The little devils marched in the snowy night, Qing Shui didn't forget the problem of the gun being frozen, one is that the devils lost their coats, in the past when marching in the cold of the northeast, the soldiers hid the gun chamber part in the coat, and also wrapped in cloth to prevent freezing, and immediately disassembled the gun when resting, check whether it was frozen, to ensure that the rifle can be fired at any time, and the gun oil issued by the Kwantung Army is cold-proof gun oil, and there are few winter battles in North China, and it is not as cold as the northeast, so the soldiers did not develop the habit of maintaining the gun in winter, and did not distribute cold-proof gun oil.

Second, when they were tired of running for their lives, the soldiers from Qing Shui to the little devils, after continuous combat and being trapped, stood out from the encirclement of the Eighth Road, all they wanted was to escape to save their lives, and they didn't seem to care about the guns anymore, if it weren't for the Japanese soldiers who usually obeyed discipline, I'm afraid the guns would have been thrown off a long time ago!

So when they encountered the ambush of the Eight Roads, the guns of the devils without exception were frozen and could not be fired normally, and the Eight Roads led by Yang Stick had much more winter combat experience than the little devils!

Everyone carries dried chili peppers in their pockets, this is still an old tradition left from the time of the Red Army, chili peppers are a necessity for the troops in winter, when there are many times, everyone has them in their pockets, and when there are few cooks, when they arrive to eat or march, they will boil a pot of water with chili peppers, and one person will divide the point, and the body will not be frostbitten if they drink it, and the guards are not frozen in the snow ambush, and their bodies are not frozen, relying on the dried chili peppers chewed in their mouths!

Then there was this gun, and the body of the gun was wrapped in spare leggings when marching, tightly wrapped from the muzzle to the bolt, and the gun was carried on its back when running, and when it was time to rest. Look at it. If you don't make a fire. They all threw their rifles into their padded suits and warmed them with their body heat, and the machine gunners also lifted their padded jackets and held the machine guns in their arms.

When in the snowdrift, the whole gun is hidden in a cotton suit, which is equivalent to wrapping the body of the gun, so how can the gun freeze?

At this point, the little devil suffers! Yang Bangzi saw that these devils had been beaten into bloody lumps, and ordered to clean up the battlefield to see if there were any who could breathe. The warriors slowly leaned down the hill with their guns in hand.

Many soldiers were looking through the corpses of the devils, from the big red stone to the front, the devils' marching formation was about less than 100 meters, the first few devils were stacked together, and the back was sparsely one or two meters one or two meters one or two.

Just when I was about to rummage through the devils stacked together, "Bang! A gunshot rang out, and a bullet flew out of the pile of corpses, grazing the top of a soldier's head, knocking the military hat away, and rubbing a layer of skin on the scalp!

The warrior was quick to react. As soon as the scalp is numb, he squats down. Pick up the rifle and shoot back, and the person immediately flipped to the side, and after lying down, he pulled the bolt and fired another shot! Two more shots were fired at the pile of corpses of the devil, hitting the snow and splashing two clouds of snow particles.

When Yang Bangzi heard the gunshot, he subconsciously shouted: "Don't shoot!" Catch it alive! At the same time, he glanced at several guards next to him, and several people crept around him from three sides!

At this time, the corpses were piled up, the stiff corpses of the two devils were turned aside, and a bloody figure sat up, still holding a pistol in his right hand, and the fingers were still moving on the trigger, but unfortunately no bullets came out.

Qing Shui didn't die, when the eight-way gun rang out, the two entourages beside him pounced on him and pressed him down, he struggled a few times and didn't get up, he was angry, cold and hungry and fainted all of a sudden, and when he woke up, everything was over, and the entourage's still open-eyed face was in front of his eyes, and the strong bloody breath almost smoked him unconscious.

When he wanted to push away the dead body on his body, he faintly heard the sound of talking, as soon as he heard it, it was Chinese, not far from him, Qing Shui poked his head, and saw an Eighth Route Army soldier holding a gun to his side, subconsciously the gun in his left hand was raised and fired a shot, but he didn't expect that the pistol that was stuck just now was successfully fired!

