The Type 92 heavy machine gun roared ferociously in the dark night, and a chain of fire with a sharp whistle went straight towards the direction of Wang Zikun's gun.
"Damn it!" Wang Zikun was pulling the bolt of the gun and wanted to fire a second shot, but when he saw the muzzle of the gun spitting fire, he cursed and hurriedly rolled behind the stone.
A series of violent heavy machine gun bullets tore apart the dead branches and weeds where Wang Zikun lay, causing debris to fly. Mud pillars rose into the sky. The bullets splashed onto the hard stone, and stinging sparks flew everywhere.
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"There's a Chinese over there! Catch him!"
The Japanese sentries who were on alert all around also started to scream, bayonets drawn, and they fired quickly towards the place where Wang Zikun was hiding.
It was like Wang Zikun had stabbed a hornet's nest. The troops on guard against the Japanese were instantly in a panic. Seeing more and more Japanese running towards him from different directions, he did not dare to stop at all. He grabbed his rifle without turning his head.
He ran back towards the distance.
The flares rose into the sky with a sharp roar. Under the pale light, the Japanese soldiers saw Wang Zikun running in the distance and raised their guns to shoot.
The whizzing bullets kept passing by Wang Zikun. Seeing Wang Zikun jump forward and dodge left and right to perform tactical evasion, Yang Ling and others not far away were also sweating for him.
Seeing that the two little Japs were chasing too closely, Wang Zikun unscrewed the safety cover of the grenade, pulled the fuse and threw it behind him.
With a loud bang and explosion, and amid the smoke and fire, the two little Japs screamed miserably and were blown to the ground, scaring the rest of the Japs to the point where they all fell down.
Taking advantage of this time, Wang Zikun ran a few steps panting quickly, widening the distance between him and the little devil, and rushed into the darkness at the edge of the flare.
Seeing Wang Zikun disappearing from sight, the team leader who was on guard duty for the Japanese at night screamed angrily, pulled out his saber and roared in pursuit.
But as soon as he finished speaking, with the bang of a gunshot, a bullet flying from another direction penetrated his left ear without warning, and a large mass of sticky and bloody stuff spurted out of his right ear.
The Japanese squad leader seemed to be drunk, he staggered forward a few steps, and the saber fell to the ground with a clang, and he fell down like a wooden stake.
"There are enemies! There are enemies! Hidden!"
The Japanese who were about to chase Wang Zikun were startled. They all lay down on the ground in hiding, pulled the bolt of their guns and fired in the direction of another brother, causing mud and dust to fly.
After this brother fired the shot, he became as slippery as a mouse and immediately greased his feet and ran away.
When several little Japs holding bayonets reached his hiding place from both wings, there was no sign of the Japs except for a large pile of weeds that had been crushed to the ground.
After the panting Wang Zikun got rid of the little devil's pursuit, he identified the direction and moved toward the place where Yang Ling and the others were hiding. However, after taking a few steps, he suddenly felt his hair standing on end as he felt locked by a dangerous aura.
Before Wang Zikun could react, a black figure camouflaged with grass and branches sprang out from the darkness behind him like a cheetah and threw Wang Zikun to the ground.
Wang Zikun groaned as he fell heavily to the ground, and the bones in his body were in pain as if they were about to fall apart. However, he couldn't think about it anymore, as a gleaming bayonet was already pierced towards his chest.
Wang Zikun could even feel the strong wind caused by the rapid swing of the bayonet, and the breath of death enveloped him.
Soon enough, Wang Zikun instinctively kicked out, knocking the black figure holding the bayonet down and turning him upside down.
"Baga!" The black shadow also cursed, but unexpectedly the sneak attack failed.
And Wang Zikun is also a veteran who survived nine deaths on the battlefield, and he knows how to kill you while you are sick.
On such a cruel battlefield, there is no need for the slightest mercy. Even if you delay thinking for a second or two, you may lose your life.
He quickly grabbed the rifle, pulled the bolt, and loaded the bullet. The whole action was done in one go. Just when the other party got up ferociously, there was a bang, and the bullet penetrated the black shadow's body, causing the black shadow's body to collapse.
Swaying and unsteady on his feet.
