The devils who entered the village made an appointment with a small team, and searched the room door to door in the case of the puppet army, and a few devils and several puppet soldiers had just broken into a courtyard, and several grenades suddenly fell among them, and half of them were reimbursed on the spot. Immediately afterwards, the bud pole next to the courtyard wall fell, revealing a large gap. More than a dozen anti-United Nations fighters rushed out and shot at the end of their guns, and the remaining devils were caught off guard and killed on the spot. The fighters quickly picked up their weapons and withdrew through the gap in the courtyard wall.

Hearing the grenade explosion and gunshots, the Japanese puppet team that searched elsewhere hurried over, who wanted to rush to see only the corpses in one place. The extremely corrupt devil chased after him along the gap in the courtyard wall, but he encountered a simple trick and thunder, and broke a few more.

Zhou Xing led the soldiers to another courtyard and fired a cold shot at the devil again. The devil was not familiar with the terrain in the village, and was beaten dizzy for a while. Enemies seem to be everywhere, bullets can fly at any moment, but when you finally rush over and see, there is nothing but the corpses of your accomplices.

However, after all, the devils are well-trained and numerous. They quickly set up temporary strongholds on the backyards of several yards, and then used the cover of the strongholds to build barricades and cordon off several main streets. In this way, the scope of the anti-union fighters' activities was trapped in the middle of several main streets, and the space that could be vacated became extremely narrow, and the Japanese puppet army narrowed the scope step by step.

Zhou Xing also realized this, but he was powerless to change this situation. After all, the disparity between the strength of the enemy and the enemy is too great. However, due to the limitations of the terrain, the scale of the attack could not be very large. Attacks can only be carried out on a house-by-house basis, house-by-house, house-by-house in detachments. They first bombarded with grenadiers. Then several devils rushed in and fired a burst of fire, and if no one was found, the house was set on fire. Trying to kill the anti-union in the shadows.

The devil kept throwing grenades into several courtyards. Their intentions are so sinister that they will be burned to death if they stay in the house. If you stay in the yard, you have to wait to be bombed. Although they didn't know which yard the anti-union forces were in, as long as they kept bombing, one of them would always come across. Seeing the soldiers being injured one after another, platoon commander Zhou Xing's eyes were so anxious that his eyes were on fire. Then his eyes lit up, and an idea suddenly came to him.

With a loud bang, a courtyard wall facing the street suddenly fell, stirring up the dust of Lao Gao, and the figure of the person could not be seen clearly for three feet on the opposite side. Although the devils blocked the streets, the main forces were still blocking the courtyard gates. After all, the speed of climbing the courtyard wall is too slow, and it is completely possible to calmly mobilize troops to encircle it. And in this era, the courtyard walls in the north are relatively high, it is not difficult to jump down, but it is not easy to go back, if you are blocked by the devil at both ends, there is no way to run if you want to.

Since the devils occupied the three eastern provinces, they have always occupied one city when they arrived, and they have not encountered resistance at all, and they have fought a lot of field battles. But I really had no experience in street fighting, and I didn't expect the guerrillas to blow up the courtyard wall and jump out. Zhou Xing was unintentionally calculated, and when they jumped out, they opened fire on both sides, killing several puppet soldiers on the spot. Wait for the devil to react. The anti-United Nations fighters blew open another courtyard wall and burrowed into a temporary stronghold of the devils.

"Platoon commander, I'm out of bullets." "Platoon commander. Mine is gone, too. ”

Zhou Xing looked back at the less than ten soldiers left behind him, picked up the Liao Thirteen rifle in his hand, pulled the bolt, and found that there was not a single bullet inside. I touched the bullet belt on my body again and found that there was none.

Just as Zhou Xing was thinking about what to do, the pursuit team of the puppet army rushed over along the gap. Shooting at Zhou Xing and others, the two wounded and supported Anti-United Nations fighters immediately pushed the fighters around them, blocked the gap with their bodies to block the bullets, and shouted: "Platoon commander, go quickly." ”

Zhou Xing led the remaining soldiers to break through into the distance with tears in his eyes, Zhou Xing and others ran to the backyard of a village landlord's house, Zhou Xing breathed a sigh of relief, listening to the howl of the devil behind him, Zhou Xing knew that as long as they climbed over this wall, they would be out of safety, this wall was what he just remembered, the backyard of the landlord's house was backed by the mountain, when Zhou Xing and others worked together to climb over this wall.

