The Japanese soldiers' flares rose into the sky, reflecting the pale whiteness of the streets and alleys and houses, making it as eerie as hell. With the light, the sight was no longer blocked by darkness, but it was not the Japanese who benefited.
Yang Dashu carried his precious machine gun, fired a magazine and moved it to another place. This was a life-saving skill that Yang Ling taught him, and he was already very familiar with it now.
Every time the Japanese soldiers tried to knock him out, he would move his position in advance as slippery as a loach, and then appear in another place and continue firing. The slippery poplar trees drove the Japanese grenade launchers crazy.
Hey, little devil, just follow me and eat ashes. Yang Dashu moved his nest triumphantly and fixed the tripod of the Type 96 light machine gun on a new sandbag. He was about to continue to show off his power when suddenly the surroundings became bright.
, those were the Japanese firing flares into the sky.
Yang Dashu withdrew his eyes from Hei Jun's sky and fell on the Japanese soldiers more than ten meters away. He broke out in a cold sweat. He did not expect that the Japanese soldiers had touched under his eyes. The Japanese soldiers did not expect that the surroundings were suddenly photographed.
It was bright, and he was immediately exposed in front of the sandbag.
Yang Dashu's eyes suddenly caught sight of these Japanese soldiers holding something in their hands, and it was smoking. Damn it, it was a grenade!
Ignoring the hot barrel, Yang Dashu hugged the machine gun and fired. The bullets rushed out of the muzzle with gunpowder smoke, and the barrage swept towards the Japanese soldiers. Yang Dashu clenched his teeth and followed the spray of the machine gun.
Trembling with tongues of fire.
Puff puff - there was no way to hide from a distance of more than ten meters. Several Japanese soldiers who were exposed to the bright light of the flare were beaten to death, trembling and covered with blood mist.
Before the grenades in their hands were thrown out, a chain explosion immediately occurred. They were instantly swallowed up by the scorching fire. A rain of flesh and blood rained down from the sky, and the poplar trees were covered with them. They watched as they were blown to pieces.
He was still frightened by the massive Japanese soldiers.
"Yang Dashu, don't be stunned, cover the company commander!" Liu Yidao came out of the house in disgrace and shouted at Yang Dashu at the top of his lungs.
In fact, without Liu Yidao's reminder, Yang Dashu had already seen a group of people rushing out of the collapsing building. He immediately turned his gun and began to suppress the Japanese soldiers diagonally opposite.
Damn the flares! Darkness is the best cover for breaking out, but the Japs kept firing flares, and the surrounding area was like daylight. Yang Ling and the others were directly exposed to the firepower of the Japs soldiers.
The surrounding Japanese soldiers also discovered the people who broke out from the broken building, and they hurriedly pulled the bolts of their guns and shot in this direction. However, Yang Ling and the others were running sideways, and the Japanese soldiers fired a row of bullets in a hurry, and almost all of them were empty. Their machine gunners
Stay behind and be anxious, because if they open fire, their own riflemen will bear the brunt.
"Kill and change!" Seeing that the shooting was ineffective, a Japanese lieutenant pulled out his saber and directed the Japanese soldiers to start an assault, trying to entangle the people who broke through.
Facing the Japanese soldiers rushing over from dozens of meters away, Li Tiezhu, who was lagging behind, subconsciously wanted to attach a bayonet to his gun. However, he was a little anxious. The bayonet slipped from his hand and fell into the blood puddle on the ground. He hurriedly squatted down to pick it up.
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As soon as his hand touched the bloody bayonet, a Japanese soldier with a bayonet holding it out shouted frantically and arrived in front of him. He could even feel the cold light of the shining bayonet. It was over, and Li Tiezhu had no time to stand up and greet him.
The enemy seemed to be able to hear the sound of bayonets piercing flesh.
Phew! A big knife appeared in the air and hit the Japs soldier hard on the head. Li Tiezhu only felt the warm and sticky stuff splashing on his face, and then heard a muffled thud. The ferocious Japs soldier
It has rolled to its feet.
"Run quickly!"
Li Tiezhu was pulled up from the ground by a big hand. He stepped on the sticky and uneven ground and hurriedly ran along an alley. It was dark in front of him, but he could vaguely see the burly and strong figure of the man who rescued him. He was so strong.
Li Tiezhu muttered to himself, but his footsteps did not stop, because a large number of Japanese soldiers behind him had already charged madly.
The crazy energy of the Japs' charge was mind-numbing, as if they would jump in without hesitation if there was a mountain of swords and fire in front of them. Li Tiezhu was not willing to fight hand-to-hand with these lunatics if he had to, so he accelerated his pace even more.
After stumbling down the dark alley for only a few dozen meters, suddenly the roofs on both sides rang out like firecrackers were set off. The sudden explosion made Li Tiezhu stumble to the ground, and his hands were shattered.
The rubble opened a hole, and he hurriedly hid at the base of the wall, thinking it was a Japanese soldier.
Liu Yidao heard Li Tiezhu's groan behind him as he fell, and turned around to pull him back: "That's one of our own, let's leave quickly."
Only then did Li Tiezhu realize that all the violent bullets were pouring towards the Japs. The Japs who were charging madly from behind were blocked by the death barrage in the middle of the alley, screaming and moaning, which made Li Tiezhu feel relieved.
, the steps became lighter.
Running out of the dark alley, Li Tiezhu suddenly saw many people dressed as Japanese soldiers standing on the street in front of him. He secretly said, "Oh no," but when he saw Liu Yidao walking forward and speaking, he put away his hand.
gun.
Whether it is an ambush or a rescue operation, the most important thing is not how to deploy the troops to maximize the firepower advantage, but to find an escape route in advance, because in this way, no matter whether it is successful or not, you can evacuate safely.
The fighting here triggered alarms in Suzhou City. A large number of Japanese soldiers were coming towards this side. Yang Ling made a decisive decision and immediately ordered Wu Jiang to take the brothers who had broken out to retreat along the established route. He led Yang Dashu and others.
More than ten brothers died.
Wu Jiang didn't hesitate at all. With a wave of his hand, he led the people into a courtyard and went straight to the back door without stopping.
Yang Ling raised his gun and shot the Japanese soldier who had just popped his head over there. With a bang, the Japanese soldier fell to the ground.
"Baga!" Yang Ling heard the Japs officer's angry curses in the darkness, and random bullets flew over the wall.
"Let's go, retreat along the alley!" Yang Ling hunched over and jumped out. Yang Dashu followed closely, holding the machine gun with a hot barrel. They wanted to lead the Japanese in another direction and cover the evacuation of others.
Yang Dashu had been following Yang Ling's footsteps, holding a machine gun and an ammunition bag dangling from his body. He started panting after running a few steps.
As soon as Yang Ling stepped out of the alley, he suddenly retracted. Yang Dashu lost his balance and bumped into his back. He staggered and almost fell. He was about to ask what was going on when he suddenly heard the roar of a motor coming from the street in front of him.
Voice.
A few beams of strong light illuminated the street. It was the motorcycle of the Japanese soldier. Yang Dashu suddenly turned pale and felt panicked. There were wolves in front of him and tigers in the back. Damn it, it looked like the boat was about to capsize in the gutter.
"Don't be nervous, we are wearing Japanese clothes." Yang Ling still remained calm enough: "Line up! Let's go out!"
My mother, if you don’t run away now and you have to go out, then you are a living target. Yang Dashu is afraid. If the Japanese recognize him and attack them directly, none of them will be able to escape.
Yang Dashu was scared and his legs were a little weak, but sooner or later the Japanese would catch up if he stayed here, so he simply shook his neck and followed Yang Ling and the others out.