Xu Xiao walked around the first floor for a while with the gun in his hand, and finally climbed up the stairs. He stopped under the blocked entrance to the second floor, holding the gun in his hand without moving.
Eight grenades, eight explosions, no one at the bottom survived. But there is a saying that goes, "If you keep company with bad people, they will be bad people." Those who followed Boss Hu have a habit of waiting for their dead enemies to die again before they are done.
After struggling until now, either swinging a hammer or an axe, even the strong bear felt sore all over. Luo Fugui, who was gasping for breath against the wall, handed this most numb and boring task to Wu Shitou.
Puff—it was a very strange sound, much louder than the sound of a bayonet entering flesh. It sounded like the sound was not only entering the flesh, but also entering the ground!
Luo Fugui felt something sticky splashing up high, splashing on his body and face.
"Bah... Bah... Stupid, what are you doing?"
Puff—the second sound was heard, and Luo Fugui, who turned his head, finally saw clearly that Wu Shitou in the darkness was swinging the pickaxe in his hand at the head on the ground. With one strike of the pickaxe, he dug through the head and into the ground, and then pulled again like farming. Although he could not see clearly what the scene on the ground was like, his heart was churning.
"Damn you... Can't you just use a bayonet? I really admire you, you idiot. You really don't mind being tired. You are not a human being..."
Puff—the third body was dug up.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop! I'd better do it myself." Luo Fugui was so upset that he finally picked up a rifle beside him and hung a bayonet on it reluctantly: "Master, you are not needed anymore, you should take a rest."
After a while, Xu Xiao, who was on guard on the stairs, whispered, "Squad leader, the Japanese seem to have blocked this entrance."
He casually stabbed the bayonet into the neck of the last corpse, then pulled it out: "Good blocking, I didn't plan to go up anyway. Fool, go pick up the unburned wooden planks in the corridor and pile them on the stairs. We'll light another fire. If there are not enough wooden planks, we can remove the stair planks on the side and pile them on the upper stairs to burn!"
After saying this, Luo Fugui removed the bloody bayonet from the muzzle of the gun and held it in his hand. He staggered up the stairs, pulled away the alert Xu Xiao, looked at the baffle above his head that blocked the staircase, and suddenly chopped the bayonet in his hand diagonally on the wooden board. Then he pulled out the hammer behind him and smashed the bayonet handle hard, smashing the bayonet horizontally into the baffle like a big steel nail and penetrating into the wooden beam on the side.
Outside, the suspension bridge was dismantled and the entrance was burned. Now Luo Fugui still used local materials, dismantling half of the staircase to burn the upper half of the staircase, repeating the same old trick.
Wu Shitou was very efficient at doing rough work. He carried in all the unburned wood in the corridor and piled them at the bottom of the second-floor stairs as Luo Fugui said. Then he took out his magic weapon, the 'pickaxe', and quickly dismantled the lower half of the staircase, and handed them piece by piece to Xu Xiao who was at the top of the stairs.
The wooden boards were stuffed in a mess under the cover of the closed staircase. The kettle of oil was used up when lighting the entrance. This time, they could only use matches and rags to light the fire patiently and slowly. As long as the fire could burn slowly, it would burn the entire beam and floor sooner or later.
There was a sound of a match rubbing against each other, and a weak flame instantly emitted light, dispelling the darkness and illuminating Xu Xiao's young and dirty face covered with dust and black ash. He held the weak flame in his hands as if he were holding a priceless treasure, caring for it with concentration, and offering it with concentration...
On the second floor, he could clearly hear the noises coming from the lower floor. He didn't know what was going on. The feeling of being one floor away from the enemy made the Japanese sergeant very upset. The reinforcements should arrive. He ran from the west firing hole to the east firing hole and looked east desperately. The sky seemed to be getting brighter, but there was no figure. How far away were the reinforcements? In any case, they should arrive!
