After receiving the order, the Central Army, the Jinsui Army, and the Eighth Route Army sent troops to respond, and the nearby Japanese puppet troops started a confrontation, and the sky over North China was lit red by the fire on the ground, and this melee soon entered a white-hot state, and the enemy and our armies were all immersed in the passion of war, and the fight was inseparable for a while......

What Chairman Chiang did not expect was that this "battle" commanded by him by himself and remotely actually made some name for itself. Although the division is unknown, it has also caused a lot of impact in North China. After careful calculation, from the time he issued the battle order to the present, this melee around North China has lasted for nearly three hours. It is worth mentioning that the various units of the enemy's North China Front did not shy away from this, and almost all the Japanese troops who were attacked and harassed by our troops participated in the counterattack. Looking at the huge military topographic map in front of him, Chairman Chiang had a smug smile on his face, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart: It seems that the veteran Japanese commander Okamura Ninji has been on the bar with him. It is not so much a struggle between the national army and the Japanese army in North China, but a personal game between himself and Okamura Ninji!

It is not difficult to see from the situation of friend and foe marked on the map that while the entire northern part of China is in chaos, the neighboring provinces have also suffered greater or less...... According to the latest intelligence, the 115th Division of the Eighth Route Army in Shandong and the 120th Division of the Eighth Route Army in the Jizhong Plain were also engaged in the battle one after another, mainly cooperating with the main forces of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army to implement the strategy of encirclement and reinforcement. At the same time, the First Theater of the National Army stationed in Jiaozuo, Henan, and the Fifth Theater of the National Army, stationed on the front line of Laohekou, Hubei, also threw themselves into this melee. At first, the commanders of the theater, Wei Lihuang and Li Zongren, both felt a little inexplicable and strange about this sudden battle. They were thinking in their hearts, what had happened in North China? Do the Chongqing Military and Political Affairs Department and Chairman Chiang know about this? Where did he, Chief Yan, have the courage to take the initiative to launch such a large-scale battle without receiving a written order from the Chongqing Military and Political Department? Are those guys in WWII crazy......

Li Zongren and Wei Lihuang even called Yan Xishan's office at one point, asking him what was going on there? Why is the sky over North China burned red like a fire?

Yan Xishan replied very simply, North China had fallen into a sea of fire, and the friendly and neighboring troops of the neighboring provinces had also entered the battle and cooperated in the battle. It is hoped that colleagues in all theaters will judge the hour and size up the situation, strike in a timely manner, and strive to achieve relatively satisfactory results in this vast operational area.

The battle was fought until dawn, and even the bandits who gathered in the mountains and forests, made a living by blocking the road, kidnapping tickets, and robbing houses. According to local annals, almost all the bandit leaders and minions in Shanxi participated in the battle that night. It is worth mentioning that even the Qinglongzhai that had been dormant on the border of Shanxi and attempted to rob the independent regiment did not know why, and it fell into this melee for no apparent reason. Tian Yuqing, the bandit leader who was missing a little brother, was a veritable mallet, and he also self-righteously thought that the national army under Yan Laoxi was going to wipe out all the devils in Shanxi, thinking that the War of Resistance would be won in a few days, and he had to take this opportunity to get a piece of the pie, and get more weapons, ammunition, food, clothing and other supplies, how many people in the cottage were waiting for the two of them to make a living. As the master of a village, Tian Yuqing, who is good at calculation, will naturally not let go of this God-given opportunity......

After the fall of Luye last year, the 89th Regiment of the Central Army, under the command of the regiment commander Tie Haichuan, conquered a relatively small county town——— Anderao County, and established a temporary headquarters here. After receiving the order of the Commander's Department of the Second War Zone, Tie Haichuan immediately arranged a combat mission, and a battalion under the command of the 89th Regiment ambushed the Japanese reinforcements on the train in the southern section of the Zhengtai Line; The 2nd Battalion was responsible for blocking the 15th Infantry Brigade of the 4th Brigade of the Japanese Army, which planned to pass near the Guandi Temple in Beicheng; The 3rd Battalion had to make a detour to the Dongji stronghold and attack the 1st Garrison Regiment under the 1st Detachment of the Imperial Allied Army stationed there, striving to end the battle within three hours.

