Section 142

The two Japanese lie cautiously on the edge of the grave, their eyes aimed at the surroundings from time to time, and went deep into the controlled area of ​​the Eighth Route Army. They had to be extremely cautious because they went deep into the lonely army and had no supply points. They could only rob the villages by fighting to obtain supplies.

A Japanese soldier listened and observed the surroundings carefully. Although he had attacked multiple villages in the same way, he still did not dare to be careless. When his eyes turned to the direction of his comrades, he suddenly became stunned.

A figure was stepping on the back of his colleague, pulling a long thorn from the back of his colleague's head. The colleague was powerless to tilt his head and motionless, but he still maintained a vigilant expression on his face. He did not find anyone sneak attack until his death. The murderer was looking at him with a slanted face. Under the light moonlight, a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes, like a king cocoon staring at his prey.

"You look, look again, and you will kill you!" Li Wei murmured in a low voice, his expression very much like the little guy staring at Wangzai's milk in a modern TV commercial.

The Japanese soldier was about to shout, but Li Wei shook his hand. The Japanese soldier only felt something hitting his eyebrows hard. He raised his head back and his eyes quickly turned dark, and then he knew nothing.

"Hehe!~You little guy, I'll finish the work!" Li Wei bared his teeth and stabbed the fighting on his hands on the Japanese soldiers under his feet for a few times, and then carefully pulled back the star dust shuttle at the eyebrows of another Japanese man not far away.

After lurking and searching around, no other secret whistles were found by the Japanese. Li Wei turned around and observed the Japanese who were touching the village. These Japanese were afraid of being alarmed, so they just touched the edge of the village.

"The efficiency of this Japanese is low enough!" Li Wei set up the Eighth-One rifle, loaded the bullets, and squatted on the ground to aim at the Japanese entering the village.

At the same time, several figures on the edge of the village followed the Japanese from afar, opened the encirclement and faintly surrounded several exits of the village. The Japanese still unconsciously formed battle formations and covered each other and touched the village.

Li Weidi swept through Zhou Yan, a girl who was lying in the northwest of the village. She really didn't know that a 38-type rifle weighing nearly four kilograms was so big, plus supplies and equipment. She didn't know how she ran so many ways against it. She had already pushed a girl of the same age down.

The weapons used by the third squad and the first squad of the Seventh Team were not the same standard. The weapons seized after the Hundred Regiments War cannot be used with the regular troops of the Eighth Route Army, and are often sent to the guerrillas below. Therefore, the soldiers from the guerrillas all used the long-stinged gun-shot style 38.

As if he felt Li Wei's gaze, he could only hear a soft hum from the wind, and Zhou Yan's little head turned to another direction.

Bang!~~~~

I don’t know who fired the first shot first. At such a short range, Li Wei could not tell whether it was the gunshots of Style 81 or Style 38. But soon the scattered gunshots rang out in the village.

Both sides fought very well, without too much firepower suppression, and cooperated with each other to shoot. Li Wei could hear the firepower points in the village being constantly shifted.

"Fuck!~Brothers!~Fuck guys!" Li Wei couldn't help but roared, and rushed towards the village by dodging right and left. Chen Huo and Zhou Yan, who were responding to Li Wei, immediately followed him.

Suddenly, he encountered an ambush in the village. Only one of the well-trained Japanese soldiers was slightly injured, but soon he was hidden with the help of his colleagues. Facing the setting up ambush in the village to occupy the commanding heights of Mine Dragon and Deng Feng. The Japanese team was not panicked at all. When they found that they were also being trampled behind the back, they started to break through. The soldiers of the Seventh Team, which had ambushed outside the village, immediately gathered around to form fire interception.

At this time, Li Wei and Chen Huo, who were catching the fighter plane, were like steel knives plunging into the encirclement, destroying the formation of the Japanese in the encirclement. Zhou Yan occupied a shooting point to conduct harassment and cover shooting, although he was a girl. He was not inferior to other male soldiers with rich combat experience in the battle.

Li Wei's unique style of combat refreshed the soldiers of the first squad of the Seventh Squad. The strange assault movements disappeared in the blink of an eye, but soon emerged from another impossible place.

With the darkness and various obstacles, Li Wei almost avoided the Japanese shooting two or three guns, rushed to more than 30 meters, and directly raised his gun to fire. On the battlefield where he moved quickly and flew bullets, he could hardly aim effectively, and could only rely on the sense of guns. However, within an effective distance of 30 meters, Li Wei's shooting technique was accurately blooming a bright red blood flower on the chest of a Japanese man. The bullet directly shot through the Japanese body, and a piece of broken bricks broke out on the roof of a civilian house not far behind the Japanese.

Without a few screams, the Japanese spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and fell down stiffly.

Immediately afterwards, Li Wei pulled his back, shook his hand and raised it. Another Japanese man shot, covered his waist and turned it over to the side, and Li Wei's fighting stab was inserted into his waist.

