A thin moon, faintly glowing with cold light, gusts of night wind, wrapped in thick blood, drifted over the corpses of the villagers under the trees, occasionally turning the corners of blood-soaked clothes, blowing into the darkness.

The devil army Cao and his men finally arrived outside the gate.

As soon as the platoon commander of the puppet army hiding under the dim courtyard wall saw that the main backbone was coming, he hurriedly introduced the situation to Jun Cao: "Two people, it must be the eighth road." A short gun and a long gun, the short gun seemed to run out of bullets, and the long gun fired a shot. ”

Jun Cao also knew some Chinese, basically understood, and nodded. Originally, he just went to this poor place to collect some food, but he blocked the two Eighth Route Army. The whole brigade has been wandering around for so long, and the results are very unsatisfactory, in the eyes of the devils, the Eighth Route Army has become a cherished animal, if it can be captured alive, this battle achievement will be great.

Looking at the puppet soldiers huddled around the courtyard wall, Jun Cao pursed his lips, these wastes can also be used to search for food and surround the courtyard, and he doesn't dare to count on it when he really does it. Jun Cao crouched down and moved to the gate, looking through the gap between the doorway and the door frame, the courtyard was not large, the dark door was open, although nothing could be seen, but the spear must be facing the gate.

Jun Cao retracted his head and thought about it for a while, if he wants to die, it is very simple, a grenade can solve it, and if he wants to live, he has to go through some trouble, at least let him empty the gun. After making up his mind, he pulled over a puppet soldier beside him, stretched out his hand and pointed to the other side outside the gate, and said in stiff Chinese: "Over!"

When the puppet army heard this, he trembled with fright, but he didn't dare to disobey the imperial army, nodded in fear, gritted his teeth, and jumped over.

Smack-

The gunfire rang out as promised, and a bullet screamed out of the dark door, flew through the courtyard and over the gate, narrowly swept behind the panicked puppet army, and embedded in the earthen wall outside the gate.

In the dark, Hu Yi quickly pulled the bolt of the gun, pushed the next bullet into the chamber, flattened the rifle again, and quietly turned it into a statue.

Another figure flashed out of the door.

Smack - Hu Yi pulled the trigger without hesitation, and by feeling, this shot did not hit.

But Hu Yi also understood that this was leading me to shoot and wait for me to empty my chamber. Okay! Lao Tzu told you to wait. After pulling the bolt again, Hu Yi reached out and pulled a shell gun out of his satchel, opened the bolt, pinned it behind his waist, and then flattened the rifle again.

The third figure flew past the gate, but no gunshots were heard, and then the fourth ran as well, but Hu Yi still didn't shoot.

This devil is also an experienced man, and now there is no shooting in the house, so he pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and after the sound of the bolt pulling, there seemed to be no other sound. It shouldn't be loaded, and there are two bullets left, since you don't think it's easy to hit moving targets, then I'll give you a fixed one. With a raised hand, he took off his steel helmet, put it on his bayonet, and slowly rose up from behind the courtyard wall by the gate.

A black shadow appeared on the wall little by little, and was immediately noticed by Hu Yi, and the muzzle of the gun swung slightly, pointing at the target. The black shadow gradually expanded in the crosshairs, and when it expanded to a range of enough hits, Hu Yi did not hesitate to pull the trigger again.

Smack-bell-boom-

The steel helmet was directly smashed to the ground by the bullet, making a clear crisp sound. Jun Cao picked up the steel helmet and looked at it in the moonlight, and there was a bullet hole in the middle. The marksmanship of these eight roads is not bad, and now this trick is also worn by the gang, and it is estimated that the steel helmet will not be effective. The lives of the imperial army are precious, Jun Cao doesn't want his men to make any mistakes, since you have one bullet left, then let's fight, I will give you a target, suddenly raised his foot, and kicked a puppet army standing against the wall next to him to the gate.

"Ahh

Smack-

A bullet then pierced the unfortunate man's chest, causing him to lose his breath for a moment, and slid limply down the doorframe.

Jun Cao waved his hand forward firmly, and more than a dozen devils behind him immediately picked up their guns and followed Jun Cao into the gate with a hurry.

Woo Woo ......

The sound of barge gunfire suddenly resounded through the night sky, resounded through the courtyard, and resounded throughout the house, urgent and with a steady rhythm, one after another muzzle flames, forming a continuous flash again and again in the dark house, forming frame after frame of miserable white indoor pictures, weird and gorgeous. In the dazzling glare again and again, the majestic back of the kneeling squatting was shaken again and again, the darker and deeper, and the black pupils that were filled with Su Qing's tears over and over again hit Su Qing's blank heart over and over again. The shock of the continuous explosion at the muzzle of the gun swelled through the room over and over again, echoing over and over again. made Su Qing mistakenly think that it was not the sound of gunfire, but the violent roar of the beast......

It seemed that after a long, long time, the gunfire finally stopped, and the puppet platoon commander who was sitting outside the courtyard wall by the gate finally numbly let go of the hands covering his ears, opened his surprised eyes, and kicked the puppet army arched under his buttocks: "It's not you who hit, you're afraid of a fart!

The puppet soldiers under the dim wall straightened their backs again. The platoon commander of the puppet army wanted to lie on the crack of the door to see the situation in the yard, but he hesitated and couldn't make up his mind, so he pricked up his ears first and listened carefully.

Click-click-click-click-click-click-click

Whew-whe

The sound of gunfire frightened the puppet platoon commander for a moment, and then the wheezing disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the sound of Xi Xi Suo, which seemed to be in the gate, getting closer and closer to the door, which made the puppet army platoon commander also nervous, and hurriedly picked up his pistol and aimed at the gate beside him.

Under the cold moonlight, a hand stuck to the ground and stretched out from the door, squeezing at the ground, trembling and pulling the body behind him, grinding the ground with a rustle, and a head with a steel helmet finally stuck to the ground with difficulty, slowly peeking out of the gate.

Pop—the sound of gunfire rang out from inside the house again, and the squirming body stopped at the doorway, and fell silent.

The puppet soldiers outside the courtyard wall stared at each other, and their hearts were furious. The platoon commander of the puppet army stared at the corpse of the devil at the gate for a while, and finally figured out the situation. Good guys, the invincible imperial army has all returned to the west? Lao Tzu is not dreaming? These dozen or so goods died too happily. There are two eight roads in total, it's a very simple thing, and it's not easy to let you make a tomb!

The platoon commander of the puppet army was secretly sighing in his heart, but he was pulled by the puppet army behind him.

"Platoon commander, imperial army, like, it's over?"

Hehe, the platoon commander of the puppet army suddenly smiled: "A group of people who lack hearts and eyes, it's over! It's better when it's over! Damn, this credit is completely ours." ”

"What?" the puppet army was taken aback by the platoon commander's words: "Do you want to rush?"

The platoon commander of the puppet army gave the puppet army a big neck: "Rush a fart! Catch a turtle in an urn, do you still need to use your hands?"

After saying this, the platoon commander of the puppet army patted his ass and stood up, ordered left and right, looked closely around the yard, and then cleared his throat: "Cough - the people in the house listen! You are surrounded! I advise you to obediently throw your guns out and surrender, we can discuss everything." Otherwise, don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite, and burn you to ashes!"

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