Chapter 5: The Little Child (Thirteenth Middle School)

The puppet soldiers who were about to pick up the bargain suddenly saw several black shadows rushing towards them from under the ground. They were stunned for a moment and instinctively slowed down their pace. At this moment, the violent explosion sounded again. It was not shells, but the thunder buried by the guerrillas in front of the positions. It had been destroyed by the Japanese shells, but a few were lucky enough to avoid the aftermath of the shells and gave the puppet soldiers in the front row a lot of red.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." One after another, corpses flew up from the middle of the puppet army. One after another, the puppet army covered their wounds, lying on the ground screaming, rolling back and forth in a pool of blood. The remaining puppet army was immediately stunned by the bombing. They didn't know whether they should continue to rush forward with the risk of stepping on the tricks, or immediately lying down on the spot as Lieutenant Sakai's prior instructions, waiting for the support of a new round of artillery and machine guns. Just when they were stunned, Zhang Songling had already brought the guerrillas back. The grenade launcher in his hand was quickly replaced with box cannons, and fired his left and right, knocking the three puppet soldiers in front of him into rolling gourds.

"Wu, wu, wu." The guerrillas pointed the puppet army less than ten meters away from them with their guns, and decisively pulled the trigger. Anyone could hit every distance. The shocked puppet army instantly woke up, let out a shrill scream, then threw down their rifle and reached out to cover the bloody wound.

"Huh." Blood was like a spring, spraying out from the two bullet holes in front and back of the body. The powerful penetration of the 38 gun bullets made the puppet army immediately turn into abacus beads, which were transparent from front to back. However, this penetration wound would not immediately take the life of the person who was shot. He covered the holes in his body with both hands and wailed loudly in fear and despair, "Ah, Ah, Ah."

"Ahhhhhh,." Three short figures suddenly jumped out of the puppet army that were in a mess. They were Japanese instructors in the security brigade. They were unwilling to let the puppet army that they had worked hard for many years were only worthy of being used as cannon fodder envoys, and they actually took the initiative to join the offensive team. Each of them was holding a saber in their hands, and a dazzling cold light shone on the blade.

Zhang Songling quickly turned the gun and aimed at one of the Japanese instructors. "Ping, Pong, Ping." Three shots of rapid fire, knocking the Japanese instructor into a rolling gourd. The figures of the other two Japanese instructors were quickly blocked by other guerrillas, causing the box cannon in Zhang Songling's hand to be unable to aim at them. At this moment, the Japanese instructor raised his knife high and slashed at the guerrilla warriors opposite each other.

In close combat, the disadvantage of a single-shot rifle was immediately exposed. The soldiers had just hit the bullets on the puppet army and had no time to pull the bolt. At the critical moment, they could only cross the 38th hood in front of them to block the Japanese instructor's saber. The sharp blade contacted the rifle and made a harsh friction sound. The saber slashed into the gun body for more than half an inch and was stuck by the steel barrel of the 38th gamble. The Japanese dragged the hilt backwards, quickly leaned back, supported his left foot, and kicked his right foot hard, giving the guerrilla warriors a record of pulling their vaginal legs.

A soldier dodged sideways and was kicked into the hips by the Japanese. He pulled the rifle with both hands and staggered back. The Japanese instructor was short and was pulled up from the ground. He hung it on the rifle with a sabre and staggered his teeth and claws.

Another soldier caught off guard and was kicked by the Japanese. He groaned and released his rifle in pain. The Japanese instructor who had won the hand immediately broke the blade stuck on the gun into two sections. The upper half of the blade hit the back of the guerrilla soldier with the barrel, and the lower half of the blade directly stabbed the guerrilla soldier's body bent forward due to pain. The blade pierced half a foot deep along the collarbone and then quickly pulled it out. The blood was sprayed out suddenly, spraying the Japanese instructor's face.

"Kill,,." The Japanese instructor did not wipe the blood from his face at all. He turned around and called on the puppet soldiers to follow him and continue to rush forward.

Because of the absolute advantage of the number of people, most of the puppet troops were not shot. However, their souls were so scared that they did not know where they flew to. When they heard the instructor's greeting, they habitually rushed forward. However, the rifle in their hand either pulled the trigger but forgot to pull the bolt on the bullet, or forgot to pull the trigger at all. It seemed that there were many people, but they could not provide any effective support to the instructor.

"Kill me,,." The Japanese instructor shouted again, holding up half a sabre and slashing at a soldier down, "Kill me, no." Xiaobatu held up the 38th Gaier from the side and snatched up the Japanese instructor's forehead with a gun. "Bang." The dull sound made all the puppet soldiers tremble slightly. The Japanese instructor was smashed to see the stars in front of him, and he stood there, shaking like a drunkard.

"Bang." Xiaobatu raised his rifle high and put it in his head. The Japanese instructor's forehead was smashed and collapsed inward. He screamed and fell softly in the pool of blood of the guerrilla warrior he killed.

