The War of Resistance

It was a split window, but one of the windows had disappeared during the war. I don’t know whether it was kicked down or blown up by a bomb.

And just inside another half-open window, a Japanese soldier was watching the opposite side vigilantly.

In fact, the scene in Taierzhuang now is almost the same no matter which house you look at from the other side. It's just that the house faces the other house. Even if the wall collapses and the house collapses into ruins, it is also a pile of bosses. If you want to see it clearly at a glance. But it's impossible!

There was a "boom", and there was another explosion not far away. That was where the fierce battle between China and Japan took place.

Originally, Taierzhuang was not that big, and so many troops from both sides were swarming in, but they were all relying on the cover of the houses to fight in the streets.

Not to mention that this Japanese soldier is still about a hundred meters away from the battlefield. In this street battle, sometimes the enemy or us can fight for a whole day if they want to advance forty or fifty meters!

Therefore, the Japanese soldier could not see anything at this time.

But just after the explosion, there were several more explosions in succession, and the Japanese soldier found that the explosions were getting closer and closer to him!

what's the situation? The Japanese soldier became nervous.

He was hiding on the right side of the window, and the battlefield was to his left, so he shrank back and pressed his face against the wall to look to the left.

No wonder he was careless. The Japanese troops here heard the violent explosion and went out for reinforcements. Only he and one other companion were left in the house.

The ruins of the house blocked his view, and there were always too many blind spots for observation. Of course, he was worried that Chinese troops would suddenly appear at the window and throw a long-handled grenade at him.

But there was one thing that the Japanese soldier couldn't understand. If there was really a Chinese army that wanted to plot against him, wouldn't he be able to find it?

If a sentry cannot be killed if he is fully alert, then there is no such thing as touching a sentry on the battlefield.

It's just that the Japanese soldier shrank back. Although it also reduced the possibility of being observed by the Chinese army, his front and right sides were blocked by the wall, which turned into a blind spot for observation.

At this time, the Japanese soldier did not know that at the moment he retracted his head, there was a pair of eyes staring at him through a hole in the wall directly in front of him, and his reaction was already visible.

Don't ask why there are holes in that wall. The reason is actually very simple. This place was bombed by the Japanese army, so it would be good if the wall didn't collapse. It's just a matter of a brick being pulled out of the wall that has become loose.

His grandma is a bastard, you finally made a move!

At this time, the man who was peeping at the Japanese army cursed fiercely in his heart, and then waved his hand. He was Mr. Wang.

When Wang Laomao waved his arms, two soldiers on the other side of the room stepped out from the door and ran to the opposite room quickly and lightly.

The two rooms are not even ten meters apart. The big man in front ran over with his long legs in just a blink of an eye. That was Gu Man. The middle man in the back could match Gu Man in agility. Comparatively but even worse, that is Qiu Bo.

When the Japanese soldier guarding the window saw nothing unusual on the left side and turned his head back, he could no longer find two Chinese soldiers sneaking over. Gu Man and Qiu Bo each grabbed a handful. The bayonet was already touching the wall towards the window.

And then, Wang Laomao, who was still observing from the opposite side, witnessed a whistle-blowing incident.

He saw that when Gu Man touched the window, the bayonet he was holding in his right hand was already in his left hand, and his right hand was holding it - how should I say? A brick is wrong, and a pile of bricks is wrong, so just call it a pile of bricks.

That is, the wall has collapsed, but several bricks have been thrown away and are still stuck together by mortar or cement dust.

Just that pile of bricks, maybe more than twenty kilograms!

Gu Man was stuck next to the window, and there was only a wall between him and the Japanese soldier.

Only one of the windows facing each other was gone, and the remaining one was pushed open. When Gu Man suddenly picked up the pile of bricks in his hand, there was nothing but air between him and the Japanese soldier. What's blocking it.

And at the next moment, Mr. Wang, who had been staring at the hole in the brick, shuddered involuntarily. He seemed to hear a "pop", as if the person who was hit by the brick was not the one who was born. Damn the Japanese devils but him!

"We got it, let's go!" Mr. Wang shouted in a low voice, and the group of them filed out of the door.

At this time, Qiu Bo and Gu Man had already jumped in from the window.

Gu Man was so tall and his legs were so long. He just raised his legs and stepped onto the window sill. However, when he got on the window sill, he had to lower his head, otherwise his head would be damaged. It hit the upper edge of the window!

When Wang Mao also got into the room, he took a special look at the Japanese soldier who was already lying in a pool of blood.

The Japanese soldier fell on his back, and Mr. Wang couldn't see his face clearly, just because, what else could he see? Even though Gu Man's brick hit the opponent's face, it had already knocked out the opponent's white head!

Moreover, coupled with the red blood, the situation is just like Lu Zhishen punching Guan Xi in the Water Margin, directly turning the opponent's head into a condiment shop where all the bottles and jars were knocked over!

Footsteps sounded in this house. When Wang Laomao rushed to the room next door, he saw that another Japanese soldier had been knocked down by Gu Man and Qiu Bo, but Qiu Bo was in front of the Japanese soldier. The blood from the bayonet is wiped on his clothes!

"Put these two idiots in the stove pit! And deal with the traces." Wang Laomao ordered.

Mr. Wang has his own considerations. It is estimated that the Japanese troops who went over there for reinforcements will not come back for a while. If they dispose of the bodies of the two Japanese soldiers and cover up the traces, then the Japanese army may not know that they are like this. A small group of Chinese soldiers had already penetrated through the Japanese defense lines.

From the bottom of his heart, Mr. Wang had no choice but to order the killing of the two remaining Japanese soldiers in the room.

He has no plans to engage in street fighting with the Japanese army here!

For this battle, Mr. Wang estimated that the Chinese defenders would have to spend several thousand if not ten thousand, and there would be many Japanese soldiers, so it would be better to save them with these "rotten garlic".

Wang Laomao has naturally looked forward to the prospect of finding Shang Zhen.

One is found, the other is not found.

The possibility of finding that little bastard Shang Zhen is very small, and the chances of not finding him are very high.

However, what Mr. Wang is most afraid of is that Shang Zhen is really in this village. However, in the end, Shang Zhen is okay, but those of them who came to look for Shang Zhen should stop cooing. Why bother looking for someone like that? What a nonsense!

"Uncle Wang, you're getting rich! You're getting rich!" At this moment, Qian Chuan'er suddenly screamed in another room.

This time, not only Mr. Wang, but also others hurried over to take a look, so they saw four wooden boxes placed next to the door of the room. The lid of one wooden box had been opened, but all the contents were placed inside. It's a Japanese grenade!

"Oh, no matter how good the horse is, the grass is not fat. This little devil really takes advantage of it!" Wang Lao Mao, who had seen strong winds and waves, also sighed.