The 3rd Battalion of the Independent Regiment, which had successfully broken through to the vicinity of Licheng, also marched in the direction of Beijiapo overnight, planning to arrive at about 9 o'clock in the morning. Political commissar Liu Ping led the soldiers of the whole battalion to scold the street while hurrying, almost using all the words he had learned and heard in his life, and scolded for more than half an hour, and was stunned to greet all the female elders on Yang Longfei's ancestors, and Cao Guang, the commander of the third battalion, couldn't help but laugh when he heard it, covering his mouth and laughing. Only then did he realize that the political commissar's mouth was dirty enough, and it was even worse than the regiment commander.

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While a series of battles were in full swing around the outer line of Beijiapo, the leading forces that had invisibly started the melee exchanged fire again after a night's rest. First, the opposing Japanese army threw a few * into the fortifications of the 1st Battalion of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, which directly caused 17 soldiers to be wounded and 21 soldiers to be killed.

When ammunition is on the verge of running out, everyone on both sides, from officers to soldiers, has a scale in their hearts. At present, how much ammunition is left in the troops, and how long it can last is a matter of numbers.

Xie Dacheng, the commander of the first battalion, operated a Czech light machine gun, his index finger hooked into the retainer under the receiver, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the position while still stingily pulling the trigger. * There were less than 20 bullets left, but he was stunned for about five minutes before all of them were gone.

Xie Dacheng seemed to be intent on competing with the noisy gunfire, and he shouted angrily while calling the name of the ammunition man: "He Baichuan, He Baichuan, you kid stuff donkey hair in your ears?" Go and ask Lao Tzu, is there any surplus of bullets? Can you still pick out some and give Lao Tzu me an emergency here? ”

He Baichuan, the ammunition handman, also responded with a hiss: "No, battalion commander, you just hit the last shuttle!" Now even if the whole battalion is turned upside down, I can't find a single rifle bullet of point 31 caliber! Battalion commander, think of a way for yourself......"

After hearing this, Xie Dacheng had no choice but to remove the Czech machine gun that was mounted outside the fortifications. In the process of removing it, he found that the barrel of the machine gun had been beaten red, Xie Dacheng rolled his eyelids and roughly calculated that his face suddenly changed color, and he muttered in his heart: My God, this machine gun has fired more than 300 bullets from the beginning of the battle to the present! And during this time, he forgot all about replacing the barrel of the machine gun. If you are unlucky, the bullets fired after the barrel is red are likely to hurt yourself, and even the soldiers who are closer to you.

Xie Dacheng held the machine gun in his arms, his lips slightly open and blew cool air on the red barrel while shouting: "He Baichuan, see if there are any good Czech machine gun barrels?" The heatsink is also made! Do you rummage through it and look for it? I forgot to change the barrel of the gun, and nine times out of ten it looks like it's useless......"

He Baichuan squatted on the ground and rummaged through his "treasure chest", which was full of miscellaneous metal parts, but after looking for a long time, he couldn't find a spare barrel that matched the Czech light machine gun, but he found a few matching radiators, and I didn't know if it could be used. He Baichuan gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, forget it, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor! Thinking of this, he grabbed the only few heat sinks in the package, grabbed them in the palm of his hand, and rushed to Xie Dacheng's location.

Seeing that the original red barrel was slowly returning to its original color, Xie Dacheng's anxious face gradually turned calm. Just as he gently placed the machine gun on the ground and was ready to continue the battle, the Japanese artillery fire rang out again......

A 60 mm caliber * fell directly to a position less than ten meters away from Xie Dacheng. While the huge waves set off after the shells landed swept Xie Dacheng's whole person into the air, the shrapnel splashed mercilessly crashed into Xie Dacheng's body. When he landed, he was covered in blood and out of breath.

He Baichuan, who was rushing here, witnessed the whole process before and after Xie Dacheng was hit by the shell, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed it fiercely in the direction of the bullet impact point, wanting to use this to curb the occurrence of this tragic situation, but he couldn't do anything. Not only that, but the air wave from the cannonballs also lifted him upside down, if it weren't for the distance between him and the landing place of the cannonballs, I am afraid that he would not be able to escape the same fate as Battalion Commander Xie.

After the last round of shelling by the devils, He Baichuan, who gradually regained consciousness, shivered coldly, he found that his ears seemed to have been affected and destroyed by manpower, whether it was the roar of his comrades or the bombardment of guns, he couldn't hear it...... What a cruel and painful thing it would be for a warrior to lose his hearing! He Baichuan desperately hit his deaf ears, hoping to let himself hear a half-sound, but to no avail. He glared at his surroundings with swollen red eyes, picked up his weapon from the ground, limped to the fortifications, and quickly blended into the "silent" battle. There were only three rounds left in his pocket, and counting the one that was pressed inside, it was exactly four. This also means that the rifle in his hand will lose its practical meaning, and once a white-knuckle battle breaks out between the two sides, the dumb rifle in his hand may not be as useful as a burning stick.

