Xia Yuan held a gun and quickly approached the Japanese troops downstairs. These Japanese soldiers had not noticed a figure approaching in the darkness in the distance. The focus of their attack was still on Platoon Leader Zhao and others, as well as this two-story building.
The walls of the small building were basically broken and collapsed. Smoke from the explosion of grenades floated out from the two-story building. The voice of resistance was almost gone. The Japanese soldiers approached the downstairs unscrupulously. The Japanese soldiers who stayed behind to cover placed grenades on their helmets.
He knocked it and threw it to the second floor. In the violent explosion, broken rubble fell from the upstairs and fell on the Japanese soldiers.
These Japanese soldiers had already begun to break down the door, stepping on the corpses of the soldiers from the new barracks at the door. They quickly approached and leaned against the wall downstairs. They looked up at the second floor and noticed that there was no counterattack from the Chinese. The captain of the Japanese detachment
He immediately gestured to the soldiers to attack the national troops upstairs.
"There is no gunfire, are everyone dead?" Xia Yuan hid behind the broken wall, squinting at the Japanese troops in the distance, carefully observing the number and layout of the Japanese soldiers.
Six Japanese ghosts were leaning against the wall downstairs, three were groping through the windows, and three were entering through the main door.
There were six Japanese soldiers on the broken wall at the rear, holding a crooked gun with the muzzle pointed at the second floor. Two machine gun deputies were on both sides of the light machine gun.
The Japanese army's offensive formation was perfect, covering and attacking in a very orderly manner.
"Destroy the light machine gun team first." Xia Yuan glanced at the second floor, hoping that the people inside were still alive.
The Japanese were attacking on the second floor, and Platoon Leader Zhao was also ready to die. The young soldier leaned against the corner, preparing to take advantage of the chaos of the battle. Platoon Leader Zhao bought him time to escape.
Suddenly, the sound of gunshots rang out nearby broke the calm water surface, and the undercurrent suddenly stirred up.
The two Japanese soldiers who were responsible for watching the machine gun team heard the whistling of bullets in their ears. Then they saw the Japanese man operating the light machine gun falling to the ground. They turned their heads in horror, raised their guns and aimed towards the darkness in the distance.
It is the direction design from which the gunshots were heard.
Poof, two bullets tore open the Japanese soldier's skull, and he fell to the ground. The machine gun team suddenly became silent.
The Japanese soldiers hiding in the wall were shouting, warning that the enemy appeared behind them. In the invisible darkness, there was a vague muzzle flame flickering. The distance was obviously very close, but the strange thing was that the flame flickering from the muzzle was not obvious.
, Under the tense situation, no one paid attention to this, and the Japanese soldiers raised their guns and pulled the trigger in the direction of Xia Yuan's shooting, regardless of the two-story building behind them.
The bullets whizzed into the darkness. Xia Yuan had lost his figure and disappeared into the darkness, walking quickly between the ruins. The Japanese were still shooting, naively thinking that the Chinese on the opposite side had been suppressed by them.
This group of Japanese devils indeed thought so, because the Chinese people they encountered were really weak and pitiful. A team of several hundred people was forcibly chased and suppressed by a small team of them, and was wiped out along the way.
There are a large number of Chinese soldiers. This group of Chinese people have no combat experience. Even if they escape, they are very chaotic. There are no rules and there are no people to stop them. They are all running away.
Such a vulnerable army, how powerful can their soldiers be?
Little did they know, they were facing a man who had experienced hundreds of battles and had climbed out step by step from hails of bullets and mountains of blood. His combat experience far exceeded that of any Japanese soldier. As they approached quietly, a grenade flew out of the darkness.
When they came over, the Japanese soldiers who were shooting in the yard had no idea what was going on. There was a boom and a grenade exploded above their heads.
On the spot, four Japanese soldiers were pierced by broken shrapnel. They were lying on the ground, their bodies twitching, and blood kept coming out of their wounds.
"Baga, the Chinese man is not dead yet, he is around us, find him!"
The Japanese squad leader had a ferocious look on his face. There were more than a dozen people in a squad, and so many people died before they even saw the shadow of the Chinese. This was the most serious casualty since they went to the battlefield. More than half of the people were dead.
dead.
Platoon leader Zhao was also surprised, "Are they our reinforcements?"
He carefully poked his head out of the broken wall. It was dark and hazy, with drizzle and drizzle. He couldn't see clearly what was going on. He could only hear the sound of gunfire, explosions, and the shouts of Japanese soldiers. At this time, the Japanese army had already done something random.
