"Damn, it's a dead end here!"

Looking at the cliff ahead, a group of guerrillas hurriedly stomped their feet.

"You son of a, let you run away separately and you run back, you are clearly deliberately trying to make my old You family ......"

An old guerrilla who was gasping for his lungs was about to come out and slapped the young guerrilla next to him, and at the same time scolded him, his expression almost like he was about to cry.

"Dead old man, I'll tell you that you don't have a nest, there is a kind of you going to fight devils!"

Where would the young guerrillas hit him, jumped to his feet and said triumphantly: "I killed two little devils last night, and I already made money, what about you?" A devil didn't die, and if he died in vain, he couldn't beat the devil, so he was angry with me? You dream you ......"

"You son of a, son of a ......"

The old guerrillas trembled with anger, and the butts of their guns were picked up.

"Okay, Lao You, when is this time, don't you two fathers and sons quarrel?"

The guerrilla leader was simply amused by this strange father and son, and screamed: "Don't be stunned, everyone, find cover, there is definitely no hope of breaking through now, and when the little devil comes, we will have to kill a few more cushions......"

Before he could finish speaking, a gunshot was heard in the distance, and the guerrilla leader's head was splashed with blood, and he fell to the ground with his head up.

"Captain......

"Dogs. Day. Little devil ......"

A group of people were suddenly startled, and began to look for cover in a mess, and as soon as they dodged, someone began to scream: "I don't have bullets, whoever has more bullets, give me two ......"

"I don't have ...... anymore"

The old guerrilla Lao You was also screaming, jumping in a hurry.

"You don't have bullets?"

Beside him, it was the young guerrilla, and when he saw Lao You nodding, he said triumphantly: "I have it, but I won't give it to you, hahaha!" ”

"Lao Tzu is your Lao Tzu, you dare not give it!"

Lao You's lungs exploded in anger, threatening.

"What about Lao Tzu? I won't give it! ”

The little guerrillas said straightforwardly: "It's a waste of bullets to you, it's better for me to fight devils myself......"

Then Lao You pounced, and the two fathers and sons scuffled together, and the screams of the young guerrillas continued to sound, and the partisans who listened to it cried or laughed.

The situation here, Niu Pimple and others are all looking at it.

"Platoon commander, those guerrillas are surrounded, we have to hurry up!" A squad leader said.

"Don't panic, these guerrillas are hard bones, and they have the advantage of terrain, and the little devils are not so easy to gnaw them down!"

Niu Pimple observed the terrain and said: "Go to the two squads, go around behind the devil with a machine gun, and the rest of the people, follow me to the little devil, a shot is the signal, understand?" ”

"Understood!"

The soldiers of the guard platoon roared in unison, and they made separate arrangements.

"In the face of danger, there is no chaos, with tacit understanding and orderly division of labor, and there are really two ......"

Seeing the movements of the soldiers in the guard platoon from the binoculars, Xin Dabao involuntarily nodded again and again, turned back to the few backbones who followed, and said, "Learn a little, you can use it in the future!" ”

"Uh-huh-hmm......"

Several backbones nodded their heads like chickens pecking rice, and said in their hearts that they originally thought that this platoon was talking about the devil who was completely annihilated, but now it seems that it is really possible.

Boom, boom......

At this moment, a series of explosions were heard from the guerrillas' hideouts, and the Japanese soldiers began to shell the valley with grenadiers, and under the cover of the shells, dozens of Japanese soldiers rushed towards the valley with their waists bent.

The battle began.

"Don't shoot yet, get the little devil closer, and prepare the grenade to ......"

Some experienced guerrillas shouted that they knew their inferiority, that they knew that their marksmanship was not good, and that they could not fight if they were not close enough.

There were explosions in the valley, and the guerrillas lay down in their hiding places and did not rise to the top.

Lao You's father and son also stopped scuffling, and now Lao You is filling two bullets into the chamber of the gun, and said triumphantly: "Stinky boy, fight with Lao Tzu?" You're still tender! ”

"If you weren't my son, you would try!"

The young guerrilla wiped his nosebleed and screamed angrily, he finally understood a truth now, that is, Lao Tzu beat his son, there is no need for reason at all.

Da Da Da ......

"Above, kill all these pigs......"

At this moment, as soon as the cannon stopped, the machine guns exploded, the bullets whizzed in the valley, and the debris and soil of the mountain were splashed, and the little devils screamed and pounced under the cover of the machine guns.

The guerrillas began to get nervous, and the father and son's eyes widened, observing the movements of the Japanese troops through the gaps in their hiding places, aiming their guns at the Japanese soldiers, and began to wait for orders.

The footsteps of the Japanese soldiers were getting closer and closer, and they could already see the hideous faces of the other side.

"Hit!"

With a loud roar, the guerrillas finally opened fire, and in a burst of crackling gunfire, two or three devils fell in a pool of blood, and the remaining devils either lay on the ground or shrank to the sides of the valley, and began to crackle and release their guns.

Several partisans also fell screaming.

"Hahaha, we killed three more devils!"

The guerrillas shouted excitedly, ignoring the fact that they fired fifty or sixty shots less than 100 meters from the devils, and only three of them were hit, while the Japanese soldiers fired a few shots, but they hit five or six of them.

For them, as long as they can defeat the Japanese army, it is a victory, and they will not care about how much it costs them.

They are very clear about their positioning, they are cannon fodder, they can kill devils before they die in battle, no matter how much, they will be earned.

"I killed the one in the middle, don't rob me of ......"

The young guerrillas screamed excitedly, and at the same time did not forget to taunt their father: "The dead old man fired two shots, but nothing was fired, hahaha......"

"You son of a, why didn't I strangle you in the first place......"

Many guerrillas burst into laughter, Lao You jumped like thunder, this bloody battlefield, because of the presence of this pair of living treasure father and son, it seemed extraordinarily joyful, not like a bloody life-and-death struggle, but like watching a group of joyful comedy.

"Laugh, laugh, wait until you cry!"

These laughter, in the eyes of the Japanese army, was simply a humiliation of their Chiguoguo, and one by one, their eyes were about to split, and they rushed up again with a scream.

The guerrillas began to fire their guns again, but this time the Japanese were careful, and they did not hit a single shot, but several guerrillas who opened their heads were shot and killed on the spot, bleeding all over the ground.

In less than a few minutes, their already small number of bullets were gone.

"They're out of bullets, rush forward!"

The Japanese puppet army screamed and rushed upwards with a roar.

"Get on the bayonet and fight with the little devil!"

The guerrillas shouted loudly, threw out the two remaining grenades, blew up a large cloud of smoke, and began to rush upwards one by one, holding their bayonets.