In the surprised eyes of Niu Dazhuang and those routs on the roof, Zhang Cheng, who rushed onto the street, was as brave as a god, Zhang Cheng's every action was just right, and he shot the other party first, but the bullets fired by the Japanese soldiers on the street did not even scratch Zhang Cheng's skin. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Boom" "Boom" There was also an explosion at the end of the street, at this time there was no one else who was still throwing grenades except Da Niu, everyone else was afraid that the grenades they threw would affect Zhang Cheng, only Da Niu infinitely trusted that his eldest brother would not be so unlucky. With a "bang" sound, Zhang Chengyi, who had no time to change the magazine, leaned over, slammed open the door of a shop on the street with his back, and then crawled and hid himself.

Zhang Cheng was too close to the Japanese soldiers, and he really didn't have time to change the magazine, so he had to temporarily distance himself from the Japanese soldiers. How could the Japanese soldiers, who were caught off guard by Zhang Cheng, let Zhang Cheng go so easily, seeing Zhang Cheng enter the shop on the street, there were already Japanese soldiers reaching out to touch the grenade on their waists.

Before the Japanese grenade was thrown into the shop, the Japanese soldiers saw a package fly out of the shop. "Nani?" The Japanese soldier, who was already holding a grenade in his hand, was stunned, and at this moment, the package that flew out of the store exploded with a "boom". Zhang Cheng, who dodged into the store, did not change the magazine first, but pulled out a grenade from his baggage, grabbed a piece of cloth in the store, wrapped a few grenades and two bullets in the store, and threw it out.

The power of the explosion with the burden of bullets was amazing, and even Zhang Cheng himself did not expect that in the explosion, shrapnel flew sideways, mixed with bullets flying in all directions. The Japanese soldiers who were about to throw grenades into the shop were suddenly blown up and fell in a large area, and before the remaining Japanese soldiers could recover their senses, grenades fell again on the rooftops on both sides of the street. The rumbling explosion sounded, and Zhang Cheng, who was hiding in the shop, did not dare to look rashly, but after the explosion weakened, he picked up his submachine gun and rushed over. After a burst of gunfire was scattered, all the Japanese soldiers who could be discovered by Zhang Cheng had been defeated.

The Thomson submachine gun, known as the "Chicago typewriter", was really not blown out, Zhang Cheng wiped out the bullets in the entire magazine, and there were no Japanese soldiers standing on the dilapidated streets full of gunsmoke. If you fight a snake, you will be killed, and you must remove the roots of the grass, Zhang Cheng doesn't want to be shot by the Japanese soldiers who pretend to be dead. Drawing a bayonet from the waist of a Japanese soldier's corpse, Zhang Cheng waved to the rooftops on both sides of the street, and then began to mend the Japanese corpse on the street.

Not every Japanese soldier who was shot was seriously injured and died, at least the Japanese soldier who was shot in the neck by Zhang Cheng was still alive, although he only had one breath left when he looked at it, but he was still alive after all. Zhang Cheng squatted down beside the Japanese soldier who had not yet lost his breath, glanced at the Japanese soldier who was about to die but pretended to be calm, and then whispered in Japanese, "You shouldn't come to China, if you come, you can't go back alive." ”

The Japanese soldier who was bleeding and about to die opened his eyes wide and his lips trembled in horror, Zhang Cheng guessed that this thing was afraid that he wanted to ask who he was? Why do you speak Japanese? Zhang Cheng lowered his head and quietly looked into the other party's eyes, then slowly stabbed the bayonet in his hand into the other party's chest, and finally said calmly, "I am Chinese, and I am also a nightmare for you Japanese." Zhang Cheng's actions of mending the corpses one by one puzzled the routs who came down from the roof, but no one dared to ask, after all, Zhang Cheng mended the corpses of Japanese soldiers.

