Chapter 37: The Cunning Fox (Part 2)

"Dadada..."

Before these Japanese soldiers could figure out what was going on, the unique dull roar of Maxim's water-cooled heavy machine gun fired suddenly rang out again on this battlefield.

Faced with such an absolute accident, the Japanese soldiers who were holding bayonets in their hands were lined up in a row, and they were like dominoes being pushed down, and they were standing there, waiting for the death row prisoners to be executed, and fell down without resistance without resistance.

"Ba Geyaru!Ba Geyaru!Ba Geyaru!" The captain of the Japanese army lay on the ground, and he roared angrily: "Bastard, you are all bastards. You despicable and shameless bastards actually insulted the sacred Bushido spirit..."

The Japanese soldier who was lucky enough not to be killed by a heavy machine gun quickly raised the rifle in his hand, and a "click" sound was made. It was not until this time that the soldiers suddenly remembered that according to training and combat practices, they had already unloaded all the bullets in the rifle before bayonet fighting!

Just as they were rushing to load bullets into their rifles again, the Japanese captain who was proficient in Chinese and could still speak a few idioms, suddenly heard Lei Zhen's low roar as the heavy machine gun kept roaring at them and his constant cursing, "Smash them hard, even if you can't kill them, you must smash them half to death first!"

Six or seven grenades were thrown out from every corner with a whirring sound of wind, and with nearly straight track marks, they cut through the short ten meters of the two armies, and hit the Japanese soldiers hard.

"Boom! Boom!! Boom..."

At this time, Lei Zhen and the six Chinese soldiers tried hard to shrink their bodies into a relatively safe position, and threw all the grenades around them, at hand, on the enemy's heads.

When the last grenade exploded among the Japanese soldiers, raising a swath of black smoke, at such a close distance. No Japanese soldiers who suffered such a high-intensity attack could stand up again with their own strength.

Lei Zhen turned his head and pointed at a Chinese soldier who had no strength to support his body and could only lie on the Maxim heavy machine gun and gasped heavily. He raised a thumbs up and said casually: "Beautiful job!"

The Chinese soldier also raised his left hand and raised a thumbs up at Lei Zhen in response. At the same time, a big smile appeared on his face.

Just as he smiled the brightest and happiestly, the excitement in his pupils slowly dissipated, and finally turned into a vague nothingness.

Even when facing death, there was still a happy smile on the corner of his mouth. To use Lei Zhen's words, he was already dead anyway, so why don't he fight? Now he is definitely making enough money.

This suddenly appeared on the heavy machine gun position.

The person who launched a fatal attack on the Japanese soldiers was the Chinese soldier who was injured in his right arm and could no longer shoot. He temporarily acted as an ammunition player. In order to find bullets to crawl around on the position, he was shot by the enemy.

Lei Zhen carried the bayonet and slowly walked to the side of the Japanese soldiers who had fallen down in one after another. He unexpectedly discovered it.

Before the captain died, he saw Lei Zhen and could still stare at him and said intermittently: "You are a sneak attack... it is the most shameless betrayal! Although you killed my brother, I respect you as a hero... But you are not worthy of becoming a soldier at all. You have insulted the sacred Bushido spirit..."

"Hero? Soldier?"

Lei Zhen flipped over the military uniform that had turned into more than a dozen cloth strips on his body, but fortunately the logo on the military uniform was still there. Lei Zhen directly sent the logo to the captain's eyes.

Looking at the sign that was close to you, which was dirty enough by gunpowder and mud, but could still be distinguished, the Japanese captain suddenly widened his eyes.

His lips trembled for a long time until his heart stopped beating and he didn't say a word.

This Japanese captain died with his eyes open. Even if he died, he was thinking about a question in his heart: "Is it just a... Boy Scout who killed so many of us brothers and had many tricks?"

Seeing that the Japanese captain slowly stopped breathing, Lei Zhen whispered: "We only have seven people, but you have twenty-three people. Only fools are so stupid that they fight with you bayonets! Besides, your spirit of Bushido is nothing to do? Do you want to do as you say. Should I swing my fists and fight against its claws when facing a black bear. After being bitten by a wild dog, I should lie down and bite it with its mouth?!"

