If the big-faced kid is killed by a kid, they will definitely be the unlucky ones next. The four fully armed Japanese soldiers dared not do anything with a rat-like weapon. The remaining kid had already fired a shot and needed half a second to pull the bolt and half a second to aim.
If there are more than twenty of them and they don't dare to do it, then they really should die.
Seven or eight national soldiers, led by bearded men, rushed forward in a mad rush.
Within a short distance of five or six meters, the desperate Japanese soldier shot an unlucky man in the arm and was pinned down by seven or eight Chinese soldiers.
Then there is no more.
What would happen if a soldier who had lost the ability to protect himself was pinned down by an angry enemy soldier? Anyone with a little bit of sanity could imagine it with his buttocks.
The experience of being smashed to death by any hard object available is probably something no one wants to experience.
The truth that living until the end means having the last laugh does not apply to this soldier of the Japanese infantry squad. Before falling into the darkness of death, he must have been extremely envious of his colleague who was shot in the head!
Not afraid of opponents who were like gods, but afraid of teammates who were like pigs, Liu Lang threw himself into the arms of Mother Earth with all his strength, but was knocked to pieces. Liu Lang covered his head and wanted to curse.
Liu Lang, who originally planned to do a standard forward roll to avoid the attack, misjudged the strength of his fat body. It was less than half the strength of an ordinary adult to support the weight of two adults. The result was naturally slightly different from what he imagined.
Even if he had made a mistake in his estimation, those guys must have reacted too slowly! Liu Lang was more resentful than ever towards the slow-reacting National Army soldiers. As long as they reacted just a little faster, he would rush forward to attract the remaining soldiers.
The little devil's attention and the two bayonets stuck in his back can definitely dig out the yolk of that guy.
Liu Lang, who once hit a bat with a tiger-tooth saber from 30 meters away, has this confidence.
Shaking his dizzy head, Liu Lang grinned and pulled out the sharp spurs from his back, which scared the bearded man who was running this way to a sudden stop.
In order to avoid the gunshot, his head was stuck on the ground. This big-faced man who was even more cruel to the enemy than himself was the only cruel character Chi Dakui had seen in his life. Chi Dakui, who had personally cut off the heads of three Japanese before the enemy and the enemy were unknown, did not dare to relax.
alert.
"Brother, what's your part?" Chi Dakui asked hesitantly, stopping three or four meters away from Liu Lang.
Glancing around, he saw a group of soldiers using everything they had available to smash a humanoid figure who was wailing continuously. Liu Lang relaxed and jumped up angrily: "You are paralyzed in that part, you are the bastard leader."
The soldiers who came out? Do you still have any sense of teamwork? Do you know that I was almost killed by you idiots?"
"Brother, it's our fault..." Chi Dakui's face turned red when he was scolded by the sudden big face, but his mind relaxed.
If he speaks Chinese so fluently, he must be Chinese, so he must not be an enemy. No wonder the clothes are so awkward on him, and even his heroic spirit has been weakened a bit.
"Okay, take your brothers and get out of here, it's not safe here." Seeing that the bearded man had a good attitude of admitting his mistake, Liu Lang grinned and rubbed his forehead that was swollen by Mother Earth, waved his hands and was about to turn around and run away.
A tense and tense attitude.
There is absolutely no heroic halo covering the whole body and the consciousness that the protagonist should have.
On such a battlefield, the bigger the target, the faster he will die. Liu Lang had no intention of staying together with this group of national soldiers with average military literacy.
He only needs to quietly find a place to hide and wait for the national army to launch a counterattack at one o'clock in the morning to regain the lost ground, and then he can leisurely return to the rear to recuperate, and wait for the end of this battle that will end in about ten days.
Anyway, Liu Lang is willing to get out as far as he wants.
"Are you Chief Liu?" A somewhat dumbfounded Chi Dakui asked, looking at the back of Liu Lang who turned around and left without hesitation.
"I'm not Chief Liu." Liu Lang said in a muffled voice.
"You are Liu Lang, Chief of Communications Staff of the Division Headquarters? Don't leave. Where is Platoon Commander Ji Yanxue Ji?" Seeing that Liu Lang was about to disappear into the night, Chi Dakui felt anxious and blurted out.
Damn it, who is Ji Yanxue? Liu Lang, who was determined to escape, was slightly stunned. It sounded like a woman's name, and it sounded like it meant a woman who had a close relationship with his fat body. What if?
If it was that kind of wife, then she would be very sorry for the fat man.
After all, taking possession of this guy's body can be regarded as a cause and effect.
Woman, your pronoun is trouble.
Trouble is coming, and you can't avoid it. Liu Lang could only sigh slightly in his heart, turned around and asked: "I am Liu Lang, who is Ji Yanxue?"
Sure enough, it was the ronin who was famous throughout the army. After hearing Liu Lang's answer, Chi Dakui finally confirmed Liu Lang's identity. With this size, the entire 19th Route Army could not find another one.
"It's really Chief Liu..." Chi Dakui opened his mouth in disbelief and muttered to himself dryly.
The difference between the big-faced man in front of him and the Chief Liu in his memory was really huge. If Liu Lang hadn't admitted it himself, Chi Dakui wouldn't have dared to believe this fat man who killed three Japs with just two bullets.
He was the fat communications officer who was previously known as the shame of the 61st Division.
Even if he had asked with this unlikely idea before.
"Platoon Commander Ji, she..." Chi Dakui looked at the ruins in the distance. There was still a faint scream coming from there, and he couldn't help but hesitate.
There were rumors in the army that Mr. Liu had been coveting the divisional flower for a long time, and he had been pursuing her passionately from the first day in the army. Now it seems that it is indeed true.
It's just... I don't know how he will feel if I tell him this now.
He wouldn't go crazy and kill himself too. Chi Dakui's face turned a little green when he thought about the little devil who was crucified to the ground and struggling for his life.
"Where is she?" Liu Lang asked, frowning.
Women are in trouble, how can they be contagious? What are you doing with your bearded man, who is uglier than most men?
"She was taken there by three Japanese soldiers." Chi Dakui was startled and could only point to the ruins a hundred meters away.
As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Dakui's expression suddenly changed.
Until now, he finally remembered an extremely important thing. There are still three living little Japs over there. Although they have a machine gun and three rifles and are not afraid of them, as long as they start fighting, it won't take long for them to come.
The supporting Japanese troops don't need to come in too many people. A row of small steel cannons can handle the twenty or so of them here.
"Oh, it's her! That's okay." Liu Lang nodded indifferently. Seeing Chi Dakui's expression changed and he was dazed, he had to add: "I have killed those three little devils long ago, Chai Huo Niuer
I'm acting there."
Chi Dakui opened his mouth and completely turned into a sculpture.