Miraculously, when the remaining netizens, except for the sick boy, successfully rushed into the tower, the bright moon in the sky emerged from the dark clouds again.
The bright moonlight shone on the earth, making everyone's sight better again.
In this way, it will be more convenient for everyone to fight in the future.
The only problem is that in the clear sight of the Japs on the rooftop, the patient brother who is now limping over has become an excellent target.
After realizing this, the sick brother Swordsman, who was hobbling on his feet, panicked.
Fortunately, at such a critical moment, staff officer Yang Dongli was finally reliable for once.
"Listen to the traitors upstairs, I'll give you a chance to perform meritorious service. If you want to survive, kill the remaining two Japs, and then throw their bodies and all the weapons down from the turret~
"
After raising his head, Yang Dongli put his hands to his mouth to form a trumpet shape, and shouted so loudly.
Mainly based on the situation analysis, there are at most two Japanese grenade operators left upstairs.
At the same time, a group of red-eyed netizens had already finished killing all the Japanese and traitors on the ground.
Each corpse was covered with dense wounds. This was mainly their instinctive way of venting the unprecedented fear and anger in their hearts.
When Yang Dongli shouted something like an ultimatum, those guys had already begun to clean up the battlefield happily.
Whether it was a bloody Type 38 rifle, an off-brand rifle stained with suspicious white objects, or other rare supplies, they were all happily grabbed in their hands and played with like treasures.
In a short period of time, the battle brought about huge and astonishing changes for them.
There will no longer be the kind of thing that happened before, where no one even dared to take out the lighter from the corpses of a few little yellow hairs.
After the first murder, no psychological or mental discomfort appeared on them at all, at least not yet.
Even a few middle-aged uncles, regardless of their decades of age, were fighting for Cao Chang's samurai sword.
Blushing and thick-necked, he pulled the samurai sword in front of him with all his strength, shouting loudly and giving various reasons:
"Hurry up and let me go. This should be the little devil's lieutenant's command sword. It was the first one I saw. I want to take it back to make a family heirloom~"
"Hey, who do you think you are? You have also stepped on this huge earth, so why don't you say it's yours?"
"Brothers and old men, please be reasonable. I got it first. Give it to me to save face! Next time we come to Shuangqing, I'll treat everyone to hot pot~"
In short, the netizens who realized that they had the advantage are now filled with feverish excitement.
And considering that they were still using shabby equipment such as spears and broadswords before, they were full of desire for these serious equipment.
Therefore, it is understandable that there is such a fierce competition.
The only problem is that they seemed to have completely forgotten to treat their comrades who were lying on the ground outside the gun tower, including their trainee commander.
It should be said or not, maybe these people still have a breath of life and are worth saving.
But amid the bustling scene downstairs, the remaining Japanese and puppet troops upstairs fell into a dead silence and did not open fire on the poor sick man.
They have realized their current dire situation and have no intention of killing such a wounded person who seems to be of little value...
As time passed, the patient brother finally successfully entered the blockhouse.
At this time, not only was he covered in cold sweat, but his face was as pale as white paper.
And everyone's search for loot has almost stripped the Japanese and puppet soldiers naked, allowing everyone to get some bits and pieces.
For example:
The legendary Yuan Datou is obviously a gold jewelry for women, a legal currency with the image of Mr. Zhongshan and a central reserve volume, and a military ticket of the Japanese devils.
Botou brand matches, Asahi brand cigarettes, cans, a small number of steel helmets, ill-fitting leather shoes, belts, bullet boxes, etc.
There was even a calfskin box containing an antique-looking ‘Olympic brand’ camera from the island nation.
Not to mention that among such a large number of things, many of them just look strange and have little practical effect.
The trophies harvested by many netizens are quite generous.
The only pity is that the remaining Japs and puppet troops upstairs were unwilling to surrender honestly when faced with their ultimatum; instead, they would open fire on the stairs whenever they heard the slightest sound of them trying to go upstairs.
During this period, a grenade was thrown down once, which almost caused huge casualties to the people below.
Fortunately, the middle-aged warehouse manager, Master Xiongnu, was quick-sighted and picked up the corpse of a Japanese soldier, pressed him down on it, and then sat down on the Japanese corpse.
Even so, the shock wave generated by the explosion shocked him enough.
In such a situation, Hu Biao struggled to get up amidst the sound of "Ouch~"; then this guy with ragged wounds all over his body limped into the turret.
Good guy! In the close-range explosion of the stabbing thunder, this guy actually didn't die.
It seems that changing the original one-meter-long wooden pole of the Stinging Thunder to an astonishing length like a bamboo penny has played a very big role.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but everyone always thinks this product looks a little different.
What should I say? It must be that when everyone looked at him, they clearly felt the prestige of Hu Biao, some of which was gained by taking the lead in fighting to the death.
In such a prestige that has been worked hard for, everyone's performance is obviously different.
A Shuangqing netizen who had already snatched the samurai sword respectfully took off the unsheathed Lieutenant Commander's sword from the Japanese belt around his waist, and then presented it to Hu Biao with both hands.
Then, another netizen handed over a pistol he had just snatched.
The problem was that when he saw this pistol, it turned out to be a "bastard box that makes it difficult to commit suicide", which was the Japs's Southern Type 14 pistol. Hu Biao frowned and pushed the gun back.
Then, he raised an eyebrow at the Hun Master.
Upon seeing this, the Hun Master felt extremely emotional, but in the end he picked up the hem of his vest and handed over a shell gun that looked 80% new.
This new shell gun was pulled from the body of a puppet army officer.
While playing with the pistol, Hu Biao's face finally showed an expression of satisfaction.
Because he read it correctly, this shell gun should be produced by the original Mauser factory, or it should be an improved version that uses 9 mm caliber pistol bullets. People in the world nicknamed it "Big Red Nine".
Looking at the workmanship that was obviously more refined than that of the 'Jin Made No. 17 Type', as well as the incomprehensible German characters on the gun, as well as the serious factory serial number, Hu Biao was quite satisfied with this trophy.
If there is anything I am not satisfied with, it would be that this ‘Big Red Nine’ is still loaded with 10 rounds.
If it were replaced with a 20-round bomb with more sustained firepower, Hu Biao would probably be even more satisfied.
While Hu Biao was fiddling with Dahongjiu with satisfaction, Yang Dongli, after hesitating for a moment, still transformed the cigarette case from his trouser pocket.
He took out a crumpled one and stuffed it into Hu Biao's mouth, then polished a match and helped light it.
In such a euphemistic way, he expressed his recognition of Hu Biao's status as a trainee commander...