The country is broken

In order to satisfy the curiosity of the sympathizers from the rear for actual combat, the district captain Wang Bao specially dispatched the [-]th and [-]th platoons in person. The opportunity to take pictures in actual combat, to show the people from all walks of life in the rear of the Kuomintang-controlled area how the Eighth Route Army dealt with the Japanese invaders in the Central Hebei area.

As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and this female student named He Xiang is not afraid of Li Wei, a fierce man at all. Instead, she argued with Li Wei, "You are a coward! Without a banner, how can you show that I am The heroic figure of the Chinese men fighting to the death against the Japanese invaders!"

"This is a battlefield, not a personal performance field, let alone filming, what kind of heroic image is it?! We have already set up a detailed battle plan before the battle, and the soldiers cooperate with each other tacitly. There is no need for any flags to guide the direction. Fighting depends on Fight as a team, not individual heroism." Li Wei bluntly accused the female students of being naive, but he never remembered that he sometimes acted foolishly with the enemy like a Rambo.Even if they specially take care of the request of condolences to the propaganda team members, they can't use the lives of their own soldiers as a tool to please.

What is charging the red flag? Precious, if the big red flag is so conspicuous on the battlefield, it would be a strange thing not to be shot, and only in movies and TV will there be scenes of charging with a red flag. Who would be so stupid in reality.

"You!~" He Xiangliu brows straightened up, her silver teeth gritted, and she was almost outraged by Li Wei's words. [

"Humph! Seven catties of pig's head and four catties of mouth, your Eighth Route's combat effectiveness is only so much, you can only play tricks, I have seen American soldiers, they are called elite divisions, and you can't even hear the guns." A person in charge The sympathy publicity team member who took the photo came over with a camera and said sourly.A look of contempt.

The faces of the soldiers in the fourth and fifth rows around them all changed color. If it weren't for the elite, how could they have laid down such a large base in such a difficult situation? For the sake of the guests, I rushed to educate him a long time ago. Just kidding, there are not many teams in the Jizhong area that can surpass the 12th district team in terms of combat effectiveness.Even the Yanling team, the local snake in Baiyangdian, has to call the 12th district team Big Brother.

"Hmph! Today I'm showing you the actual combat, so I deliberately slowed down the tempo of the attack to show you the shots. Normally, I would have settled the battle long ago!" Li Wei snorted coldly, unmoved at all, the U.S. military used it Thomson is not suitable for the Chinese battlefield where supplies are not smooth. If the US military is strong, it will not suffer a big loss in the Pacific War.

"Wei Zi, can't you say a few words?!" Chen Jiayao hurried over and pulled Li Wei aside.Turning to the female student He Xiang, he said, "Why don't we lay down a stronghold first. Can you shoot again?! Hold up a banner and pose for another shot, and then you can shoot whatever you want. Isn't this way everyone can be happy?"

"Okay! That's fine too!" Seeing Chen Jiayao coming out to smooth things over.The female student He Xiang did not express any objection, she gave Li Wei a white look and agreed.

The condolence publicity team member carrying the camera looked suspicious, and said with disdain: "Hmph! I'm afraid I won't be able to take it off for two days after you get well. I'll go smoke a cigarette and come back to watch." He didn't believe it at all. With a few people and such a small amount of weapons and equipment, it is simply a dream to capture the strongholds of the Japanese and puppet troops with solid defenses and fierce firepower.

Li Wei and the four and five rows of soldiers around him were so angry that they looked down on people through the crack of the door, it was too small.

"Hmph! Big stronghold. We'll get it done in minutes!" Li Wei snorted coldly, flicked his left wrist to reveal the watch, looked at the time, and then shouted to the left and right: "Guo Wen! Old Ding! Brothers, fuck you! Sixty seconds, get it done!" !"

As he said that, he pulled out the fighting thorn from his back and rushed towards the Japanese stronghold.

"Boom! ~~~"

The five rows of snipers were so neat that there was only one sound of salvo, which immediately silenced the shooting holes in the watchtowers of the Japanese and puppet army strongholds that were spitting out flames. It can also make the snipers cover each other, so that the enemy can't tell how many people are firing and where they are shooting.The battlefield was silent for a moment, only the sound of footsteps approaching the bunker quickly was heard.The four rows of fighters, as agile as civet cats, moved and jumped, making various evasive actions to quickly close the distance from the watchtower.

Then there were a few scattered shooting sounds, and the sharp gun stunts of the five rows of snipers completely blocked the firepower of the stronghold. The creepy and precise shooting made the condolence propaganda team members who had just turned around to pick up the cameras turn their heads. The face is full of disbelief, this is absolute shooting suppression, where did the Eight Routes here find so many sharpshooters, whether they are placed in the Japanese army, the national army, or even the American army, these two hands alone are enough to show What a super luxurious lineup is laid out outside this stronghold.

