen captives, so he simply killed them. But Zhou Zhiwen pulled out any policy, what humanitarianism, and he must educate the prisoners and release them on the spot.

Coincidentally, Jiang Haoran, who came to Wang Shanhu to discuss how to go next, heard these words. He didn't know that there were any captives, but now it's good that someone actually wants to let these devils go, and he is immediately angry.

"Put, put, put, let go of your mother's youthful invincible big stinky fart. What kind of policy did the little devils talk about from the First Sino-Japanese War to occupy our eastern Liaodong and the ninety-seventh to occupy our three eastern provinces? What humanitarianism? What kind of policy are the little devils talking about in Lugou Beacon Fire, Bloodstained Zhongshan, and Shuichi Qinhuai? What humanitarianism? There are 300,000 lonely souls in Nanjing, can the little devil tell you about the policy? Talked about humanitarianism? Jiang Haoran spoke faster and faster, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became, and finally his fingers poked the tip of Zhou Zhiwen's nose, only to frighten Zhou Zhiwen's face and retreat again and again. Also, do you know the number of this devil unit? They are the notorious culprits of the Nanjing Massacre, the Ninth Division of the Japanese Army, and each of them carries at least a hundred Chinese blood debts. At this moment, there are still hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits watching us in the sky above us! Brothers, folks! Do you say we're going to let them go? ”

"Kill them! Kill, kill??????" All the people shouted with great indignation. The powerful shock force made Xiaohu can't help but look sideways.