"Clean up the battlefield and take only light machine guns and ammunition, maybe there will be Japanese troops rushing here." Niu Dazhuang shouted to those defeated soldiers to clean up the battlefield according to Zhang Cheng's instructions, and at the same time arranged two well-skilled defeated soldiers to go to the street corner to guard. Seeing that the big cow coming down from the roof was safe, Zhang Cheng also relieved himself, found a brick and stone on the side of the street to sit down, and took out the bullet magazine to be busy loading bullets.

"Sir, someone is coming over there, listen to the movement, that number is not small." Niu Dazhuang's two guard posts at the corner of the street rushed back, and before Niu Dazhuang, who learned about the incident, had time to report to Zhang Cheng, everyone could already hear the gunshots and shouts coming from the corner of the street. "Disperse and go up to the room to find cover." Zhang Chengcheng, who came back to his senses, only said a few words, and the routs, who were already a little panicked, immediately dispersed and climbed onto the rooftops on both sides of the street again.

"Big brother, it's the national army." Zhang Cheng just loaded a bullet bridge into the magazine of the gun, and the big bull lying beside him handed the telescope to Zhang Cheng. Taking the binoculars, Zhang Cheng, who was lying on the roof, looked at the other side of the street, and the first few figures to appear in the telescope were indeed wearing the uniforms of the national army. More than 40 scattered Nationalist soldiers were forming a group and hurriedly entering the street from the rows, and Zhang Cheng only saw in the telescope that the group of Nationalist soldiers had about a dozen rifles.

Zhang Sandong roared wildly, and kept waving the short gun in his hand, asking his brothers to run faster. As soon as he turned into the street, the outpost brother ran back and told him that they had found many corpses of devils in front of him. There are corpses of devil soldiers, which means that there have been battles here, there are corpses of devil soldiers, and maybe there will be national troops, Zhang Sandong's eyes lit up, and he urged his soldiers to run faster.

rushed from the corner of the street to the middle of the street, Zhang Sandong and they only saw the corpses of Japanese soldiers, not to mention the discovery of national troops, not even the corpses of national soldiers. Zhang Sandong, whose lips were already chapped and his mouth was already chapped, subconsciously licked his lips with his tongue, at this moment he was somewhat disappointed in his heart, there were only more than 40 soldiers left under his command, and there were only a dozen rifles left, which was difficult to fight with the Japanese soldiers who were pursuing them.

The broken soldier came over and reported: "Company commander, the devils behind have caught up!" Glancing at the street corner from a distance, Zhang Sandong was on the verge of collapse due to extreme disappointment and exhaustion, and then shouted loudly to the soldiers beside him, "Don't run, don't run, defend on the spot." Damn, eighteen years later, we are good men again. ”

Zhang Sandong was not afraid at all, isn't he just a death, who hasn't thought about this day when he is a soldier? Throwing a cigarette into his mouth, he lit a fire, but did not light it, and he glanced at his brothers beside him. The brothers all laughed, and the smile was so helpless and bright. Zhang Sandong also laughed, lit the cigarette and yelled with some annoyance, "Brothers, let's run all the way, and the devil will chase all the way." We have more than 100 brothers, and now we are all left, let's not run away, let's die here. ”

"Boom," "Boom," "Boom," "Boom," and the Japanese soldiers who were pursuing began to bombard the group of Nationalist soldiers who had fled here with grenadiers, and the sound of explosions rang out, and the flying shrapnel within a range of more than 10 meters hit the people's bodies, even lifting some of them up directly. Zhang Sandong held his head, crouched on the ground, and shouted, "Get down, get down." There was a loud bang behind him, and he could clearly feel the shock wave hitting his back like a tangible object, and there was a burst of paralysis in an instant, and the whole person was pushed by the air wave and hit a broken wall, and then the overwhelming scorching gravel and floating earth storm covered the ground, beating the body to a hot pain.

