Perhaps the Japanese had tasted the hardships of the Eighth Route Army's guerrilla warfare, especially the harassment of the armed forces, so they followed suit and sent capable teams to invade the anti-Japanese revolutionary base area to harass and fight.

Obviously, the one that Li Wei encountered was such a small team, and the equipment was very good.

The village in front of me was obviously just occupied by this group of Japanese. From the density of gunfire, it was not a large number of enemies, but a small team of enemies. Compared with villages slightly near the edge of the base, it is impossible for a large number of Japanese invasion to be discovered.

Li Wei also heard the sound of scattered resistance shooting while approaching, indicating that there was a certain resistance force in the village.

Li Wei analyzed the gunshots and felt a little clear in his mind. The Japanese had about ten people, two light machine guns, no mortars, and the resisters had three rifles and one shell gun. Li Wei was not fighting alone.

Li Wei would not rush up and shout for killing, but he was just looking for death. He slowly lurked to the edge of the village and carefully observed the situation in the village.

Through the flames on the burning house, Li Wei saw clearly that the village was not very big, and there were only about twenty families.

Most of the people in the village were surrounded by the Japanese with bayonets in a yard. A machine gun was stared at by them. Perhaps they were worried about the resistance and did not launch a massacre.

The resisters were scattered by six or seven Japanese soldiers in a bullpen. The Japanese soldiers were not in a hurry to attack. Perhaps they were guessing that there were people surrounded by extraordinary identities from the mullet guns in the resisting guns. The Japanese occasionally placed cold guns to suppress the other party, waiting for the other party to consume the bullets and then surrounded them, intending to capture the surrounded person alive.

Obviously, these Japanese soldiers have extremely rich combat experience. On such dark and windy winter nights, this is very unfavorable to the besieged. If they cannot get food supplies, it may only take more than ten hours, which is enough to make the resister lose energy to maintain body temperature and be frozen to death.

The reflection of the snow at night was very obvious, which destined that Li Wei could not act casually, and could only lurk with the shadow of the fire, waiting for an opportunity to find the fighter. Fortunately, the ground was frozen hard, and there would be no sound of cracking ice when stepped on it.

As for where to start, it is really difficult for Li Wei to decide. On one hand, there are unarmed people and on the other hand, there are only one person. If the decision is made, either the people will be massacred or the only remaining resisters will be eliminated, leaving him alone to fight the enemy.

With the help of a brief visual chaos caused by the fire and darkness, Li Wei quietly pulled out the fighting spike behind him and approached the Japanese soldiers surrounding the common people.

"Tada-kun, come and have a sip!" A Japanese soldier passed by a delicate small wine pot.

"Hi. Thank you!" Takeda Hiroshi reached out to catch the aluminum wine pot, unscrewed the lid, and a strong aroma of wine was emitted.

"Yoxi, it's such a good wine!" On the biting cold night, it's almost as good as heaven. Takeda's Hiroshi suddenly poured in a sip of wine, burping out a strong smell of alcohol, and a fire ball burned in his stomach. The plundered Chinese Erguotou brought him an incomparable enjoyment.

Takeda Hiroshi narrowed his eyes, his waist thrust, and he leaned back to the wooden stake behind him again, and his eyes swept like a wolf in his eyes to the villagers gathered together and shivered with coldness. It seemed as if he was watching a group of slaughtered lambs.

Takeda Hiroshi continued to throw the wine pot to the next soldier. The wine pot was conveyed, and the surrounded people squeezed into a ball with panic in their hearts, hoping that a miracle would happen.

No one noticed that a shadow strangely extended behind Takeda Hiroshi. Takeda Hiroshi suddenly shook, his expression seemed to have frozen. He widened his eyes and his whole body was stiff.

Li Wei quickly pulled out the fighting spike from the back of Takeda Hirohiko's head, and held his body with one hand strongly. He continued to lean on the wooden stake, but no one noticed that he had quietly died.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Li Wei quietly retreated back to the darkness like a spirit cat, looking for the next hunting target.

Behind Li Wei, the Japanese who were mobile whistles outside the entrance of the village seemed to lean lazily against the broken wall, looking out of the village with their backs to the village. However, a large hole was cracked at his neck, and the blood had long frozen, and the body was as solid as ice.

The Eighth Route Army soldier Chang Cheng held the rifle in his hand tightly and leaned against a thick wall in the cowshed. The cold wind blew, but he did not feel the coldness of the howling cold wind.

Bang! ~

A bullet opened a hole in the cotton-woven hat on Chang Cheng's head and exploded a few snow-white cotton flowers. Chang Cheng flashed to the side and raised his gun to shoot back with a muffled groan! But the other party did not fall down and immediately hid. The whistling bullet cut off several pieces of tiles in the distance. Just after, several drops of bright red were sprinkled on the place where the Japanese rely on. Chang Cheng's shot was only to kill the other party and failed to kill.

