The War of Resistance

A black thing the size of a fist flew out from the corner, accompanied by a cry of "Grenade"!

If the few people who came over with boxes of cannons were Japanese soldiers, it wouldn't matter, because they were Japanese, and they might not be able to understand the word "grenade" in Chinese, but they were puppet soldiers.

Never underestimate the conditioned reflex of fear of death.

When they saw something the size of a black grenade flying over the approaching alley, the eyes of the puppet soldiers naturally rose, but the sound of "grenade" made them lie down subconsciously.

At the time of life and death, how could they hesitate for a moment?

At this time, at the alleyway in front of them, a man suddenly leaned out and lay on his side.

His left arm was pressed against the ground for support, and his right hand was holding the trigger tightly.

The rapid gunshots of the box cannon rang out, "pop", "pop", "pop". After hitting several points in succession, three of the four people who came over were knocked down.

The fourth one was not shot, but the problem was that he didn't know who told him to fall down when the grenade exploded.

That way, even if the grenade exploded and he was injured, it would only be to his feet and not his head.

You can't have your feet and your head at the same time. You have to give up your feet to get your head!

When the puppet soldier was lying down and thought he was fine, he heard a "pop" in front of his head, and he saw a black thing being smashed into a "pie" in front of him, revealing the contents inside. "Stuffing" comes.

The black skin has dirt on it, but the yellow flesh is just a sweet potato!

Since pies can fall from the sky, why can't sweet potatoes fall from the sky?

sweet potato? Grenade? Sweet potato grenade?

The puppet soldier felt that he had been fooled. When he wanted to turn around and sit up, it was already too late. There was another gunshot, and he was also hit by a bullet.

Immediately afterwards, gunshots continued to sound here. It was the four puppet soldiers who had just been knocked down who were shot again.

The person who used sweet potatoes as grenades and shot again was of course Wang Xiaodan. When he was refilling his gun, Wang Xiaodan even saw a puppet soldier who had only been wounded by him but not killed, and cast a pleading look at him. .

But Wang Xiaodan's gunshot sounded, and even though he could confirm through his eyes, it should be a Chinese. But there is no way, who told you to become a puppet soldier and a traitor?

Wang Xiaodan retracted his body from the main street. At this time, he let out a long sigh of relief. This box cannon had ten shots. If he remembered correctly, he should have fired exactly ten shots. .

When Wang Xiaodan was about to take out the bridge clip to refill the gun, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He turned around subconsciously, and then he realized that those Chen Laocai's people who had just ran past him were running back along the alley, and they were looking at him in a daze.

To be honest, at this moment, Wang Xiaodan was suddenly a little confused. These guys wouldn't think that they were Japanese soldiers advancing into the team, right? Give yourself another shot!

But then he came to his senses. He felt guilty in his heart, but on the surface he shouted loudly: "You are all five or six in size, and only four Japanese devils came here to scare you like this?"

Wang Xiaodan felt anxious in his heart, but on the surface he was very calm, staring at those people.

Those people were really suppressed by Wang Xiaodan, and no one actually raised a gun at him. The reason was that some of them actually saw Wang Xiaodan leaning out from the alley and shooting.

After a while, a young man ran over and stuck his head out of the alley to look north. Then he shouted, "My mother, you really beat me to death!"

As soon as he shouted, several people ran past Wang Xiaodan to take a look. It couldn't be true or false. The bodies of the four puppet soldiers who were shot down by Wang Xiaodan were still lying there. , blood has stained the streets red.

"Hey, there are box guns there. They all use box guns! That one seems to use a gun shuttle," someone else shouted.

Box guns, box guns, shell guns, in the end they are not all the same thing.

The backwardness of industry makes the current Chinese military and civilians especially like semi-automatic or automatic weapons such as box guns.

After hearing what those people said, Wang Xiaodan realized that the box cannon used by the four people he knocked down actually had 20 shots. He had not noticed it before!

"Keep the one with the shuttle for me!" Wang Xiaodan said anxiously.

But when they saw the four people who were knocked down by Wang Xiaodan, the people from Chen Laocai's village protection team looked at Wang Xiaodan differently.

Wang Xiaodan felt a little uneasy in his heart, but in the eyes of those who were guarding the village, Wang Xiaodan, who was not tall and did not look outstanding, was already a murderer-like figure!

"Yes! I'll keep that gun for you. You can choose any of those guns you want." The young man who was the first to see the gun quickly expressed his opinion.

"Why did you come back again?" Wang Xiaodan asked while loading bullets into his cannon.

"There are also Japanese and Japanese soldiers on that other end." The young man said sheepishly.

Wang Xiaodan, who had already stood up at this time, looked towards the other end of the alley. Sure enough, there were still a few people from Chen Laocai at the entrance of the alley. They were probably afraid that the other party would rush over and watch!

"Not many, right?" Wang Xiaodan asked.

"Yeah." The young man became more and more embarrassed.

"We can rush over from this end to save our people on the village." The young man quickly changed the subject, but then he realized that he did not know Wang Xiaodan, "Brother, which group are you from? Are you like this? It’s a Northeastern accent!”

Wang Xiaodan laughed dumbly: "You said I have a Northeastern accent. Which group do you think I am from?"

"From the 51st Army? People say that the 51st Army specializes in robbing——" At this time, someone next to him interrupted, but due to the combat effectiveness demonstrated by Wang Xiaodan just now, he did not dare to tell the whole story, and Wang Xiaodan had no plans to Let them finish.

"There are good people and bad people everywhere. Besides, is my Northeastern accent so strong?" Wang Xiaodan explained well, but he was more curious about the accent.

This is because it is true that Wang Xiaodan is from the Northeast Army, but he is really not from the Northeast.

However, as the saying goes, those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black. Wang Xiaodan has now learned a few Northeastern dialects. Although he does not have the big bad taste in his mouth like Shang Zhen and other authentic Northeastern people, he has a small bad taste. There are always.

At this point, Wang Xiaodan and these people have gotten to know each other and are fighting side by side.

Wang Xiaodan first asked these people to collect the weapons and ammunition of the four people he killed.

The four people were actually very close to the alley, not even 30 meters away.

It turned out that not long ago, these people from Chen Laocai's village protection team heard gunshots from the other side of Zhuangzi and hurried back. As a result, they were ambushed by the advancing Japanese and puppet troops.

Of course, their ambush was very limited, and there were not many people in total. However, after shooting and killing several members of the village guard team, the rest were so frightened that they turned around and ran back.

But they were chasing after him, and eventually the rest of the village protection team ran into the alley, where they bumped into Wang Xiaodan.

"Brother, what do you think we should do? Let's rush across the street and save our people." The young man mentioned the old story again.

When people were about to drown, they still grabbed the last straw. Their leader had been beaten to death. The people in the village protection team now seemed to regard Wang Xiaodan as their backbone.

"Don't go out from this end, this is the main street. Who knows if there are any Japs in front of you." Wang Xiaodan said. Then he looked at the alley where he was now.

It was time for Wang Xiaodan to show his face, or it was time for Wang Xiaodan to continue to shine as a hero behind his head.

"Can we go from the roof of the house to the head of the little devil blocking you?" Wang Xiaozhan suggested.

And when he said this, the eyes of these people in the village protection team! It's all bright.

One guy even said, "I've got grenades."