Zhang Sandong, who was knocked over by the explosion wave, lay on the ground in embarrassment, and slowly inhaled a breath of air that was still very hot; He stretched his legs and feet, slowly recovered from the paralysis, and shook the dust off his body a few times. After confirming that he was not seriously injured, Zhang Sandong raised his head and glanced at his brothers. The Japanese soldiers with bayonets had already rushed forward at this time, and the soldiers of the Nationalist Army who survived the bombardment had already mixed up with the Japanese soldiers who were at the forefront of the attack.

Zhang Sandong clearly saw a Japanese soldier's bayonet coming out of a brother's back, and the brother who was stabbed clung to the piercing bayonet with all his might, but there was no one of his own around him. The Japanese soldier stomped his stabbed brother down with his foot, drew his bayonet and threw himself at the rest of the warband...... Hand-to-hand combat reached a fever pitch, with soldiers on both sides tangled and fighting, biting; Rifles, bayonets, stones, fists, teeth...... Everything around him that could be used and the organs on his body became killing weapons. From time to time, someone pulled out a grenade, and with a dull explosion, flesh and blood flew under the scorching sun, and the explosions of "boom, boom, boom......" rang out one after another, and the Japanese army, which had already had the advantage in numbers, was suddenly blown to the ground.

"Ah, grandpa, I'm here." Zhang Sandong shouted, brandished the rifle in his hand and rushed forward. Zhang Sandong, who is tall and has long legs, is very fast, and before the Japanese army has time to reflect, Zhang Sandong has already collided with the Japanese soldiers. Swing the butt of the gun and smash it on the head of a Japanese soldier on the opposite side, and the Japanese soldier facing Zhang Sandong has already fallen with the muffled sound of the skull cracking, and he didn't even have time to snort. As the opponent fell, the Japanese soldier closest to Zhang Sandong stabbed him with a spear, and he was so frightened that he was stabbed crookedly, but Zhang Sandong stabbed him in the throat with a spear.

The well-trained Japanese troops quickly organized an effective formation and began to counterattack, and the remaining Japanese troops confronted everyone in groups of three in a triangular pattern, back to back with bayonets. Zhang Sandong, who knew that there was no hope of escape, and his soldiers didn't care at all, and their lives should end the moment the city was broken. Zhang Sandong stepped forward to meet the bayonet, and at the same time clenched the bloody bayonet in his hand and roared forward, "Rush up, kill them, kill these little devils." ”

The bloody scene appeared on this street again, and the two warring sides had already abandoned the rules on the battlefield, and everything they could get their hands on became weapons, just like the Japanese steel helmet that Zhang Sandong was carrying in his hand at the moment. "Lying down" Zhang Sandong, who was carrying a Japanese steel helmet in his hand, ran a few steps, and was about to use the steel helmet in his hand to slam a Japanese soldier, but suddenly a loud shout came from behind.

"Get down, get down" Someone behind him shouted loudly, and Zhang Sandong and his soldiers hurriedly lay down on the spot. ,,,A series of gunshots rang out immediately, and the Japanese soldiers who were originally fighting hand-to-hand with Zhang Sandong and them were shot and fell to the ground one after another in the rain of bullets. Reinforcements! There are really reinforcements! No matter how many things happened, Zhang Sandong, who was lying on the ground, and his soldiers fired at the remaining Japanese soldiers again and again, and for a time the gunfire was loud and the shouts were deafening.......

Suddenly, someone helped in the battle, and the situation of the enemy and us changed dramatically in an instant, and the Japanese army, which was originally superior in numbers, has now become a beaten sheep, and the defeated soldiers of the national army, who were originally chased and beaten all the way like sheep, have now become a group of fierce tigers. When Zhang Sandong, who didn't know what was going on, was pulled up from the ground, this short battle was over, and the soldiers of the national army who came back to their senses widened their eyes and looked at the corpses of Japanese soldiers all over the ground in front of them in amazement.