Suddenly, the Japanese soldiers behind him shouted and chattered. The sergeant looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a faint glow of fire coming from the cracks in the floor at the entrance of the stairs. The light illuminated a certain area and he could see a few wisps of smoke slowly floating up. After a moment of distraction, he could already smell the smell of burning.
Fire, it's that damn fire again! The fire that has devoured countless lives and souls for tens of millions of years, even after tens of millions of years, it is still an invincible demon that cannot be stopped by guns and cannons. This fire must be stopped.
Several Japanese soldiers panicked and rushed to the stairs without hesitation to move the ammunition boxes that were pressing on the cover. Flames were already shooting up from the gaps around the cover, and the source of the fire was on the steps under the cover.
Finally I understood, they were just dismantling the stair boards, how despicable!
"Open the baffle and blow it up with a grenade!" The Japanese sergeant shouted in Japanese while pulling off the water bottle on his body and pouring it under the cracks in the floor.
One of the Japanese soldiers took out a grenade and reached out to pull the baffle ring, but... it didn't move at all. He couldn't break the bayonet that had been turned into a steel nail.
A voice came from downstairs: "Squad leader, the Japs are watering the plants."
Another voice said proudly: "Watering? It's dripping like urine, it must be in the kettle. Let him water it, and when it's put out we can just light it again. Hehehe..."
Several Japanese soldiers on the second floor began to pour water from their kettles at the stairwell, and some of them even started to unbutton their pants and urinate in desperation. The fire started slowly, it was not big, and it spread very slowly. Although the effect of leaking through the gaps was very poor, it did have some effect, producing a lot of thick smoke.
The Japanese sergeant threw away the empty kettle, thought about it calmly, and suddenly started shouting a series of orders towards the third floor.
Then the Japanese and puppet soldiers on the third floor suddenly started to get busy. They quickly tore off the leg wraps and quickly tied themselves up. The fire on the upper lookout tower had basically been extinguished. A Japanese soldier led a few puppet soldiers to climb up, looked into the darkness to the west, then tied their leg wraps to the east battlement, and began to slide down the wall from the east behind the gun tower.
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There was a loud noise and the sound of broken soil falling came from outside the shooting hole on the east side.
This made the smug bear suddenly alert. What was that sound? What fell down? The ugly bear eyes turned around quickly in the light of the fire, and suddenly shouted: "Fuck his grandma!"
"Squad leader?" Xu Xiao was startled.
"The devils are coming!" Luo Fugui knew what the noise outside was. The devils wanted to reoccupy the ground floor. "Fool, quickly block the corridor! Block the corridor! Xu Xiao, go and block the corridor. The devils are coming down from outside!"
The bear roared loudly, rushed to a firing hole on the east side, opened its eyes wide and looked out in panic. Unfortunately, it was at a high position and could not see the bottom of the wall at all, and could only see a part of the trench at the closest.
Wu Shitou rushed to the corridor, picked up the broken sandbags that had just been moved away, and stacked them on the corridor layer by layer. When they were about one meter high, a clanging sound was heard in the dark corridor.
Wu Shitou heard the sound of throwing stones, grenades and hand grenades all day long, which was very clear. It was a grenade that hit the wall, bounced back and fell to the ground. It might have rolled behind the sandbags that had just been stacked up. This fool could even roughly determine the landing point of the grenade based on the sound alone, so he calmly threw away the sandbag he was holding, bent down and knelt behind the one-meter-high bunker wall to wait.
Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years. Although Wu Shitou did not give any warning, Xu Xiao shuddered when he heard the sound. He had thrown grenades in this corridor and almost lost his life. The importance of experience was reflected at this moment. He was pointing his gun at the corridor. He knew that Wu Shitou had built a bunker, so the sound made him lie down without hesitation and use his arms to support the ground because he was scared.
Boom! Debris and flying ashes were suddenly stirred up in the corridor, covering a large area. Along with the sound of splashing, all kinds of things were ejected and hit the backs of Wu Shitou and Xu Xiao.
