As soon as his head was exposed, the bullet clanked through the helmet on his head, knocking the helmet off in one fell swoop, as if it had been hit on the head. His body fell backwards, making no sound. On his forehead, a blood hole oozed bright red blood.
The two Japanese soldiers leaning against the wall looked frightened and their whole bodies were trembling.
What terrible Chinese people! They didn’t even see the Chinese people, and two of them were already dead!
"Retreat, retreat!" One of the Japanese soldiers retreated.
"Baga!" Another Japs cursed, pushed away the soldier beside him, held the gun and pulled the trigger randomly, then pulled the bolt, and then pulled the trigger. However, a figure had quietly touched behind them, the thug.
He caught the Japanese who wanted to retreat and thrust his bayonet into him without even making a sound. His eyes lost color.
The nearly crazy Japanese soldier fired randomly, and all five bullets were quickly used up. He turned around to replenish bullets, and saw a man standing in front of him, stabbing the little man with a bloody bayonet.
The Japanese did not react, and his consciousness was still at the moment before death. He heard the Chinese man's words.
Because he spoke in Japanese: "Don't come to China again in your next life!"
He quickly understood a team of four Japs, and casually tore off the bullet bag and two grenades from the Japs. He then went to find the remaining seven Japs. The Japs who entered were in a team of thirteen people, divided into three teams.
Two teams had four people, and one team had five people. He killed two people in the middle team, and annihilated the left team with seven people left.
He wants to turn the northern end of the village into a burial place for Japanese soldiers!
The positions of the only seven remaining Japanese soldiers have been controlled by him for a long time. On the battlefield, familiarity with the battlefield, understanding of the battlefield, and mastery of the battlefield are necessary conditions. Only in this way can they be as comfortable as a fish in water on the battlefield, while the Japanese army is very confident.
The battlefield location in Jiancun is very unfamiliar, and they need to explore every corner by themselves. However, their enemy is a super soldier who is very familiar with the battlefield environment.
The seven Japanese soldiers, including the Japanese squad leader, knew in their hearts that the seven of them could not get separated. Any separation would give the enemy an opportunity, and they must stay together.
"Baga, it's been so long since we came in, so many people have died, but we haven't even seen a shadow of the Chinese!"
"Cunning Chinaman!"
"Let's be careful. The Chinese are very cunning. They like to sneak attack from behind. Mr. Mangkhut, please help me watch my back. I don't want to be stolen by the Chinese!"
"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him, but the enemy is too cunning. We haven't been able to find him, which is very unfavorable for us..."
Bang!
Suddenly, a very sudden gunshot stopped the voice of Mangkhut who was speaking. He fell heavily to the ground, his helmet collided with the ground and made a clanging sound. He was thrown a long distance. The six Japanese soldiers looked at him in shock.
Under the mangosteen, there was a round bloody hole on the side of his head.
They quickly evaded, with a hint of nervousness in their expressions, and looked around frantically, looking for their invisible enemy.
Bang!
There was another gunshot.
A Japanese soldier fell heavily to the ground. The living Japanese soldiers stared blankly at the man who fell on the ground. Their expressions were filled with disbelief, and there was a hint of fear in the disbelief, which was the fear of the unknown enemy.
"Baga!! Chinese people! Come out!"
The Japanese squad leader held a gun with a distorted face, fired randomly into the sky, and cursed loudly in a sharp voice. The Japanese soldiers beside him quickly grabbed him.
"Captain, calm down, the Chinese are hiding in the dark, we can't find them!"
The team leader said with a distorted face: "Then search all the houses and find the Chinese people."
The Japanese soldiers beside him looked at their own people. Two more people had just been killed by the Chinese, and there were only five left. It was not easy to search the entire Niujia Village, so some Japanese soldiers proposed to retreat first, and the squadron leader
Make a decision, otherwise they will all die here and not be able to bring the news here out.
The Japanese were smart. The enemy was hiding in the dark. They decided to divide into two people to retreat, leaving three people to stay behind and be responsible for covering. They seemed to want to use this method to find the enemy hiding in the dark.