The regiment, facing a formidable enemy, stopped attacking the two-story building because they encountered a more powerful enemy.
In the chaos, Captain Zhao led the young soldiers down from the broken wall on the second floor and hid quietly among the ruins.
The little soldier said: "Platoon leader, who saved us? Is it our reinforcements?"
Platoon leader Zhao suppressed his voice and said, "I don't know. Let's go look for it. It shouldn't be reinforcements. If it were reinforcements, the gunfire wouldn't be so sparse. Listen to the gunfire from other directions."
In the misty twilight, the sound of gunfire was mottled and noisy, making it very chaotic.
However, the fighting taking place in front of us was very sparse, and the shouts of the Japanese were clearly audible. It was obviously not the arrival of reinforcements.
There seemed to be a ghost in the dusk. The little soldier suddenly discovered something, and his whole body tensed up, "Platoon leader, look."
In the twilight in the distance, a black shadow was moving quickly, and soon disappeared among the ruins. Several Japanese soldiers shot randomly in the direction where the black shadow was found. The bullets disappeared into the darkness, but missed.
The black shadow moves very fast, walking on flat ground among the ruins strewn with rubble and broken walls. It even jumps and rolls on the broken walls of the ruins. The movements are pleasing to the eye.
He emerged from the darkness and appeared on the broken wall like a flicker. He raised his gun and fired. With the sound of a gunshot, without even looking at it, he jumped into the darkness and disappeared. Platoon Leader Zhao quickly stared,
He tried to see clearly the pursuing Japanese troops, but the Japanese couldn't find him at all, and one of the Japanese fell to the ground.
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The angry shouts of the Japanese soldiers were very clear even among the rumbling gunfire. Although they could not understand the shrill and angry shouts, they still felt the frustration of the Japanese squad leader who was angry but had nowhere to vent.
It made people feel surprised and admired. Platoon leader Zhao was shocked: "Where did this soldier come from? His individual combat ability is so powerful. It is simply unheard of!"
Platoon leader Zhao was shocked and stunned. Individual combat ability comes from a very professional term spoken by the company commander, which means a soldier's ability to fight against the enemy alone. The most important aspect of training in the recruit camp is also individual combat ability, but for recruits
The vast majority of the battalion are new recruits, many of whom are out-and-out farmers, and it is simply not suitable to use them in individual combat.
After more than a month of training, many people gave up before even reaching the battlefield, and even more than half of the people in the second platoon and third squad ran away.
When we actually arrived on the battlefield and had a brief contact with the enemy, the entire recruit camp was defeated as quickly as possible. Fortunately, it was raining at night, which had a certain impact on the combat capabilities of the Japanese. Otherwise, the recruit camp would have been defeated at a faster rate.
It will reach an incredible level.
And now, he actually saw on the battlefield what the company commander said about a soldier with excellent individual combat capabilities. Who is he? Is he from the new barracks? Platoon leader Zhao feels that it is unlikely. It is very likely that he is a front-line soldier.
The combat troops came out.
Platoon leader Zhao thought again and again and said: "Let's go and support him!"
He handed three of the bullets he had to the little soldier and said: "Dayong, load the bullets and let's go."
The name of the little warrior is Zheng Dayong. His name is also easy to understand. I hope he will be of great use in the future. He is just seventeen years old and is much better than most people. When he first arrived on the battlefield, many people were killed by the battlefield.
The cruelty was so frightening that some people even knelt down and begged the Japanese army to let them go. What greeted them was not bullets, but shining white bayonets.
Although Zheng Dayong was only seventeen years old, he was far more calm than ordinary people on the battlefield. Platoon leader Zhao felt that this boy was a talent and would be of great use if he survived. He was even prepared to die.
I thought that the situation had turned upside down.
It was Zheng Dayong's first time on the battlefield, but he had not experienced much combat. He had always used Zheng Dayong as his bodyguard. After all, he was so young, younger than his younger brother, and now it was time to hone Zheng Dayong.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Japanese troops who attacked them were beaten by this soldier who was very capable of fighting alone and could not fight back. Only three or four Japanese soldiers were left, who were no longer their opponents.
It was time to sharpen Zheng Dayong, so he immediately took Zheng Dayong to join the battle, hiding behind the broken wall, pointing at the Japanese in the distance, and said: "It's useless to see that figure, aim with your gun,
Then shoot."
"Platoon leader, I..." Zheng Dayong was stunned and his body was shaking a little.
