Uncle Guo just scared the Sanding Army, of course he didn't look at him and threw it. The stone hit a puppet army kneeling in front of him. The puppet army screamed in pain, but he didn't dare to move. The burly figure of the Sanding Army and the twenty-shot short gun in his hand did not look like a good person.

"Master Guo, it's you. I thought they were two erotic dogs!" The third leader had already seen that it was Uncle Guo and Wu Fei. The previous saying that he shouted to kneel was deliberately played, otherwise he would have been able to wait for Uncle Guo to throw stones at him, and he would have been shot. However, this guy was doing a good role, pretending to be just seeing it clearly. "I said Mr. Guo, it's okay, why are you wearing this dog skin? I almost made me recognize the wrong person." Thanks to this guy's voice, the machine gun roaring in the bunker was so loud that he couldn't suppress his voice.

Uncle Guo and Wu Fei were both lazy to pay attention to this guy. They quickly approached the door because there were a few more noises from the wooden stairs, needless to say, it was the grenade thrown by the Japanese again.

"After these grenades explode, there will be a devil coming down. This is our chance." Uncle Guo's voice was not loud, but it could be clearly heard into Wu Fei's ears.

As Uncle Guo said, after several consecutive explosions in the bunker, one foot tentatively stepped on the wooden stairs and then quickly retracted.

Uncle Guo winked at Wu Fei and walked in. His steps were very light and almost no sound was made. The man leaned against the wall and slowly moved to the position of the big bunk bed. The walls there were guns and grenade bags, which were equipment of the puppet army. These guys were afraid that they would not be able to escape, so naturally they would not remember to bring these things that were burdensome to them.

Uncle Guo did not take out the gun, but took off a grenade bag and pointed, indicating that Wu Fei, who was following him, would only take out the grenade.

Wu Fei certainly understood the purpose of the purpose. Just let the Japanese fight with grenades, and they can fight tooth for tooth.

I took off the grenade bag, took out a grenade, and when I unscrewed the lid, another foot was poked down from the stairs. This time, my foot did not retract quickly, but stopped on the stairs for a while. Seeing that there was no movement below, I stretched down the other foot, but still had no movement. Both feet stepped down several steps. Most of the Japanese went down the stairs. The Japanese were leaning back and down the stairs, with a crooked handle on his hand. The dark muzzle seemed to be shining brightly at any time.

Of course, Uncle Guo would not give the Japanese a chance to shoot. After he took out the grenade, the man had quietly cat-tucked under the stairs. The puppet army paved the way down the stairs, which just gave him the passage to pass and a good place to hide.

The head of the Japanese on the stairs was finally revealed, and he saw the last scene he could see in his life: a young man in the imperial military uniform was grinning at himself, holding a grenade bag in one hand and a grenade in the other, and the tail of the grenade was still emitting blue smoke.

Uncle Guo did not have any chance of reaction from the Japanese downstairs. A bayonet penetrated the gap between the steps of the stairs and stairs to accurately stab the Japanese in the heart from behind. Wu Fei could clearly see that the Japanese's pupils contracted sharply, and the crooked handle fell from the Japanese's hands. When his legs stretched out, he slid down the stairs. He could not die anymore.

The grenade in Wu Fei's hand had been pulled, and he could only take action in just three to four seconds. This was what Xiaole and Xiaotong told him that the grenade had a delay of six to seven seconds. If it was a head-on battle, you could take action quickly after pulling the fire. But at such a close distance now, you can't throw it upstairs directly, as it would give the Japanese a chance to pick it up and throw it back.

With two big strides, Wu Fei approached the stairs and shook the grenade that had been smoking for two or three seconds above. When he was throwing it, Wu Fei shook his wrist. In this way, the grenade would not go straight up and down, but would fall into it in a curve. It doesn't matter if he can't see the Japanese. In the confined space, the grenade fragments would "greet" on every Japanese.

While Wu Fei shook out the grenade, Uncle Guo also shook the grenade upstairs. Unlike Wu Fei, he threw one bundle. He didn't know when he had tied the grenades into a bundle, nor how he pulled the four grenades to pull the fire at the same time.

"Boom! Boom..."

The sound of the grenade explosion was far better than the forty-eight-flavored grenades of the Japanese. In addition, the second floor was more closed than the same, and the explosion movement increased a lot.

Although I don’t know the casualties of the Japanese above after being bombed by the grenade, one thing is obvious, that is, the Japanese machine guns on the second floor stopped roaring, and only two machine guns were left on the roof of the stairs still firing tenaciously.

Wu Fei did not intend to throw grenades upwards. He believed that the explosions just now were enough to kill the Japanese who had nowhere to hide. After putting down the grenade bag, he picked up a crooked handle from the ground. The machine gun fell from the hand of the Japanese who was stabbed to death by Uncle Guo, and it was just right for use.

Just as I was about to rush up the wooden stairs, I heard Uncle Guo’s words: “Wait a moment.”

Wu Fei thought that Uncle Guo was worried that the Japanese above would not die and would be in danger, so he called him. But the next sentence made him laugh and cry: "The Japanese bombed us twice, how could they not return it?" While speaking, he threw two grenades with blue smoke upstairs and then took two more grenades, twisted the cover and pulled the fire and threw them out, and they were very skillful.

Four explosions sounded upstairs one after another, and the explosion force caused sand and stones to fall from above. Uncle Guo and Wu Fei ignored the sand that was already on the same end. The two of them carefully stepped onto the stairs one after another.

Just like Wu Fei thought, the space on the second floor was too closed. After exploding eight or nine grenades in front and behind, only corpses were left on the floor.

Wu Fei came to a corpse with interest, wanting to see if the Japanese were really dead, and also wanting to see where the Japanese's fatal injuries were?

Uncle Guo did not have Wu Fei's curiosity. There were Japanese on the roof of the watchtower. Judging from the gunfire, there were at least two people. The entrance of the staircase leading to the roof of the watchtower was covered by a board, and there was no way to see what was going on above. This surprised Uncle Guo. He saw that the board was an iron plate, and after being held from above, it was impossible to open from below.

After Wu Fei confirmed that all the Japanese on the second floor were dead, he curiously went to play with the Japanese heavy machine guns that were still in the shooting hole. Unlike the Maxim heavy machine guns on Erma Mountain, the Japanese Type 92 heavy machine guns were relatively smaller, but one thing was strange that there was a scope on it.

"Go down there and ask the third brother to bring the second dog prisoners up and move out all the weapons, ammunition and food." When Wu Fei was working on the scope, he suddenly heard Uncle Guo's orders and looked in favor of his voice. He saw that he was dismantling the Japanese wooden bed. Every time he took off a piece of wood and a wooden board, he threw it to the stairs.
Chapter completed!