The Japanese soldiers on motorcycles came quickly, and when Lao Dongbei and another machine gunner arrived at Tang Cheng's side with two light machine guns, the motorcycle that Tang Cheng had been keeping an eye on was only two or three hundred meters away from the mound. Xu is the usual vigilance and so-called premonition of war veterans, the Japanese motorcycle in Tang Cheng's sight suddenly stopped, and subconsciously shrunk his neck, Tang Cheng still used a telescope to observe the Japanese soldiers who got off the motorcycle.

The Japanese commander Cao Chang, who commanded these sharp soldiers, did not have any ominous premonition, and he ordered the motorcycles to stop advancing, but because their motorcycles were too fast, and the distance between them and the following squad had been stretched too wide. After entering the sidewalk, the speed of the three-wheeled motorcycle has not been very slow, compared with the three three-wheeled motorcycles, the team traveling in the truck is much slower, the sidewalk selected by Dice and Hou San is only suitable for relatively light cars and motorcycles, and the truck with a large volume and weight can only slow down.

The follow-up team commanded by Wuyuan Xiangcheng gradually fell behind, and after finding that the distance between them and the follow-up team was gradually increasing, the top soldiers could only stop and rest for a while, and wait for the follow-up team to catch up. The distance of more than 200 meters makes the rifle out of reach, although the light machine gun in the old northeast can also hit the target within 300 meters, but the hit rate is too low, and Tang Cheng does not want to startle the snake to attract more crazy pursuit by the Japanese army.

The old northeast beside Tang Cheng slowly pulled the bolt of the light machine gun and pushed the bullet up, no matter whether the Japanese soldiers wanted to come over or not, he had to be ready to fire at any time. Perhaps it was the words that the war-hungry old Northeast had said in his heart, and the Japanese soldiers who were parked there suddenly got on the motorcycles again, and then roared the motorcycles towards the mound. Tang Cheng, who desperately lowered his figure, drew his shell gun and cursed himself in his heart, if he hadn't picked this ghost place with a wide field of vision, these Japanese soldiers would not have come to the mound for the same reason.

Three-wheeled motorcycles are suitable for many complex terrains, but they cannot climb slopes and cross ditches, so the Japanese soldiers who came from a distance could only park their motorcycles behind a ditch not far from the mound, and then climb the mound on foot to look into the distance. Tang Cheng was now somewhat glad that there was still a ditch under the mound, and the nine Japanese soldiers who got off the motorcycles left three to guard their motorcycles, and the other six Japanese soldiers walked towards the mound. Seeing this, Tang Cheng whispered in Lao Dongbei's ear, "You deal with the 6 Japanese soldiers who came over, and the 3 on the motorcycle side will be handed over to me." ”

Lao Northeast brought not only light machine guns to the mound, but also the grenadiers that Tang Cheng wanted, but Tang Cheng didn't plan to use the grenadiers yet, he just took off the wooden holster on his waist. One of the most interesting features of the shell gun with a wooden holster is its holster, the holster of the shell gun is upside down behind the grip of the shell gun, and a melee weapon such as a shell gun will immediately be transformed into a semi-automatic rifle or a submachine gun that can fire continuously, which is a very popular practice in the national army at that time, and Tang Cheng learned it from Liu Shanyang.

Another advantage of holstered shell guns is that they can use the shoulder to support the muzzle of the gun during firing, as a rifle does, to ensure the stability and accuracy of the bullet after it has been ejected from the chamber. The condescending old Northeast wanted to use a machine gun to control the enemy, but he couldn't be discovered by the other party in advance, and made a gesture with another machine gunner next to him, who slowly moved to the side with his light machine gun, and then slowly pulled the bolt to load the bullet.

Tang Cheng didn't know how far he was from the three Japanese motorcycles, but he guessed that it wouldn't be more than 40 meters, and that distance was necessary to ensure that his bullets hit the target accurately, unless Tang Cheng was using a rifle. However, the rifle is a bolt-action weapon, and its manual mode has limited the rate of fire of the rifle compared to automatic weapons such as the shell gun, so Tang Cheng must rush down the mound while shooting from the old northeast, and only shoot after trying to shorten the distance between himself and the target.

Adjusting the shell gun that had been equipped with the butt to the single-shot state, Tang Cheng, who curled up one leg, took a deep breath, and then made a gesture to open fire at Lao Dongbei. "Da Da" Lao Dongbei and the machine gunner lying on his side got up almost at the same time and half-knelt on the mound, almost at the same time pulled the trigger of the light machine gun, and two tongues of fire jumped out of the muzzle of the gun and pounced on the six Japanese soldiers who were walking towards the mound.

The moment the gunshots rang out, Tang Cheng had only one thought left in his mind, which was to rush out as much as he could and kill the remaining 3 Japanese soldiers guarding the motorcycle. "It's my turn" Tang Cheng secretly shouted in his heart, carrying his shell gun and rushing down from the mound, this may be the fastest time Tang Cheng ran, with the help of the inertia of the downhill, Tang Cheng rushed down the mound against the few Japanese soldiers who were still twitching their bodies in the rain of bullets.