A call came around the corner. Xia Yuan looked at the Japanese troops in the distance through the crack of the window. He could clearly see the actions of the five Japanese soldiers. After leaving the team, the two Japanese soldiers quickly evacuated out of the village with their guns in hand.
The remaining three Japanese soldiers formed a triangle and evacuated carefully and very slowly in three directions.
Very orderly cooperation. If a warrior with little experience comes here, he will probably be helpless in such a situation.
Whether you fight the three Japanese Japs or the two retreating Japs, the result is that your position will be exposed.
Xia Yuan did not want to get entangled with these three Japanese Japs. Instead, he went around to find the two Japanese Japs who were retreating. He hid at the corner of their retreat route, grabbed a sharp bayonet, and turned on the sound identification function.
, in this quiet village, he could clearly hear the very heavy footsteps of the Japanese troops flying over.
As he continued to approach his position, Xia Yuan pounced on him like an evil tiger, driving straight in with the bayonet in his hand. When he bumped into a Japanese soldier, the bayonet penetrated his clothes and flesh, and hot and bright red blood gushed out from the wound.
, the whole palm feels sticky, warm and slippery.
"ah!!"
The Japanese grabbed Xia Yuan with his backhand and stared at the Chinese man in front of him with his bloodshot eyes. The pain in his body made his face distort. He used all his strength and shouted: "Fuyuan Jun!!!"
Kill, kill him!"
Xia Yuan raised his head, with blood splattered on his face, and his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.
The Japanese soldier holding the gun was frightened by this sudden scene. In just a moment of confusion, he used his strong force to slide the bayonet down. The bayonet was like a sharp kitchen knife, and he cut it
It was disemboweled, and blood mixed with the defeated contents flowed out from the cut parts. In an instant, the pungent smell of blood filled the entire alley.
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Xia Yuan drew his knife and rushed at the Japanese soldier who was stunned for a moment and was about to react. The bayonet penetrated his stomach.
As he watched the sharp bayonet cut open his stomach, his consciousness began to become blurred, his mind was buzzing, his vision turned black, and he lay heavily on the ground motionless.
The pungent smell of blood did not make Xia Yuan feel uncomfortable. He collected all the ammunition from the Japs and put them in his helmet. Carrying two guns on his back, he came to a half-collapsed house and threw the ammunition into the bedroom.
, with the gun slung on his back, he walked out covered in the blood of the Japanese, looking like a god of death who had just walked out of hell.
"There are three more."
Xia Yuan held the bayonet in his hand and walked out of the yard with cold eyes.
At this time, the three Japanese Japs did not know that the two companions they had sent out had been killed by Xia Yuan. They naively believed that as long as the two of them left the village and told the squadron leader what happened in the village, the squadron leader would immediately send someone there.
reinforcements, but little did they know that danger was coming quietly.
"Oda-kun and the others should have left the village. We just need to keep an eye on them until reinforcements arrive."
The surviving team leader looked around through the window with a thankful face. At this time, they had entered a intact room, locked the door tightly, and thought they were hiding safely.
The remaining two Japanese soldiers looked frightened, obviously frightened by today's encounter. A small team entered the village, but before they saw the shadow of the enemy, only five of them died.
"I wonder if Oda-kun and the others can escape."
"We didn't hear gunshots, so everything is still possible."
"There is no need to make random guesses. We have to believe Mr. Oda. He is protected by the amulet his mother gave him. He has escaped death several times. Mr. Oda is lucky!"
The team leader turned his head and said: "We just need to stick to it, believe in the empire, believe in the emperor..."
Before the word 'Your Majesty' could be uttered, a dull gunshot sounded in the silent village. The bullet turned into a deadly shadow, penetrated the window with a pop, and penetrated the head of the Japanese squad leader.
One shot to the head!
His eyes widened and he fell to the ground with a look of disbelief.
The two Japanese soldiers sitting on the ground were immediately frightened and stared blankly at the squad leader who fell to the ground with a thud. One second they were still talking to them, and the next second they were surrounded by the invisible group of Chinese.
People were shot.
The two Japanese soldiers were extremely depressed. They held their guns and looked at the peaceful surroundings with despair. There were houses everywhere, and there was no trace of the man at all.
