Hearing the rapid noise, Wu Tong's expression changed and he hurriedly ran towards the school ground.
Zhou Yang also quickly followed and ran towards the school ground together.
When the two of them arrived in a hurry, more than 20 Eighth Route Army soldiers had already gathered here, and many people from Zhangjia Village also gathered around in panic.
"Team, captain, that ghost, the devil is coming up the mountain!"
The person holding the big copper hammer to ring the bell was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old soldier, one of the little gangsters who studied with Zhou Yang. Zhou Yang remembered that his name was Li Goucheng, and begged Zhou Yang to change his name to something he liked very much.
Li Jianguo hoped to build a new and powerful motherland.
This guy studies very seriously and has some talent in shooting.
At this time, he must have just ran up from the bottom of the mountain. His face was flushed with heat, he was out of breath and stammered when he spoke.
Wu Tong quickly asked: "How many people are there?"
"Captain, there must be about 200 people on the winding mountain road! We have already arrived at Chunyu Pavilion!"
Li Jianguo said hurriedly.
Wu Tong frowned: "Two hundred people, this must be a Japanese squadron!"
At this time, a Japanese squadron had to have about 200 people. Called a squadron, it actually had more people than a company in the Chinese army. Moreover, it was equipped with light and heavy machine guns, grenades, and some even equipped with mortars.
Artillery, infantry artillery, very high combat effectiveness!
Don’t touch head-on!
Zhangjiacun sheltered them, the Eighth Route Army, who were die-hard anti-Japanese elements. Once caught by the Japanese army, they would have absolutely no chance of survival.
Even the dozens of people I have are unable to deal with a squadron of heavily armed Japanese!
Wu Tong thought for a while and then quickly made a decision: "Continue to ring the bell, and also ask people to go door to door to inform and quickly move to the back mountain! Mr. Zhou, you will go up the mountain with us. In this vast flat mountain, the small
The devils can’t find us!”
"I will follow and inform the villagers to go up the mountain with them. You don't need to worry about me. Let's meet up on the mountain!"
Zhou Yang said this and ran towards the village with the soldiers, shouting loudly for notification.
After a while, the village took action, and it was not like it was the first time. They quickly packed up their belongings one by one, brought some rations, and then went up the mountain with a skilled call.
Soon, the originally bustling village became quiet.
It is too easy to hide hundreds of people in these vast mountains. It is difficult to find a needle in a haystack.
And Zhou Yang had already climbed onto the roof of Datou's house, the tallest house in the village, and got into the portable space!
"Click."
While waiting for the Japanese to go up the mountain, Zhou Yang carefully checked the firearms on hand.
Then, he ate a few steamed buns in a leisurely manner and put a plastic bag filled with a lot of seeds in his pocket to prevent him from being burned by the falling bullet casings when he started fighting later.
The crooked handle seized from Niujia Village was put up and the bullet chain was inserted into the magazine.
"coming!"
Through the small hole in the pocket space, Zhou Yang saw the figure of the Japanese gradually appearing on the mountain road.
Watching the Japanese approaching slowly, Zhou Yang sat on the soft cushion behind the crooked machine gun and picked up a palm-sized Nokia slider phone from the side.
"Dang, clang clang clang~"
Press the power button.
It can still be turned on and the battery is not low!
Although you can't make calls, it still comes with a few mini games, which can relieve your boredom when you're bored.
Plug in your headphones,
Turn on the music!
“we will rock you······”
The explosive sound instantly rattled Zhou Yang's eardrums, and his whole body felt like electricity. The passion came in an instant!
In front of the portable space, in the square circle of a palm, there are a series of pinpoint-sized holes in a regular horizontal row. Through the holes, the Japanese outside can be clearly seen.
However, when the devil is outside, it is difficult to see these tiny holes that seem to appear out of thin air in the void.
Even if you see it, bullets can't shoot through these holes into the portable space!
"buddy, you're a young man, hard man······"
Zhou Yang gently pushed the crooked handle forward, and the muzzle of the gun came out of the carry-on space for a short period of time.
At the same time, the Japanese who were trotting into Zhangjiacun in formation did not realize that there was an old bastard hiding in another space with a machine gun pointed at them!
Instead, in accordance with the Sanguang policy, they broke into pieces and expertly rushed into Zhangjiacun and started searching everywhere!
About Zhuxiang Kungfu.
"Line up!"
A loud shout!
Suddenly, more than two hundred Japanese soldiers, holding pots and pans in their hands, carrying them on their shoulders, and carrying pots and pans on their backs, snatched chickens in their hands, and carrying beaten-to-death dogs, came from all over the village.
They gathered towards the big square in the middle of the village.
"Sir, there is no one in the village anymore. It seems that the Chinese people have just left! Moreover, we discovered this!"
A Japanese squad leader said as he took out a blue-grey hat in his hand.
"Baga, the Eighth Route Army!"
The squadron leader shouted angrily, looked up at the vast green mountains, and resisted the decision to continue searching: "Burn this place, I want to turn it into ashes..."
"Thud, tug, tug, tug, tug..."
Before the squadron leader finished speaking, suddenly, gunfire rang out so suddenly!
The dense bullets turned into a torrent like a pouring water, sweeping towards this side. The Japanese soldiers standing in formation became the best living targets!
In just a few moments, a large area of dozens of people had been swept away by bullets!
The squadron leader was not spared either. A bullet scratched his side, taking away a layer of flesh. He was immediately dripping with blood and immediately suffered from burning pain!
"Enemy attack!"
The squadron leader subconsciously rushed behind the old tree with a clock tied to it.
The remaining Japanese soldiers suffered a disaster!
This is the threshing floor of the village. During this slack time, it is also where the school grounds of Zhangjia Village are located. Although it is not big, it is still an open space. In this open space, there is nothing to hide except for the crooked neck tree.
place!
Just like this, each Japanese soldier was bitten by the whizzing light machine gun bullets. The finger-long machine gun bullets hit their bodies and drilled a big hole! Even if they didn't die at that time, they would be sprayed in a very short time.
Death from excessive bleeding!
When the Japs ran behind the bunker, one-third of the more than 200 Japs squadron was already dead!
Looking at the soldiers lying in a pool of blood, the squadron leader clutched the wound on his waist, eyes wide open, and kept firing towards the place where the gunfire came from, but all he saw was bullets whizzing towards him.
, but you can’t see where the machine gunner is hiding!
"Is he hiding behind the roof?"
The squadron leader thought of this and shouted: "Mortar!"
"Hai!"
A Japanese soldier hiding behind a stone house, with a hole in his left arm and shoulder and bleeding profusely, responded loudly, endured the severe pain, and began to fiddle with the mortar with one arm, correcting its direction.
······
"Mr. Zhou!"
Among the vast paths in the deep forest, the villagers and the martial arts team had already converged. Li Jianguo anxiously found Wu Tong: "Captain Wu, Mr. Zhou is not here!"
