An observer hidden in the tunnel quietly poked his head out from the base of a courtyard wall.

In the narrow field of vision, a group of unlucky Japanese were leaning their heads and slid their heads and following the puppet troops in front of them.

After looking around, the puppet army in the second staircase was creeping out from the broken wall hole covered with smoke.

The observer quickly shrank his head: "A squad of puppet troops took the lead, more than ten Japanese followed closely, and a large number of puppet troops behind him had entered the ambush range..."

"A group of grenades are ready..." A voice spread in the tunnel.

The floating soil in the corner of the wall was piled with rubble, and the small piles of firewood seemed to start to shake themselves.

The puppet army following the last one was a little confused, although news had been heard before that the Eighth Route Army might have entered the tunnel.

But when I saw the movement on the ground, I felt a ridiculous feeling in my heart, and I was stunned...

Just turned the muzzle and prepared to shoot.

One smoke-producing grenade after another had broken out of the ground.

It didn't give the puppet soldiers in the yard any more time to react.

Although I can't see the details of how the Eighth Route Army that can enter the ground throws the grenades, everyone knows how miserable the consequences will be if the iron lump is not found before it explodes.

There is no such thing as pounce on the grenade with your body.

The wisest choice is to panic and look for cover up after lying down.

There is no hiding place in the yard except for the small earthblocks in the corner...

Not without the body of the companion...

A clever puppet army was separated from the grenade by their companions, and was glad that there were no grenades beside him.

With a clang, another grenade landed at his feet. He could only use his legs to kick the grenade at his feet between his legs. The companion looked at him...

Panic, angry, despair, helpless...

The fake squad leader stared at a grenade on the left and right sides of his body.

I picked up a smoke-burning hole into the hole where the grenade popped out of the courtyard wall.

Only then did I realize that the other party had already piled up the hole...

Bang...

A bullet was also shot out from the hole, knocking the fake squad leader overturned the corner of the wall.

The fake squad leader who was shot in the chest tried his best to throw the grenade out of the hospital, but unfortunately he overestimated his strength.

The smoke-producing grenade staggered toward the Royal Army on the east courtyard wall.

Maybe I felt that I was doomed this time, but the fake squad leader suddenly calmed down.

I thought to myself, is this crazy?

We are not really going to fight you, you throw so many grenades?

Can't you catch those lords?

There are only a dozen people in my class, and you have dropped more than a dozen grenades. Aren’t you bullying people?

You are so poor, can't you throw away two less?

There are almost no dead corners in the whole yard now...

It’s not worth wasting so many grenades on us!

The Japanese in the yard turned their backs to the grenades thrown out and turned around when they heard the horrified voice of the puppet troops behind them.

Just seeing the smoked iron lumps on the ground, there is no time to dodge...

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

The first flash expanded violently with gunpowder smoke, and the constantly expanding gunpowder smoke seemed to compress the air violently.

Following the second smoke...

Shields began to rage in the yard, and it was not necessarily safe to lie on the ground.

The abundant summer sunlight burned the earth extremely hot, and coupled with the heat generated by the explosion, the temperature in the entire yard suddenly increased.

From the north to the south of the village.

The intensive explosion of grenades rang one after another in various yards.

It seems to be connected into a light blue smoke wall more than ten meters wide.

Seeing the smoke-prone grenades constantly thrown out from the base of the wall, some puppet troops behind were lucky, and the delayed grenades gave them a chance to exit the yard.

Bunches of smoke rushed out of the hole in the broken wall, and the puppet troops stuck to the edge of the wall felt the vibration of the earth, and the wall was about to fall.

Finally he couldn't calm down, so he left his rifle and ran back, regardless of the squad leader next to him shouted.

The yard after the explosion suddenly turned into darkness, and there were always those puppet soldiers who were only injured but did not die immediately.

Standing up in the dark smoke, seeing nothing, buzzing in my mind, completely confused.

The shock waves generated by the explosion of multiple grenades injured the internal organs of the puppet army.

Only God knows whether he can survive this violent explosion...

...

The second staircase puppet army, which was from the north and south, was crawling about thirty meters away from the village.

The Eighth Route Army rushed over almost no shot on the way. It was originally thought that the brothers lying on the ground had already established a line of defense.

As a result, when I rushed closer, I found that all the brothers on the ground were lame and broken.

They quickly called each other for questions, and listened to the reply of his pecking noise.

The puppet soldiers who came over stared at each other and immediately lay on the ground without daring to move.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of continuous explosions of grenades in the village.

He quickly looked at the horrifying scene in the village and was stunned.

What is cowardice is perfectly interpreted.

"Fuck, the great man in the village is probably in danger!"

"No, I just saw the first battalion following Taijun into the village..."

"The Eighth Master is so cruel..."

"Luckily...we climbed slowly..."

"Thank you, Taishang Laojun..." "Thank you, Tathagata Buddha..."

"Thank you Guanyin Bodhisattva..." "Thank you Jade Emperor..."

"Thank you, Er Huang..." "Thank you, Xiaotian Dog..."

"Hey, why are you grateful to Xiaotian Dog for?"

"It's all your business..."

...

The village south occasionally fires rifle.

A Czech light machine gun suddenly began to roar continuously.

The originally cold sporadic shooting suddenly turned into a ballistic venomous snake.

He condescending to the puppet soldiers who were lying on the ground and trying to encircle them.

The ballistics were not visible in the dazzling sunlight, and only the bullets could be heard ruthlessly as the warhead swept across, followed by a muffled sound of flesh and blood, or a harsh splash of dust.

The blood is floating, the cold wind is rustling... Uh, the cold wind in the summer is biting.

Hearing the continuous reports from observers, the battlefield messengers in front reported the progress of the village battlefield.

Looking at the frightening smoke curtain in the village, the Japanese lieutenant in charge of command was frightened.

He knew very well that it was not the Imperial Army warriors' attack on the Eighth Route Army, but the Imperial Army warriors were ambushed again.

After weighing the pros and cons, I dare not order the Imperial Army and the Imperial Army to move forward again.

If you send someone to attack, you may be ambushed.

At this time, rushing into the village seemed to be useless.

The Eighth Route Army actually used the tunnel to detour among the imperial army!

This is not a problem of multiple attacks, but a matter of making life in the village.

Suddenly I remembered a special tactic of the Chinese military books: the tactic of adding fuel to it.

Of course, I am that pitiful oil.

Now there are only armored vehicles, and they cannot provide support at all.

Even if you fight less, you have no chance of winning at all.

The lieutenant finally ordered the entire attacking team to retreat.
Chapter completed!