Of course, that captain could not answer again.

Now the dark sky has slowly enveloped the entire earth. The sight has become a little hazy across dozens of meters away. In front of the Sihang Warehouse, there is finally a silence.

The six Chinese soldiers who could still stand on the battlefield with their own strength all heard what Lei Zhen said.

Although they all respect Lei Zhen very much, and although they all thank Lei Zhen very much, they made them persist in the dark, so that at least they could live in the Sihang Warehouse for a few more days, they still curled their lips at the same time.

After seeing Lei Zhen’s craziest side on the battlefield, I suddenly heard him roaring so angry that he could stand there with murderous intent. He really had a blue sky above his head and feet on the ground. Who doesn’t think he is the kind of cold wind and cold Yishui, and the hero will never return to the ground once he leaves?

The Japanese soldier who advocates the spirit of Bushido respects heroes like him, gives him room to speak and perform, allowing him to leave his last words, and allowing him to take the rest of his people to fight the most brilliant battle on the battlefield of despair. What's wrong with it?!

When Lei Zhen took the lead in twisting the safety cover of the grenade, all the Chinese soldiers present really fucked it and believed 90%. Some people even thought of the seventeen or eighteen swords in their bodies, but they could laugh and hug two or three Japanese men, and pulled the grenades. The smoke rose up on them. Then the Yellow River was roaring, the north wind was sobbing, and the evergreen pine and cypress were constantly floating on their graves. The beautiful girl shed tears of pain in front of their graves, allowing the flames to sniff the love letters they wrote to the heroes...

result……

The six Chinese soldiers soon discovered that Lei Zhen, while saying righteous and powerful words, placed his hands behind him. In a position that the Japanese soldiers could not see, pointed to the grenade hanging around his waist, twisted the safety cover, and then made a forceful throwing action.

Immediately afterwards, Lei Zhen pinched up the index finger and ring finger of his right hand, pressed them on his middle finger, and made a strange shape, and then shook like a snoring wind.

After watching for a long time, these Chinese soldiers finally realized... Such a middle finger poked out like a barrel, and the other two fingers surrounded it into a circle. This constantly shaking violently in front and behind means that the Maxim heavy machine gun is constantly firing!

Once you have this understanding, look at Lei Zhen's flat laying there, and with the "Markhin water-cooled heavy machine gun" firing, it seems that the left hand of the bullet just now was hit by a sieve, everyone couldn't help but exchange a strange look with each other.

At this point, the bold words made by Lei Zhen, the passion that caused these guys to make a living and righteousness for the country and the people, disappeared in an instant.

Listening to Lei Zhen, a person who almost never speaks, was talking about his own village and his family, suppressing the other party in terms of momentum. Everyone thought to himself: "Make it, make it hard!"

With Lei Zhen's example and teaching, these six Chinese soldiers were all flawless. Although they did not learn enough, they stood up one by one, and even showed 80% of that strong aura, which really made the Japanese soldiers on the other side stunned.

But at this time, everyone's eyes began to turn slowly but indeed constantly, and an amazingly similar thought was turning in their hearts: "Damn it, so close, what if the heavy machine gun fires and accidentally hits me?!"

From the desperate situation where one must lose, it suddenly turned into a great victory. Looking at the black sky above our heads, the joy of living in desperate situations swept across every Chinese soldier present.

At this time, they really didn't pay attention. In the haze, Lei Zhen had already walked to the Suzhou River with his son, but he did not cross the river.

Lei Zhen sat quietly by the river, holding his son in his hands, not knowing what he was thinking.

Listening to the constant flowing river water, the ripples that came out as he rushes under his feet. In vaguely, Lei Zhen seemed to see the small river passing by in front of his house, as if he saw his second sister and eldest sister who were barefoot with him looking for crabs in the water.

And his mother was at home at this time, preparing supper for them. Even if she didn't have to go and see, Lei Zhen knew that there must be a fragrant, steaming purse bullet on the dining table.

Gently, gently, Lei Zhen whispered: "Mom, eldest sister, second sister... are you okay?"
Chapter completed!