Suddenly, a Japanese soldier saw a figure flashing past the broken wall in the distance. He immediately exclaimed: "Chinese!"
He randomly picked up his gun and fired, and the Japanese soldiers beside him also followed him and fired randomly. The banging gunfire sounded very panicky.
Xia Yuan had a cold expression on his face and looked around. The bullets hit the earthen wall on his side. He didn't panic at all. He slowly loaded the bullets into the 38-type rifle.
Enough for five bullets, aim at the far window and pull the trigger.
Gunfire rang out and a Japanese soldier fell to the ground.
He heard the last living Japanese soldier yelling loudly, with despair and collapse in his tone. The gunshots were fired intermittently. The Japanese soldier was shooting randomly as if he was crazy. Finally, he saw the attack.
Their Chinese people, covered in blood, stood behind the broken wall, like devils coming out of hell.
The Japanese soldier slowly put down his gun and looked at the Chinese man in horror. He had never seen such an enemy that made people scared from the bottom of his heart. Never before. The Chinese man stood there quietly and raised his gun.
He picked up the gun and pulled the trigger.
There was relief on his face as he fell, but there was deep regret in his pupils, but it was already too late, the bullet had penetrated his heart, and the color of his pupils was fading rapidly.
It took Xia Yuan less than twenty minutes to eliminate a small group of Japanese troops. He quickly collected the remaining weapons and ammunition of the small group, including more than 300 rounds of ammunition, nineteen Japanese Type 97 grenades, bedding, and military uniforms.
There are more than ten sets, and some Japanese gadgets, mostly watches.
While Xia Yuan was observing the movements of the Japanese troops, he was collecting useful things. The gunfire stopped suddenly, and it wouldn't take long for the Japanese to react.
"A squadron has lost contact. I wonder how the squadron leader will feel!"
Xia Yuan divided the bullets and grenades into several piles and placed them in different locations, just like those on Shangganling. The weapons and ammunition were separated to facilitate the supply of weapons and ammunition while wandering. After doing all this, he hid in a crack.
Through the cracked window, he quietly observed the Japanese troops in the distance.
The Japanese mortars have been lined up in a row, and the gap is not very large. They may bombard Niujia Village at any time.
This formation also suppressed Sanbao in the distance, but what he was thinking more about was Xia Yuan's safety. The gunfire in the north of the village had stopped, and the battle was basically over, but it was not clear who won.
It is easier said than done to fight against a small team of Japanese soldiers, especially when they think about it, both sides realize that it is too big. Even though he is full of confidence in Xia Yuan, he subconsciously thinks that this is an unreasonable thing.
It is extremely possible that if you are not careful, you may be killed by the Japanese devils.
There is no doubt that Sanbao's worries were unnecessary. After a while, Xia Yuan sent him weapons and ammunition, some bullets and grenades, as well as some guns.
Sanbao quickly asked about the situation, and Xia Yuan said: "Kill them all, leaving no one alive. Those Japanese devils don't know the situation in the village yet, but they will always react after the gunfire stops."
Sanbao asked again: "Then what should we do next?"
Xia Yuan shook his head, "There is no other way but to fight. The Japanese will react. We can only withstand the Japanese attack. In the face of huge casualties, for such a village, the little Japanese will weigh the pros and cons, and finally
Will give up the current attack."
An unimportant village has no special strategic significance. Even if the Japanese kill them and capture the village, they will get nothing but more than 300 corpses.
Of course, another situation cannot be ruled out, that is, the Japanese army, with such huge casualties and loss of face, will increase their investment in order to regain their own face.
The situation was the same as Ganling. Van Fleet initially only used a few battalions of troops to carry out an apportionment plan. He promoted through the media that he was going to capture the triangular mountain range. In the end, he fought for several days in a row but failed to capture it.
, and the media all over the world are paying attention to Van Fleet's apportionment plan. There is no doubt that if Van Fleet withdraws his troops at this time, he will lose all face. For his own face, he invested in the US Seventh Division.
, Han's Second Division, as a result, the two divisions were defeated one after another, and they were unable to capture the triangular mountain peak.
In the end, it failed, and Van Fleet's face was still not saved.