It was the blood of the dead retinue on his body that bleed out and thawed Shimizu's frozen pistol, but he forgot that his pistol had only fired a few shots when he broke through, and a total of three bullets were fired, and the magazine was empty, and Shimizu struggled to push the dead retinue away with his right hand, trying to sit up and take out the magazine on his waist.

I don't know if I lost it, or if I didn't bring a spare magazine, Qing Shui touched it a few times, but didn't touch the magazine, so he simply didn't touch it, struggling to get up, and before he got up, a few bayonets were aimed at him all around.

Yang Bangzi looked at this devil officer with a bloodstained face, and recognized it very clearly, this is the devil Dazuo who has been looking for him to fight each other, from the first time in Xiwangzhuang to look at each other from the telescope, to now, more than two years have passed, and they have fought several times, and they have not looked at each other so closely.

When this guy volunteered to be the prince's captive entourage, he and Yang Bangzi also drank at the same table, at that time Yang Bangzi realized that sooner or later he would have to fight to the death with this guy on the battlefield, Mr. Guo, his wife, the fifth son, etc. all died in the hands of this little devil, God opened his eyes, and today it finally fell into his own hands!

"Hahahaha!" Yang Bangzi looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, and the snow in the valley where he laughed was falling straight again, and Qing Shui also saw clearly the big black man standing not far in front of him, it was the one who threatened to kill himself sooner or later in Guojiabaozi, yes, Qing Shui remembered, his name was Yang Bangzi.

"You drip, Yang stick dripping work? I don't want to die, do you dare to fight me to the death? Qing Shui said coldly in half-baked Chinese.

Yang Bangzi heard it, stopped laughing, and also looked at this little devil coldly, and after a while, he shook his head, and several fighters slowly retreated a few meters away with rifles. "Okay, Lao Tzu will fulfill you today and let you be a decent ghost!"

Shimizu Daisa struggled to stand up, threw the gun in his hand, sorted out his military uniform, took out the compass, and went in the right direction, then knelt down and kowtowed three times in the northeast direction, and put his palms together and chanted words in his mouth.

This kung fu Yang stick took off his upper body military uniform, took off the coarse cloth shirt inside, and took the tendon meat of his bare shoulders, took the big knife handed over by the guard, looked at the blade, inserted the knife head into the snowdrift, rubbed it back and forth a few times, pulled it out and rubbed it on the trouser leg a few times, holding the knife sideways, the blade was facing forward, and the back of the knife was close to the thigh.

Hit three times with both palms, bowed and stood up, Qing Shui also took off his upper military uniform, put on a white shirt, slowly pulled out the saber, wiped the blade with the military uniform, stood up with a sword step, a line in front of the left leg and behind the right leg, the legs bowed slightly, the saber slowly raised above the head and slowly fell, holding the knife in the backhand, the tip of the knife stretched back obliquely to the right side.

The wind seemed to have stopped, and the snow flakes were much smaller, and the snowflakes that had rolled wildly in the middle of the night turned into small snow particles that fell quietly, and everyone stood solemnly, no one gasped loudly, and the whole valley seemed to freeze.

Shimizu did it first! The handle of the saber was handed forward, the left foot and the right foot stepped at the same time, and the moment he landed his foot, he flipped his backhand, and the tip of the knife drew an arc of light from the bottom up to pick up the Yang stick! Turning to the right side, turning his hands outward, the machete ran out of the right side to the left, shook in front of him, and pressed the devil's saber in a flat line!

At the moment when the two knives collided by a fraction of a centimeter, Qing Shui's body suddenly sank, the knife in his hand twisted, and his body also rotated, his right leg stretched forward, his left leg touched the ground, and his body rose in the air, the tip of the saber changed from a top to a flat stab, and the blade of the knife also rotated with the rotating body, like a drill avoiding the big knife that was blocked, and went straight into the throat of Yang Stick!

As soon as the waist is forced, the legs are tight, the whole body is pulled down flat like an iron plate, and the left hand releases the handle, and the big knife held in the right hand stands up, the blade is facing down, the back of the knife is facing up, the wrist is shaken, and the blade falls straight down!

With a bang, the two knives intersected, and the devil's saber was knocked down by the big knife that was cut down, and fell down, and Qing Shui rolled more than two steps to the right, and stood firmly in front of the saber, and Yang Stick retracted with one foot, twisted his waist, and also put away the knife and stood up, still holding the big knife back. (To be continued......)