What made Zhou Xing almost desperate happened, only to see that there were more than a dozen Japanese soldiers outside the wall who surrounded them under the personal leadership of a military Cao.

After the fierce battle just now, the anti-union fighters were exhausted at this time, and their bodies were in a crumbling state, but even if their bodies were not good, they still did not lose the weapons in their hands, even if there were no bullets, because on the first day they joined the army, their squad leaders, platoon commanders, company commanders and others told them that they could not throw away the guns in their hands at any time, unless they died in battle, and they remembered this paragraph.

In today's mortal situation, they will not be sent to death empty-handed, in the platoon commander Zhou Xing raised the rifle in his hand, the Japanese soldier Cao slowly pulled out the katana, and the blade slanted and roared: "Ha Ya Ku!" Kamaro hey! ”

The Japanese soldiers made a roar, opened the chamber of the gun, and the yellow, orange and orange bullets fell to the ground!

Facing the cold and shining sword forest of the Japanese, Zhou Xing gently moved his numb arm, licked his chapped lips, and sang the anti-coalition army song that spread in the northeast with a hoarse voice: "The mountains and rivers are heroic, and the sword is drawn in anger." I want to learn from the past to the present, sages and heroes. With the help of righteousness, the tide is turned, and the shame of the country is tasted by lying on the salary. Half of the country has been lost! Who's missing? ”

And the soldiers around him also opened their mouths and shouted: "Young people, what should we do, rise up together and destroy the enemy bandits." State affairs are complicated, the wind and clouds are unpredictable, the blood arouses Shenzhou, and the spear smashes through the Japanese slave hole, so that the northeast can be peaceful and the motherland can be peaceful. ”

Although the anti-Japanese fighters shouted anti-Japanese songs, their eyes were firmly fixed on the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side, and both sides were staring at each other with prey-like eyes, believing that they would see the difference immediately.

When the two sides confronted each other, the Japanese puppet army brigade had already chased over and formed a large circle around the periphery, as if leaving a ring for both sides.

"Li Sang, what are these people shouting, are they begging for mercy?"

"Taijun, they are singing anti-Japanese songs, I think they are all with a death-bound mentality, why don't you let me shoot them for you, Taijun! Save them from dirtying the hands of the princes. The puppet army company commander bent down and said with a smile.

"Smack!" "Yaga! This is a sacred duel, you are not a samurai, you don't understand, no matter how dare you talk nonsense, your land is dead and dead. ”

"Hey! Taijun hit it right, your slap is like an empowerment that makes my cottage open. ”

Just as the two were talking, the battle broke out! But it was not the Japanese who attacked first, but a fighter who was bleeding from the abdomen, he knew that he could only wait for death if he waited any longer, it was better to bring two pads on his back before he died, and rushed over with a gun, while shouting: "Little Japan, your eighteenth generation ancestors." ”

When the first one rushed to the Japanese army, the anti-United Nations fighters behind them had no fear of death at all, and the hope of life was too slim for them! Kill one is enough, kill two and earn one! With the determination to die, Zhou Xing led six platoons of soldiers to kill the Japanese army.

A bayonet with a cold light stabbed forward, a wheel butt without a bayonet! At the moment of engagement, the blood was flying and shooting, and the short contact made the Japanese soldiers in the front row startled, and it only lasted ten seconds in the tragic white-knuckle battle.

In the first round of bayonet-to-bayonet exchanges, all the fighters of the Anti-Japanese Federation fell except Zhou Xing, while less than three Japanese soldiers fell.

"Here comes the little devil! Your grandfather is here, and the six platoons of soldiers charge and kill the devils. Zhou Xing shouted slogans and rushed towards the Japanese army with a gun broken in two.

"Flutter ......" Several bayonets flashing with cold light stabbed into Zhou Xing's chest, Zhou Xing raised his head and opened his mouth to sacrifice a few times.

"Nani? What is he going to say? Are you begging me to leave him a whole corpse? Squadron Leader Yamamoto said to himself.

"Taijun I know, I know what he said before he died, I learned dumb language."

"Oh! Li Sang, what exactly is he talking about? ”

"Taijun, what he wants to say is little Japan, your eighteenth generation ancestors."

"Yaga!" "Bang Bang..." more than a dozen slaps in a row, directly beating the face that had not yet been swollen into a pig's head. (To be continued.) )