"Brothers, give these little devils a good beating and let them see how powerful our Liujiazhuang men are!"
In the smoke-filled ruins, there were militiamen adapted from the local security forces, armed with a variety of weapons, nervously staring at the direction of the Japanese attack, their broken gongs and voices echoing in the smoke.
"Brothers, we are also ranked high in the world. This time, please show your strength and don't lose our reputation as the evil tiger in Jiangsu!"
"What a fool, let's not talk nonsense about labor and management. As long as it's a man with a seed, he'll do it!"
"Our parents, wives, and children are right behind us. If we can't stop the little devil, we'll all be doomed. Just try your best!"
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These local bosses were quite reluctant to be incorporated into the militia under the command of the North Jiangsu Corps at first, but now they have taken their old skills and sneaked into this town to prepare for a bloody battle with the little devils.
Seeing these militia bosses who were usually disobedient to discipline, the third battalion commander Shen Biao, a tough-minded man, actually had tears in his eyes.
As they say, militiamen are also soldiers, so they came back without hesitation.
Seeing these militiamen armed with a variety of weapons quickly starting to build a defense line with the help of ruins and debris, the surviving brothers of the third battalion who were ready to fight to the death were also full of surprise.
Although the Northern Jiangsu Corps is also a guerrilla force, it can be regarded as a regular army under the Central Military Commission. However, these militiamen are temporary, with no military pay, no training, and even the weapons used are those eliminated by the Northern Jiangsu Corps. It is completely A group of self-defense groups.
In the eyes of the regular army brothers, the militiamen are just a bunch of rabble. Although they don't say it with their mouths, they despise them in their hearts.
But now these people who they looked down upon came up to them when they were in the most critical moment with all kinds of crude weapons. Many of them only had large blades in their hands, and a few of them also carried large crossbows. It was moved up.
Seeing a group of chirping militiamen playing with various weapons suddenly appearing in various bunkers around them, these brothers of the Northern Jiangsu Corps were so moved that they regarded these militiamen as their own robes.
"Boss, can we change places with you? We want to put the crossbow here so it's more hidden."
Soon, several militiamen carrying crossbows walked up to a guerrilla brother and said cautiously.
"Can you kill the Japanese?"
Looking at this outdated weapon from the Cold War Era, this guerrilla brother looked suspiciously.
"Hey, boss, you can't underestimate this thing. It was very easy to use when we were guarding against bandits. Within two hundred steps, we can aim here and there. It's just that this crossbow has a little less arrows, but it's still enough for a little devil to drink. of."
When the militia brothers saw that someone was looking down upon their weapons, they immediately became unhappy and began to explain, with a look of pride on their faces as they spoke.
"The power of this thing of yours is still too low. At most, you can poke a hole in the little devil's body, and he can bandage it and still be alive and kicking to beat us." The guerrilla brother circled the crossbow twice and shook his head.
Just when the militia brothers were looked down upon and angry, the guerrilla brothers organized them.
"If you could tie explosives to the crossbow, it would be much more powerful," said the guerrilla brother.
"Tie explosives?"
After hearing the reminder from the guerrilla brothers, the militia brothers also suddenly woke up and said in realization, "Why didn't I think of that at the beginning?"
"But we haven't tried to tie explosives, and we don't have any." Soon, the expression on the militia brother's face dropped.
A smile appeared on the face of the guerrilla brother and he said: "We have explosives. I'll go look for them. You guys wait." After saying that, he ran towards the distance to look for explosive packs.
While the militia and guerrilla brothers were nervously setting up a defense line in the smoke, the Japanese soldiers also pulled the skirmisher line and slowly came towards Jieshou Town from the south gate.
It was already dark now. After the shelling in Jieshou Town, many wooden houses began to burst into flames, with flames flying wildly.
The entire town was shrouded in thick smoke and dust, and looked lifeless. It seemed that the defenders had been wiped out by the shelling, and there was no life left at all.
The little devils came over unhurriedly. They didn't assume an attacking posture, they just showed their laziness that they were going to come over for a last-ditch attack.
In the eyes of the little devil, in a small place like Jieshou Town, even if the defenders could survive the bombardment, their numbers would be small and they would be able to capture it without any effort.
The Japanese captain Yamazaki even sent people to report the victory to the detachment leader Watanabe Touichi behind him, reporting that their brigade had successfully captured Jieshou Town.
But what the little devil didn't expect was that Jieshou Town would receive reinforcements from a group of fresh troops. Although these people were not very effective in combat, it would not be easy for the little devil to capture Jieshou easily.
"Brothers, beat me hard!"
Seeing that the Japs with bayonets were approaching very close, the militia detachment leader Zhang Baozi could not help but give the order to attack.
Zhang Baozi and the others have been operating in the local area for a long time. They usually hide and tuck them away, but now it's time to make a desperate move and take out all the weapons at the bottom of the box.
Following Zhang Baozi's order, three light machine guns roared at the area of more than 100 meters they were defending, and chains of fire swept towards the Japanese.
"Puff puff!"
The Japanese soldiers were preparing to go to the ruins to replenish their wounds. When they heard the sudden sound of machine gun fire, they were startled. Under such a covering bombardment, there were still people alive?
"Ahh——"
The five or six Japanese soldiers in front fell to the ground with strange postures and howling under the fire chain fire.
"Kill Gai Gai!"
The Japanese officer leading the team was also furious. He pulled out the command knife from his waist and pressed forward fiercely!
The Japanese soldiers who were preparing to come over to finish the attack quickly changed into an attack formation. They no longer swaggered, but hunched their bodies and quickly took cover and pounced forward.
"Bang bang bang..."
The little devils spread out their attack formation and rushed forward quickly. The militiamen were extremely nervous and opened fire one after another without any orders.
"Boohoo!"
The crossbow arrows tied with explosives also flew out with a roar. Because of the explosives tied, the range was shortened by almost half, but the power became even greater.
If it is a crossbow arrow, it can penetrate at most one person, but now it is different with explosives attached, it can completely kill the enemy on a large scale.
"Boom!"
The explosive pack exploded in the group of Japs with astonishing power. The gravel and iron nails in the explosive pack flew everywhere, and the scorching air waves swept across. All the Japs more than ten meters around the explosion point were knocked down, and for a short time
A vacuum zone was formed.
"Hahaha, okay, hit, hit!"
Seeing the amazing power of the explosive pack, a militiaman jumped up excitedly.
"Get down!" Seeing this brother jumping up happily, the guerrilla officers and soldiers next to him hurriedly reminded him.
"Puff!"
But it was still a step too late. The whizzing bullets flew over, and several bloody holes suddenly appeared in the chest of this militia brother. The smile on his face froze, and his body staggered and fell into the ruins.
"Lao Man! Lao Man!"
Seeing the militiaman fall, several other militiamen rushed over sadly. However, the mouth of the militiaman who was shot was full of blood and foam, and he opened his mouth and died.