"Go together, go together,..." Another Japanese instructor hung on a rifle shouted in anxiety, let go of the hilt in his hand, and retreated backwards to try to join the puppet army rushing up. Little Leon rushed forward and stabbed the man in the chest without even getting a bayonet rifle. The Russian water-making bead barrel, known for its sturdyness, contacted the Japanese chest. Through a layer of summer clothing, it broke the man's two ribs, pushed the man backwards and knocked him into the puppet army, opened his mouth and vomited blood.

"Kill." The other guerrillas also quickly followed, lifted up the 38th cover that could not pull the bolt, and fought with the puppet troops near the edge of the trench. "Bang." "Bang." "Bang." The sound of the butt stock and the forehead were in constant contact. There were also screams of the person stabbed by the barrel in the middle, and the wail of the person who was knocked to the ground, which sounded creepy.

"Don't use a butt, exchange it for Mongolian swords, immediately." Zhang Songling raised the box cannon, fired his bow left and right, knocked over two puppet soldiers closest to him, and then shouted.

Because of the tradition of grassland people, most guerrillas are used to not having a short Mongolian knife around their waists. They are usually used to picking the tendons on their bones when eating, and now they just pull out to deal with the puppet army.

"Ah,." A puppet army squad leader was stabbed in the stomach by Xiaobatu with a Mongolian knife. He bent down and screamed and retreated. The other two puppet soldiers were killed and rushed over with a rifle to avenge the squad leader. Xiaobatu, who had been fighting in the orphans since he was a child, was the least afraid of melee. He stabbed the two puppet soldiers in a left and right, and stabbed the two puppet soldiers in a hurry. While they were depressed, the two puppet soldiers suddenly felt a chill in their hearts. They turned their heads in shock and happened to see two guerrillas sneering and pulling out the bloody Mongolian sword.

The strength of the two puppet soldiers was also pulled away with the blade, and they threw down their rifles, stared at the guerrilla warriors who stabbed them in the back, with unwillingness on their faces. Their total number was much higher than that of the guerrillas, and there should have been many accomplices on the back. However, their accomplices lasted for less than two minutes and were beaten by the guerrillas and ran away in a hurry. Without even saying hello, they handed their backs directly to others.

"Boom." Two more thunders were trampled by the puppet soldiers who retreated in panic, splashing a rain of flesh and blood. Seeing this, the other puppet soldiers fled even more embarrassedly. In a panic, someone accidentally tripped on the corpse and fell down. He immediately stepped on the man without any hesitation or stop.

"Kill." The guerrillas hated the puppet army for the Japanese, picked up rifles from the ground, rode their guns, and opened fire as they chased the puppet army's back. Zhang Songling quickly grabbed the two guerrillas who had chased the farthest, and at the same time opened his throat and reminded loudly, "Don't fall in love with the battle, hurry up and go down the trenches, beware of the Japanese heavy machine guns and heavy machine guns."

"Get down the trenches, go down the trenches." Lieang, Xiao Sun, Huang Dascai and other experienced veterans also raised their voices to remind them, pulling up the closest guerrillas around them and jumping into the trenches one after another. Before their figures disappeared from the ground, the Japanese light and heavy machine guns had already sounded at the same time, "Dada, dadada", "Dada, dada, dada", "Dada, tb, tb", heavy bullets swept across half the battlefield, knocking over more than a dozen puppet troops who had no time to hide and two guerrillas who had just jumped off half of their bodies at the same time, and their bodies were covered with red.

"Retreat, retreat, go into traffic trenches, enter traffic trenches." Zhang Songling's eyes almost glared out of blood. He put away the box cannon, picked up the grenade launcher from the trenches with his left hand, and pulled the minibutu, who had been stimulated by the sacrifice of his comrades, and took the lead in retreating quickly.

"Be careful of the artillery of the Japanese, be careful of the artillery of the Japanese." In the second trench, all the left-behind guerrillas shouted in unison at the top of their voices, and gave timely reminders to the robes in front. Hearing the familiar shouts, the guerrillas around Zhang Songling quickly recovered their calmness, picked up their rifles, bent down, and hid in the traffic ditch in the blood of their companions.

They retreated quickly along the traffic ditch, and everyone was as quick as a leopard. Hate was buried in their hearts and anger burned in their eyes, but they had to leave behind useful bodies to avenge their companions who had already turned into heroic spirits and were watching them in the night sky, watching how they taught the Japanese and puppet troops a lesson. They could not let their companions down.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." The high-explosive bombs fired from the 192 infantry cannon followed, covering the empty front trenches in the steel storm. Someone was affected by the flying shrapnel and fell to the ground. Zhang Songling did not turn around and led the remaining guerrillas in the first group to retreat quickly. At the interface between the next trench and the traffic trench, Zhao Tianlong and the second group came up silently, first letting the figure of the first group, and then silently rushed to the trench ahead.

Near the first trench, the Japanese were bombing and frequent attacks. The guerrillas must make up for it in time when the cannon sound stopped and give the puppet troops or Japanese who rushed up with artillery fire cover.
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