Before dawn, the fog began again, because there was a seemingly invisible but always cool feeling in the heavens and the earth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The village of the Great Stone Wall was quiet, except for the snoring of Japanese soldiers from the houses that had not been ignited by the bomb blast last night.

Last night was a good bomb, and it was not only their commander who was reborn with resentment?

In the first round of the attack on the village of Dashiqiang, the heavy machine guns and grenadiers had already exhausted the combat base, and later there was no need for flares, because half of the houses had been ignited by the explosion of the grenades, and the flames were already visible.

But the Japanese commander soon regretted his decision to bomb indiscriminately, because when his troops rushed into the village, they found that it was empty, not only the soldiers of China, but also the common people, and it was an undefended village.

But the house burned down a lot, so a considerable part of the Japanese army had to camp outdoors to endure the low temperature of the winter.

It was already past midnight when the burning houses had entered the village last night and the burning houses were extinguished, and the Japanese commander had not forgotten the small force that pierced people like hedgehogs.

The sentry posts were more than twice as large as usual, and at the same time the warning area was expanded, and it was widely advertised that in the event of an accident, they were not allowed to leave the house and could only shoot on the spot.

This was the method adopted by the Japanese commander after thinking and thinking, if there was a real accident, he could not let his men fight in the dark, and it did not take a few hours to prove how correct his decision was, otherwise their brigade might be killed by their own people.

After a day of fighting and resentment, the commander needed to rest, and his soldiers also needed to rest, and the whole village finally entered the sleep, but this sleeptown was not easy to come by in this war era, and it is even more difficult for them today.

Fortunately, the unexpected did not happen, at least for now.

It's finally getting a little brighter, but visibility is dropping, and the reason is simple, because the fog is thicker.

A beam of light can pierce the darkness of the night, but it is difficult to penetrate the fog.

Outside the large stone wall, two mobile Japanese outposts were patrolling.

The fog was thickening, and they only realized each other's existence when they were about to bump into each other.

Since the two of them started patrolling here, this is how the two of them walked, they were responsible for the distance of thirty meters outside the big wall, the two met in the middle and then passed by, after walking fifteen meters each, then turned around and walked back until they met again.

There were mobile sentries like theirs outside the walls, a pair of them thirty meters away, and the same in the village, for it was not only the commander who was disturbed yesterday, and an increase in the number of sentries was necessary in order for most of the soldiers to have a good rest for two or three hours.

"This damn fog!" There was tiredness and sleepiness in his voice, and a Japanese soldier walked forward with a gun in his hand and a low curse, not to himself, but to the footsteps of his fellow patrol officers who were getting closer and closer to a few meters away.

It was also yesterday morning that the army began to march and fight, pursue and toss and attack, and when others had slept for two hours, they walked back and forth like this for two hours, and they would be full of resentment when they put it on anyone.

Freemasonry naturally finds some kind of spiritual comfort by complaining to each other.

"Yes." His companion replied greedily, a little different from usual, presumably sleepy and tired.

The footsteps were already close, and when the two sides were only two meters apart, the soldier saw the figure of his companion, and it was only a figure, because the fog was so thick.

"Hey, Ono, where's your gun?" The soldier noticed that his companion was not holding a gun.

"Because it's not needed anymore." His "companion" replied softly.

"Your voice?" The soldier sensed that something was wrong, and then he didn't feel it anymore, for when the two men were already together, although he could see that it was a face he had never seen before, at the same time a sharp dagger had pierced his heart and a hand had covered his mouth.

The same scene had just been played out thirty meters away.

In the fog, the two men who had killed the Japanese guard retreated almost simultaneously, and they started to run faster, and their toes rose to the stone wall, climbing the edge of the wall, and then they climbed into the tall stone wall.

With such skills and knowledge of Japanese, who are they? The answer is already coming out, naturally the Chinese who fight devils!

The time, place, and people have all been occupied, is there anything they dare not do?

Ten minutes later, there was a low purring of birds at the entrance of the village, which was a common bird in the area, and it seemed to say that it was dawn and that it was time for me to come out to feed.

After a while, a dense but rapid footsteps entered the entrance of the village from outside the village.

After a while, there was a sound of chopping heads and bones in the houses where Japanese soldiers were sleeping, and the sound seemed to put the spectators in a thriving slaughterhouse!

I don't know how many Japanese pigs were killed by the Chinese big blade pig killing knife, and finally the Japanese army issued a cry before dying!

This cry seemed to be the clarion call for the beginning of a battle, and after this cry, the explosion of grenades and grenades exploded, and they were even connected into pieces!

Those who had entered the village in the fog rushed from the outside in, and when they touched the door, they threw grenades and grenades inside.

Although the Japanese army was tired, it had been touched by the Chinese army, and it was instantly energetic, and on the winter night in Shandong, the soldiers who marched and fought naturally would not take off their clothes, and they would naturally fight back when they were attacked and feared death.

So, the 38 big cover sounded, the light machine gun went off, and even the heavy machine gun rang out!

Although the sky is bright, the fog is filled, and the streamers of bullets are shuttling in various directions in this fog, as if a grand but chaotic radium stage in the future.

The Japanese commander is going crazy!

He is not stupid, a group of people living in the village is near, although he has ordered not to leave the house before going to bed, but it is strange that such a crazy way of playing is not accidentally injured!

After half an hour of fierce confusion of firing from the enemy, he finally gritted his teeth and asked the herald to give the order to stop firing.

The sound of gunfire thinned out, and the shouts of wounded soldiers could be heard in the houses, and the fog filled the outside of the house, but inside the house was clearly visible, the dead and some had lost their heads, and the wounded were all caused by the explosion of grenades and grenades, and the shouts of "health soldiers, first aid kits" filled the houses in Dashiqiang Village.

But at the very moment there was a scene in front of a house.

Outside the house, a soldier shouted: "Stop shooting, Dazuo orders you to stop shooting, don't accidentally injure the Imperial soldiers." ”

The rifles and light machine guns set up in the window door stopped, and then the people in the house heard the footsteps of someone approaching the window door in the fog, and the man still shouted "Don't shoot!" in a language they could understand. Then two smoke-emitting grenades were thrown into the house, knocking out the unsuspecting Japanese soldiers.

A roar came from the newly attacked house: "Don't trust the heralds, they have a branch of the people!" Then, the sound of outward shots rang out again.

If you move, you will move, and other houses are not deaf, so the gunshots like bursting beans rang out again!

The Japanese commander was in a hurry in his room but helpless, and called the herald again, but most of the heralds were missing, either the herald did not rush back, or he had been killed by his own side.

Eight grid tooth pur, this is so special that people can't live, but fortunately, the other party just touched in, as if he didn't hear the explosion of the grenade, this senior commander of the Japanese army can only use this **.

But before he could stop thinking about it, he heard a "sizzle" grenade whistling into the village, which exploded into pieces in an instant, and the flames soared into the sky!

"Smack!" This Japanese commander stretched out his hand and slapped a big mouth, to himself! (To be continued.) )