"Pitching grenades, pitching grenades, don't stop ......"

The platoon commander in command of the small boat was Xue Xishan's uncle and brother named Xue Dongling. He held a four-meter boat fence in his hand with an iron hook in front of him.

While hooking it to the side of the boat, he shouted at the people of the other boats.

"Boom ......"

The porcelain grenade exploded on the deck of the gunboat, ensuring that no one would be able to approach it for a while. The rest of the ships approached the Japanese gunboats in turn.

Like the ship in front of it that was about to suffer tear gas, the sailors on the ship simply lowered the anchor in order not to run aground. At this time, the gunboat had already followed the current and stopped on the vast river.

As his subordinates kept throwing grenades, Xue Dongling dragged the pole of the boat penny and climbed a tree with his legs, stretching and shrinking his body like a greedy caterpillar.

Seeing that the platoon commander took the lead, the captains of several other small boats were not to be outdone, throwing out hooks connected to ropes one by one, or simply holding on to the hull to take a ladder.

When they reached the side of the ship, all the soldiers stopped using their grenades and stared at Xue Dongling. With the last burst of fire, he had already climbed onto the deck with his hands on the steel pipe guardrail.

The deck was silent, and there was no one. The place where the grenade exploded just now, the place blackened by the explosion, the big eyes of something looked at him strangely.

"Plop ......"

As expected, a few of the guys who took the human ladder fell into the river because of the fall of the human ladder before they could reach the side of the boat.

"Stupid, don't be embarrassed, hurry up and help cut people."

Looking at the rope nets on the deck that I don't know what to do, Xue Dongling and a squad leader dragged them on the side of the boat, and then the two of them found a place and raised their guns to cover the boarding of the brothers.

Just as the soldiers on the boat landed on the shore, Xue Dongling saw the devil soldiers coming along the side of the boat at a glance. After all, on the battleship, after all, there are many cabins. The deck was attacked by offensive tear gas, but the soldiers in the cabins below deck were not necessarily affected.

By this time, Japanese sailors had already put on gas masks and stuffed the tubes leading to the canisters with towels rolled into a circle according to the news received from the Marines.

At the same time they were armed with rifles, pistols and even machine guns.

It's just that just before Xue Dongling and them boarded the ship, they were all driven away from this deck with grenades, and at this time, they quietly avoided the eyes of Xue Dongling and the squad leader and poked out the muzzle of the gun.

"Phew"

The sound of rifle fire rang out, and a soldier peeking out of the side of the ship fell off the boat with a scream.

"Thief your mother......"

The two shots of "Woo Woo" passed, and Xue Dongling felt very unhappy with the gun. He simply took out a grenade from the grenade bag and looked at it to see that there was no red paint before he pulled it and threw it over.

The reason for this is that the red ones are filled with napalm, and a few of them used to be afraid that the gunboat would also have to burn. Regardless of whether the Japanese could stand it or not, the uncle who was the battalion commander knew about it and had to tear him alive.

"Peng"

As soon as he heard the voice, Xue Dongling relieved himself, it was an offensive tear jerker. Because the charge is small, the explosion is not loud. After listening to the ear, there was no other sound, and he knew that the devils on the ship were already wearing gas masks.

He gestured to the soldiers in tactical sign language to get their attention, and then the fifty men who remained here and waited for the troops that followed, the rest of the men divided into two teams and began to clear the cabin.

Hunched over with a gun in his hand, one hand on his teammate's shoulder, and the other hand holding a box cannon that was not heavy. Coming to the passage next to the side of the ship did not rush in.

The spearhead at the front pressed against the wall, poking his head out and quickly retracting it.

"Woo Woo ......"

The sound of shooting immediately came from the side of the ship, and what else could be said about dealing with the situation, took out a couple of grenades and threw them over.

There is the sound of the mute explosion of an offensive tear gas egg, and the explosion of a porcelain grenade loaded with shrapnel, which hits the metal bulkhead with a rustling sound.

Then a small team took advantage of the smoke that had not dispersed after the explosion, and the team moved forward quickly. The box cannon in his hand was aimed at the front, and the single team just now became two people advancing together.

"Dada...... Da Da ......"

The fruit army was equipped with 20-round repeating box guns of German origin, and for a while, the crisp sound of fire quickly suppressed the single-shot 38 rifles.

At this time, Xue Xishan, who was on the shore, saw his brother's men boarding the devil gunboat, and actually got a net to put on the bow of the ship. He couldn't help but feel excited in his heart, and hurriedly shouted the old cigarette pouch in his voice,

"Battalion Commander Li, borrow a few boats for my brother to play around, and send some people up."

Li Youtian, the old cigarette pouch who could obey Zhang Sixing's words, took the cigarette pouch on his mouth and took a sip,

"Get out of the way, it's so easy to say, when the people can't get away, the governor won't scold you. Besides, as far as the devil's boat can fit into it, your baby will send fifty people at once, which is not enough for you to play tricks. ”

In fact, Xue Xishan was anxious when he looked at the battleship, not worried that his brother would not be able to take it, but he just felt that his brother's movements were too slow, and he had not taken the gunboat for so long.

And at this moment, the battle on the gunboats has entered another level.

At this moment, Xue Dongling no longer held the box cannon, but carried the BT Tiger Battle Knife in one hand. As the Northwest Army, which is skilled in "breaking the edge of the eight knives", it is its duty to cut talents with knives.

And using a gun in the small space on the side of the ship, which can break his ears when he gets close, he won't be so incomprehensible.

And the more you clean up in the cabin, the fewer people wear gas masks. After all, even if there is poison gas, it is only the people on the deck who may be poisoned, so the gas masks equipped in the gunboats are mostly used to protect against the smoke of gunpowder when burning.

Standing sideways outside an oval hatch, the sound of a 38 rifle was heard inside, and the bullets hit the deck with a "bang" sound.

"Surrender the gun and don't kill, Lao Tzu treats the prisoners preferentially."

This rule is really weird, the chief said to kill more, and they were afraid to kill. But you have to shout like this every time, and it's not troublesome.

While complaining in his heart, he dragged an offensive tear gas egg and threw it into the cabin.

With the sound of a heavy explosion, a gray and yellow earth mist rose from the cabin, and then quickly advanced through the smoke of gunpowder, holding his favorite BT Tiger War Knife in his hand.

Unlike other infantry battalions, Xue Xishan and his men did not like the BT Tiger Dagger that could be used as a spear. As a soldier from the Northwest Army, he prefers to make the BT Tiger a combat knife.

It's a pity that they don't have ostrich boots now, and they can't equip those long blades.

As the smoke of gunfire and the grayish gray mist of tear gas eggs washed into a cabin, apparently a living cabin, with three layers of beds crammed into the cabin.

Walking slowly inward with light, small steps, pricked up ears listening to every cough.

After only a few steps, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a Japanese soldier who was covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve, trying to desperately hold back his cough and refuse to surrender.

Thief, your mother, would rather choke to death than surrender, Lao Tzu will fulfill you.

The BT Tiger Battle Knife in his hand fell, and blood burst out.

Then looking at the knife that was slashed to the chest from the shoulder, Xue Dongling smiled with satisfaction, this is the reason why they like the BT Tiger Battle Knife.

A knife goes down, and it definitely doesn't drag mud and water.