With a muffled sound of "Boom~", a 60mm caliber mortar shell flew out of the barrel.
After flying in the air for less than two seconds, they landed behind two Japanese soldiers who were hiding behind a big rock and were trying to fight back.
Among them was a Japanese second lieutenant, who was blown away on the spot.
Then, the battle lasted for about 3 minutes, and it came to an end with all the Japs in a small group killed.
It looked like a bloody battlefield that could be described as bloody.
A very playful smile appeared on Hu Biao's face, and he immediately issued a series of orders:
"Xiling, Lao J, AT, the three of you go and put down your sentries, don't let the Japanese sneak attack you.
Zhuye, Zhui Feng, Xu Feng, Fei Falcon, and Pang Zhi will take the new people under your care to clean up the battlefield and let them 'get rich'.
The remaining people quickly strengthened the fortifications. I thought that the few Japanese soldiers just now were just the vanguard of the Songshan detachment. It is estimated that there will be more fierce battles later."
A more intense battle, in the eyes of veterans who have experienced battles, is just that.
But under such a magical word as Ruoyin's "get rich", everyone's spirits were lifted.
They probably thought that this harvest could make up for the poor economic conditions to some extent.
More importantly, how will the rookies perform in such a process of collecting trophies? Just think of some exciting scenes that may happen.
One by one, these things suddenly became full of energy.
Of course, when the rookies started to take action, Hu Biao did not forget to give a solemn explanation, and he should have explained it to the rookies such as Po Luo:
"Please pay attention, you must be smart when cleaning the battlefield.
Not only do you need to pay attention to those simple landmines, don't let yourself step on the mines you have worked so hard to lay; there are also these devils who are too good at pretending to be dead.
Remember, no matter who looks dead or not, be sure to get a shot or a bayonet before collecting trophies..."
So under such an order from Hu Biao, the commander of the street attack.
The five rookies, including Hanzi, Shi Polu, Poluo, Feng, and Ashtray, looked at each other with a wry smile and exchanged their depressed moods.
One by one, they acted honestly and walked out of such a position with guns in hand.
During such a process, the old comrade who was born in the 1970s broke the gong and took a deep breath in his mouth instinctively.
As someone who is almost 50 years old, with his extensive life experience, he can certainly understand and understand a lot of things.
Hu Biao's current statement and approach are actually to let them experience some bad things and adapt to the battlefield environment faster.
In addition, choosing this kind of thing is actually always a two-way street.
Now he is considering whether to go deeper and have some contact with this Zhongzhou team; I believe that the people in the Zhongzhou team are also observing these newcomers, choosing and determining the targets to absorb.
Regarding this, he believed that Shi Polu and other newcomers had also noticed it.
Maybe he didn't see it as thoroughly as he did, but he still saw part of it.
Therefore, in such an environment that was far more bloody than a slaughterhouse, the five rookies also took action one after another.
After walking forward for about fifty steps, Poluo stopped.
Mainly because he saw a Japanese soldier lying in front of him, whose lower body was shot away by the M2 Browning heavy machine gun fire.
After enduring the sight of the bloody Japs, my heart surged violently.
Poluo picked up the Garand in his hand and fired a shot with a bang.
Because of the extremely close distance, the PLA veteran's shot without any suspense hit the Japanese soldier who should have been dead long ago.
At the moment he was hit by the bullet, the Japanese didn't even react to move. He was definitely dead before.
It was precisely because of this that Po Luo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, feeling that the test of Hu Biao and his grandsons was just that.
I never thought that I would be walking with him. Zhu Ye, the old bird who was currently carrying him, suddenly started shouting:
"Break the gong, go up and turn over the Japs corpse, and take out all the previous belongings, weapons and ammunition from his body.
By the way! These little devils don't know how they developed this bad habit. They like to melt the gold and other precious metals they robbed and then install big gold teeth on themselves. Don't forget to knock them all out.
You only need two of these, and I can give them to you or your wife when you take them home and make them into a big gold ring.
Okay, let me just say this first, remember to move your hands faster, otherwise the Japanese follow-up troops will come over when the time comes."
It should be noted that Bamboo Leaf was originally a rookie with Chinese characters.
But I don’t know if his kick was too hard at the beginning. After that, Hanzi followed Zhui Feng, a little yellow guy, and replaced him with an old comrade like Po Luo.
Regarding this point, Zhuye is not unhappy at all.
Therefore, while talking to Po Luo, Zhuye himself began to get busy; mainly because it was really only five rookies who were allowed to do it, such a small battlefield might take a long time to memorize.
He didn't even make a move to fire, as if he was trying to save limited bullets.
Like a hard-working and skilled farmer, Zhuye stabbed the Japanese soldier's chest with a "swish" movement of his bayonet.
When the bayonet struck, the position was terrifyingly precise.
Completely avoiding the Japs' ribs, he stabbed deeply through the gap between the two ribs, and then stirred it out of habit.
God knows! Such an honest guy like Zhuye has done this kind of thing many times.
Although the level of proficiency cannot be said to be as good as that of a cook, but such proficiency is terrifying, which made Po Luo feel a little panicked after seeing this scene.
After taking out the bayonet, Zhuye quickly threw away the 38-type carbine that the Japanese had at hand and slung it on his shoulder.
Then, various things were found from the large and small pockets of the dead Japanese.
Even during such a process, he didn't even forget to touch the Japanese's crotch twice. Miraculously, Zhuye actually found something from the Japanese's crotch.
It was a small leather bag, and when it was poured out, there were several gold rings and earrings.
It was not until the end that Zhuye pinched open the devil's mouth, and looked inside like he was looking at the teeth of an animal.
He cursed and muttered: "It's just three gold teeth. This grandson is not doing well."
He said that, but it didn't delay him at all. He shot the butt of his gun twice in succession and hit such a devil in the mouth.
In the end, just like pulling three green onions from one's own vegetable patch for dipping into sauce, three big bloody teeth were taken out from the devil's mouth.
I just threw it into a cross-body cowhide bag, and in such a leather bag, I had already thrown many things such as gold rings, bracelets, oceans, and watches.
The above series of movements of bamboo leaves requires a lot of writing.
But in actual terms, it only happened in less than a minute, which is as neat as a skilled worker on the assembly line.
In front of Po Luo, after quickly clearing up such a victory.
Zhuye took the bayonet blade again, which was still dripping with blood, and stabbed the two Japanese who died together with two more bayonets.
By the way, he gave a signal with his eyes, telling Po Luo to act quickly and stop inking.
"What the hell! What's so great about this? What haven't I seen in this grade?"
After receiving such a look from Zhuye, Poluo cursed in his heart to cheer himself up.
He mustered up the courage to step forward and turn over the Japanese who had been shot by him.
Then, I saw a picture of someone who had been shot in the face with a 7.62mm full-power bullet from a Garand semi-automatic rifle.
The entire gums and half of the bridge of the nose were exposed.
Damn it! That’s a vicious thing.
In an instant, this old comrade who was born in the 1970s said "Wow~" and vomited it out in a spluttering manner, unable to stop it no matter what.
In the darkness where he was vomiting, he could faintly hear a burst of laughter coming from the position behind him.
"Such a bunch of grandsons." The old comrade Po Gong, who had a string of snot bubbles hanging from his nostrils, couldn't help but cursed in his heart...