Less than 30 meters away from the three motorcycles, Tang Cheng, who was standing under the mound, pulled the trigger of the shell gun, and the Japanese soldier who reached out to grab the rifle fell in response. Moving the muzzle of the gun slightly, Tang Cheng pulled the trigger and fired a second bullet, and "poof", the Japanese soldier who had already reached out and touched the machine gun on the sidecar fell over beside the motorcycle with blood mist on his back. "Pap" "Pap" "Pap" Tang Cheng pulled the trigger again and again, forcing the last Japanese soldier to the flank of one of the motorcycles, although the opponent curled up to avoid the bullets fired by Tang Cheng, but the other party had no way to counterattack Tang Cheng.

"Pap" "Pap" "Pap" "Pap" Lao Dongbei, who rushed down from the top of the mound, had already discarded his light machine gun and shot with a short gun like Tang Cheng. With the gunfire suppression provided by Lao Dongbei, Tang Cheng, who was free, rushed quickly towards the motorcycle, and the Japanese soldiers who were suppressed on the flank of the motorcycle by Lao Dongbei's shooting could only curl up to ensure that they were not hit by the bullets fired by the other party, where did they still have the energy to pay attention to the footsteps that were getting closer and closer to them.

Getting closer and closer to the motorcycle, Tang Cheng, who held the shell gun tightly, didn't know how dangerous his actions were, and the Japanese soldiers who were suppressed on the flanks of the motorcycle by the old Northeast with bullets just didn't slow down for a while, if it was a veteran of the Japanese army, maybe Tang Cheng would have been blasted into slag by the grenades thrown by the other party. "I'm out of bullets." Lao Northeast's barge gun is a 10-round reload of ordinary goods, from the first shot, Lao Northeast has been counting the number of times he has shot, when the ninth shot was fired, Lao Northeast shouted, he hoped that Tang Cheng, who was still rushing forward, could hear his shout.

The sound of the wind, this is the only sound that Tang Cheng can hear now, of course, the sound of breathing squeezed out of Tang Cheng's chest, as for the shouting of the old northeast, Tang Cheng's highly tense brain is automatically omitted. "Pop" The last bullet in the shell gun in the old northeast was shot, and at this time, Tang Cheng could run to the outermost motorcycle. The 10 rounds fired by the old Tohoku were shot after shot without the slightest pause, and the pause after the last round gave the Japanese soldier great hope, and his rifle fell next to the front wheel of the motorcycle, and he could reach the butt of the rifle as long as he reached out.

The "pop" "snap" hand had already touched the butt of the rifle, but there was no chance to drag the rifle back, because Tang Cheng, who suddenly found that the gunfire had stopped, had fired. The bullet that swept the back of his hand hit two plumes of smoke on the ground, and the frightened Japanese soldier was forced back to the position he had just now, and could not be captured alive by the other party. "You'd better save it" Four guns rang out in succession, and the Japanese soldier who had been hit by the bullet in the joints of his hands and feet screamed and fell to the ground on his back, and the grenade that had just been pulled off the ring rolled and rolled down into the puddle of blood.

Seeing the grenade falling from the opponent's hand, Tang Cheng shouted that there was a grenade and then turned over and fell to the ground, and Lao Dongbei and the machine gunner who then rushed down from the mound also lay down on the spot. There was no explosion, no shrapnel flying sideways, and no flames and shock waves that appeared with the explosion, and Tang Cheng, who was lying on the ground with his head in his hands, did not usher in the explosion of the grenade. "Get up, that guy probably just pulled out the grenade's tab and didn't have time to trigger the grenade's fuse." Glancing at the bloodstained grenade, Tang Cheng laughed and congratulated himself on his good fortune.

Old Northeast They were busy collecting trophies from the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, and they didn't pay attention to what Tang Cheng asked the last Japanese soldier who was still alive, but they saw that Tang Cheng asked Tan Fei to come over and ask for a few kettles found from the corpses of the Japanese soldiers. "These guys are here to chase us, but they're just scouts for the forwards, followed by a squad of Japanese soldiers. I pondered that I should leave a gift for the Japanese soldiers who pursued us, and it would not be in vain for people to follow us all over the world like a fart. Seeing that Tan Fei took back the kettle, Tang Cheng smiled and unscrewed the lid of the motorcycle fuel tank.

The fuel of both motorcycles was concentrated in the fuel tank of one of them, and the excess fuel was collected by Tang Cheng into those kettles. "It's a good thing, it only burns oil and doesn't feed forage, and it's faster than a big car." Tang Cheng skillfully started the fully fueled motorcycle, and drove the motorcycle aside in Tan Fei's surprised eyes. The kettle full of oil was buried next to the two motorcycles by Tang Cheng, and the two grenades that were asked for from Wu Chuang and them were buried together, Tan Fei didn't know what Tang Cheng was doing, but just looking at the old northeast's toothy expression, Tan Fei knew that what Tang Cheng was doing now was definitely not a good move.