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Chapter 677 Putting the cart before the horse

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    The puppet army has never experienced this at all. They are a mile away and just about to set off, but there are ballistic missiles whizzing through the air?  Is it an illusion?  Is there another ballistic missile buried nearby?  This is not right!  Suddenly someone called out. It turned out that the gunshots from the front were really coming from here!  This is not an illusion at all.  The two companies in the main attack direction just set off, and they all fell down. I had never seen an Eighth Route Army attack like this. Listen carefully, you can see that the bullet rain is not dense, but everyone is still unwilling to stand up; a few Japs scattered in the team are brave  It was much larger, but it was bent over and waved its bayonet around, indicating that it must move forward.  Under the threat, they finally reluctantly stood up again. As a result, some people fell down and cried, covering their wounds with sudden blood. So they all lay down again. The Japanese were so angry that they raised their guns on the spot and shot the puppet soldier who screamed in agony.  The wounded were killed directly, the noise disappeared, and the puppet soldiers had to continue to move forward, bending as low as they could, wishing they could retract their heads into their necks and move forward step by step.  Four hundred meters, casualties began to appear again, three or four fell down. This time the puppet soldiers who were lying down were unwilling to stand up, so they simply started to crawl forward from here on.  Several Japanese soldiers were furious and waved their bayonets again to intimidate and threaten them.  Dang The sound sounded clear and harsh. A Japanese soldier stared blankly at the people nearby who turned to him. He took off his own helmet and took it in his hand to see the bullet marks. A lucky smile appeared on his face, but that smile was still there.  Before he could fully bloom, he was jolted, hit by another roaring projectile, and fell down.  With a crash, this time even the arrogant Japs supervising the battle fell down. Unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army also had good marksmanship. Using a few guerrillas to fight security wars every day was equivalent to playing chess with bad chess baskets. The vigilance was already low.  How pitiful!  After passing the three-hundred-meter distance line, these puppet troops actually didn¡¯t want to crawl forward any further. These eight roads were all covered by three-eighth gates!  His marksmanship was not bad. He had only seen the Japanese abusing the Eighth Route Army at this distance. This time, it was the Eighth Route Army abusing the puppet troops at this distance. More importantly, a Japanese soldier was screaming and wailing in front.  The Ninth Company position has basically restored its original layout. There are only three non-staff idlers left in one row. Hu Yi temporarily took over the Czech light machine guns in the third row and occasionally fired at bursts;  He did not withdraw, but occasionally fired cold shots; Tang Dagou continued to shoot, pulling the gun bolt again and again, and barking at the top of his voice, as if he was suffering from rabies.  "No one is allowed to hit my target!" "He belongs to me!" "Whoever dares to hit him is sworn in with me!" "I'm going to let you crawl again!" "I'm going to let you go.  Move again!" In Tang Dagou's rifle sight, an unlucky Japanese man was screaming in the unlucky green sparse range, with more than one wound.  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Another spurt of blood spattered, and the bloody devil was punched through his feet.  Every time Tang Dagou shoots, he would rather aim outside, rather than miss, rather than aim straight. He only shoots towards the edge of the target outline, one shot after another!  Not only the puppet troops were dumbfounded, but some soldiers on the Ninth Company position were also dumbfounded. Although they couldn't see the details of the target, they also knew how miserable the target was. Is Big Dog crazy and insisting on holding on to that Japs forever?  How many bullets was he going to waste on that one target?  Why doesn't the company commander care?  Finally, a Japanese soldier couldn't stand it any longer. He put down his rifle and stood up and rushed towards the injured fellow villagers. He was angry and cursing as he passed the cowardly puppet soldiers lying in the grass one after another and not daring to move.  The Czech-style light machine gun that occasionally fired bursts suddenly roared continuously, and the originally indifferent sporadic ballistics suddenly turned into a venomous snake, chasing the rescue target despicably. The ballistics were not visible in the dazzling sunlight, but the ruthlessness of sweeping past could be heard.  Howling, the broken grass keeps fluttering.  Then the three light machine guns of the puppet army suddenly started to scream and poured wildly on the Eighth Route position; then the shooting frequency on the Eighth Route position increased again, and the puppet soldiers hurriedly lay down in the grass to fight back, and the gunshots were loud again.  