The blow came so suddenly and violently that the little devil who had just entered the city and was driving along the East Avenue towards the east gate of the inner city was caught off guard, and could only staggered and danced in the rain of bullets.

The Type 92 light machine gun was shouting, the German-made 20-round barge gun was shouting, and even the crisp "horn hook" and "horn hook" sound of the single-shot 38 big cover were all connected!

This East Street is already very wide in the eyes of the people in the mountains, but in the eyes of the Japanese soldiers at this moment, it seems too narrow, so narrow that they can't dodge the bullets fired from the shops on both sides!

The 109th Division was formed by conscripting the reservists of the 9th Division of the Japanese Army, and the soldiers were all old devils among the little devils. The strength and weakness of these devils' will to fight are secondary, the key is that they do the work of burning, killing, looting, and raping women, which are more ruthless and worse than those little devils in the permanent division regiment, everyone has Chinese blood on their hands, and everyone deserves to die!

This devil squadron has a full strength of 180 people, and Xiao Siming and his team have killed 54 people, and the remaining squadron department plus two squads is only 126 people. This little force crashed into the firepower network built by Xiao Siming, and no matter how well-trained he was, there was only one word in the end: "Die!" ”

After Wang Lushui rushed to Dongdajie with a platoon, three platoons, and a grenadier platoon, he deployed the strongest platoon on the left side of Dongdajie near the city wall, with the grenadier platoon deployed in the middle, and the three platoons deployed near the east gate of the inner city. The task of each platoon is very clear, one platoon pinchs the tail and strikes in the middle, the grenadier platoon strikes the middle of the devil's marching ranks, and the third platoon undertakes the task of blocking the head.

Chen Yisheng's second platoon, fourth platoon, and special service platoon are deployed just the opposite, with the second platoon in the center, the fourth platoon deployed at the position leading to the east gate of the inner city, and the special platoon deployed near the junction of Dongguan Street and Dongdaemun.

In this way, on the left and right sides of East Street, the strength of the firepower responded one-on-one, and the little devil was completely sandwiched on East Street.

Before the battle began, the squad leader was cheering for the newly reorganized soldiers, saying that the time for revenge had come, aiming and fighting, and not letting any of them go!

In fact, there is simply no need to do much mobilization. Not to mention the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were rescued, they have returned to their own team without a single ideological barrier. Those soldiers of the National Army who were rescued also saved up a lot of energy. Think about it, when these soldiers fought with the devils in Niangzi Pass, the sacrifice was so huge that how many brothers fell on Taihang Mountain. Now that the little devils have fallen into the trap, it's very simple, just send them back to grandma's house with one shot!

"Little devils, you also have today!"

This is the common sentiment of the new fighters who have undergone reorganization!

After hearing Xiao Siming's gunshot, Wang Lushui and Chen Yisheng shouted the word "type" almost at the same time, and the gun in their hands immediately fired, sending the bullet into the body of the devil who could be seen clearly through the window.

Qiu Wei, the leader of the platoon, personally opened fire with a machine gun, shouting as he fought: "It's all aimed at Lao Tzu!" It's fun! ”

Not only Qiu Wei, but several platoon commanders and deputy platoon commanders basically operated the machine guns to shoot in person, and the bullets were sprinkled at the little devils!

When the independent battalion entered the city, it had already captured eight Type 96 machine guns, plus three machine guns carried by the devil transport team, a total of eleven light machine guns, two more machine guns than an infantry squadron of the Japanese army, and the firepower was dense and powerful, enough for this little devil to drink a pot!

Bullets are flying, bullets are flying, flying to the little devil's head, chest, back, and ribs!

As a result, from the beginning to the end of the battle, the fighters did not throw a single small melon grenade, and the little devils all fell under the bullets of Arisaka.

After Xiao Siming shot and killed the leader of the devil squadron first, he quickly pulled the bolt, returned the shell, pushed the bullet and loaded it, and the second shot hit the back of the head of the Japanese second lieutenant who was walking behind the spearhead and chatting with him just now.