This time, Chang Cheng followed the division commander to take office in the first division. Unexpectedly, he was attacked by the Japanese squad in the village where he was staying. In order to cover the leader, he not only sacrificed three comrades, but also one of them was dying, but he still failed to evacuate and was trapped in this cowshed, including the division commander and a wounded man, and only five people were alive.

Chang Cheng looked back, and Situ Yi, the commander who was lying in the cowshed holding the muffler, staring at the Japanese outside with bright eyes. When he found that Chang Cheng was looking at him, he smiled and gave him an encouraging look.

The soldiers defending in another corner of the bullpen also smiled optimistically to Chang Cheng. Death was nothing in their eyes. From the day they joined the revolutionary team, their lives no longer belonged to them.

Chang Cheng swallowed his saliva and cheered up his energy to continue looking for the fighter opportunity.

No one noticed that a third party had quietly sneaked into the battlefield, reversing the fate of both sides.

Perhaps a Japanese soldier was injured, and the captain of the team, Lieutenant Kameda Nobunaga, could not bear it and quickly ordered the machine gunners beside him to shoot the cowshed. Perhaps the houses in rural northern areas were mostly made of solid adobe, or to protect their beloved oxen, the cowshed was also extremely solid, especially in the cold winter, and bullets only smashed pieces of frozen soil on the roof and walls of the cowshed, but they could not do the remaining Eighth Route Army.

The combat effectiveness of these Eighth Route Army Route Army was extraordinary. Second Lieutenant Kameda Nobunaga turned his eyes, waved his hand, and shouted that the light machine guns that monitored the surrounded villagers came to support him, preparing to end the battle as soon as possible with cross-fire power on both sides. After all, they were in the controlled area of ​​the Eighth Route Army. The longer they were dragged, the easier it was to expose their whereabouts and attract the encirclement of the Eighth Route Army troops.

The Japanese machine gunner carried the machine gun and jogged all the way over to climb up to the roof of the house not far from the bullpen.

Bang!~A dull gunshot, the Japanese machine gunner had just set up the light machine gun, and his head exploded like a broken watermelon, and red and white things sprinkled a large area around him.

Second Lieutenant Kameda Nobunaga could hardly believe his eyes, as if something had aroused the nightmare hidden in his heart, and he was actually stupid at this time.

Another dull gunshot sounded, and the other machine gunner next to Kameda Nobunaga's side exploded like a comrade in front of him, and the red and white objects covered Kameda Nobunaga's body.

"Eighth Route Swordsman!~~~~" As if seeing the most terrifying thing, Kameda Nobunaga suddenly burst out and screamed, rolled and crawled away from the place where he was standing, and rushed straight into the yard of a farmhouse.

The other Japanese were also in chaos at the same time.

On the anti-Japanese battlefield of the Jin-Cha-Hebei War Zone in the North China War, the one who can blow the heads was the most famous red headshots produced by the Eighth Route Army Arsenal. It was a nightmare for almost all Japanese soldiers, especially the customs of Japan for heads. The Japanese are quite taboo to be headshot. Moreover, in the battle with the Eighth Route Army, there has been a saying among the Japanese soldiers: As long as someone is shot on the battlefield, it means that the other party has used a red headshot. If a red headshot appears, it means that the other party must have the most elite sharpshooter, and only the best Eighth Route Army soldiers are qualified to use this red headshot.

For some unknown reason, the use of red headshots suddenly decreased, but the information showed that it was not that the Eighth Route Army's sharpshooters suffered too much casualties, but that the Eighth Route Army reduced production of red headshots. But there is still one thing that is certain: where red headshots appear, there are definitely the most elite soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

It is definitely not a coincidence that two machine gunners were shot in the head, but it proves that they were aimed at by the elite soldiers of the Eighth Route Army. The old god was there just now, and the Second Lieutenant Kameda Nobunaga, who was holding the head, was filled with fear and anxiety. There are many legends about this type of elite soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, but they almost have one common feature: they are shot without any bullets, and they can hit more than a dozen. Once they are aimed, they are basically equated with death from the headshot.

Although it is not certain how many reinforcements were suddenly arrived at the Eighth Route Army, the elite warriors who can use red headshot bombs alone are enough for them to suffer, and they may be wiped out.

The commander Situ Yi, who was surrounded in the bullpen, had a completely opposite to that of the captain of this Japanese squad. Two Japanese machine gunners were shot and cheered from the bottom of their hearts. Of course, he knew what the headshot meant, and it was really endless.

"Good job!" Chang Cheng and the other two soldiers shouted directly. Taking advantage of the chaos of the Japanese, they stood up from the hidden place and fired violently at the Japanese.
Chapter completed!