The Japanese believe in Buddhism, Xiao Siming originally thought that the little devil would be in awe of the temple ancestral hall and other places, and would tie the livestock carrying supplies to the outside of the Tibetan Mountain Temple, only to find that he was so wrong when he entered the mountain gate, the little devil actually tied the pack horse to the courtyard outside the main hall of the Tibetan Mountain Temple, and the pack was placed on the ground with supplies and ammunition unloaded from the pack horse, and the two monks with sad faces each held an earthen porcelain basin full of ground black beans and green salt mixed with concentrate, and added concentrate to the pack horse feed trough.

A lump of horse manure and a beach of horse urine make a quiet and elegant Tibetan mountain temple stink!

There was also a square table in the courtyard, on which was placed a copper basin with a stewed rooster.

The two little devils are standing in front of the square table, and they don't think the horse manure in the yard is smoking, one is holding a chicken leg in his hand, and the other is holding a chicken wing, which is gnawing beautifully!

There was a monk standing next to the devil, bowing his head and reciting Amitabha Buddha in his mouth.

At this time, where would Xiao Siming be polite to the little devils, and even the idea of capturing them alive was dispelled, and the 38 big cover in his hand was directly hugged by fire, and with a "horn hook", a bloody hole appeared on the back of the head of the little devil who gnawed on the chicken legs, and he fell on the square table.

Chen Desheng was also born as a red ghost, and he came over on the Long March, and he was very alert. Without waiting for Xiao Siming to fire the second shot, the 38 big cover in Chen Desheng's hand also sounded, and the bullet hit the left shoulder blade of the little devil who gnawed on the chicken wings, and the guy's face went directly into the copper basin containing the stewed chicken!

It's a pity that this shot didn't hit the vital point, and after the little devil was shot and pounced on the table, he only stopped for a moment, probably stimulated by the pain, and even straightened up despite the greasy chicken soup on his face, and before his face turned around, his hand touched the grenade hanging on his waist, and it seemed that he wanted to die together!

Chen Desheng shouted "kill", his voice was poignant and slender, and the 38 big bayonet in his hand was shining, and he went straight to the back of the little devil.

There was a "poof", and the bayonet was stuck in the devil's backbone.

The devil was also brave, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he turned around sharply and took Chen Desheng's rifle belt out of his hand.

Seeing this, Xiao Siming directly "hooked" and shot the hideous face that the devil had just turned around. The little devil fell on his back at this time, but he was stopped by the rifle gun behind his back, and put on a posture of asking the sky on his back!

Chen Desheng stepped forward and pushed the devil's corpse to the ground, stepped on the devil's corpse with one foot, and pulled out the bayonet with both hands.

At this moment, Xiao Siming had already rushed to the hall with a gun, wanting to see if there were any little devils in the hall.

Chen Desheng held the gun, his eyes swept around the yard, observed whether there was any suspicious situation, and was on guard on the spot.

The main hall was quiet, and there was no one!

Coming out of the main hall, Xiao Siming went to the dormitory in the back again, and there was no one in the same place.

As soon as I ran into the attached courtyard on the side, I saw two little devils with aprons tied around their waists, holding Wang Ba box in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, and jumped out of the room in a panic.

It is clear that these are two cooks of the Japanese squad!

Xiao Siming directly shot a little devil to the ground.

The other little devil reacted quickly, raised his hand in a panic, and with a "bang", the bullet flew down Xiao Siming's ear.

Fortunately, Xiao Siming flashed to the side at the same time as he shot, otherwise, he would have capsized in the gutter and died in the hands of the devil man. That's a big joke!

The little devil took a step forward and fired another shot. Unexpectedly, Xiao Siming fell to the ground one step ahead, and the 38 big cover in his hand pointed obliquely at the little devil, and with a movement of his second thumb, he made a "horn hook" sound, which hit the little devil's chin. The little devil fell backwards and landed on time!

That is, from this moment on, before Xiao Siming's department was not equipped with automatic rifles and submachine guns, even the following cadres were all long and short: carrying a 38 cover on his back, and a 20-round barge gun or Wang Ba box in his waist. Long spears are used for long-range fire, and short guns are used for melee combat.

Killed the two devil cooking soldiers, Xiao Siming was afraid that there would be little devils in the room, so he held the 38 big cover in one hand and the Wang Ba box snatched from the little devil in the other, and rushed to the room.

There were only two firefighters left in the room, and they looked at Xiao Siming who rushed in stupidly.

There are three large iron pots on the stove, and there are several layers of steamers in each of the two iron pots, and the steam exudes a fragrance of rice. Vegetables were being stewed in a large iron pot, gurgling and tumbling, and the aroma of meat caused Xiao Siming to have hungry worms in his stomach. There was also a cleaned pig's head and half a fan of pork that had not been used up on the board.

Needless to say, this is the little devil who killed the pig snatched from the Tibetan mountain village at the foot of Shandong, and forced the monks of the Tibetan Mountain Temple to cook for them.

Xiao Siming's nose moved a few times, and he took a few mouthfuls of the aroma of the food, and then said to the two stunned firemen: "Master, after the rice is steamed, boil two more pots of soup, a pot of salty egg soup, and a pot of sweet millet porridge!" ”

After speaking, Xiao Siming raised his legs and left.

As soon as Xiao Siming left, the two firemen stared at him in a daze, this young man in a Japanese military uniform and speaking Chinese was the Eighth Route Army!

At this moment, the two fireworkers were excited, and they ran out of the gang room, shouting all over the yard that the Eighth Route Army had come back!

