Everyone present looked at Zhang Sixing with surprised eyes, one hundred and twenty meters could actually be thrown over, and the crisp sound made everyone exclaim in their hearts,

"Damn, it's really amazing, this can hit people."

In the distance, three grenades exploded together, bursting the shell casing, and then the fragments flew in the pile of devils.

"You guys are looking at what Lao Tzu is doing, why don't you look for cannonballs......"

While the people of the pistol battalion below were scrambling to find the shells, the "Kong Ming lantern" covered with black cloth in the sky shone brightly again. This time everyone was no longer surprised, because a large group of devils were touching the city wall.

This is not terrifying, what is even more terrifying is that more Type 92 infantry guns are pushed up from under the city walls.

As an ultra-light howitzer, this infantry gun has average performance but is characterized by extreme lightness. The advantage over mortars is that they can hit a low-elongation trajectory while taking into account the curved trajectory of the mortar.

"Boom"

The sound of artillery firing nearby made the hearts of all the people in the pistol battalion feel light.

If the enemy fires first, of course, there is a possibility of survival.

The shell exploded in the distance, and immediately attracted a loud roar,

"Why don't you know how to shoot, why did you go to grandma's house......"

The soldiers of the pistol battalion complained at the critical moment of their lives, especially when they watched the Japanese on the opposite side, pushing the same infantry guns, stopping the artillery.

As a veteran, anyone could have imagined that maybe in the next second, the Japanese would be able to blow up all the nearby slag with one shot, and more people would rummage through the shells in the underground shells while scolding.

"You can't shoot accurately, don't give the cannonball to Principal Zhang."

Others imitated Zhang Sixing, loading grenades into the shells of seventy-millimeter infantry guns and throwing them into the distance with slings.

However, this did not match the firepower of the opponent's Type 92 infantry guns, especially the enemy's shelling from a distance of seven or eight hundred meters, at most, it created some smoke, so that the devils could not see clearly.

While others were looking for shells, Zhang Sixing quickly took off the Japanese military uniforms from the corpses of the Japanese soldiers on the side. Then he stuffed his sleeve with a porcelain grenade.

"Found it, I found a cannonball......"

"Don't beat blindly, don't beat blindly, hurry up to Principal Zhang."

Several people shouted together, all thinking that Zhang Sixing was the only almighty warrior who could save their lives.

At this time, Zhang Sixing had already covered the torn military uniform at the muzzle of the gun, and there was even a rope tied along the muzzle.

Someone asked suspiciously,

"The muzzle of the gun is covered with several layers of cloth, so it won't blow up."

In this regard, Zhang Sixing, who took a dagger and poked a hole in the covered several layers of military clothing, took the cannonball at the same time, and dealt with it casually,

"As long as the fuse is not touched, there should be no problem......"

Looking at Zhang Sixing's so-so hole poked out with a dagger, the soldiers of the nearby pistol battalion shrank their stomachs one by one, and some even lay down on the ground and held their heads with their arms.

But when they looked at the grenade stuffed into the sleeve of the dress outside the muzzle, they knew that if they were really going to blow up, none of the people in the vicinity of the bore could escape.

Boom, the sound of artillery fire came from afar, and everyone stood silent, quietly waiting for God's judgment on themselves.

Only Zhang Sixing, as if he hadn't heard the sound of the shots, was still aiming seriously. Muzzle-mounted grenades are certainly helpful for increasing the lethality of artillery shells, but they certainly have an impact on the trajectory of artillery ballistics.

Of course, this thing will not be backed up by data, everything is based on experience.

Rumble...... There was an explosion behind him, it was a shell fired by the Japanese for the Type 92 infantry gun, which flew over and landed on the gate tower in the prayers of everyone.

It had been completely shattered to pieces in the previous days of fighting.

The people who were going out of the city through the gate hole screamed one by one, but the militia who stood outside shouted,

"Don't run around, to the south, to the south, the bosses have opened the way for us to live......"

The people of China are the best to manage, especially at this time, when the general master takes them to break through together, the people are always willing to obey orders.

And the person who stands on the opposite side of the people at the time of the great calamity, no matter how high-sounding he is, is just a fool.

Water can carry a boat and capsize a boat, and those who run to the island should really write a hundred times, a hundred times.

No matter what other soldiers looked at or thought, when Zhang Sixing heard the screams of the people at the city gate, he was already in flames.

"Little Japanese devil, Lao Tzu said that you are an eighteen-generation ancestor."

Then the firing rope of the Type 92 artillery gun was pulled, and the gun body trembled and spit out exhaust gases with heavy gunpowder smoke. In the distance, where the Japanese had erected the 92nd infantry gun, a violent explosion was heard.

An artillery shell exploded, igniting a grenade carried in a torn military jacket that had taken off, resulting in a large explosion that led to a series of small explosions.

Just when the Japanese were in chaos, Zhang Sixing, who was in a hurry, took out ostrich boots and put them on his feet, and then pulled out his long knife and assembled it in a few clicks.

The subordinates who were accustomed to watching Zhang Sixing's actions, seeing his behavior, also quickly equipped themselves one by one.

"Sir, I found another cannonball......"

I had never seen Zhang Sixing dressed up like this, and the soldiers of the pistol battalion were still looking for shells all over the ground. The hard work paid off, and someone handed over a cannonball.

Without saying a word, after Zhang Sixing opened fire, a loud voice pierced through the darkness,

"Turn off the lights for Lao Tzu, everyone has it, ...... with Lao Tzu"

With an angry roar, Zhang Sixing rushed out in a state of some confusion just now.

"That's ...... That's the Demon King of the Four Elements......"

The Japanese soldiers shouted, and for the first time, they saw the full picture of the "werewolf" in the light. Especially when that werewolf flew across a space of seventy meters at a speed several times faster than a human, something even weirder happened.

The Kong Ming lantern, which had been silently sprinkling light in the sky, suddenly went out again, and the Japanese who had been holding up their guns to aim at the darkness that was rushing towards them were stunned.

Don't think that someone has put a black lampshade on the "Kong Ming Lantern", because in the legend of the "Four Elements Demon King", this product is blessed by the Chinese gods.

But soon they understood,

"Wear a gas mask, wear a gas mask quickly......"

It's not to reduce the intelligence of the Japanese, but when you see Zhang Sixing and his men, the correct way is to wear a gas mask first.

Because of the pepper eggs, they didn't even have a chance to fight with bayonets, they would only be slaughtered in vain.

In the moment when the Japanese soldiers were scrambling to put on gas masks, ten figures pounced into the pile of Japanese soldiers like ten mutated wolves.

Three-meter-long knives lay across their waists and spun rapidly as they galloped.

The horizontal blade was so fast that it even let out a sharp, low, brutal howl.

At this time, the broken Japanese soldiers made the most correct choice - to run.

Fighting bayonets, their one-meter-eight rifles, are certainly no match for three-meter-long knives. Especially when the armor on the opponent's body, when the bayonet can't pierce it at all, there is only one word that can be used to describe it if it doesn't run - SB.