"Bang!" Wang Zikunyou, who had fired once, was worried and shot another shot into the opponent's heart.
Shooting at such a close range, the bullets directly punched two bleeding holes in the opponent's body. The black shadow let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground twitching.
Wang Zikun rushed over with a rifle in hand, and without hesitation raised the butt of the rifle and hit him twice on the head. The Japanese whistled twice and became silent.
The gunshots here attracted a large number of Japs again. The Japs soldiers with flashlights rushed over from three directions shouting. Wang Zikun picked up the Japs' 38 rifle and put it on his shoulders, and then took a big step.
into the darkness.
When Wang Zikun panted and sneaked back to where Yang Ling and the others were hiding, the brother who fired a sneak attack from the other direction had already returned.
"What happened just now?"
Hearing the loud machine guns over there and seeing Wang Zikun covered in the smell of blood, Yang Ling lowered his voice and asked.
Wang Zikun took off the rifle from his shoulder, lay on his back in the grass panting, and said happily: "I was almost attacked by a Japanese spy, but I killed him."
Yang Ling didn't expect that there was a little Japanese whistle hidden in the darkness nearby, and couldn't help but feel frightened. It seemed that he had to be careful.
"Vice-deputy, what are we going to do next?"
They just fired two shots at random. They were not satisfied at this moment, so they all looked at Yang Ling.
"Captain Niu, please let two brothers stand guard while the rest rest where they are."
Yang Ling figured that the little devil would have to be busy for a while, so he was now more vigilant and didn't want to get into trouble again.
"What? No more fighting now?"
Niu Dagen was very puzzled. Didn't he say he came to harass the little Japs, but he only fired two shots? What kind of battle was this?
"Who says we won't fight anymore? Listen to the regimental deputy and rest for a while before fighting again." Wang Zikun and the others knew Yang Ling's temperament and knew how to give orders and prohibitions. They lowered their voices and lay down again along the grass.
Niu Dagen looked at Yang Ling who was lying in the grass with his eyes closed and said nothing. After muttering a few words, he asked his two brothers to stand guard, and they also lay down along the grass.
Yang Ling and his friends stopped after two shots, but the camp of the Japs became noisy due to the sudden gunshots.
Those little devils who had been fighting all day during the day were awakened by the sudden sound of gunfire just as they fell asleep. However, when they hurriedly jumped into the defensive trenches with their guns in hand, they found that it was just a sneak attack by the Chinese army.
They were so angry that they yelled at me.
"Your Excellency, Captain, three of our troops were killed and two were seriously injured."
A Japanese lieutenant bowed his head and reported the sneak attack to Japanese Lieutenant Colonel Ono Ichiro, who had just climbed out of bed in military uniform.
"Have you caught the Chinese who attacked?" Ono Ichiro was disturbed by the sound of gunfire, and his face was gloomy at the moment.
The Japanese lieutenant gritted his teeth and said: "The Chinese people are as wretched as rats, and they were run away."
In this dark night, it is not easy to catch the sneak attacker.
After hearing the lieutenant's report, Ono Ichiro felt even more unhappy. Their soldiers were all precious elites, and the five of them lost their combat effectiveness when the elites were attacked by surprise.
"What an idiot! You can't even catch the Chinese who attacked!" Ono Ichiro cursed dissatisfied.
The lieutenant who was reprimanded felt aggrieved at the moment, but facing this officer who was in a bad mood, he could only lower his head and listen to the reprimand without saying a word.
"Go out and be more vigilant to prevent similar incidents from happening again." Ono Ichiro was also tired. After cursing a few times, he waved the lieutenant away.
He still had to recuperate and prepare for the Chinese army that would completely wipe out the mountain tomorrow. In his opinion, if the Chinese army could not help but come to make a sneak attack, it meant that they had reached the end of their war effort and tomorrow was a good time to annihilate them.
But Ono Ichiro was destined to have difficulty falling asleep tonight. Not long after he woke up, he was awakened by a loud bang.
He grabbed his pistol and rushed out of the tent angrily. He saw two tents on the edge of the camp burning in the explosion of fire, and the soldiers' heart-rending howls of pain could be heard from there.