Yang Longfei and Zhang Shan also learned about Xie Dacheng's sacrifice after the battle, and the two of them are now busy directing the battle. At this moment, not only them, but all the soldiers who still had the breath also participated in the battle, and although the Japanese army's ammunition reserves were also facing depletion, they were not stingy in shooting at the enemy. There were many first-class marksmen in the Japanese army who had good psychological qualities, and they were sure of every time they pulled the trigger, and they would never shoot easily if they could not guarantee a single hit.

Two of the Heavy were some of the best of the Japanese soldiers, and if you look closely at their movements, they use almost all of their shots in bursts, rather than bursts, and are able to accurately limit the number of rounds fired to three or four rounds per pull of the trigger.

Take one of the machine gunners who operated the Type 96 light machine gun, and the firearm in his hand, which was commonly known as the "crutch" machine gun by Chinese soldiers, was definitely an outlier in firearms at that time. Because it is not difficult to see from the appearance that the crutch is almost a copy of the Czech machine gun; If you look closely, you will find that the design concept of the curved detachable box magazine mounted above the gun body was actually taken from the British Bren light machine gun; If you study further, you will find that the shooting principle and internal structure of the "Crooked Handle" machine gun have once again returned to the original design style of the "Crooked Handle" machine gun; What's even more interesting is that the front end of this machine gun can be equipped with a bayonet like a Type 38 rifle, which also contributes to the fact that in future hand-to-hand combat, this type of machine gun can be used to assassinate without bullets.

The Heavy had two matching spare barrels next to him, and whenever the barrel became hot from the overloading of ammunition, he would immediately take a towel out of his pocket, wrap it around the hot barrel, quickly remove it, and put the spare barrel back on to return to firing. The whole set of actions only takes a few seconds, and it will never drag the mud and water. Not only that, but he himself will adjust the crosshair scale and wind direction correction of the machine gun in time according to his own shooting needs. It is worth mentioning that he also installed a 2.5x magnification large scope with a 10-degree angle of view on the right side of the gun body, which allows him to observe the movement and position of the opposing eight-way soldiers at close range through the scope, so as to improve his shooting accuracy and hit rate.

The other Japanese soldier who operated a crooked machine gun was even better than the one above in terms of shooting skills and combat experience. He first held the pistol with his left hand* close to his cheek, and held the handle of the gun with his right hand while leaving an index finger to pull the trigger.

It is important to know that the Crooked Handle Machine Gun is not fed in a way that the Type 96 machine gun uses a plate of five rounds at a time, instead of a set of 30 rounds*, and a funnel magazine located on the left side of the gun can hold up to six of these plates. As a result, although the number of rounds supplied to the Crooked Handle is the same as that of other machine guns, the method and steps of feeding are much more cumbersome and cumbersome, and this experienced machine gunner has his own style of feeding. In the process of firing, he will first use the method of bursting to reduce the consumption of bullets, then pause the shooting after fifteen rounds of ammunition, and then the co-shooter will take out the three empty plates in the magazine, and then press the new plates into the magazine to resume firing, the whole process takes no more than 10 seconds. The synergy between the main and secondary shooters is breathtaking, and it would have been difficult to do without a long period of training and cooperation.

The battle lasted less than 20 minutes, and more than 40 soldiers of the Eighth Route Army fell under the guns of these two main machine gun shooters, and new casualties continued to increase, and the first battalion of the independent regiment was clearly at a disadvantage......

When You Degui, the old squad leader of the second company of the first battalion, pressed a bullet into the chamber of his gun, he unexpectedly found that half of a white flower butt petal appeared in his afterglow. After looking at it, not only was he dumbfounded, but the owner of the half of the butt flap was actually a little warrior named Xiwa under him.

"Ahem, I said, which play is this by your kid? You have to show half of your belly when you fight, are you a disgusting devil or a disgusting old man? Hurry up, put your pants on, we don't like this in the second shift. Besides, your kid's job is for giving birth to children, not for embarrassing little devils, don't get confused, listen to me, pull your pants up, hear without you? ”

"Squad leader, I didn't take it off, just now a devil's shell fell next to me, and the exploding soil almost buried me alive. When I got up, I didn't know what was going on with the pants, they were like a kite with a broken string, and I couldn't lift them. If it weren't for this, who would want to show their eyes? Xiwa said aggrievedly.

