The helmets of the dark Japs were glowing with a ghostly light. They were like ghosts hiding in dark yards and alleys, their bayonets shining with cold light exuding murderous intent.
The officers and soldiers of the guerrilla army led by Yang Ling were still fighting with the Japanese security forces a few streets away. Judging from the sound of gunshots coming from far and near, everything was being carried out according to the predetermined plan.
In a room with the lights extinguished, the Japanese Major Qingchuan and a group of staff were also waiting. The orange-red flames exploding in the distance made the city tremble. Many places were on fire and thick smoke billowed.
"A small group of Chinese troops has infiltrated..." The Japanese signal corps who came in from outside reported new news.
Major Qingchuan kept his eyes fixed on the ambush street, with no expression on his cold face: "Let the reserve team deal with them."
"Hiyi!"
The Japanese messengers arrived and left quickly, and soon the room became quiet again.
What Major Qingchuan didn't know was that the small infiltration force he didn't care about would cause him heavy losses.
The dark alleyways were hidden in the shadows of the houses. The Japanese were lurking silently in the courtyards and some narrow alleys. Their eyes were fixed on the main road and the direction of the exchange of fire.
But in the shadows around these little devils, countless ghostly shadows are quietly touching them, and the hidden predators will eventually become prey.
A guerrilla machine gun crew stopped. They gestured to each other to stop. The machine gunner put the machine gun on the ground, and he made a big figure and stayed close to the ground.
The muzzle of the machine gun had been pointed at a dark alley dozens of meters away, and they could not see clearly what was going on inside. However, they had received intelligence that the Japs were hiding there, and their mission was to block the Japs inside.
The Japs were still lying in wait for their prey to take the bait, but little did they know that they had been quietly surrounded. Although there were only two platoons of officers and soldiers surrounding them, it was enough for the Japs to drink from a pot.
The Japanese Captain Qingyuan stood at the window of a two-story building, hiding in the darkness, holding a telescope to observe the battle situation in the north of the city. The battle there had become fierce, and the intertwined lines of fire were particularly colorful under the night.
Um?
From the corner of his eye, Captain Qingyuan of the Japanese Army saw a dark figure flashing across the alley not far away, but when he looked around, the alley was quiet, which made him frown.
In a blind spot where Captain Qingyuan could not see, a group of guerrilla officers and soldiers were clinging to the wall, holding grenades in their hands.
Company Commander Daozi's eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement. He gestured behind him. The eyes of the brothers behind him had adapted to the darkness. They nodded, took a deep breath, and rushed out quickly.
The guerrilla brothers in groups of three were like nimble cheetahs, leaving only an afterimage, rushing towards the foreign offices in various courtyards and heading towards the entrances of alleys.
Before the Japanese who were ambushing in the yard and those who were hiding in the alleys understood what was going on, smoking grenades were already heading towards them.
"Boom, boom--"
The brilliant flames of the explosion suddenly bloomed in the darkness. Explosive fireballs rose up in the alleys and yards, and the roaring sound that shattered the eardrums dominated some.
The power of grenades to cover a narrow place is amazing. The moment the roar sounded, the grenades thrown along the courtyard walls and windows exploded, causing countless scarlet flames to sweep through the broken bricks and tiles and spurt out.
Accompanied by the roaring explosion, the window edges and wooden doors shattered under the huge impact, and then hit the street with hot sand and gravel.
The alleys and yards after the explosion were already shrouded in smoke and dust from the explosion within a few breaths, and howls like slaughtering pigs were heard from inside.
"Little devil, go see the Lord of Hell!"
These guerrilla brothers with their backs against the wall were cursing while throwing the smoking grenades over the wall and into the thick smoke of the explosion.
Rumbling explosions were heard continuously, and the Japanese were ambushing in a concentrated manner. Who knew they would be bombed by grenades? Countless people were blown up in one instant, and blood and broken bones flew everywhere.
On the other side of the wall, many Japs were knocked to the ground by another round of grenades before they could explode in the shock wave of the explosion. The explosive fragments flew wildly and killed the little Japs.
In just a few breaths, the yard was filled with skinned and charred corpses. Under the unsuspecting grenade-covering blow, the Japanese suffered heavy losses.
The Japanese captain standing on the second floor was not hit by the grenade, but the explosion swept up the flames and splashed explosive fragments, so he had to hurriedly fall down to avoid it.
When he stood up again and looked out the window, the courtyard and alley where they were ambushing had been covered in smoke and dust, and grenades were exploding. The orange-red flames produced by the explosion reflected Captain Qingyuan's face, which was twisted with anger.
face.
"asshole!"
Captain Qingyuan is going crazy. The thick smoke makes him extremely irritable. Who is the attacker? Why hasn't he been discovered?!
Although they didn't know who was attacking them, it was foreseeable that the people they were ambushing everywhere would suffer heavy losses. The wailing one after another was proof, and Captain Qingyuan was a little confused.
Just as confused as Captain Qingyuan were the Japanese machine gun crews stationed at the commanding heights. Their mission was originally to carry out fire strikes when they attacked the Chinese troops.
But now they are staring blankly at the people below being blown into dumpling fillings. They have not yet reacted. What is going on?
"Bang bang bang..."
The guerrilla officers and soldiers didn't care whether the Japanese reacted or not. As the saying goes, it kills you while you are sick. Strings of scarlet bullets flew from the dark screams to the rooftops and other commanding heights.
The Japs who stayed at the commanding heights became targets. Amidst the sound of bullets piercing flesh, they covered their throats with blood spurting out and rolled along the pouring roof into the yard where the casualties were littered.
The pieces kept falling.
The guerrilla officers and soldiers who had finished throwing the grenades did not care whether the Japs inside were blown up by the grenades. They rushed into the smoke-filled yard with their sharp bayonets and stabbed human-shaped objects whenever they saw them. Anyway, they were either Japs or traitors.
"Huh! Huh!"
The dull sound of the bayonet constantly piercing the gun, and the sound of the gun butt smashing bones rapidly increased, and the Japanese who were still swaying and yet to stand fell into a pool of blood again.
"Da da da......"
Two light machine guns blocked both ends of a group of Japs who were ambushing in the alley. The two machine guns spurted out tongues of flame from two directions. The tongues of flames licked against the ground, extremely ferocious, and they huddled together in the alley.
Splashes of blood spurted out from the bodies of the regiment's Japanese soldiers.
"Hahahaha, kill!"
The machine gun poured out bullets in a tremor, and the hunter became the prey, with only death waiting for them.
Two platoons of guerrilla officers and soldiers launched an attack on more than one squadron of Japanese soldiers. After being covered with grenades, there was a melee with bayonets.
Although the grenades killed and injured many Japs, they were not affected, and many Japs still reacted. After all, the power of Yang Ling's grenades was too limited.
Luo Feng stared with a pair of blood-red eyes, and a squad of brothers led by him rushed towards the more than ten Japanese who were not hit by the bomb, trying to kill them.
The two sides shot almost face to face. The bullets sprayed blood on the front and back of the body. They only had time to fire one shot before the two sides collided.
A brother's bayonet was thrown away by the Japanese, but he did not retreat but moved forward. The moment he turned around, the butt of his rifle hit the Japanese's face so hard that the bridge of his nose collapsed.
Luo Feng's wounds were still wrapped in gauze, but he was extremely powerful at this moment. The ghost-headed sword drew out a semicircle. The two ghosts rushed towards him almost at the same time, and blood spurted out from their necks, like two logs.