"Grandma, the back of your hand." Li Wei was aiming at the guy's heart. He didn't know that the man had made mistakes. He just inserted it into the Japanese waist.

Bang!~ The Japanese man, who was inserted by Li Wei's fighting sting, raised his head back, and a red and white thing spurted out from his face, collapsed to the ground, and his face was in a state of concaveness.

It is estimated that the person who made up the gun for Li Wei at this angle should be Comrade Chen Huo who was covering not far from Li Wei. It seems that he is also a headshot shooter. Li Wei turned his head and raised his thumbs up at Chen Huo, you dick! ~

Chen Huo had no expression on his face, but a hot light was revealed in his eyes. It was definitely a very respectful thing to be recognized by the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army's main group.

"Be careful to save bullets! Prepare the bayonets!~" Zhang Junsheng, the captain of the Seventh Squad, who was pressing on the horn of the formation, shouted in a low voice. The soldiers of the squad who heard the order immediately pulled out the 38-type bayonets to hold the gun. Because they were afraid that the moonlight would be exposed on the blade, the bayonets of the squad were always in the scabbard before the battle. This is why the soldiers of the squad 3 rushed forward and bought time for the squad 1 to get the bayonets.

It was indeed the style of the guerrillas, which really saved bullets. Li Wei rolled his eyes and pulled out the bolt and threw out the shell and then pushed a bullet in. He pulled it out on the muzzle and bounced out a rifle and a sting. The fast bayonet was also one of the advantages of Li Wei's special appreciation for the Bayi style. The speed of the Bayi style was almost five or six times faster than that of the Three Eight style.

Time is life, and it is a correct manifestation on the battlefield. The tacit understanding of Meng Zisu did not interrupt the offensive of the first team, and drew out a grenade and bit it and threw it out directly.

Just like someone suddenly pressed the camera's flash in the dark night, then the ground shook, and frozen soil and ice chips were flying all over the sky.

With the cooperation of squad 3 and squad 1, the Japanese began to collapse. In order to seek a life, four Japanese fled around the edge of the village and fled to the west. Three Japanese rushed into the village in an attempt to break out in another direction. The unknown night not only provided cover for the attacking seventh team, but also provided cover for the Japanese to escape.

Ma Shun and Meng Zisu, who were in charge of the west, were broken through the defense line just when they had time to knock down a Japanese man. After losing a colleague, the four Japanese soldiers rushed to the west fled to the stream and fled to the river.

"Chasing! ~ Don't let anyone go." Zhang Junsheng, the captain of the Seventh Team, took the lead in chasing him. Following him closely were Chen Huo and Zhou Yan.

The Japanese broke through and Meng Zisu and Ma Shun looked at each other, nodded tacitly, and chased the three Japanese who were preparing to walk through the stream in the left and right directions.

But Li Wei still scratched his forehead and muttered: "Which side should we chase?!" The Japanese fled in two directions, which made Li Wei hesitate.

"Little Li Zi! ~ Village! ~" A huge voice from a roof in the village sounded.

"Damn it! ~ I know!" Li Wei rushed into the village with his gun.

Faced with the three Japanese who ran around like headless flies in the village. They were afraid of hurting the common people who had to hide in the future because they had to evacuate, the Leilong Squad Leader was helpless and could not shoot casually. In street battles, melee experts like Li Wei and Deng Feng were needed.

Lei Long summoned Li Wei, who was still whispering at the entrance of the village.

With the gun safety on the firearm, Li Wei put the gun behind his back, put his hands on his waist and pulled out several stardust shuttles, and started hunting in the village. He, Deng Feng and Lei Long each deal with a Japanese devil and completed the task by himself. Anyway, they are all elite soldiers and do not need to worry too much for their comrades.

Under the cover of firewood in the corner of the woodshed, Sun Langui nervously hugged her children. The village chief just now informed the Japanese that they were about to attack, and the man at home went out again. She had to hold her one-year-old son and drag her six-year-old daughter to hide in the woodshed.

The dull gunfire and grenade explosion outside would tremble unconsciously, as if it was happening around her.

Sun Langui, who was still begging for the blessing of gods and Buddhas in her heart, felt that the gunshots outside became less and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. These Eighth Route Army soldiers were really brave. Although she didn't know what was going on outside, she was determined that the Japanese must have been defeated and that her team would win.

Suddenly, the gate of the courtyard was smashed open, and there were chaotic footsteps in the courtyard, and Sun Langui's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

As if he heard the noise in the yard, his son opened his eyes in his arms and suddenly opened his mouth and cried loudly. Sun Langui's face turned white suddenly. He didn't know what to do. It was too late to cover the child's mouth.

"It's over!" Sun Langui only had one thought left in his mind.

Just like cooperating with Sun Langui's idea, the door of the woodshed room, which was not secure, was kicked open all of a sudden, and the two Japanese men's big scalp boots stepped on the place and made heavy footsteps.

Although it was dark, you could still hear the sound of Japanese and wild animals panting, and the firewood around you pulled out, obviously crying and making noises in search of children.
Chapter completed!