"Ghost cub, look at your ghostly appearance, a kite with a broken string? You're a button that's broken. If I didn't look at it, what kind of devil soldier did you get your pants from, right? Did I say yes? How many times have I told you all about it, ghost cub? His devil's pants are not a good thing, you just don't believe it, it's not that the pants of our Eighth Route Army are dusty, and they are not comfortable to wear. Well, it's comfortable, so comfortable that you can't even lift your pants, and you just collapse the strings. ”

"This, you don't blame me, this dead man takes off the clothes of the living, this has always been the truth. Besides, it's not our own people's clothes, since he is a devil, he still has to wear clothes? It's good to walk bare-striped. Old squad leader, you can do well, think of a way, can you find a hemp rope from somewhere to tie my pants, I can't keep showing like this......"

"Okay, okay, when the gunfire stops in a while, I'll touch the front and help you take a look." If you really can't do it, I'll pick up a pair of pants from the devil and give it to you, let's wear it alive, it's not certain if we can get out alive this time...... Hey, you ghost cub, what's the deal with these shoes on your feet? So many blood holes have been grinded out? Come on, come on, I'll get you a new pair of shoes by the way when I'm looking for pants later, don't you say, the devil's breeches are not good, the shoes are not bad, either leather shoes or rubber soles, it's much more comfortable to wear than your mille-feuille bottom......"

As time went on, the sound of gunfire over our positions became more and more sparse, not because soldiers on both sides were picking at the door or saving ammunition, but because they were really exhausted. After some counting, there were about 100 surviving fighters in the first battalion, and the remaining ammunition was even more pitiful, less than 20 rounds. According to this ratio, even if the bullet is crumpled and divided into five parts, it is not enough to equip all the fighters. Yang Long Fei broke the jar and broke it, and said in his heart Fuck it, no matter how much this bullet is covered, it can't give birth to a small one, and if you run out, you will have no worries! Seeing that the final pass is approaching, it is only a matter of time before you fight bayonets, so why the so much?

In contrast, the situation of the Japanese army was much better. Although there were less than 70 of their men left, they had only lost less than 40 in the battle just now, and the casualties of the battalion on the opposite side were several times that of the Japanese army. In addition to objective factors such as physical exertion, whether there is enough energy, and whether there will be sufficient ammunition, there are also subjective factors such as individual combat ability, proficiency in the use of weapons, and combat experience in positional warfare. For the Independent Regiment, objective factors are not so much a good medicine to comfort themselves as an excuse to deceive themselves. The soldiers on both sides were convinced that the final outcome of the battle would be changed only by the formation of subjective factors, and not by the formation of objective factors. The people who died in this battle were not so much misfortune as they were not good at learning and not good at their craft. And those who can survive naturally needless to say, they must be elite members of the ranks of the two armies.

According to statistics, the Japanese army still had more than 200 ammunition left, and there was a surplus of two rounds per person, which was a world of difference compared with Yang Longfei's troops on the opposite side.

After the gunfire completely subsided, the two sides immediately entered a final state of recuperation. No one knows how long the break will be, but it will at least leave me a little time to catch my breath. This is a great favor for the soldiers on both sides. But even so, there are still many soldiers in the positions on both sides who will take this opportunity to poke their heads out of the fortifications, and there are two reasons for this, one is to prevent the enemy from sneaking up, and the other is to have a fluke mentality to observe the opponent's movements, if there are really so many people who do not want to die, just send them off with the few bullets in their hands.

What the Japanese soldiers didn't expect was that there was really a "don't die" in the team of the first eight roads. After some reconnaissance, it was found that a "Lao Balu" who was not tall and even a little hunchback suddenly jumped out of the fortifications, and then lay on the ground and crawled forward in the direction of the Japanese position, and the whole person was like a thick python winding and crawling on the ground. One of the Japanese soldiers was about to raise his gun to shoot after discovering the whereabouts of this "old Eighth Road", but was stopped by a devil, Cao Chang. He lowered the muzzle of the gun and ordered, "Don't shoot yet, see what this Eight Roads want to do......"