In the third shot, Xiao Siming hit a devil machine gunner on the head. This guy reacted quickly, and when he heard the gunshot, he fell to the ground, and the Type 96 light machine gun on his shoulder also arrived in his hand, and it was directly placed on the corpse of a devil, "clucking", and began to shoot back. The result was that Xiao Siming's bullets arrived before the shuttle was finished, and he was sent back to the East.

When Xiao Siming withdrew the bullet casing, loaded the bullet, and wanted to shoot again, he had already lost his target in his sight, and the streets were full of the corpses of the devils lying all over the street, and even the devil's pack horses were not spared, and they all fell to the ground.

Just like that, the soldiers hidden in the shops on both sides of East Avenue were still shooting, hitting the corpses of the devils, and no one rushed out!

The angry voice of Qiu Wei, the leader of the platoon, came: "Stop shooting!" Stop shooting! Damn, bullets don't want money, no! Loser! A bunch of losers! ”

The gunfire stopped!

When Xiao Siming walked down from the city wall with a 38 big cover in one hand and a Wang Ba box in the other, Wang Lushui and Chen Yisheng commanded the soldiers to rush out of the shops on both sides and start cleaning the battlefield!

Perhaps stimulated by the death of the wounded soldiers of the devils and the soldiers who rescued them during the victory of Pingxingguan, these platoon commanders who were wounded in the battlefield of Pingxingguan were shouting one after another: "Replenish guns and bayonets for devils!" Don't let any of them go! ”

The gunshots rang out again!

Wang Lushui was the political commissar of the Red Fifth Regiment and the first deputy director of the Political Training Office of the 685th Regiment after the Red Army was reorganized into the Eighth Route Army. Oddly enough, he also did not seem to have the idea of taking prisoners, and did not give orders to stop the platoon commanders.

Chen Yisheng was the only one on the street shouting: "Pay attention to the prisoners!" Watch out for captives! ”

Xiao Siming muttered: "This Secretary Chen, what kind of politeness do you talk to the little devil?" What's the use of Lao Tzu taking prisoners? Pure waste of food, medicine! ”

Unexpectedly, Chen Desheng, the spy platoon commander who had followed Xiao Siming, had sharp ears, and when he heard it, he immediately quietly told the soldier next to him who went to open the city gate with him: "Pass it down, Battalion Commander Xiao don't take prisoners!" ”

Chen Yisheng had already enlightened himself when he was in the Tibetan Mountain Temple, and knew that it was useless to catch devil prisoners, and he had to waste precious food and medicine, and he had to send someone to see it, it was very troublesome, and it was the cleanest to kill him with one shot!

As a result, Chen Yisheng shouted several times in his voice, but he couldn't resist the powerful "Battalion Commander Xiao don't take prisoner" and "Battalion Commander Xiao don't take prisoner" quietly passed down by Chen Desheng, and the soldiers still mended bayonets and guns on the corpses of devils.

The streets are filled with a strong smell of blood!

This cleaning of the battlefield opened the eyes of the new soldiers who had just been reorganized, and those squad leaders not only wanted the devil's weapons and ammunition, but also the watches and money on the devil's body, the devil's military coat, leather boots, and even the velvet jacket and velvet pants inside, until the little devil was stripped of only a piece of crotch cloth, and then refused to give up.