The misty dust illuminated by the fire had just begun to settle when Xu Xiao stood up and fired his revolver indiscriminately into the dark corridor.
Wu Shitou, who was half-crouching behind the bunker, woodenly shook off the dust on his head and pulled out the grenade he had collected from the corpse. Xu Xiao's gun fired nearby, and it sounded deafening in this small space, but he did not react. He lowered his head, carefully unscrewed the lid, pulled the rope, and threw it into the corridor to take it.
Bang, bang—the two of them returned to the same position as before, and then there was another deafening explosion, and black smoke and dust mist that suddenly rushed in and instantly swallowed up their figures.
Two Japanese soldiers and several puppet soldiers were at the outer end of the U-shaped corridor, while Wu Shitou and Xu Xiao were at the inner end. Relying on a temporary sandbag wall, the two sides officially launched an attack and defense battle in the passage separated by a wall.
The explosion in the passage knocked the bear down. He got up dazed, grinning and cursing, picked up the corpse of the puppet soldier beside him, and rushed to the firing hole on the east side again. He used all his strength to lift the corpse up and slammed it into the firing hole.
Due to excessive force, the shoulder blades of the corpse were broken by the side wall of the firing hole, and the head was hanging outside the turret. The bear knew how he got in, so he knew that the enemy would get in the same way, so he cursed: "Fuck your grandma! You want to learn from me? Dream on! You will never get in in your lifetime!" So he grabbed another corpse and stuffed it into the next firing hole. He wanted to use the corpses to block all the bottom firing holes.
Bang, bang, bang... Boom—there was another sudden explosion in the corridor, interrupting all the desperate shooting sounds inside and outside. Wu Shitou was shaken by the shock wave and could no longer squat. He fell behind the sandbag, shaking his head over and over again, and then continued to grab the grenade woodenly. Xu Xiao had been completely covered by the dust and turned into a dirt man. He was choked and coughed violently. He tried to prop up his thin body, raised his gun blindly in the dust, and shot at the dark corridor until the magazine was empty, then crawled to pull the gun behind Wu Shitou's waist. Luo Fugui could no longer hear his own shouting and cursing. His head was buzzing. He staggered to his feet from another daze, grabbed the corpse, and blocked another shooting hole: "I just won't die! I'm going to piss you off to death, I'm going to piss you off to death..."
There were five or six people outside the artillery tower and three inside the artillery tower. There were only a few people on both sides of the battle. The battlefield was just a corridor, but it seemed like a rainstorm. There were random shooting and random grenades and hand grenades. The explosion points were all in this small U-shaped corridor, which was infinitely magnified by this specific small environment. Both sides inside and outside were stunned. Although the duration was short, the intensity was unprecedented.
The battle stopped not because one side ran out of ammunition or suffered heavy casualties, but because both sides were confused and in too much pain, so they had to stop. Then both sides found that in such a fierce and short offensive and defensive battle, no one on either side was injured. They just had splitting headaches, were shaking, coughing, and dizzy. They didn't know whether this was a trick of God or a blessing.
The light was better than before because the fire was bigger. The miserable bear finally managed to breathe smoothly and looked around.
All the shooting holes were blocked by corpses. If they wanted to throw grenades through the shooting holes, they had to push the stuck corpses in first. The position was high and they couldn't use their strength. What's more, these were blocked by a violent bear, and any noise would serve as a warning.
The bear finally smiled, his face was covered with sweat and blood, mixed with dust, and he looked so ugly that he didn't look like a human. But soon, the ugly smile froze on the bear's face.
Most of the stairs were on fire, and some flames had already leaped up to the beams. Now, the bear finally felt a little stuffy, a little hot, and a little choked.
"My god, what have I done to myself?" Xiong Daidai muttered to himself, "I'll be cooked in a little while..."
The bear finally came to his senses, jumped up, picked up an axe and rushed towards the burning stairs in panic.
"Fool, help me put out the fire!"
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