A thin moon was shining coldly. Gusts of night wind, carrying a strong smell of blood, drifted over the bodies of the villagers under the tree, occasionally flipping the blood-soaked clothes, and blew towards the darkness.
The Japanese sergeant and his men finally arrived at the gate.
When the puppet platoon leader hiding under the dim courtyard wall saw the backbone coming, he quickly gestured to the sergeant to explain the situation: "Two people, definitely Eighth Route Army. One with a pistol and the other with a long gun. The pistol seems to be out of bullets, and the long gun fired a shot."
The sergeant knew some Chinese, so he basically understood what was said and nodded. Originally, they just came to this poor place to plunder some food, but they accidentally blocked two Eighth Route Army soldiers. The whole brigade has been wandering around for so long, but the results are very unsatisfactory. In the eyes of the devils, the Eighth Route Army has become a rare animal. If they can be captured alive, this is a great achievement.
Looking at the puppet soldiers huddled around the courtyard wall, the sergeant curled his lips. These wastes could only be used to search for food and surround the courtyard. He could not count on them when the real action came. The sergeant squatted down and moved to the gate. He looked inside through the gap between the door hinge and the door frame. The courtyard was not big, and the dark door was open. Although he could not see anything, the long gun was definitely facing the gate.
The sergeant drew his head back and thought for a moment. If he wanted to kill someone, it would be easy. He could just use a grenade to kill him. If he wanted to keep him alive, he would have to go through some trouble. At least he had to empty his gun first. Having made up his mind, he pulled a puppet soldier beside him, pointed to the other side of the gate, and said in stiff Chinese, "Go over there!"
When the puppet soldier heard this, he trembled with fear, but he did not dare to disobey the imperial army. He nodded in fear, gritted his teeth, and rushed over.
Snap—
The gunshot came as expected, and a bullet screamed out of the dark door, flew across the yard, passed through the gate, narrowly passed behind the panicked puppet soldiers, and embedded into the earth wall outside the gate.
Hula—In the darkness, Hu Yi quickly pulled the bolt, pushed the next bullet into the chamber, leveled the rifle again, and quietly turned into a statue.
Another figure quickly appeared outside the door.
Bang! Hu Yi pulled the trigger without hesitation, but based on his feeling, he missed the target.
But Hu Yi also understood that this was to lead me to shoot, waiting for my gun to be empty. Okay! I'll let you wait. After pulling the bolt again with a clatter, Hu Yi reached out and pulled out a Mauser pistol from his bag, opened the bolt, put it behind his waist, and then held the rifle level again.
The third figure quickly passed by the gate, but no gunshot was heard. Then the fourth figure also ran past, but Hu Yi still did not shoot.
The Japanese sergeant was also an experienced one. He noticed that there was no shooting in the house, so he pricked up his ears and listened carefully. After the sound of the bolt being pulled, there seemed to be no other sound. It should not be loaded, there are still two bullets. Since you think it is difficult to hit a moving target, I will give you a fixed one. He raised his hand and took off his helmet, picked it on the bayonet, and slowly rose from behind the courtyard wall beside the gate.
A shadow gradually appeared on the wall, and Hu Yi noticed it immediately. He swung his gun slightly and pointed it at the target. The shadow gradually expanded in the crosshairs, and when it expanded to a range large enough to hit the target, Hu Yi pulled the trigger again without hesitation.
Snap—clang clang—
The steel helmet was smashed to the ground by the bullet, making a clear crisp sound. The sergeant picked up the steel helmet and looked at it in the moonlight. There was a bullet hole in the middle. The Eighth Route Army's shooting skills were not bad, but now this trick has been exposed. It is estimated that the steel helmet will not be effective again. The lives of the imperial army are precious. The sergeant does not want his men to make any mistakes. Since you only have one bullet left, let's fight quickly. I'll give you a target. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked a puppet soldier standing against the wall next to him towards the gate.
"Ah--" A figure screamed and threw himself on the door frame.
Snap—
A bullet immediately pierced through the unfortunate fellow's chest, rendering him speechless instantly, and he slid limply down the door frame.
The sergeant waved his hand firmly forward, and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers behind him immediately raised their guns and followed the sergeant and rushed into the gate quickly.
Boom boom boom boom…
The sound of Mauser pistols suddenly resounded through the night sky, through the courtyard, and through the house, rapidly and with a steady rhythm, one group of muzzle flames after another, forming continuous flashes in the dark house, forming frame after frame of pale indoor pictures, weird and gorgeous. In the dazzling light again and again, the towering back of the kneeling figure was shaken again and again, becoming darker and deeper, and reflected in Su Qing's tearful black pupils again and again, and impacting Su Qing's blank heart again and again. The shock that continuously erupted at the muzzle expanded in the house again and again, and echoed again and again. Su Qing mistakenly believed that it was not the sound of gunfire, but the violent roar of a beast...
It seemed like a very long time had passed before the gunfire finally stopped. The puppet army platoon leader who was sitting outside the courtyard wall near the gate finally numbly loosened his hands that were covering his ears, opened his surprised eyes, and fiercely kicked the puppet soldier who was under his buttocks: "I'm not hitting you, what are you afraid of! Get up!"
The puppet soldiers under the dim wall rustled and straightened up again. The puppet platoon leader wanted to lie down at the crack of the door to see what was happening in the yard, but he hesitated and couldn't make up his mind, so he pricked up his ears and listened carefully.
Click-click-click-clack-clack-faintly, the puppet army platoon leader heard the sound of bullets being pushed into the chamber, followed by the bolt being pulled.
Huff—huff—there seemed to be a painful gasp behind the wall.
Bang! The sound of a gunshot frightened the puppet army platoon leader so much that he shuddered, and then the panting sound disappeared.
Then a rustling sound was heard, as if it was just inside the gate and was getting closer and closer to the door. The puppet army platoon leader became nervous and hurriedly raised his pistol, aiming at the gate beside him.
Under the cold moonlight, a hand stretched out from the gate, digging into the ground tightly, trembling and pulling the body behind it, making the ground rustle. A head wearing a helmet finally stuck to the ground with difficulty and slowly appeared out of the gate.
Bang—the sound of gunfire rang out from the house again, and then the body that was struggling to move stopped at the door and fell silent.
The puppet soldiers outside the courtyard wall stared at each other in disbelief. The puppet platoon leader stared at the corpse of the Japanese soldier at the gate for a while, and finally figured out the situation. My goodness, the invincible imperial army has all gone to the west? I am not dreaming! These ten guys died too easily. There are only two Eighth Route Army, which is a simple matter. You guys turned them into a graveyard. It is really not easy!
The puppet army platoon leader was sighing inwardly when he was pulled back by the puppet soldier behind him.
"Platoon leader, the Imperial Army, it seems, is over?"
Haha, the puppet army platoon leader suddenly laughed: "What a bunch of fools, it's over now! It's even better now! Damn it, this credit is completely ours."
"What?" The puppet soldier was shocked by the platoon leader's words: "Still want to charge?"
The puppet army platoon leader gave the puppet soldier a slap on the face: "Charge! You've caught the turtle in the jar, why bother with it?"
After saying this, the puppet army platoon leader patted his buttocks and stood up, telling his men to keep a close watch on the courtyard, then cleared his throat: "Ahem - listen up, everyone in the house! You are surrounded! I advise you to throw out your guns and surrender, and we can discuss everything. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude and burning you to ashes!"