The injured enemy screamed in panic in the darkness, and the attacking bandits yelled to fight back from time to time, without any cover in the wilderness, and were shot by the soldiers in the village from time to time.

Li Huanzhang changed his shooting position and, while observing, pressed the bullets into the bullet cabin by feeling, pushing the bolt to load a bullet.

Then he leaned out his head in a half-kneel position, raised his gun to his shoulder, and selected a torch as the target and started aiming.

Bang, another bandit who was turret fell to the ground.

The machine gun team that had been following Li Huan's room, who was carrying the machine gun, immediately asked for a fight: "Platform leader, let me fight, I promise to hit at least three bandits!"

"What are you anxious about? We are now standing firm and waiting for help. It's still early to dawn. I'll surprise the bandits later!"

...

At this moment, a thought flashed through the bandits' minds from time to time: there must be sharpshooters in the guerrillas.

In just a few minutes, six torches behind them were destroyed!

Bandits are bandits. Those who think they are far away from the torches dare not stand on the wasteland anymore. They cleverly insert the torches into the ground and take care of them from the distance. After all, the torches can illuminate the way forward for the bandits ahead.

Little did they know that the torches were illuminated by the attacking bandits, and they simply sold all the attacking bandits.

The bandits lying on the ground in front were secretly glad that the Eighth Route Swordsman only fired a torch and seemed to have not attacked the attacking bandits. Otherwise, with their current distance of less than 100 meters from the village, the sharpshooter would definitely hit wherever he pointed!

There are also good players among the bandits who are not afraid of death, but now they are not at all hidden from themselves, which is almost the same as dying!

The attackers were in the open, and the Eighth Route Army had houses in the village as a cover and in the dark. If the Eighth Route Army had not fired occasionally, the bandits would not even know where the target was.

Even so, the bandits really rushed into the village as Wang Sanzhu’s request. As long as the three-way attacking teams entered the village first, they could win immediately!

Who made the bandits a mob?

Who knows how many Eighth Route Army guns and big swords are waiting for them in the darkness of the village!

Whoever goes in first will die!

Who would be willing to be the first to be the first for those dozens of dollars? The most important thing is to save your life.

Since the Eighth Route Army's sharpshooter is in front and there is Uncle Qi in the east of the village, then wait until Uncle Qi enters the village first... Is there any other sharpshooter arranged in the east of the village? Only ghosts know?

I was crushed to death by the Eighth Route Army in the village, but it is necessary to fight back. Who can't change the place if you shoot one shot?

The bandits kept changing positions, which resulted in the bandits being unable to judge the locations of the eighth-way shooting in the darkness in the distance.

After fighting for a long time, Wang Sanzhu always felt something was wrong, because it seemed that there was no movement at all in the east of the village until now!

"Let me know everything, hurry up and rush forward. Just rush into the eighth Route Army of the Village!" Wang Sanzhu, who was lying on the ground, cursed the old bandit Qi bastard in his heart. He didn't dare to show up, but just let his subordinates open their voices and give orders.

If Wang Sanzhu had yelled a few words in person, these bandits might still listen. As for the messenger? Don’t you think so, look around and talk about it first, but there was no movement? Then I’m just bullied myself!

The bandits quickly continued to lie in the darkness and shot at the occasional flash of guns in the village.

Village east.

Qi Laofei knew that Wang Sanzhu had a problem again, and thought that if there were too many people, he could really use the Eighth Route Army as a soft persimmon. The west of the village was full of fun, so of course he could not hold back.

"Uncle Qi, you can't see anything? Do you want to light a torch?"

"Don't talk nonsense. If you want to see the King of Hell now, then just click!" Old Bandit Qi is experienced and attacking and defense in the night. On the surface, it seems to be beneficial to the defense side. The Eighth Route Army has the right time and place, but for the bandits, it is also an opportunity to attack!

The old bandit Qi knew very well that even if he had many people, the Eighth Route Army was not afraid of death when fighting, and the bandits could not catch up with this, so he did not trust him at all, but just asked his subordinates to advance step by step towards the village.

