Perhaps because the searchlights of the watchtowers on both sides were on, the Japanese in the motorcycle patrol relaxed their vigilance. After stopping, they didn't even take the machine gun on the car, so they went straight to the guard booth.

This is the best opportunity to attack. Xiong Jinkui knew that these Japanese men would immediately find the corpses of the Japanese in the guard booth. If they didn't shoot, they would lose the opportunity. No matter how Wu Fei and Liu Dalong's progress were progressing, they pressed the iron and fired the first shot tonight.

Although the Japanese Type 92 machine gun is not as good as Makqin, they are also heavy machine guns after all. They were beaten out by Xiong Jinkui in just two seconds, which would of course result in heavy casualties from the Japanese patrol team.

The Japanese on the roof of the watchtower continued to fire their guns for a while, and then they shot the searchlight column to the highway, and shone on the Japanese motorcycle patrol convoy that was beaten into a hornet's nest. However, they did not fire because except for the Japanese soldiers who were on duty, the others had just been awakened and had no idea what was going on.

After throwing out the first grenade, Wu Fei grabbed the second grenade. Before the previous one exploded, he pulled off the second pull rope and removed all the grenade back covers before departure. It played a huge role at this moment. Although the time saved seems to be small, at the most critical moment, the seemingly insignificant little time has an incalculable effect and effect.

boom!

As the explosion passed, the second hand bullet in Wu Fei's hand was thrown out again. This time he threw it a little closer. After he was afraid, he threw it out, and there were two steps in a row. He didn't want the grenade he threw out to hurt him.

At the same time, a muffled groan was heard on the second floor. Wu Fei did not look back. He had confidence in Liu Dalong. How could such a fat puppet army officer who was like a walking corpse escape his means?

"Squad leader, do you want me to help you?" When Liu Dalong shouted this, the second grenade had already exploded. Wu Fei grabbed the black broken knife in his hand and was rushing upwards.

"No, you can help Jin Kui and the others suppress the firepower in the Japanese watchtower!" Wu Fei's words were passed down from the roof. Someone who crawled into Liu Dalong's ears with his words were wailing before his death. He knew that the seventh squad leader was killing the wholeheartedly again.

Xiong Jinkui quickly ran out of bullets. He was about to load the bullets himself, but he saw Luo Longfei put the bullets filled with bullets on the edge of the bullet cabin. He picked up the things that Yang Qianjin had not done in this group.

"Good guy, this kind of battle is so good." Xiong Jinkui laughed, and after pulling the bolt to load the bullet, he started his shooting performance again.

Yang Qianjin's tilted machine gun bullets were quickly finished. When he was also planning to get into the bullet compartment by himself, he saw Luo Longfei holding four bullet-packed bridge clips to the front. The two of them smiled knowingly and quickly stuck twenty bullets into the bullet compartment.

The Japanese patrol on the road was caught off guard, most of the casualties and injuries. Two or three lucky guys were not killed. They screamed and cried, of course in Japanese, and it was the language they cried out. The Japanese in the blockhouse confirmed that they were their own people. The machine guns began to help suppress Xiong Jinkui and the others. The first one was Yang Qianjin, who was standing at the entrance of the blockhouse passage, was the one who was shooting. Fortunately, he flashed quickly, and the sound of hissing bullets and the dust that had just been hit on the position he was standing, telling him how dangerous it was.

The machine guns of the Japanese watchtower and the bunkers rang one after another, and the machine guns of the Squad 7 and 8 also rang out immediately. On the dark field, four irregular trapezoidal tongues were very dazzling. The tracer trajectory fell towards the location of the Squad tumbling across the parallel.

There were enemies on the periphery. The Japanese commander Captain Shanxia was stunned. He would never have thought that the Eighth Route Army would dare to take the initiative to attack the Yangzhuang stronghold with strong fortifications and heavy troops. Although it was close to Baishishan and Zhaojiazhuang, it was impossible for the Eighth Route Army to defeat this place with the strength of the Eighth Route Army.

I grabbed the microphone and shook the phone frantically, but there was no sound of electric current, so I could not make it through.

Wu Fei actually made a small mistake. He forgot to send someone to cut the phone line, but this small mistake had been made up by Xiaotong long ago. When Tang Xiaoping and Tang Xiaowen and others were able to set up the positions of soldiers who were accurate in shooting, she also sent people to cut the phone line. It would be strange if she could make phone calls at the foot of the mountain.

Zukata Nakasa of the county town could not count on it anymore, and now he could only rely on a squadron of Qian Erbao's army opposite to help. However, when the gunshots came from there first, the mountain shredded the only hope.

After splitting the firepower of soldiers and machine guns against the enemy outside, the mountain walked towards the top of the watchtower. He wanted to see for himself how bad things were. But as soon as he reached the top of the watchtower, the opposite side of the watchtower, which originally belonged to the Imperial Army, fired at this place. The hot bullets almost flew past the face of the captain at the foot of the mountain. His feet were so scared that he weakened and he slipped down from the stairs.

Wu Fei's two grenades dealt with nearly ten puppet soldiers on the roof of the watchtower. They were originally basking the floor on it. Suddenly, even the gods didn't recover, so they ate two blows. The dead ones were so painful. Those who were not dead were suffering from the pain. They screamed and rolled in pain. Wu Fei went up to finish the fight, but in fact, for them who were already seriously injured, killing them was actually giving them relief.

He fired all bullets at the Japanese watchtower opposite. Wu Fei was stuck in the new bullettower, but suddenly heard two or three explosions coming from the watchtower he was in. His heart couldn't help but tighten, and then he realized that the grenades he and Dalong had placed on the door of the puppet military barracks had exploded. It must be that the puppet troops in the room heard the sound of the gun and were about to run out of it, but they touched the grenades.

Wu Fei picked up a crooked handle next to him and walked towards the end of the watchtower near the barracks. Looking down, he found that there were wounded soldiers and corpses on the ground. The casualties caused by these grenades were far beyond people's imagination.

However, there are also unscathed puppet troops. Some of them run towards the gatehouse and some run outside. Both choices are subconscious. It is not that those who run into the gatehouse must not be afraid of death, nor that those who run out are afraid of death. It is just that at this moment of life and death, few puppet troops will not be blind. After all, they are not trustworthy armed forces like the Eighth Route Army. They wear this outfit more to find a meal.

Wu Fei would not be ruthless because they were pitiful and pathetic. He would only make one choice for these puppet troops who might be fatal threats to themselves and their soldiers, that is, to pull the trigger and kill them.
Chapter completed!