The old squad leader's movements soon revealed his purpose in jumping out of the fortifications without authorization, and he first crawled in front of several Japanese corpses and groped inside and out, as if he was looking for something. After a while, almost all the cigarettes, ammunition,*, magazines, and other things that could be taken away from the corpses of the Japanese soldiers went into the pocket of the old squad leader. After flipping through the widgets, the old man officially entered the topic. He first stripped off the leather shoes on the feet of the two Japanese corpses, and muttered from time to time: "Xiwa, this ghost cub, is really a big ghost, not a big person, but the feet are not small, like a bear's paw, why is this a ......?"

When he got his shoes, he fastened them together with laces. In the middle part is a rope made of two shoelaces, and a pair of leather shoes are tied on each side of the rope. The old squad leader hooked the middle of the rope with his middle finger, tentatively weighed the weight of the two pairs of leather shoes, and then couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Melon cowardly, how could you think that the weight of these two pairs of leather shoes is not light." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he focused his gaze on the pants of one of the nearest ghost soldiers. Then he crawled over and turned over the corpse, and the whole person quickly unbuttoned the Japanese breeches in a half-squatting and half-kneeling posture, and still muttered endlessly: "I'll just say, what's so good about the devil's breeches?" The crotch is so big and wide, and the legs are so tight, we are not cavalry, and we don't wear military boots, what are we doing? Wear the ...... of five people and six people"

Soon, the nondescript breeches were forcibly ripped off the Japanese soldier's body by the old squad leader, an action that seemed to the Chinese soldiers behind him to be relieved. There are even many soldiers who think that the old man is still more merciful to his subordinates in doing this, and it is not too much to tear off the diaper-like pants worn by the little devil inside. It's rare to have a chance to humiliate the little devil, don't do it for nothing!

However, this scene was regarded as a great shame in the eyes of the Japanese, and they would not admit the saying of the Eighth Route soldiers that "the living wear it and the dead take it off". Their soldiers have always believed that in this world, only Japanese soldiers have the right to insult the soldiers of other countries, and the soldiers of other countries are not qualified to insult Japanese soldiers. This is true regardless of whether the other side is an American, a British, or a Chinese person. And now it happens that someone is insulting the remains of Japanese soldiers in front of many Japanese soldiers, which in their opinion is simply unforgivable. Therefore, this old Eighth Road, which violated the so-called "bottom line" of the Japanese army, must die!

Regarding the anger of the Japanese army and the plan to kill him, the old squad leader had been prepared before jumping out of the fortifications. But he didn't care much about it now, he was busy folding the pants that had just been ripped from the enemy into several stacks, and then quickly left with them in his armpits. At present, it has been nearly 10 minutes since the ceasefire between the two sides, and if it is delayed any longer, this central combat area between the positions of the two sides will soon become a shooting range for the positions of the two armies again, and his old bone will naturally become the target of the Japanese soldiers. I have to take advantage of this gap to leave this "land of right and wrong" as soon as possible......

Before leaving, the old squad leader swept the corpses of several nearby Japanese soldiers with his spare eyes, and he suddenly found that one of the ghost soldiers had a bag bulging in his chest pocket, as if he was stuffed with something fuller. Could it be a cigarette? If this is the case, just take it back and smoke it for the regiment commander, and the regiment commander's cigarette will be interrupted for a while.

When he opened the other party's pocket, he realized, where the is this cigarette? It's clearly a melon with strings hanging on it*! Anyway, this thing is also a guy, and if it really wants to be blown up, it will be much stronger than the border area produced by the arsenal. Gotcha, now that you have it, take it, it's more or less useful!

As everyone knows, just as he was about to return to the fortifications, the guns of the Japanese soldiers were already silently aimed at his back...... Finally, when he retreated to a position less than fifty meters away from the position of the first battalion, the sound of gunfire like beans rang out as if it had been discussed in advance...... "Horn!" Trumpet! A total of five bullets ...... the old squad leader hit the body, one of which hit the shoulder and the other four in the lower back and calf. It seems that this was done on the part of the Japanese army on purpose, and they did not intend to hit the opponent's vital point. Otherwise, at such a short distance, those Japanese soldiers nested in the fortifications would have long ago beaten the flesh of the old squad leader into a sieve.

How could the Japanese ensign, who had half his head peeking out of the fortifications, let go of this heavenly opportunity? I saw that after stretching out his knife-like palm, he slammed forward and said, "Quick, rush over and capture that Shina soldier alive, and the rest of the people will cover with fire!" ”

After falling to the ground, the old squad leader quickly fell into a brief state of shock due to the massive blood loss caused by the bullet, and when he woke up from his hazy consciousness, he found that the soldiers on both sides had reopened the fire. Although the gunfire was sparse, it was clear that this was the final battle. The old squad leader's heart is like a mirror, if the remaining ammunition is also exhausted, the two sides can only use cold weapons to carry out the final decisive battle......