Of course, it is okay to take down the village regardless of casualties. The main purpose of this time is to save people. If the rescued people are greater than the casualties caused by saving people, this kind of loss-making business will naturally not be done.

Wang Sanzhu thought that he could despise the Eighth Route Army after one year of military academy. He really didn't know how the word "death" was written, and it would be better to let him learn from his mistakes and become more wise.

A dark shadow crawled in the wilderness, the dark village ahead was not far away, and gunfire sounds continued to occur in the west.

To the east of the village, a soldier in charge of observation finally discovered the situation: "There is an enemy!"

The observation post just finished...

Bang...

A militia next to him fired a shot at a location in the dark where he heard the sound.

Only a second after the gunshot was heard, a faint flash came from the wilderness almost at the same time.

Bang, someone from the bandits fought back.

Immediately afterwards, two strange screams spread in the darkness.

The militia who had just fired the gun was shot by a bullet and leaned back and fell silently into the trench at the entrance of the village.

The air near the trenches immediately smelled bloody.

The flash still hasn't disappeared on the eye...

"Calm down, no shooting is allowed without my order!" Captain Zhou felt a toothache and lowered his voice: "Now, lit the torch and threw it into the open space outside."

Due to the haste, a trench more than ten meters wide was dug horizontally at the intersection where the village entered the village. There were only two soldiers and four militiamen in the trench, and the others were hidden behind the fences on both sides of the intersection not far away.

After Commander Zhou finished speaking, someone immediately set off a match next to him and slowly lit the torch. After the torch made of dry firewood was ignited vigorously, the soldiers threw the torch out of the wall.

A pile of firewood that had been piled up outside the fence was lit and the light began to become brighter.

Company Commander Zhou shouted to the trench first: "Everyone is careful, be sure to aim before firing, but don't waste bullets!"

Then loudly order the soldiers and militia behind the other courtyard wall: "Everyone is careful! Don't open fire before the enemy comes. You must pay attention to the bandit's machine gunners. The task of your squad is to take care of the enemy's machine gunners!"

The light slowly illuminated the vicinity of the village, and the bandits in the open land stopped moving forward. Look at me, I look at you, the previous plan of sneak attack seemed to be a silence. As for whether to attack forcefully or find another countermeasure, I just wait for the order of the old bandit Qi!

In the four directions of the village, there is only one platoon of troops in the east. It is almost impossible to complete the task of stopping the bandits from attacking a large-scale attack by the militias led by these soldiers.

The people in the village are still digging ditches and setting traps. If the bandits really attack in large numbers, prepare for the soldiers who retreated to the village and the bandits fighting in the streets in advance!

It was already this time. As long as the wounded were still able to move, they were almost carried around by the civilians to look for cover. Those who were injured on their hands only took a grenade and hid outside the yard where the bandits were imprisoned.

Inside the courtyard wall, the bandits and prisoners were almost quarreling at this time.

Someone lowered his voice, "... Let's go over the wall together later, I don't believe that these Eighth Route Army members can do anything to me!"

The wounded soldier next to him curled his lips: "Your mother is not injured, you can run away. If the Eighth Route Army really throws grenades in, I will be injured... and what should we do if we brothers who can't run away?"

The previous one answered indifferently: "Then you hide in the house first, even if the Eighth Route Army really throws grenades in, you won't be afraid!"

The other person next to him objected: "I just looked at it. There were people on the roofs outside the wall. If we climbed the wall... I guess they would probably be sieve once they got on the wall! If you want to run, you run by yourself, so I'll wait here..."

"I think Commander Wang should have taken the wrong medicine this time. Although we were caught by the Eighth Route Army, the Eighth Route Army has always kept its word and can put us back in a few days. I really don't understand why he has to use force against the Eighth Route Army!"

"You know, this time we were ambushed by the Eighth Route Army. We lost at least two or three hundred spears, which is worth 20,000 to 30,000. I think... The Young Commander is probably coming for those spears this time!"

The armed work team secretly arranged for several people hiding among the bandits to have short guns on them, and at this time they had already surrounded the little leader who wanted to run away. If this guy really wanted to run away, he would shoot him directly in a while!
Chapter completed!