I don’t know how long I have been lying on the ground, maybe five minutes, ten minutes, or just one minute.

When he felt the pain was getting more and more painful behind his back, Uncle Chu found that his body had recovered some little strength; he was concerned about the development of the war and supported the walls of the trench with his hands to stand up.

Then, in his sight, he saw a scene that made him extremely worried.

Not only on the battlefield on the right side of the position, the gongs, pythons, and Chinese characters that fought to the death were cut into blood gourds under the siege of the opponent.

More importantly, the battle group of these blood-powered men did block the attack channel on the right as Po Luo and the others expected.

The Japanese who were carrying bayonets at the 20th place behind were unable to rush to the position through the attack channel that was about ten meters wide.

The problem is that these Japanese are not stupid. Since they can't rush up to the right, they just go around and rush up from the left.

So, under the command of a lieutenant squad leader, the Japanese with bright bayonets began to circle the passage on the left.

In other words, at most one or two minutes later, these vicious Japanese soldiers can rush to the position.

Then, with the tragic consequences that these Japanese devils had no humanity, Uncle Chu didn't even dare to think about.

Instinctively, he planned to pick up the rifle on the ground and continue to fire.

Even if they die, they will stop these Japanese.

But when he was squatting down and planning to pick up the rifle, he saw the children in the trench who were holding Hu Biao and the others tightly and abandoning the broken gun at that time.

After thinking about something, I felt a little hesitant.

Indeed! Everyone in the Zhongzhou team, both old birds and rookies, agreed with Hu Biao, that as long as they were not dead, they would not let these baby soldiers go to the battlefield.

This is even how they performed it.

The problem is that at this time, there seems to be no other choice; he has a life, a broken gun, how could he resist so many Japanese soldiers?

So instead of being rushed up by the Japanese, these baby soldiers were killed by the Japanese with bayonets, and they were no longer able to fight with them.

Thinking of this, Uncle Chu tried his best to harden his heart and shouted at the baby soldiers in the trench:

"My man, the Japanese are about to rush up. Instead of being frustrated and being killed by him, it is better to fight with them and let them know that the young man in China is also a man.

Don't be afraid, the Japanese also have a neck and a head. If the bullets hit, they will die.

So, now the dolls under the age of 13 continue to hide, and those over the age of 13 follow me to learn, and the first step is to pick up the rifle."

While speaking, Uncle Chu had already picked up the rifle, flattened it, and looked at the baby soldiers; the eyes were full of sincerity and encouragement.

It feels like he taught his children to ride a bicycle.

In Uncle Chu's eyes, the child born in Lu Province, Dafu was the first to stand up and shouted in a tender voice:

"What are you afraid of? You will die if you die. I, Wang Dafu, will be a hero again 18 years later."

After saying that, he stood up from the ground, stood up, imitated Uncle Chu, and picked up a butt stock that was half rotten. Now he is built with a rifle wrapped in rotten cloth.

"I'm the one. After I die, maybe my father and mother have not gone far away and are still waiting for me to reunite~"

A baby soldier with a Yusheng accent stood up and picked up a water-bead rifle that seemed to be a little taller than him.

"In the past, living is harder than dying. It's better to fight with the Japanese, and it's easier to die~"

This is a lip position, and there is even a snot-snot-snot-snot-snot-sighed-age child. He said this with a mentality far beyond his age.

In this way, the baby soldiers with various accents, using various ridiculous and sad reasons, first stood up with their waists, and the scholar Uncle Chu picked up all kinds of broken guns in his movements.

To be precise, these baby soldiers will never lack the courage to fight.

Their previous unbearable performance was just the instinctive reaction of the human body when the bullets flew across the battlefield, which was completely understandable.

But they didn't know the reason they said in a tender voice, like a knife, constantly inserted into Uncle Chu's heart.

In comparison, the pain caused by the rotten wounds behind him seemed nothing.

But even so, he could only squeeze out a smile and continued, saying, "Okay, continue, the second step is to pull the bolt and push a bullet."

When Uncle Chu made a demonstration to pull the bolt, a "crack, crack" sound began to sound.