In the rain of bullets, the brave saviors can always reach the wounded. God has mercy on him. The Japs have really escaped from the clutches of the machine gunners, shining brightly in the sun. Several other Japs who are watching are about to burst into tears. Why?  Knowing that there is an even more despicable guy with a hateful ponytail, hiding in an inconspicuous corner, squinting his evil eyes and waiting quietly in the sight of the rifle. She is waiting for the moment when the brave savior stops,  Then make this scene even more tragic.  ¡­ ¡­ Chen Chong¡¯s platoon is in charge of the west side. So far, they haven¡¯t fired a single shot. They are all huddled in foxholes and waiting. Although the terrain difference is not big, this position can at least be considered a high position, leaving an observation post to control the situation.    Chen Chong's platoon's equipment is not as good as that of the Ninth Company, and its rejection ability is not as good as that of the Ninth Company, but he received the first tough battle mission, which does not require range or accuracy.  Chen Chong had already attached his bayonet and unscrewed the back cover of the grenade. All he could do was hold his rifle and wait nervously. In Wang Peng Company, Chen Chong was already the one with the most combat experience, even though he, as a platoon leader, always looked natural.  Damn it, no one outside the Ninth Company dared to laugh at him!  "Platoon commander, the company commander said that we should bring the enemy closer to fight. How close should we bring it?" "Within the grenade range." The soldier drooled dryly and stopped talking.  Chen Chong, who didn't want to say anything more, had to say: "I remember when the Ninth Company was still the Ninth Platoon, I ran on the city wall of Meixian County! At that time I was the squad leader." Stray bullets occasionally fly with no eyes.  Passing over Chen Chong's formation, a figure suddenly rushed into the foxhole where Chen Chong was.  "Director Qin? Why are you here?" Qin You shook the rifle from the seriously wounded man in his hand and sat down next to Chen Chong: "I'm here to serve as a soldier for you." "But" "Close  Mouth! There is no but! Why do everyone want to tell me but?" Then Chen Chong was speechless, how could he be a soldier?  This is obviously because I am worried about my mother¡¯s family!  "Don't worry. I won't interfere with your command. I can't stand that good-for-nothing mule anymore!" Qin You took out a half-stubbed crumpled cigarette from his pocket and blew on the soil stained on the cigarette.  He opened his mouth and began to search for matches again. He was not here to supervise the army, but he knew that there would be a storm here in Chen Chong, so he hoped that he would be here too.   There were constant gunshots from the south, sometimes sparse and sometimes dense, but the attack from the west went smoothly and completely unimpeded. It was not that the pseudo-company commander did not see that the frontal attack was blocked. It was because his level was limited, and he was greedy for profit. He was attracted by the smooth situation on the west road.  He got carried away, but instead pushed hard to speed up, and kept making utilitarian promises to the brothers around him: Success is in front of you, as long as you get to the Eighth Route Army position, chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven!  As they rushed closer and closer, they could already see the Eighth Route Army position clearly. The puppet soldiers held their rifles tighter and tighter, and some began to pull out grenades. Suddenly, they saw a wave of grenades flying from the front.  The battle on the west side started in an instant, without even warning. It started directly with grenades, and the distance of receiving fire was less than fifty meters, as if the whole world began to tremble.  The puppet troops in the front row were immersed in the rising smoke, and the puppet troops in the back began to throw forward, so the position on the west side of the Eighth Route Army was also filled with rising smoke.  "Charge!" Nothing is impossible, the puppet troops really charge!  I just bent my waist very low, and from time to time I panicked and fell down before getting up again. I gritted my teeth and relied on the smoke screens of grenades and falling earth as cover, thinking that the Eighth Route Army would not be able to see me for a while, and thought that I would be able to rush forward.  won.  As long as we charge forward, how can the Eighth Route Army not collapse?  This is what the puppet troops take for granted. After all, they are not the security forces of Meixian County, and their opponents have always been guerrillas.  The pseudo company commander followed behind the charging team and waved his pistol desperately. Seeing that the front of the formation was about to create glory, his nervous expression finally relaxed. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced north unintentionally, and immediately stared again.  There were more than twenty people in the eighth group, carrying bayonets and grenades, and they were coming from the north. One of them, a guy as big as a bear, had long since laid down in the grass and started setting up a machine gun.  Aren¡¯t you holding your position?  Did you even bring them out of the nest?  The pseudo company commander tilted his neck and looked at it with a chill!  ¡­¡­
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