"What the hell, you didn't see them killing so many of us. If those dead people were still alive now, what would they think of you? You don't even have the courage to avenge them." Platoon Leader Zhao cursed and said:
"I was ready to die just now. If I die, don't you plan to avenge me and wait for the Japanese to stick bayonets in your chests?"
Zheng Dayong was said to be ashamed by Platoon Leader Zhao. He was not afraid, but he did not want to kill anyone. He was just a farmer, farming in the fields all year round, and he still retained the genuine kindness of the Chinese people in his bones.
"Your kindness will kill you." Platoon leader Zhao saw Zheng Dayong silent and cursed. He knew in his heart that anyone going to the battlefield needs a gradual transformation process, and Zheng Dayong has already achieved this process, but
The process is somewhat tortuous.
He placed the gun on the broken wall and was about to shoot at the enemy. There was a gunshot next to him. Platoon leader Zhao turned around and saw Zheng Dayong's body shaking and squatting on the ground holding the gun. He did not dare to look.
look.
"Platoon, Platoon Commander, hit, did you hit?"
Platoon leader Zhao looked at the cowering Japanese soldiers in the distance and shook his head: "Missed."
For some reason, Zheng Dayong felt a little happy but also a little disappointed. The platoon leader was right. The Japanese had killed so many of his people, but he still couldn't bear to kill them because of his kindness.
Zheng Dayong gritted his teeth, raised his head and took aim with the gun.
"Pull the bolt, you idiot. If you don't pull the bolt, do you want to shoot!"
Hearing Platoon Leader Zhao's words, Zheng Dayong quickly pulled the bolt. Suddenly gunfire came from the other direction. He looked blankly and heard bursts of screams coming from behind the broken wall where the Japanese were hiding.
"Dead." Platoon Leader Zhao heard four gunshots and knew that there was no chance that the Japanese would survive.
"Platoon leader, look." Zheng Dayong immediately pointed to the distance and said.
In the hazy darkness, the soldier who attacked the Japanese army stood there, looking in their direction.
Platoon leader Zhao also stood up from behind the broken wall, looked at the soldier, lowered his head and said to Zheng Dayong: "Let's go over and have a look."
When they saw this man, they were immediately surprised.
"It's you!"
This man was the deputy squad leader of the third squad. Platoon leader Zhao had a very deep impression of Xia Yuan. Many recruits could not adapt to the original training, but Xia Yuan adapted perfectly. Even on the first day of entering the recruit camp,
He went to call for people in each class. Some of the veterans didn't get up, but Xia Yuan got up. His clothes were neatly dressed and the bedding was folded. His senses at first glance were very good. It doesn't matter what kind of training he will have next.
Xia Yuan was able to adapt to the training and complete the task perfectly.
And now, Xia Yuan actually gave him such a big surprise.
Not only did he save him, but he also killed an entire detachment of Japanese soldiers with his powerful individual skills.
"How many Japs have you killed?" Platoon Leader Zhao looked at Xia Yuan, who was wearing Japanese-style equipment. The weapons belonged to the Japs, the grenades hanging on his body belonged to the Japs, the bullet clips belonged to the Japs, and even the steel helmet on his head belonged to the Japs.
, the bayonet at the waist, the military kettle, and the quilt behind him are also the equipment of the Japanese devils.
The only thing that belongs to the national army is probably the military uniform on his body.
It's unbelievable how many Japanese soldiers he killed.
"Kill two teams." Xia Yuan picked up the gun on the ground, threw it to Platoon Leader Zhao and Zheng Dayong, and said: "Throw away the guns in your hands. The Japanese guns are better than ours and have better accuracy."
, has a long range and is very lethal at close range.”
Platoon leader Zhao was stunned. Why did he suddenly feel that Xia Yuan had taken control of the battlefield?
But what Xia Yuan said is right. Their guns are all old sleeves that are about to be eliminated. The bores of many firearms have been ground flat, and the accuracy of the guns is very poor. The Japs' guns are long, and the bayonets are long and the bayonets are not long.
It already occupies certain advantages.
Moreover, the gun is powerful, has sufficient range, and is accurate enough.
Then, Xia Yuan took out the grenades from the Japanese soldiers and led them to the Japanese machine gun team. He found the crooked handle, a grenade, some grenade shells and machine gun shells.
"What kind of gun is this? It looks so strange."
Platoon leader Zhao looked curious, holding the crooked handle in his arms for inspection, with a smile on his face: "What a gun, grandma, our company doesn't even have a light machine gun, but we were the first to do it."