The three people had already hid in unison the moment they heard the sound. Liangzi at the front was even scared to death. The distance was too close and there wasn't much room to hide, but he still tried hard to move towards it.
I jumped into a room at the back!
An explosion that almost pierced his eardrums sounded behind him. Smoke and dust suddenly filled the entire corridor, wood chips flew everywhere, and the heat wave of the explosion made Liangzi's back hurt. ("", watch the latest update of this book.
) He got up and leaned against the door. In the room opposite, Deng Chunlai and Sheng Yuanxin were also squatting at the door. Liangzi cursed and stretched his submachine gun outside and fired at the other side.
Before Sheng Yuanxin escaped, he saw the grenade flying out of that room. He patted Deng Chunlai on the shoulder: "The second room."
Deng Chunlai pulled out the grenade, waited for a few seconds while holding the fuse, and then accurately threw the grenade towards the door of the room. After the explosion, Liangzi immediately rushed out and ran towards the house through the thick smoke.
, he wanted to arrive before the Japanese soldier could recover. He rushed to the door and shot a long bullet inside without mercy. A scream proved that he had hit the target. He rushed into the room, and the Japanese soldier was already lying bloody.
He fell to the ground with an artillery scope lying beside him.
After Sheng Yuanxin and Deng Chunlai entered the house, the Japanese soldier lying on the ground was already dying. The radio behind his back was still making a piercing noise. Blood was still pouring out of several holes in his body. He was covered with blood.
He was shaking constantly, coughing in his mouth, his eyes were blank, and soon he lost his energy and slowly became limp.
Liangzi knelt down and touched him all over. This guy had a lot of personal belongings such as cigarettes, lighters, and notebooks. One of the piles of photos caught Sheng Yuanxin's attention. He knelt down and picked up the pile of already stained photos.
The bloody photos record some fragments of the life of the recently deceased person: the graduation ceremony of the middle school; several boys shouting with wine glasses by the lake, with happy expressions on their faces; a Japanese girl was raped by him
Hug tightly; a photo of a family of 5. He looks like the eldest son of the family, with two little sisters half a head shorter than him standing next to him; a photo of recruits joining the army, with a childlike look on their faces; and comrades-in-arms
They sat together and waved to the photographer; several people hugged an officer tightly, and he actually sat on the officer's neck and laughed happily; they proudly saluted everyone when they received medals; a person sat quietly on a tank
He looked into the distance with an expression that seemed to miss his distant hometown.
"Evacuate quickly, it's not safe here!" Deng Chunlai, squatting in front of the window sill and looking out, urged.
Liangzi picked up the cigarette and lighter and put them into his arms and patted Sheng Yuanxin: "Let's go, the mission is accomplished.\\First published on 9vk.com\\"
"Let's go!" Sheng Yuanxin put the photos and notebook into his bag...
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The fat man kicked open the door of a room and hurried to the side to hide. Kong Laojing behind him fired several shots into the room. After the sound of gunshots, he leaned on the other side of the door and waved.
Let the brothers behind you enter the room.
This is a store facing the street. The shelves are empty and the ground is in a mess. The soldiers are searching every corner to prevent enemies from lurking. After the first floor is safe, Kong Laojing leads two soldiers carefully along the stairs to the side.
We walked up to the second floor, which should be the back house of the shop owner. The empty place looked a bit weird since people had already left the house. Paper scraps, clothes, and various daily necessities were all over the floor, making it look messy.
He walked into a bedroom. The floral sheets on the bed and the crayon paintings on the wall proved that this was once a little girl's boudoir. He squatted in front of the window and looked out. The window faced a crossroad not far away.
The mouth is a good blocking position.
"Fat man, bring up the machine gun!" Kong Laojing shouted.
After a burst of hurried footsteps, Fatty and Xiaomi walked into the house. Fatty grabbed a desk in the corner of the room and set up the machine gun in front of the window sill. Xiaomi put the ammunition box on the ground and smiled at the pictures on the wall.
He said: "The painting is really ugly."
"How could it be better if it was drawn by a child?" Kong Laojing raised his hand and took off one of the drawings, holding it in his hand to look at it. It showed a little girl with pigtails wearing new clothes and holding her father's hand.
Mother's hand, with the background of grass, big trees and birds in the sky, this should be a happy outing. Seeing this, Kong Lao Jing was delighted. The little girl in the painting grinned happily and looked extremely happy.
Kong Laojing took a deep breath and looked around the room. It was still raining outside, and waves of cold, damp wind blew into the room, causing the papers on the ground to fly gently, making it look particularly desolate.
"Here it comes." The fat man pressed a new magazine into the magazine, pulled the bolt hard and loaded the bullet into the chamber.
Kong Laojing quickly got up and exposed half of his head in front of the window sill and looked out. In the rain and fog, an armored vehicle covering a group of infantry turned out of the intersection and came this way!
"We haven't seen us yet." Kong Laojing retracted his head and checked his gun out of habit.
"We have the Molotov cocktail with us. Give it to that iron guy, and I'll be the infantry behind."
"That's it, wait for me to set the fire first." Kong Laojing got up and ran out of the house.
Following a broken wall on the second floor, Kong Laojing and two soldiers climbed onto the roof. The houses facing the street of the three of them were all two-story buildings, and each building was closely connected. They used the raised roof as a
Cover, dragging the Molotov cocktail on the reverse slope and crawling towards the direction of the Japanese advance.
