With Tetsushiro Taga's order, the Japanese artillery position once again sounded the rumbling cannon, and the shells with a piercing whistling sound pierced the sky, like meteorites, and smashed into Deng Zhuangzi, an ordinary small village.

"Boom~! Rumble~! Violent explosions rang out one after another, and the devil's artillery fire once again covered the position of the Eighth Route Army.

The entire village had already been blown up by the little devils, and after a round of heavy bombardment, it was basically blown into ruins.

The bombardment lasted about fifteen minutes before finally stopping.

At this time, on the devil's position, a devil officer jumped out first, brandished his command knife, and roared loudly: "Warriors of the empire, attack!" Destroy this horde of hateful Shinas! Kill and give~! ”

With the order of the little devil officer, more than 200 devil soldiers appeared on the battlefield with bayonets, and the murderous little devils, holding bright bayonets, rushed to the position of the Eighth Route Army with a scream.

This is only the main position in the south of the village, and the little devils in the east of the village also launched an attack at the same time, continuing to slowly advance from the entrance of the village to the village.

In charge of the offensive to the north and west were the puppet armies, which had limited combat effectiveness and did not pose much of a threat to the defense line of the Eighth Route Army, and relatively speaking, these two directions were currently the safest.

On the position of the Eighth Route Army, a pile of dust suddenly moved, and a native man came out of it, and now the weather is hot, the ground is scorched, and the temperature of the dust that was blown up is even higher, and the Eighth Route Army was buried under the dust from the explosion.

The hot soil was unbelievable, and the warrior felt like a peanut in a wok, about to be fried. (In the past, when fried peanuts, they would be fried with sand and peanuts in order to heat evenly, but now it seems that this method has basically been eliminated.) ）

"Phew! Ma's! The little devil said by the dog was so damn ruthless, Lao Tzu was not killed, he was almost scalded to death. The warrior couldn't help but curse.

But when he secretly showed his head and glanced outside, he immediately stopped cursing, and hurriedly shouted: "The little devil is here, the brothers are copying the guys, and him." ”

At this time, the heroic soldiers of the Eighth Route Army rushed out of the anti-artillery fortifications, rushed into a messy trench, and entered the combat position at the fastest speed.

A fierce battle broke out immediately, and after fighting for so long, the little devil never managed to capture Deng Zhuangzi, and suffered heavy losses. These little devils were also beaten out of anger, and they rushed up one by one like crazy, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

The devil's attacks were round after round, like a surging tide, constantly beating Deng Zhuangzi, and Deng Zhuangzi was like a lonely boat in the vast ocean. And the boat is already in a state of dilapidation and threatens to capsize at any moment.

However, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army in the village are still fighting tenaciously, using their blood and lives to protect this hot land under them.

The fierce battle lasted for more than two hours, and the attack of the little devils never stopped, and there was another layer of corpses on the battlefield filled with gunsmoke.

On a position of the Eighth Route Army, a soldier of the Eighth Route Army raised his gun and aimed at a little devil in the distance, and the crisp gunfire rang out, and the little devil fell to the ground in response.

The soldier quickly retracted into the trench and pulled the bolt with a click, only to find that the bullet in the chamber had been emptied.

At this time, a soldier next to him smiled and handed over a 38 big cover, and said, "Shanzi, well done, this is already the 28th!" ”

"Plus twenty-two in the morning, exactly fifty." Shanzi gritted his teeth and said. Shanzi's name is Zheng Dashan, and he is a famous sharpshooter in the entire Jilu Border Military Region.

Shanzi hurriedly took the rifle, handed the empty rifle in his hand to the soldier, and asked with a frown, "How many bullets are left?" ”

The warrior shook his head and said, "No, only five bullets left in the chamber." You use it first, I'll look around and see if I can find any bullets. ”

Shanzi reached out and patted the warrior on the shoulder and said, "Be careful. ”

The soldier was wounded in the arm and couldn't even hold the gun steadily, but he still didn't give up the fight, and since he couldn't shoot, he stayed next to Shanzi and helped Shanzi reload his bullets.

The soldier nodded vigorously, turned and cautiously walked to the side, and began to search for bullets among the corpses of his comrades.

Shanzi gritted his teeth, secretly looked out, and just found that a little devil was getting up and rushing forward.

The bullet hit the little devil's head directly, pierced his helmet, and burrowed into his head, and the little devil didn't snort, and fell to the ground, whimpering for his life.

After firing the shot, Shanzi quickly shrank back, rolled to the side, rolled to the ground a few meters away, lay down in the trench, and shrank his whole body into the trench.

"Da ......" A dense burst of gunfire rang out, and a dense number of bullets whistled in, hitting the trench where Shanzi had just been hiding, splashing a cloud of dust.

Shanzi took a deep breath, turned around again, raised the gun, quickly locked on a little devil, decisively pulled the trigger, the gun rang out, and a little devil fell to the ground again.

After a while, the wounded soldier ran back, and Shanzi asked, "Did you find the bullet?" ”

The warrior shook his head and said with a look of disappointment, "No! All of them are out of bullets. The regiment commander has already ordered to put the little devils in and fight with them. ”

Shanzi sighed a little disappointed, turned around again and stretched out the gun, the gun rang out, and another little ghost returned to the underworld.

Shanzi quickly retracted again, and pulled the bolt with a 'click', but the chamber was empty, and there were no more bullets.

The warrior hurriedly asked, "How many?" ”

"Fifty-five!" Shanzi gritted his teeth and said, "His grandmother's, if there are enough bullets, Lao Tzu can kill him at least a hundred." "Shanzi used the last five bullets to eliminate five more little devils, and today alone, fifty-five little devils have died under Shanzi's guns.

The soldier did not speak, but handed over a bayonet, and Shanzi took the bayonet, hung it on the rifle in his hand, and asked with a smile: "The little devil is coming up, are you afraid?" ”

The warrior smiled and said, "I'm afraid of a bird!" Lao Tzu also killed at least five little devils this morning, which is already enough. And although I didn't find the bullet just now, I did find these two things, and I had to pull two more pads on his back before I died. ”

(End of chapter)