Chapter 10 has a taste

Luo Yibin thought for a while, and asked a few brothers from his own guard platoon to touch the back of the yard, and before he could climb down the wall, the first brother who climbed the wall with a shot was shot in the chest and fell down. Another duo climbed up the wall and were knocked down.

Luo Yibin frowned, and his forehead was wrinkled and distorted. Not even from the front door, the front door into the courtyard is a wide field, and if you enter, you will be shot. This is planning to capture these wounded Japanese soldiers, otherwise Luo Yibin would not let his brothers die in vain, if it was replaced by Zhang Ziwen and a few grenades, he would not be able to exchange his brothers' lives.

At this time, the surrounding gunfire had begun to slowly move away from Renjia Village, but Zhang Ziwen and the others made no progress. In fact, Zhang Ziwen thought in his heart that there were only a few devils, and he didn't capture three of them last time, but Zhang Ziwen didn't know that the three devils captured by the Ninth Company committed suicide on the way to escort them.

"Zhang Ziwen, come here."

Zhang Ziwen was still there thinking about whether the Japanese prisoners were worth it, so he was called directly by Wan Shijiong.

"You kid, is there a way?" Luo Yibin seems to have nothing to do with this "hedgehog".

"What can the regiment commander?"

Although he knew Luo Yibin's thoughts, Zhang Ziwen really didn't want to fight with his brother's life.

"You melon baby, knowing the consultant, don't you want to be a company commander anymore, come up with a way for me." Zhang Ziwen was once again successfully threatened by the regiment commander.

"Captain, we can smoke them out."

Zhang Ziwen thought about it for a long time and came up with this method, blowing up the back door and then smoking it with wet wood, and adding a little other ingredients.

"Okay, you take the brothers to do it, if you don't do it, you will be gone to your company commander."

Until now, I still think about the word agent, Zhang Ziwen also has a headache, this company commander is not easy to take.

A group of people called Zhang Ziwen over and asked them to find the chili pepper and the golden juice (the golden juice is the thing in the dung pit), thinking that everyone had choked on the fried chili peppers, what about the burned chili peppers?

A few minutes later, the brothers all came back, Zhang Ziwen forgot one thing, Jiangsu has a light taste, there are not many people with chili peppers, naturally no one has them at home, and the villagers have fled to where there are still chili peppers, but there are still a lot of golden juices.

"Ahem, old pole, stay away from us, we need to do things."

The old pole covered his nose, carried a bucket of gold juice, and looked at Zhang Ziwen innocently.

"Dali, you and Zhang Zhang take two people to take machine guns to the roof of the opposite house, block the front yard and the house, and beat them from time to time to prevent the devils from running into the backyard."

"Xiaobao, you take a few people to get a pile of firewood to block the backyard door, remember how to choke people."

"Old pole, you're in charge of slowly pouring the gold juice over the fire."

"Brother of the guard platoon, go and let your platoon block the front door, and when the devil comes out, you will do it."

When the devil heard our movement in the backyard, he wanted to see the situation, but as soon as he made the movement, he was fired back by a powerful machine gun. Xiaobao has already brought the firewood, and also made some wet grass on the firewood, so that the smoke is thicker, let alone pour XX on it.

Seeing that everyone is ready, the next step is to open the backyard door, fortunately, the courtyard sits north and faces south, this time borrowing the river breeze. By the light of the fire, Zhang Ziwen stretched out his hand to greet him vigorously, blocking the wounded soldier of the devil, and then a brother stuck a grenade in the crack of the door. There was a thud and the gate opened, and at the same time Xiaobao threw the torch on the pyre that had been poured with oil in advance, and then covered the fire with wet grass. When the devil heard the grenade explode, he also fired a few shots indiscriminately in the backyard, but fortunately, the brothers were hiding behind the courtyard wall.

"Company Commander Zhang, what are you doing? Such a big move? ”

The brothers of the guard platoon came over by touching the corner of the wall, it should be that Luo Yibin was afraid that the Ninth Company would blow up the wounded soldiers of the devil and kill them, after all, he wanted to capture them alive directly.

"Go back and tell the regiment commander, it's okay here, by the way, you let the brothers cover their noses in front, and it will smell a little later." The brother looked at Zhang Ziwen suspiciously and went back by touching the courtyard wall. At this time, the smoke was already going down the back door towards the courtyard, and the smoke was also spreading along the courtyard wall.

"Go, go behind the fire, or you'll choke to death by the smoke."

As he spoke, several of the brothers were already choking on the smoke and coughing violently (brothers and sisters in the countryside should know the column of smoke that rushed to the sky when the ashes were burned). A few brothers just lay in the grass behind the fire, Ma Xiaobao didn't know what to add oil and something to it, the smoke was thicker, the most terrible thing was that the old pole poured all the gold juice on the fire, fortunately, the firewood burned vigorously and there was oil, otherwise the fire should be extinguished. The fire went down, but the smoke was thicker, and all of a sudden the smell even Zhang Ziwen who was upwind could smell it.