Although the Eighth Route Army advanced into North China for a short period of time, the first battle of Pingxingguan, the night attack on Yangmingbao, the overlapping ambush of Qiqian Village, the ambush of Guangyang, the ambush of Yanmen Pass, etc., won a battle and won a battle, and it was famous! What's more, when Xiao Siming and the others moved to Tibetan Mountain, they lived in the Tibetan Mountain Temple, and the monks here all knew about the Eighth Route Army!

After returning to the courtyard outside the main hall, Xiao Siming asked the monk who was standing not far from the little devil just now: "Master, are there any other devils here?" ”

The monk was already trembling with fright, and he just shook his head vigorously when he heard the words.

According to the establishment of a team of 54 devils, there should only be five little devils left in the Tibetan Mountain Temple.

Xiao Siming took off the Japanese cotton hat on his head, fell on the square table, took out his Eighth Route Army military hat from the quilt on his back, and put it on upright.

The three monks in the courtyard had already understood at this time that the two people in front of them in ghost uniforms were the Eighth Route Army!

Now, the two monks who were feeding the Japanese army's cattle picked up the leather whip that the devil had placed on the edge of the manger, and whipped it at the pack horse, shouting as they smoked: "Kill you Japanese horse!" Kill you Japanese horse."

For a time, the beaten pack horses were all barking and gouging their hooves on the ground.

Xiao Siming smiled when he saw it, and hurriedly stopped: "Master, stop fighting." This pack horse no longer belongs to the little devil, it belongs to our Eighth Route Army! ”

The two monks lowered their whips with a grunt.

Xiao Siming asked the other monks? Why are there a few of them left in the Tibetan Mountain Shrine?

The monk standing near the square table replied that they had all gone to the mountain to hide, and that they were afraid that the devils would destroy the Tibetan Mountain Temple, so they stayed behind to take care of it.

Xiao Siming asked the names of the three monks, so he asked the three monks to go out separately to find other monks, and it was best to find the nearby Eighth Route Army work team, local government personnel, or guerrilla troops, and let them gather at the Tibetan Mountain Shrine and have a task.

The monk named Hengtong who was standing near the table hesitated for a moment, but still proclaimed the Buddha's name and asked, "Donor, the devil army has gone to fight in the back mountain, and they will come back to eat in a moment." What should I do? ”

This monk is still talking in a crepe!

Xiao Siming told Monk Hengtong that the little devils who went to the back mountain had been eliminated, and the Tibetan Mountain Temple was safe for the time being.

The monk then recited "Amitabha" and led the other two monks away happily.

As soon as the three monks left, Xiao Siming turned around and reprimanded Chen Desheng: "If you can't kill with one shot, won't you make up for another shot?" What can be solved with bullets, why with bayonets? Are you also considered to have crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and you don't have a brain, and your back is the part where you stabbed a bayonet? ”

Chen Desheng was stunned for a while, and only after a long time did he say hatefully: "Lao Tzu wanted to capture the prisoner, but I didn't expect the little devil to be stubborn, his left shoulder blade was broken, and he could resist!" ”

When he said this, Chen Desheng finally got his senses, saying that he was confused, he forgot the pain after the scars, and forgot the lessons of the Pingxingguan ambush, what is the use of asking the little devil to take prisoners? You have to send someone to watch it, and you have to waste food and medicine. If you encounter a little devil in the future, you will be less verbose and killed with one shot! Damn these devils anyway!

Xiao Siming grinned, his face smiled like a flower, patted Chen Desheng's shoulder, and said something in Japanese: "Yo Xi!" Yo West! ”

Chen Desheng muttered again, this little devil really ****** to pick the door, and he also tried to save money by making bullets, and he could only pierce a hole in his body, which almost bent Lao Tzu's bayonet. If you change to the old sleeve that Lao Tzu used to carry, and you get a bullet on your back, and there is a big bloody hole in your chest, you can be sure that you will die with one shot, where can you use a bayonet again? ”

Xiao Siming immediately walked to the corpse of the devil, took a look, shouted to Chen Desheng, and asked him to see that the bullet was fired from the back of the left shoulder blade, and the shoulder blade of the front chest was a large blood hole the size of a tea jar.

Xiao Siming said that guns and bullets are fine. The 38 cover is one of the best rifles, and its advantages lie in its long range and high accuracy. Not to mention that it is so close, even at a distance of 100 to 200 meters, the bullet rolls and deforms in the body, and the exit is also a bowl-sized blood hole. Above 200 meters, the killing effect of the Arisaka bullet is poor, and the probability of the bullet rolling in the body is also low, often a straight hole, that is, a hole, causing penetrating injuries.

Chen Desheng had never gone to school before he joined the army, he learned literacy in the army, and his cultural level was not high.

Xiao Siming had no choice but to tell Chen Desheng that if he wanted to make the 38-style bullet powerful, it was very simple, just use a bayonet to crush the bullet, and it was best to cross and carve it on the bullet. However, it's better not to do this in winter, the little devil has a velvet jacket inside, an overcoat outside, it's very thick, and he also carries a water bottle, bullet box and other things that can block bullets, and the bullet must have strong penetration.

Chen Desheng is one year older than the red ghost Xiao Siming, that is, eighteen or nineteen years old. Hearing Xiao Siming say this, he didn't believe it, so he took out a bullet on the spot, removed the bayonet and foiled it, really carved a cross, and then pressed it into the magazine, and shot another shot at the chest of the devil's corpse lying on the ground. Sure enough, the bullet of this shot entered through the devil's chest, and the blood hole formed at the back exit was as big as a small bowl.

Chen Desheng grinned: "It's really good!" I'm going to have to tell you the trick! ”