The vibrations below were getting louder and louder, and the noise of the armored vehicles was disturbing. Kong Laojing sat up and looked down. The Japanese army was about to arrive directly below him. He took out a match and lit it, and a soldier handed it to him.
After passing the Molotov cocktail, he first turned the bottle upside down, letting the gasoline in the bottle soak the cotton wool plugged into the mouth of the bottle, and then lit it. Suddenly, a pungent smell of gasoline hit his forehead. He lay down on the roof facing the street.
On the other hand, he was holding on to the eaves of the house. When the armored vehicle advanced under his nose, the machine gunner sitting in the vehicle seemed to smell the smell of gasoline and suddenly looked up, making him yell in fear. But it was too late.
Kong Laojing had accurately thrown the Molotov cocktail on the car, and his comrades beside him immediately threw the second one.
There were two clear sounds of glass breaking, and a fireball rose into the sky, instantly submerging the upper half of the car. The machine gunner immediately became a man on fire. He screamed in horror, jumped out of the car, and beat wildly on the ground.
Get out. At this time, the armored vehicle stopped because of the fire, and all the infantrymen behind raised their muzzles and fired. Kong Laojing braved the flying bullets and retracted his body, then ran back. Before leaving, he did not forget to throw down two more
A grenade.
Back on the second floor of the store, Fatty's bursts of fire were precise and accurate. Kong Laojing shouted in the corridor: "The armored vehicles are finished!"
"I saw it."
Kong Laojing hid in another room and leaned on the window sill to shoot. All the Japanese soldiers over there were hiding in the house and were shooting here. The bullets hit the wall around the window, and the flying wall debris made him choke.
Without opening his eyes, within a few minutes, their shells roared towards him, and one of them had already landed on the roof.
"The enemy is shelling! Let's go!" Kong Laojing put away his gun and ran downstairs with Fatty and the others. Several soldiers on the first floor were lying on the windows and shooting, but Niu Shunzi was hiding in the corner with his head in his arms.
"Go! Go!" Kong Laojing pulled up the trembling Niu Shunzi and ran out. Several people left the store and retreated under cover alternately. When the Japanese army saw it, they immediately moved forward. There was a crisp sound of empty rifle clips jumping out of the magazine.
One after another.
Kong Laojing felt bullets whizzing past his ears. From time to time, he hid in a corner, blocking Niu Shunzi behind him and shooting at the Japanese soldiers. The fat man also stopped and walked to cover the others.
A cannonball landed at the feet of a soldier. The strong explosion threw the fragile body into the air and threw it against the wall. When he fell to the ground, he was already torn apart into pieces.
The fat man gritted his teeth and replaced the new magazine handed to him by the deputy shooter beside him, and shouted to Kong Laojing: "Go back quickly!"
Kong Laojing continued to pull Niu Shunzi back and fired. A soldier who was following him was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground and died without saying a word. Kong Laojing couldn't care about this and could only try his best to drag him to death.
Niu Shunzi ran towards a broken wall on a horizontal street ahead.
A head appeared from behind the broken wall and was waving to them. Kong Laojing could clearly see that it was Jiang Baosan. "Cover, there are people behind me!"
"I saw it!" Jiang Baosan helped Kong Laojing drag Niu Shunzi over the wall. Niu Shunzi fell to the ground like a dead man. At first Kong Laojing thought he was injured, but later he realized that Niu Shunzi had been scared out of his mind.
"Are you so scared?" Jiang Baosan glanced at Niu Shunzi.
Kong Laojing took a breath and turned over, loaded the bullet and continued shooting: "It's much better than last time. I know I can run away."
"He's about to leave!" Jiang Baosan hit a Japanese soldier with one shot.
The fat man carried the machine gun and Xiaomi and climbed into the broken wall for the last time. The heavy machine gun next to Jiang Baosan began to roar. The fat man wiped the muddy water on his face with his sleeves and spat fiercely: "Three dead,
The body cannot be brought back."
Kong Laojing put on the magazine: "When everyone is gathered, retreat! The regiment leader didn't let us die."
Before he finished speaking, the soldier next to him stretched out his head to shoot when he was hit by a bullet. His body suddenly turned backwards. Kong Laojing retracted his head and saw that the Tianling cover had been lifted off, and there was a mass of red and white things.
It flowed all over the ground, and the mixed rainwater spread in all directions!
"Four!" The fat man looked at Kong Laojing with a gloomy look in his eyes...
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Wang Zhimao squatted on the roof of the bank and stared at the Japanese troops in the distant streets before moving towards the bank. At the front was an armored vehicle with a thin iron cover and a paper-like appearance. Two teams of soldiers huddled in the parking space and pushed forward against the choking exhaust gas.
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There was a bomb site on that street, and the detonator was at Wang Zhimao's feet. He was still waiting. Wherever he looked, on the side of the Japanese army, several figures were walking through the ruins and quietly approaching the Japanese army. That was his arrangement.
Demolition team, because there are no mines on this street.
The construction of the bank is very strong. Their mortars dug a hole when they hit it. The nearby buildings integrated with the bank are also made of the same materials. Wang Zhimao used this advantage to transform it into a solid three-dimensional building.
Giant bunkers came to guard the flanks of the factory's main position.
The armored vehicle had passed the explosion point, and the infantry following behind had entered the killing range. Wang Zhimao pressed the detonator. In an instant, the ruins on both sides of the street exploded, and the splashing gravel and smoke enveloped the entire Japanese army!