As a company commander, Zhang Sandong's eyes also widened at this moment, and the original sheep tore the jackals apart in a few minutes. The invaders turned out to be so weak, and the defeated soldiers who were struggling on the verge of life and death had turned into bloodthirsty devils due to anger and unwillingness, and the fighting spirit that had been regained became incoherent to everyone due to excitement and excitement. A hand slapped on Zhang Sandong's shoulder, and several strangely dressed men in black appeared beside Zhang Sandong. Zhang Sandong, who came back to his senses, reflexively pointed his gun at them.

"Brother, don't be nervous, we are good people and we are here to save you." A man in a short shirt said with a smile, Zhang Sandong glanced at the man in a short shirt in front of him, but his eyes fell on the young man next to the man. The boy had a submachine gun in his hand, a rifle on his back, and a strange-looking shell gun hanging from his side. The few black-clothed men with him not only carried three light machine guns, but also one rifle per person, which made Zhang Sandong's gang of routs who lacked guns and ammunition very envious.

Zhang Sandong saw that the other party didn't seem to have any malicious intent, so he put down the gun stupidly, and asked with a puzzled face, "Who are you?" ”

"Chinese, we are Chinese who specialize in fighting devils." Zhang Cheng, who opened his mouth to answer, raised his eyebrows.

"Brother, our ammunition is replenished, let's go." Da Niu, who was holding two grenades in his hand, leaned in front of Zhang Cheng and whispered. Zhang Cheng nodded, turned to Zhang Sandong and said, "We are going to eliminate the infiltration troops of the Japanese army in Nanjing City, where are you going?" ”

"It's just a few of you, don't blow it, don't you just rely on how many machine guns you have?" Zhang Cheng's words made a national soldier under Zhang Sandong sneer on the side.

"A few people, you have to be a little more virtuous when you speak, our machine guns were snatched from the devils, and the brothers have killed several waves of devils today, and there are more than hundreds of them," Niu Dazhuang's rout said proudly with his head held high. A rush of footsteps suddenly came from a distance, and a black-clothed soldier reported: "There are more than 100 devil soldiers coming behind, and it will take about 10 minutes to get here!" ”

Zhang Sandong's face stiffened when he heard this, although he won the battle just now, he only had about 20 brothers left. Just when he should be stupid and hesitate to stay, Zhang Cheng spoke: "The brothers who play well with rifles occupy the commanding heights of good shooting on both sides of the street, and the targets of the shooting are first of all the officers at all levels of the little devils, followed by machine gunners and grenadiers, and finally ordinary soldiers, all the machine guns go behind the broken wall over there, and the rest of the people all take grenades and follow me, the little devils want to play street battles with me, that's called looking for death, hum!" ”

Zhang Cheng's words are by no means bragging, as a special forces soldier from later generations, street fighting, mountain warfare, jungle warfare, and special operations training are all daily training in the training camp, and Zhang Cheng has put into practice a lot of military knowledge he has mastered, and has accumulated a lot of practical and highly targeted combat experience. It is no exaggeration to say that with Zhang Cheng's experience and literacy in street fighting tactics, he is definitely a master in this era.

In an instant, the advance of the Japanese infiltration squad was only less than fifty meters away from here, and I saw a group of "Shina routers" fleeing in panic along the street, and the Japanese infantry, who had been completely brainwashed by the spirit of bushido, suddenly rushed up with a scream. The commander who commanded the new wave of Japanese troops was called Yamamoto Kuriichi, and when he found out about the defeated soldiers of Shina just now, Yamamoto Kuriichi's heart was also full of joy, but when he saw the corpses of those imperial soldiers on both sides of the street, Yamamoto Kuriichi's heart felt a chill for no reason.