The first two waves of blocking shots had left no suspense in this battle.

20 seconds was enough time for three rows of fighters to get close to the outer wall of the stronghold.

boom! ~Boom! ~

The three rows approaching the stronghold unsparingly stuffed grenades into the shooting holes they could see, blasted open the gate of the stronghold and quickly filed in, without even a shout of killing, the soldiers with black and bright bayonets rushed directly Enter the room, followed by the machine gunner as fire support.

With a bang, the two-inch-thick door sawdust flew, and Li Wei knocked open the door of the watchtower and rushed in. There were screams from inside the watchtower. All the devil soldiers are hated by this fighting thorn.

Gunshots rang out inside the watchtower, and the watchtower was filled with the howls of Japanese and puppet soldiers before they died. The machine guns shot upwards from the bottom of the watchtower swept the Japanese soldiers on the top of the watchtower like rotten wood and fell down the watchtower. In the stronghold, it was surprising that the voices of the Eighth Route Army soldiers who had entered the watchtower were not heard.

The third row always likes to be sneaky, even head-to-head assaults are so weird and ruthless, except for Li Wei who occasionally explodes with a loud voice, the other fighters are almost like a gloomy and calm pack of wolves that quickly and decisively devour the enemy, leaving nothing behind. A little scumbag. [

The pointer on Li Wei's wrist had just completed a circle, and besides the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, there was another enemy with a weapon in his hand in the stronghold that was desperately resisting a minute ago.

Whether it was the photographer who made sarcastic remarks just now, or the female student He Xiang who angrily asked Li Wei and the others to hang up the flag and charge so that they could take a shot, the representatives of the condolences team who watched the match all had their eyes wide open, their mouths wide open, and their faces full of expressions. stagnant.

A beautiful blitz broke out right in front of the sympathy propaganda team members, and it was over perfectly before they came to their senses. It took only 1 minute, just like chopping a chicken with a sledgehammer. kill.

Amidst the wailing and begging for mercy, the puppet army who survived because it was the Chinese was thrown out of the stronghold by the gun butts of the three rows of soldiers, while the Japanese soldiers resisted until they were killed because they knew there was no way out.

Until the end of the battle, the throwing squad for fire support outside the stronghold even sat on the side of the two throwing barrels and chewed grass roots, without even uncovering the gun box. Originally, any platoon could handle this kind of small battle independently Well, they came here purely to support the facade. This kind of stronghold with the age of the soldiers in the company and even the color of their underwear today is not in the position to give preferential treatment with throwing cannons.

Hiss! ~~~ The photographer who was still playing Jueyan just now gasped and gasped, watching Li Wei come out of the watchtower holding the blood-stained fighting thorn in his hand, the blood beads still It kept slipping, and the relaxed and smile on his face seemed to be the expression of returning home from work, without the bloody and ferocious air after a massacre.

"Okay! You guys go and take pictures, don't talk about raising the flag and showing off, you can just find someone to pretend to be a devil." Li Wei walked over, as if he didn't see the strangeness on the faces of these condolence propaganda team members, he shook his fighting thorn a few times Shake, shake off the blood beads on it, and then insert it back into the thorn sheath on the back.

Killing people is like killing chickens and dogs!This silly soldier is really a fierce god!Not only the photographer, but even the female student He Xiang began to feel a little afraid of Li Wei in her heart. The two of them had never seen such a person who took murder so seriously.

The occupied strongholds are not allowed to be fiddled with by the fourth and fifth platoons. The real battlefield scene is the best photography scene for the condolences and propaganda team members. Renew the posture of launching an attack, pick up a tall and strong soldier and raise a red flag high with a bamboo pole, and make a scene of shouting and charging forward. In the hand-to-hand combat with the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, the cameraman was so busy with a series of shots that he didn’t even have time to change the negatives. The whole process of the battle is truly reproduced as if the phase master risked his death to charge with the team.

The camera is a rare thing in the base area. The soldiers in the fourth and fifth platoons looked at the diorama and cooperated with all their strength. Even the leader of the third platoon, Chen Jiayao, showed off his posture, but Li Wei was the only one. He was intentionally excluded from the camera, and he didn't even get a picture of his back. It's not that he hasn't seen a camera before. Li Wei didn't care about not being able to get a picture.

After a lot of tossing, it wasn't until the sun went down that the photographer was satisfied with consuming the negatives he carried this time, but the soldiers of the 12th district team were as tired as if they had fought dozens of strongholds.

After packing up the spoils and singing the military songs of the Eighth Route Army, whether it was the fourth and fifth rows, or the representatives of the sympathy propaganda team who visited the actual combat, they all began to return to the station with satisfaction.