After waiting for a few seconds, all the children holding the gun were basically ready to pull the bolt.

After taking a deep breath, Uncle Chu suddenly straightened his waist, pushed the butt of the rifle to his shoulders, and the muzzle end was flat.

He whispered: "The third step is to aim at a Japanese man and fire~"

After saying that, he aimed at the Japanese lieutenant and pulled the trigger directly, because he was a little hasty and just hit the opponent's shoulder.

But this is not important. What is important is that at this moment, almost fifty baby soldiers stood up from the trench.

At the Japanese who had rushed more than 20 meters away, they all pulled the trigger at their fingertips and shot out a bullet full of hatred.

The only shame is that these dolls who may be the first time they shoot in their lives.

They really can't say that they have any accuracy when shooting.

Even if it was only twenty or thirty meters away, after calling out about fifty bullets, they only hit three Japanese.

To be precise, one was killed and two were injured.

But it was also successful that the Japanese who were originally with a cruel face hurriedly lay on the ground in a mess, and there was no such thing as the original awesomeness.

The second lieutenant who held a samurai sword in his hand was probably stared at by too many children, and was shot five or six times in one go, and was killed immediately.

Such a result immediately made the confidence of the child soldiers improve a lot.

Even though there were seven or eight baby soldiers sitting on the ground under the recoil of the rifle, their shoulders and butts were a little painful for a moment.

But there was no longer any fear on the dirty face, but there was a little smile.

While the iron was hot, Uncle Chu didn't bother to shoot and just fired a shot. His back felt as if it was burning.

He continued to shout with a gentle tone like a child who had been with him for a long time: "Everyone is doing beautifully, let's continue to do the previous one, the first step~"

Having said this, some of the naughty ghosts among these children have already said: "Pick up the rifle."

There was a happier look in their voices, and it seemed that the scene just now gave them great confidence.

So in the next time, "the second step is to pull the bolt and push a bullet", and the sound of the bullet loading sounded in the trenches again.

It was much louder than before, and everyone probably started screaming.

And then, in the sentence "The third step, aim at a Japanese man and fire~"

More than fifty figures in the trench stood up with rifles and pulled the trigger again.

Unfortunately, after the Japanese were prepared this time, the result was far from the ideal as the first time, and it could even be said to be miserable.

While these baby soldiers opened fire, the Japanese lying on the ground also fired.

Compared with these children, they may have all shot the second bullet in their lives. The Japanese soldiers have too many accurate marks.

After a burst of dense gunfire, the Japanese lying on the ground, with three heads tilted and were beaten to death.

On the position, there were 7 baby soldiers who had weakened their bodies and fell into the trenches.

One of them died at the position of Uncle Chu, but only a few steps away.

Therefore, the middle-aged landlord saw that this modern plane was only a junior high school student at most. He probably was thinking about the children who were eating chicken and LOL every day, and a huge pool of blood appeared on his chest.

And in such an injury, this should have been born in Guangdong Province. I have already entered the dying state.

From Uncle Chu's perspective, her eyes were even distracted.

I don't know what illusion appeared in front of this baby soldier or thought of something, but he kept whispering in his mouth:

"Lao Dou, my mother, wait for me, don't walk so fast, Douzi, I'm afraid of the dark~"

Such a simple sentence fell into Uncle Chu's ears, and the severe pain in his heart was simply described with just a knife.

He had never hated these damn Japanese men like this.

If possible, he would be willing to use his own crushing bones and even pay a greater price to write one or two in exchange for dying with these Japanese soldiers.

The problem is that on the battlefield, such an idea is just a luxury.

After biting his lips and letting blood in his mouth fill his mouth, he reached middle-aged man and asked himself the middle-aged landlord who had seen through life, and shouted again in a crying voice:

"Step 1~"

"Pick up the rifle~" the tender voice, which had been less numerous, echoed again.

Although there are a fewer numbers, among these voices, there is indeed a fear of dying by the side of the partner in battle, but Uncle Chu can hear it, and there is more of it being firm.

A piece should not belong to them, but when the mountains and rivers are broken, they have to bear the courage and responsibility on their tender shoulders.

The young men in China are not afraid...
Chapter completed!