Yamamoto Kuriichi gasped, the ground was full of the corpses of pig-like imperial soldiers who had been picked, and he suddenly drew his command knife and was about to give the order to stop the pursuit, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a cold light flashing on the roof ridge in the distance. Yamamoto Zang was slightly flustered, and a bullet from the ridge of the roof in the distance had already flown over, and I saw that Yamamoto Zang, who was holding the command knife in his hand, seemed to be pushed violently, and then fell straight down.

The Japanese soldiers who followed Yamamoto Kuriichi reached out to help the commander, but suddenly found that Yamamoto Kuriichi had a bloody hole on his forehead, and most of the skull at the back of his head had been completely opened, and flesh-like flesh and blood were splashed on the ground. The Japanese soldiers who heard the gunfire had already reacted instinctively, and most of the soldiers in the squad quickly found cover in the rubble field of the street and lay down, and the machine guns and grenadiers were quickly set up. However, the scene that the Japanese soldiers wanted to see was not staged, and after that gunshot, the streets were silent.

Dozens of Japanese soldiers lying on the rubble waited quietly for a few minutes, and when they saw that there was still no movement on the street, they cautiously stood up. But before they could begin to advance, they heard only a shout, a dozen grenades falling from the rooftops on both sides of the street, and for a while, the not very spacious street was completely enveloped by the continuous sound of explosions and dazzling firelight, and the roaring fragments of the explosion and the debris splashed by the explosion made it impossible for the Japanese soldiers who entered it to find a dead spot to hide.

There were more than a dozen loud bangs in succession, and fire and smoke and dust broke out on the rubble pile, and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were even hit by the flying shrapnel and flew up in the air, but by the time they fell from the sky again, they were already dead. "Yaga, the people of China are cunning and cunning!" The Japanese instinctively felt that something was wrong, but before they could react, fierce gunfire rang out in their ears.

"Hit!" With a shout from the rooftop, fierce gunfire rang out from behind the rooftops on both sides of the street and the rubble pile on the opposite side. The intertwined firepower network of dozens of Japanese-style 38 rifles swept down like a wind, and the Japanese troops were immediately knocked down in a large area, only to see several firepower points emerging behind the broken wall opposite the rubble pile, and at least three light machine guns were woven into a tight crossfire network that did not leave any dead ends.

Under a crossfire network of at least three light machine guns and dozens of Japanese rifles, the panicked Japanese soldiers fell one by one. The trap, this is a complete trap, but the Japanese army who fell into the trap no longer has any chance to resist. The Japanese machine gunner who was aiming at "Woo" fell, Zhang Cheng pulled the bolt of his gun, and the smoking shells retreated. The Japanese machine gunners and grenadiers were shot down by Zhang Cheng at the beginning, and the Japanese soldiers who were close to the machine guns were also knocked to the ground one by one, and the Japanese soldiers who had lost their fire support were like sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

The once invincible Imperial Japanese Army has now become a flock of sheep to the slaughter! One by one, the Japanese soldiers huddled tightly behind the rubble and the corpses of their own people, although they were also firing back, they had lost the spirit of battle. If Niu Dazhuang was very surprised by Zhang Cheng's previous act of killing the Japanese army alone, then Zhang Cheng's current use of two rifles to shoot at the Japanese army alternately shocked Niu Dazhuang to the extreme.

Lying on the roof and condescendingly less than 200 meters away from the Japanese soldiers, Zhang Cheng was able to use ordinary 38 rifles to shoot Japanese soldiers accurately while using a homemade Mauser sniper rifle to shoot Japanese soldiers. Da Niu didn't say a word, but only cared about reloading Zhang Cheng's rifle with all the bullets, while Zhang Chengcheng alternately used the Mauser rifle and the 38 rifle to shoot indiscriminately at the Japanese soldiers on the street.

At a distance of 200 meters, the rifle in Zhang Cheng's hand fired bullets quickly and continuously, and there was a very short pause for every five bullets, and after the pause, five more bullets were fired quickly. In this way, there were more and more bullet casings around Zhang Cheng, but the gunfire never really stopped.