The smell is the same as if you jumped into a dung pit, I don't know who spit it out first, and the brothers all vomited after that, and for a while it was all vomiting. Fortunately, the wind by the river blew all the smell to the south, so he didn't spit out all the bile, Zhang Ziwen raised his head and glanced at the old pole on his right complainingly. As a result, the old pole thought that Zhang Ziwen was looking for something to do, so he came over, and when he smelled the smell of the old pole, he vomited violently.

"Da-da, da-da"

Zhang Ziwen and the others were still vomiting, and the powerful machine gun on the left roof rang out, Zhang Ziwen looked up when he heard the gunshot, but the smoke was too big to see clearly, but the vigilant Zhang Ziwen still asked everyone to pay attention, but fortunately, he was used to spitting.

Two minutes later, he heard an explosion in front of him, and Zhang Ziwen thought that the devil would not commit suicide, but the smoke was too loud and he could only vaguely see that the house was fine.

"Company Commander Zhang, the regiment commander asked you to extinguish the fire." Put out the fire? It's not in Zhang Ziwen's plan at all

range, not ready to extinguish the fire at all.

"Xiaobao, take someone to find water to extinguish the fire."

When Luo Yibin's guards heard Zhang Ziwen say this, Tie Qing's face twitched again.

"Brother, are you okay, why do you have a cramp in your face, you won't have epilepsy, right?" Wu Long, the brother who was close, felt a little strange and asked.

The regiment commander and the guard glared at Zhang Ziwen fiercely, and ran back around, Zhang Ziwen thought to himself that he didn't offend him this time, right?

"This person is really sick and has to be cured, why did he run away without saying a word." Wu Long said to the warriors on the side.

"What are you two muttering about, don't go looking for water?" If it weren't for the water in the courtyard on the side, there was water in the tank, and it wasn't certain when the fire would be extinguished.

A few minutes later, water was brought from the yard next door to finally extinguish the fire, and when the smoke was gone, Zhang Ziwen and his party ran to the front yard, and only then came out of the alley, and they planned to go to the front yard to have a look, and someone shouted behind them.

"Zhang Ziwen is here"

As soon as Zhang Ziwen turned around, the regiment commander Luo Yibin stood on the road, and hurriedly ran over, and now the company commander got his hand, and the result was a slap on Zhang Ziwen's head.

"You rabbit cub, what the hell are you doing, it's more powerful than the devil's shenghua weapon."

Zhang Ziwen, who was slapped by Luo Yibin, was stunned, and only reacted when he heard him speak, and when he looked back, he saw that the brothers in the guard platoon were all pale, and it turned out that this was the reason.

"Commander, how many have you caught?" Zhang Ziwen saw that Luo Yibin was unhappy, so he planned to ask him about his happiness.

"Grab a few, half a half."

slapped Zhang Ziwen on the head again, trembling with pain, don't forget that Zhang Ziwen still has a wound on his head, but Zhang Ziwen thought it was wrong, there are still half of them?

It turned out that the smoke was too big, and the devil couldn't stand it and was ready to crawl out of the backyard, and the machine gun intimidation didn't work, and as a result, three were directly killed by tension.

The remaining four bundled grenades rushed out, only one fainted before reaching the door, and the three exploded directly at the door, killing two brothers and injuring three. There are still four devils in the wing room of the courtyard, and the seriously injured are all smoked to death, and the rest of the devils who are dizzy are still dizzy.

Zhang Ziwen didn't dare to speak anymore, waiting for Ma Xiaobao to come over and ask him to gather the team and wait, after all, it was just a counterattack and he had to retreat in the end. It was almost eleven o'clock before the brothers of the first battalion came back, but fortunately, the smell of the village had faded a lot under the action of the wind, but the brothers of the first battalion were still far away from us. Liu Tong's second group also returned, but there were three less brothers, and now there were only nine people in their group, including him, and Liu Ming also injured his left hand.

"The destination, Xiaomajia Village, where and the second and third camps will meet and then withdraw to Zhenjiang to rest."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Zhang Ziwen, it seems that Luo Yibin already knows the news of Liu Songsheng's martyrdom.

"Pony's Village? Is the head of the regiment still in Qianjiachang? ”

"Your brain is only crooked."

After speaking, he didn't bother to explain, and led the team to the east, and then Zhang Ziwen rolled his eyes with disdain from his guards. Zhang Ziwen thought about it for a long time on the road before he figured out that the regiment headquarters must have withdrawn early, otherwise the regiment commander would not have ignored the regiment headquarters.