Anti-Japanese blood sacrifice mountains and rivers

Huang Dezhi tried his best to keep his body as flat as possible, instead of taking advantage of the usual training to roll forward, because there was a small bush under him, and Huang Dezhi was very lucky to fall into this bush, but the severe pain in his right foot made Huang Dezhi conscious. I probably twisted my ankle. |[-] Literature

The limping Huang Dezhi moved hard along the wall behind the bushes to the alley ahead, and at the same time threw an m3 steel ball grenade behind him. The Japanese and puppet soldiers screamed in pain during the explosion, because the dispersive characteristics of the steel ball grenade explosion were different from the The prefabricated fragmentation grenade is completely different. It does not have a dead angle of at least 35 degrees. Instead, it flies wildly across the alley. With the help of the smoke and dust from the explosion, Huang Dezhi dodges into the alley, and a Japanese machine gunner behind him, holding a Type [-] machine gun, continuously buckles He fired a few long bursts, causing smoke and dust to rise from the mouth of the alley. A puppet soldier who charged too close was hit in the thigh and fell to the ground, howling.

Soon, the Japanese soldiers who were shooting with machine guns were severely slapped several times by a lieutenant officer who rushed over. The lieutenant officer angrily said: "Bastard, idiot, catch alive! This is a high-ranking officer. , Do you understand? The headquarters ordered to catch alive at all costs, we need intelligence!"

Huang Dezhi limped and moved to the end of the alley. Suddenly, the seven Japanese soldiers who had been ambushing there before came out of the residential houses on the side. The two sides met each other. The seven Japanese soldiers were obviously unprepared. They were all on their shoulders, and the three of them were still lighting their cigarettes with their heads down, when they suddenly found a Chinese paratrooper in the alley in front of them?The astonishment of the Japanese soldiers can be imagined.

Ever since, the Japanese soldiers unloaded the rifles from their shoulders in a hurry, pulled the handle and tried to push the bullets to load. The Japanese 874-style rifles have a fatal determination, that is, there is no shooting safety. If the bullets are loaded and do not fire for a long time, It is easy to cause the firing pin to loosen or dislocate, and it is also easy to misfire, so Japanese soldiers will only push and load the bullet when necessary, and withdraw the bullet after contacting the warning.Anti-Japanese Blood Sacrifice Mountains and Rivers [-]

Huang Dezhi turned his Thompson submachine gun sideways and fired in a fanning direction, sweeping all the Japanese soldiers who were pulling the trigger to the ground, stepping over the corpses and blood, Huang Dezhi moved quickly enduring the pain in his feet, because he knew very well that the Thompson submachine gun The sound of shooting will attract more Japanese troops to encircle and suppress.

Since the Japanese army planned to capture the injured officer Huang Dezhi alive, they had some concerns about shooting, but Huang Dezhi had no worries. Seventy or eighty Japanese soldiers followed behind him in a fierce chase around the alley. Using grenades to set up booby traps, using alleys to shoot, killed dozens of Japanese soldiers back and forth, but the situation has not been alleviated at all, and the ammunition is gradually decreasing, but the Japanese are like a mad dog, biting more and more tightly!

Huang Dezhi had no choice but to climb up to the room. A stray bullet just hit Huang Dezhi's thigh. The fast-moving Japanese envoy Huang Dezhi had no time to bandage it. The blood soon soaked his trousers. After being able to persist for more than ten, twenty, ten minutes, after turning around and throwing a few grenades to blow up the Japanese soldiers following him, Huang Dezhi walked along the tall fence to the roof of a brick house at the intersection.

Huang Dezhi happened to find a group of Japanese military officers gathered in front of a car, as if they were pointing at the map to study something?And there are only a few Japanese soldiers with rifles in the vicinity. With such a lax vigilance, if I don’t give the little Japanese a break, I’m really sorry for them. Dozens of little devils collapsed back and forth, and I count it Enough is enough, but why not do it if you can kill a few more?To deal with Little Japan, you have to do what Commander Gao said, kill them all, and they won't dare to come again.

Huang Dezhi checked the clips of the Thompson submachine gun, took out the last three grenades, put the two clips aside, pulled out the safety of the three grenades one by one, and quickly threw them out. In the violent explosion, Huang Dezhi picked up his submachine gun and began to fire violently. After two rounds of bullets, the black Ford car and the nearby Japanese officers became sieves.

Huang Dezhi glanced at the messy corpses, endured the severe pain and slid down from the house into the courtyard, returned to the door of a high-rise compound that he passed by before, and climbed in along the dog hole by the wall. It seems that it has been deserted for a long time and no one lives in it?But the bluestone floor is very bright?Apparently frequented by people?There are many refugees of Japanese expatriates sleeping on the streets in Zhangjiakou, but the houses here are empty?The yard is full of weeds, but the bluestone path is polished?

Huang Dezhi looked around, limped to the food room behind the stable, leaned on a pile of weeds and panted heavily, the loss of blood made his movements more and more difficult, and his eyelids seemed to be getting heavier, Huang Dezhi He kept reminding himself to persevere. After spraying the hemostatic agent on the wound, the hemostatic agent could not fully achieve the effect of hemostasis. After hesitating for a while, Huang Dezhi pulled out the bullet head of a [-]-inch caliber pistol bullet, evenly Pour gunpowder on the wound, and stretch the lighter towards the wound with trembling hands.

With a chirp, Huang Dezhi saw strange blue flames emanating from the wound, and instantly felt sweat dripping down his scalp. Huang Dezhi suddenly remembered that this method was suggested by Fang Guozhong, a guy who has never been serious. Is it feasible? , Did Fang Guozhong himself use it too much?

Huang Dezhi was very thankful that he did not faint in the severe pain, but the smell of burnt flesh wafted around. Looking closely, there were burnt blisters all around the wound. If antibiotics were not used in time, Huang Dezhi was very sure I will die from complications such as tetanus infection, sepsis, etc., Fang Guozhong, this bastard, is actually lying!Huang Dezhi gritted his teeth with hatred, how did he know that Fang Guozhong heard it from Gao Fei, and Gao Fei saw it from the film and television drama?As a result, one pitted one by one.

Suddenly, the sound of Japanese hard-soled leather shoes sounded outside the nearby wall. Huang Dezhi's heart tightened immediately, and he checked his weapons. The ammunition he carried with him was basically consumed. The Thompson submachine gun had less than 1911 rounds of ammunition, and the m[-] semi-automatic pistol still had more With two magazines, the grenade is exhausted.

Huang Dezhi put his submachine gun on the window sill, waiting for the Japanese army to break in. It was time for a decisive battle. Huang Dezhi released the safety of the Thomson submachine gun. At this moment, there was suddenly a fierce exchange of fire outside the courtyard wall. The muffled short bursts of the submachine gun, and the crisp single shot of the m1 carbine.