PFC Chapter 9 Bloody Slaughter
Chapter 9 Bloody Slaughter
Yang Zheng stood at the village entrance. Although he was far away, he could still faintly hear some gunshots. He silently hoped that his comrades would be safe and sound.
As the gunfire grew closer, Yang Zheng slowly retreated into the village, found a stool at the company headquarters, and sat down.
He took out a pack of cigarettes he had seized from the Japanese soldiers last time, opened it, took out one, and lit it.
A smoke ring was exhaled, and the cigarette butt continued to flicker.
Slowly, as the smoke burned down to the bottom, the gunshots grew closer.
Meanwhile, Chen Xiaoquan led his men on a desperate escape, rushing towards Changning Village.
Behind them, the Japanese soldiers howled and chased after them, stopping every now and then to fire a shot from behind.
Changning Village was connected by a dirt road. Chen Xiaoquan and his men entered the village at top speed without any hesitation, and then, under the watchful eyes of the Japanese soldiers, they ran wildly towards the other end of the dirt road.
By the time they entered the village, only 10 of the original 16 men remained. Six brave soldiers had fallen along this stretch of road.
Meanwhile, Mao Dashuan and Chen Xiaoquan brought up the rear, occasionally firing a shot at the pursuing Japanese soldiers with their Type 38 rifles to slow their advance.
At that moment, the two men used the earthen wall of a house at the village entrance as cover and opened fire on the Japanese soldiers. At the same time, Chen Xiaoquan shouted frantically, "Run! We'll hold them off from behind, you guys run!"
The sound was extremely loud, so that the Japanese soldiers behind him could hear it clearly. Moreover, his expression was also noticed by the lieutenant in the center of the Japanese pursuit force.
He put down his binoculars, a contemptuous look on his face, and said indifferently, "These pathetic Eighth Route Army guerrillas. Order the troops to catch up with them, capture them alive, and find out the whereabouts of the Chinese in Changning Village."
The casualties of the Empire's warriors must be compensated with bloodshed!
"Hi!"
"Kill them all!!"
With only two rifles, they were unable to fire under the simultaneous pressure of the Japanese's three light machine guns. The Japanese began to charge recklessly, their faces full of sinister smiles.
It was as if they could already see the Eighth Route Army kneeling down and begging for mercy in front of them, just like other Chinese troops.
Seeing that almost all the Japanese soldiers were rushing over, Chen Xiaoquan nodded to Mao Dashuan, then climbed over the window of the house.
"Go! We can't stop them anymore! If we don't leave now, we'll all be stuck here!"
The performance must be realistic.
These are the words Yang Zheng said to Chen Xiaoquan, and they perfectly embody Chen Xiaoquan's spirit.
The Japanese soldiers had no doubt whatsoever, or rather, at that moment, their arrogance and overconfidence meant they simply didn't take the Eighth Route Army seriously.
It should be noted that last year, they had a record of an infantry battalion daring to chase and beat up an entire Chinese division.
And facing the Eighth Route Army, which was even worse equipped, the Japanese devils were now even less of a threat.
Chen Xiaoquan and Mao Dashuan had already rushed to the center of the village, while the Japanese pursuing troops had also arrived at the village entrance.
"Slap! Slap!"
The gunshot was extremely clear. Yang Zheng gently placed the cigarette he had just lit and taken two puffs of on the table, letting the faint smoke slowly rise into the air.
"I'll only smoke this last bit of cigarette after I've killed all the Japanese devils. I hope I can still get a smoke!" Yang Zheng muttered to himself, then drew his pistol, cocked it, gripped it tightly with both hands, and stood in the shadows to the right of the company headquarters window, glancing sideways at the village road.
Chen Xiaoquan and Mao Dashuan passed by quickly under his gaze, but suddenly they heard a series of "poof poof poof" sounds. The Japanese light machine gun had moved to the village entrance and started firing at the two of them.
Then, there was a "thud...thud..." sound, and someone fell down.
"Da Shuan..."
"Platoon leader, let's go..."
Yang Zheng tightened his grip on the gun, but did not move. However, he had already bitten his lower lip until it bled.
You must endure!
Yang Zheng didn't know how Mao Dashuan was doing, but he heard a footstep quickly leaving, followed by a large group of footsteps rapidly approaching.
They're here, the Japanese devils are coming in.
Due to the terrain limitations, Yang Zheng could not have a full view of the field, so he could only rely on his limited field of vision and his own experience to judge when to launch a counterattack.
And the time is almost here.
He heard noisy footsteps running through the village, he heard the arrogant laughter of the Japanese soldiers, and he also saw one Japanese soldier after another passing by him at intervals of 3 to 5 meters.
The time has come.
Yang Zheng held his gun horizontally and took a small step forward. He then saw a Japanese soldier with a Type 38 rifle appear in his line of sight.
"Bang!"
The 7.63mm bullet shot out, instantly killing the Japanese soldier, and also signifying the official start of the counterattack.
"Baka!!"
Immediately afterwards, there were more than a dozen crisp "click" sounds, which quickly turned into the "clanging" sound of the metal casing rapidly colliding with the stone surface.
It was a grenade, a grenade thrown by soldiers who were lying in ambush in the village.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom boom boom!"
The explosions were extremely frequent, but the Japanese soldiers quickly found cover as the grenades rolled down, so the damage to them was not too great.
But what we need is time for them to hide, and the smoke of battle to temporarily obscure their vision.
From the scattered houses and paths on both sides of the village road, figures wielding large knives rushed out one after another, led by Zhao Dahu and Luo Dashan.
The two men took the lead and were the first to make contact with the Japanese soldiers. With a single stroke, they slashed down at a Japanese soldier who hadn't even had time to stand up.
"Snap!!"
A fleshy mass fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.
Luo Dashan kicked hard with his right foot, sending the severed Japanese head flying into the arms of another Japanese soldier charging at him with a bayonet. Then, he took a long, uninterrupted stride forward.
The broadsword slashed horizontally, and bright red blood shot into the sky.
"Hahaha, that's great! You Japanese devils, your Grandpa Luo will teach you how to use a knife!" Luo Dashan laughed heartily, but his steps never stopped.
Meanwhile, about thirty soldiers wielding broadswords clashed head-on with the Japanese soldiers, shouts of battle rang out, and men from both sides fell to the ground one after another.
Among them, the most outstanding were the summoned warriors. Apart from Luo Dashan, each of the other warriors also performed exceptionally well, their broadswords seemingly coming to life as they frantically slaughtered the Japanese soldiers.
As for the blacksmith Li Dachui, perhaps it was Zhao Dahu's deliberate arrangement, he was left to be at the very end of the charge.
But the moment he rushed to the battlefield, he couldn't resist joining in. He swung his sledgehammer and smashed it down, causing the head of the Japanese soldier in front of him to explode like a watermelon.
Red and white splattered all over the ground, the scene was extremely bloody.
Outside the village, the remaining two Japanese light machine gun squads were somewhat at a loss. Before they could even enter the village, a bloody battle had already begun. What should they do now?
They couldn't help but turn their gazes to their lieutenant.
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