Wang Meng, the leader of the third platoon, carried the 38 big cover on his back diagonally, and had a shell gun in his waist, and took off the devil's military uniform neatly, while teaching the new soldiers next to him: "The little devil is full of treasures!" You see, this kettle, fill the kettle with boiling water on your back, drink when you are thirsty when you are marching and fighting, quench your thirst and be hygienic, and keep it so that you don't have diarrhea and dysentery. Look at this lunch box again, it is light and strong, which is much more convenient than the Yaozhou clay porcelain bowl we use! Look, the little devil's velvet pants are good, right? It looks thin, but it is warm to wear, and the burden on the body is light when charging, your baby is so big, don't say it, I'm afraid I haven't even seen it, take it off quickly! There's no way, our Eighth Route Army is poor, Chairman Jiang is too picky, and the little military money sent is not enough to buy food! Besides, we are an independent battalion, and like the original independent regiment, we are black and black households in Chairman Chiang's place, and we will definitely not be paid military salaries for those who instigate the goods, and we have to take it from the devil ourselves. Otherwise, let alone fighting devils, you will starve to death! Hey, this little devil is still capable, and he still has a watch on his wrist! Tsk, this is a real foreign thing, it goes accurately, and it looks beautiful. Wear it on your wrist, those big girls and little daughters-in-law see it, and there are sparks in your eyes! In the future, when the devil surrenders, you go home, don't say anything else, just rush this watch, and you can say that a famous handsome daughter-in-law from ten miles and eight towns will give birth to three or five babies, and live a hot life! ”

It happened that Wang Lushui passed by, and when he heard Wang Meng say funny, he reprimanded: "Wang Meng, what are you talking about?" The action is sharp! ”

Wang Meng didn't raise his head, and reported loudly: "Commissar Wang, I'm teaching the soldiers how to clean up the battlefield!" Hey! Eggs, this old devil died without a loss, there were five small yellow croakers on his body, they must have been snatched from a rich family! Maybe the rich people died at the hands of this old devil! Who, come, stab this old devil in the heart again, and he can't let him go even if he dies! ”

Wang Lushui no longer had a temper, but shouted loudly: "Comrades, you must clean the battlefield carefully, and you can't lose a stitch and a thread!" ”

As soon as the voice fell, Sang Gancheng, the deputy platoon commander of the second platoon, shouted: "Report to the political commissar, come and see, what is this object?" ”

Wang Lushui walked over to take a look, and saw that Sang Gancheng was holding a waist sewn finely and densely with cotton cloth, about twenty or thirty centimeters wide, and the patterns were all ten columns in length and one hundred points in width, a bit like a Go chessboard. When I touched it with my hand, it was still hard in some places, as if there were things like money, copper plates and the like sewn inside.

Wang Lushui didn't know what it was, so he called Xiao Siming from afar and asked him to come and have a look.

Xiao Siming came over and took the object and looked at it, then smiled and said, "Political commissar, you forgot?" When we were recuperating in the division hospital in Geng Town, Wutai County, the leaders of the headquarters went to offer condolences and took a cadre of the enemy engineering department who had joined the army from Taiyuan and went to Japan to study, named Dong Qiunong, who was an employee of the Northwest Industrial Company in Shanxi before joining the army. Didn't he say that? The Japanese army was superstitious and afraid of death, and when they went out to fight, the soldiers' mothers, wives, sisters, and lovers would go to their neighbors and beg the women to sew a thousand needles, thinking that they could avoid bullets with a thousand needles. This thing is the Japanese soldier's thousand-person needle! Collect, as trophies. When the Anti-Japanese War is won in the future, this thing can be exhibited in museums, or it can be auctioned as antiques, and maybe it can be sold for a good price! ”

Sang Gancheng asked: "Why do you feel like there are money and copper plates in it?" ”

Xiao Siming explained that there were Japanese five-coin and ten-coin perforated copper plates sewn into it. is still the same sentence, the Japanese are superstitious and afraid of death, because the Japanese four coins are homophonic with the "dead line", which means "crossing the dead line"; And ten coins more than nine coins, the Japanese nine coins and "bitter battle" homonym, meaning "hard fighting", which is all from the popular Japanese folk at that time, is purely superstitious.

At the end, Xiao Siming added: "Amulets and thousand-person needles are all psychological comfort supplies for Japanese soldiers, they are useless at all, and when the bullet hits, it will still die one by one!" ”

Sang Gancheng suddenly realized: "It turns out that the little devil is also afraid of death!" ”

Xiao Siming and Wang Lushui both laughed!