The War of Resistance - Chapter 1138

【The War of Resistance Against Mountains】【】

It was a split window, but one window had disappeared during the war, and it was unknown whether it was kicked down or blown up by a bomb.

And just inside the other half-open window, a Japanese soldier was watching the opposite side vigilantly.

In fact, the current view of Taierzhuang is the same no matter from which house to the opposite side. It is nothing more than a house facing the house, even if the wall collapsed and the house collapsed into ruins, but it is also the biggest pile. I want to see it through at a glance. But it is impossible!

There was a “boom”, and there was another explosion not far away. That was the place where the fierce battle between China and Japan was held this time.

Originally, Taierzhuang was not very big, and the enemy and us had crowded in so many troops, but they all relied on the cover of the houses to fight in the streets.

Not to mention that the Japanese soldier was still about a hundred meters away from the battlefield. In this street battle, sometimes either side of the enemy or us wanted to advance forty or fifty meters, and sometimes they could fight for a whole day!

Therefore, at this time, the Japanese soldier could not see anything.

But just after the explosion just now, there were several explosions one after another, but the Japanese soldier found that the explosion was getting closer and closer to him!

what’s the situation? The Japanese soldier became nervous.

He hid on the right side of the window, and the battlefield was to his left, so he shrank back and put his face against the wall to look to the left.

It’s no wonder that he was careless. The Japanese soldiers here all went out to reinforce when they heard the explosion just now, and only he and another companion were left in this house.

The ruins of the house blocked his sight, and there were always too many blind spots for observation. Of course, he was worried that a Chinese army would suddenly appear by the window and throw a long-handled grenade in for him.

It’s just that the Japanese soldier couldn’t figure out one thing. If the Chinese army really wanted to plot against him, how could he be sure to find out?

If the sentry cannot be killed if they are on full alert, then there is no such thing as touching the sentry on the battlefield.

It’s just that the Japanese soldier shrank back. Although he also reduced the possibility of being observed by the Chinese army, his front and right side were blocked by the wall, and there became a blind spot for observation.

At this time, the Japanese soldier didn’t know that the moment he retracted his head, there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the hole in the wall directly in front of him, and his reaction was already captured in his eyes.

Don’t ask why the wall has holes. The reason is actually very simple. It was bombed by the Japanese army. It is good that the wall does not fall down. It is nothing more than a brick that has been removed from the loose wall.

His grandma is so leggy, you finally moved!

At this time, the person who was spying on the Japanese army cursed viciously in his heart, and then waved his hand. He was Old Mao Wang.

And when Old Man Wang waved his arm, two soldiers on the other side of the room jumped out from the door, and ran to the opposite room briskly and quickly.

The distance between the two rooms is less than ten meters. The big man in front ran over with his long legs in the blink of an eye. Comparing it but still surpassing it, that is Qiu Bo.

When the Japanese soldier guarding the window saw that there was no abnormality on the left side, he stretched his head and turned his face back, but he couldn’t find two Chinese soldiers sneaking over. Gu Man and Qiu Bo each grabbed a handful. The bayonet was already touching the window against the wall.

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And then, Old Mao Wang, who was still observing from the opposite side, witnessed a sense of whistle.

He saw that when Guman touched the window, the bayonet that was held in the right hand was already in the left hand, but the right hand was closed—how should I put it? One brick is wrong, and a pile of bricks is also wrong, so let’s call it a pile of bricks.

That is, the wall fell down, but a few bricks were thrown away and still stuck together by mortar or cement ash.

Just that pile of bricks, if there is more, maybe twenty catties!

Guman was pasted next to the window and the Japanese soldier was only separated by a wall.

There was no one of the facing windows, and the remaining one was pushed open again. When Guman suddenly picked up the brick in his hand, there was nothing between him and the Japanese soldier except air. What’s blocking it.

But at the next moment, Old Mao Wang, who had been staring at the brick hole, shivered involuntarily, as if he heard a “snap”, as if the person who was hit by the lump of bricks was not the one whose name was originally Damn the Japanese devils but him!

“Successful, go!” Old Mao Wang shouted in a low voice, and the group of them filed out from the door.

At this time, Qiu Bo and Gu Man had already jumped in from the window lightly.

Gu Man is so tall, and his legs are so long, he just raised his legs and stepped on the window sill, but he had to lower his head when he got on the window sill, otherwise his head would be crushed. Hit the top edge of the window!

When Wang Mao also got into that room, he took a special look at the Japanese soldier who had fallen in a pool of blood.

The Japanese soldier fell on his back, and Old Mao Wang couldn’t see his face clearly, just because, why look at his face? Don’t look at Guman’s lump of bricks hitting the opponent’s face, but it has already smashed out the opponent’s white brain silver (ren)!

And, with the addition of the red blood, the situation is just like that in the Water Margin where Lu Zhishen punched the town of Kansai, directly turning the opponent’s head into a condiment shop that overturned all the bottles and jars!

Footsteps sounded in this house, and when Old Mao Wang rushed to the room next door, he saw that another Japanese soldier had also been brought down by Gu Man and Qiu Bo, but Qiu Bo was standing next to the Japanese soldier. Wipe the blood from the bayonet on his clothes!

“Put these two dog days in the stove pit! Then deal with the traces.” Wang Laomao ordered~www.mtlnovel.com~ Wang Laomao has his own considerations, and it is estimated that the Japanese army who went to the other side to reinforce will be temporarily They couldn’t come back for a while. They disposed of the bodies of the two Japanese soldiers and then covered up the traces. Then the Japanese army might not know that a small group of Chinese soldiers like them had infiltrated from the Japanese defense line.

From the bottom of my heart, it was out of necessity for Mr. Wang to order to kill the two remaining Japanese soldiers in the room.

He has no plans to engage in street fighting with the Japanese army here!

For this battle, Wang Laomao reckoned that the Chinese defenders would spend tens of thousands if not 10,000, and there would be no shortage of Japanese devils, so let’s save the few heads of “rotten garlic” they have.

Wang Laomao naturally looked forward to the prospect of finding Shang Zhen.

One is found, the other is not found.

The possibility of finding Shang Zhen’s little **** is very small, and the possibility of not being found is very high.

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However, what Mr. Wang is most afraid of is that Shang Zhen is really in this village, but in the end, Shang Zhen is fine, but those people who came to look for Shang Zhen should stop talking. There is a fart meaning!

“Old Uncle Wang, you got rich! You got rich!” At this moment, Qian Chuan’er suddenly cried out in another room.

This time, not only Old Mao Wang, but other people rushed over to look, so they saw that there were four wooden boxes beside the door of that room, and the lid of one wooden box had been opened, but the contents inside were all It’s a Japanese grenade!

“Oh, the horse has no night grass and is not fat, this little devil really takes advantage of (the money)!” Old Mao Wang, who had seen the big wind and waves long ago, also sighed.