The War of Resistance

"Should we refill the little devil's gun?" Lu Yifei asked in a low voice, looking into the ravine.

This is equivalent to being ambushed by the Chinese army.

However, although the firepower of the Chinese army in the distance was strong, it was still a bit far away from the other end. After all, there were about a dozen Japanese and puppet troops who had withdrawn from the front.

The Japanese soldier was only injured and was helped back by his companions.

Although Shang Zhen and the others don't have grenades in their hands now, who doesn't like to beat up a drowned dog?

When Lu Yifei asked this question, everyone naturally looked at Shang Zhen.

But Shang Zhen looked back, shook his head and said, "No, what if there are more Japanese behind this group of Japanese?"

While they were talking, a soldier said: "Look! That Japanese high-ranking official is back!"

Everyone was lying on the top of the mountain and looking down, but no, the Japanese officer was really back.

It's just that, although this guy didn't look arrogant when he passed by before, he was still wearing big leather boots and white gloves and holding a command knife, looking awesome and dazzling!

But now, the gloves were dirty and the leather boots were no longer shiny. The command knife was still there and still shiny, but it was dragged behind instead of being held in front.

And because that guy is unusually short, he now looks like a lost dog.

Everyone understands what a bereaved dog is. ,

But if you think about it carefully, what is a bereaved dog?

People often say that dogs rely on human strength. When a dog has its own kennel behind and its owner is by its side, it will have a big mouth and canine teeth exposed.

But when the owner is no longer in the kennel, the dog will hide when he sees people. If you give him a brick, he will run away from the distance, barking "Oh, oh, oh" with Yiba under his arm, and sometimes Instead of looking back at you with a fearful glance at its dog head.

Isn't that what the Japanese officer was doing at this time?

"What can we do if we can't shoot?" The old man muttered regretfully and looked at Shang Zhen.

At this time, Shang Zhen laughed, and the old man's eyes lit up because he saw the stone in Shang Zhen's hand.

Shang Zhen's prediction of the battle is like a master playing chess. Most people can see two moves and three moves, but he can see five and eight moves.

The old fool stretched out his hand. Shang Zhen looked at him and asked, "Can you throw it accurately?"

"Yes." The old man said stupidly.

"Are you sure?" Shang Zhen was a little worried. The old fool knows kung fu, but good kung fu may not necessarily mean he can throw rocks accurately. Those are two different problems.

"Yeah." The old fool responded again.

Shang Zhen felt relieved and handed the stone in his hand to the old man.

"Wait a minute and see if there's still a shot from the other end. While it's being thrown around, the others are ready. If Shanxia finds out, we'll shoot." Shang Zhen ordered.

While talking, the Japanese and puppet soldiers who had managed to escape ran closer.

As they got closer, Shang Zhen and others could only see the top of his head.

At this time, everyone thought, if there are no grenades, it would be better if there were stones. As far as they are now, they only need to push the stones from the top of the mountain. That is what storytellers call the rolling wooden thunder stones used by the ancients to fight. .

It's a pity that there isn't. This mountain is just a mountain of dirt. I don't know where he pulled the two small stones in Shang Zhen's hand!

"Shoot!" Ma Erpao muttered at this time.

"What are you talking about?" Lu Yifei touched Ma Erpao and said.

"I mean that end." Ma Erpao explained quickly.

It turned out that the two of them had a misunderstanding. The Ma Second Artillery was waiting for the Chinese army to shoot again. They were taking advantage of the chaos so that the old man could throw stones. However, Lu Yifei thought that the Ma Second Artillery was letting them charge at the mountain. The Japanese soldiers below were shooting.

Fortunately, Ma Erpao's voice was so low that no one else noticed.

But at this moment, the gunfire from the Chinese army on the other side of the ravine really rang out again, although this time it was just the sound of light machine gun shooting.

To be honest, the light machine gun hit here was a bit far away, and the shooting this time may just be the anger of the Chinese army in the distance.

As the bullets fired in a burst flew farther, the gap naturally became larger and larger. Therefore, although some bullets reached the ravine, some actually hit the mountainside.

However, the Japanese and puppet soldiers who were running back were really frightened. When they heard the gunshots and the "pop" and "pop" sounds of bullets entering the ground above and behind their heads, they instinctively fell down.

"When the opportunity comes, you won't die unless you die!" The old man muttered in the sound of gunshots, and then as soon as he stood up, he smashed the stone in his hand downwards.

Everyone in the mountain people saw that the originally small stone became smaller and smaller, like a fish jumping into the abyss, and then it accurately hit the back of the head of the Japanese officer who was already lying on the ground!

"Pa—" Logically speaking, they must be more than a hundred meters away from the ravine, including the length of the hillside.

But according to the vulgar language of Northeastern people, it is called - lying is a grandson!

All of them heard the sound when the rock hit the back of the Japanese soldier's head. The sound still had a lingering sound, echoing in their minds in the ravine!

"Come back, the little devils are here for reinforcements!" Someone spoke at this time, and it was Wang Xiaodan's voice.

As soon as they heard that the Japs were coming for reinforcements, Shang Zhen and the others subconsciously retreated. When they followed the sound again, they saw Wang Xiaodan running back from the other direction on the top of the mountain.

It turned out that just now Shang Zhen said he didn't know if the Japanese army had reinforcements, so Wang Xiaodan took the initiative to serve as an observation post.

The top of the mountain wasn't that big, so it wouldn't take him much time to run back from there.

"Hey, do you think that little devil can be beaten to death?" Xu Shenwei asked while hiding on the top of the mountain.

After Big Boss threw the stone, they retreated when they saw the Japanese officer being hit.

They don't care what the Japanese troops below think. As long as the Japanese troops can't see anyone on the mountain, they won't dare to go up. This is another kind of lack of evidence!

"It must have been smashed to death." Dong Qiu said.

"That's not necessarily true. I think the stone is a bit small, and the melon seeds on the human head are quite hard." A new recruit said.

"The head is very hard. That means the head is thick, not the back of the head." Dong Qiu said.

"Stop fussing." Ma Erpao got angry, "You're dead, how high is that!"

"If you are high, you will definitely die?" Xu Shenwei retorted in a low voice.

"You talk so damn much, shut up, the Japanese reinforcements will be here soon," Ma Erpao said angrily.

So these people finally shut up.

The cultural level of Chinese people nowadays is really limited. Xu Shenwei is also literate, but what kind of book is he reading? What he read was "The Thousand-Character Essay", "Hundred Family Surnames" and the like, but how could he have any modern scientific knowledge such as physics and chemistry?

Therefore, Ma Erpao, who has rich life experience, knows that as long as that fist-sized stone falls from a high altitude, it will definitely kill someone.

But he only knew it but didn't know why. He absolutely didn't know the acceleration of gravity, which could completely make a strong bar falling from more than a hundred meters directly penetrate into the skull of a person on the ground!

The backwardness of China nowadays is, of course, the backwardness of its entire industry, and the cause of its industrial backwardness is its infatuation with the former great power and its isolation from the country.

Don't pretend to be asleep and indulge in your own dreams, always open your eyes to see the world.

Otherwise, the current Chinese soldiers, such as Shang Zhen, would be overjoyed if they could get the German-style box guns, Japanese-style 38-type rifles, and imitation flower mechanisms.

There is a saying in later generations called "fire phobia", but this symptom appeared when foreigners used foreign guns to open the door of China.