The sparse gunshots came and went, and only the wounded old squad leader endured the severe pain on his body and crawled alone in the rain of bullets. The three soldiers in our position rushed out of the fortifications one after another to carry out the rescue, but to no avail, and almost all three of them ran into the guns fired by the Japanese soldiers not long after jumping out of the fortifications. On the contrary, the Japanese army was making good progress in this regard. The Japanese second lieutenant sent seven Japanese soldiers at one time, and it seemed that he was determined to capture alive the old Balu who was shot and wounded.

The two Japanese machine gunners were also staring at the fire concentration point of the 8th Route on the opposite side, and carried out strong fire suppression on its position, trying to cover the seven Japanese infantry in the combat zone and successfully capture the wounded 8th Route prisoner of war......

Scorching tongues of fire erupted from the muzzles of the black holes, kicking up layers of mud and dust in the fortifications of the Eighth Route Army, among which Yang Longfei and Zhang Shan were located at the concentration of Japanese firepower. For some reason, the devils on the opposite side, whether they were machine guns or rifles, all greeted the two of them at their location, and for a while, the oncoming bullets really pressed the two of them to raise their heads. Even if you adjust the firing position, the muzzle of the devil's gun is like having eyes, even if you change the firing position, but before you can fire two shots, you will immediately be targeted by the opponent again, and then there will be another sudden attack, and finally you will be stained by the mud splashed by the bullets......

Five minutes later, the muzzles of the 1st battalion were completely muted, and the last twenty rounds counted during the intermediate break had all been exhausted. At this time, except for the white-knuckle battle, I am afraid that there is no other battle for Yang Longfei and the others to choose. The soldiers of the whole regiment leaned on their sides in the tunnel, sharpening their swords and guns, and preparing for hand-to-hand combat. Whoever has a bayonet puts a bayonet on his rifle; If he has a broadsword, he simply throws away the firearm in his hand and takes the broadsword instead; Sticks, stones, branches, and even steel helmets captured from the enemy were now used as weapons to fight the enemy. At this juncture, no matter how much you say, it's nonsense, so do it! It's one thing to be able to kill a devil, and it's not a loss to fight this one! Fuck it!

On the eve of the white-knuckle battle, the old squad leader was still trying his best to crawl to his position, and the noisy pacing sound from the back of his head was getting closer and closer. Although he didn't say it, he knew in his heart that he couldn't go back no matter what, but what should he do with these things that he exchanged his life for? The breeches and leather shoes I got for Xiwa, the cigarettes I prepared for the regiment commander, and those ammunition magazines can't be returned to the Japanese, right? So what's the point of risking your own life?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind like a flash of lightning...... The old squad leader quickly placed the seized parts in place, from breeches and shoes to cigarettes and ammunition, as miscellaneous items, and put his already tattered military hat on it. Finally, he inserted his hands into the right pocket of his military uniform, and there was a sound of what appeared to be metal grinding. No one knew what he wanted to do......

Seven Japanese soldiers took advantage of this opportunity to rush to the top and quickly took control of the old squad leader's body, making him unable to move. Several young Japanese soldiers seemed intent on humiliating this "old Eighth Road" who dared to provoke the might of the Japanese army, and after a sneer, the two Japanese soldiers suddenly grabbed the two wounded legs of the old squad leader and dragged them to their position. At this time, the Eighth Route Army was running out of ammunition and food, and the Japanese soldiers relied on their absolute superiority, so they had nothing to fear. Along the way, seven Japanese soldiers pushed and shoved, laughed wildly, and even punched and kicked the old squad leader's body in retaliation.

Despite this, the old squad leader's eyes still did not leave the pile of debris covered by his hat, and calculated the distance between himself and the debris in his heart: ten, fifteen, twenty, thirty meters...... Fifty meters!

At this critical moment, the old squad leader's right hand was suddenly pulled out of his pocket, and several Japanese soldiers who followed behind couldn't help but be stunned...... They clearly saw that this "dirt eight road" was holding a ninety-seven type* that had been opened from insurance!

Seeing this, the Japanese soldiers hurriedly fled in all directions, but it was too late. Almost at the same time, the old squad leader tried his last strength to slam the * in his hand to the ground......