Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

"It's nothing, it's an order, if you don't retreat, you will become a burden to me, retreat quickly!"

Zhang Dabiao hurriedly said: "Three idiots are right, you guys should withdraw quickly!"

"If you don't leave, you will delay things."

"Alas!" The old subordinate snorted fiercely, "Retire, let's listen to Comrade Crazy Han."

Han Feng turned around and looked at the three soldiers in his assault platoon, "You three too"

"Platoon leader, you can coax them, but you can't coax us. The three of us were all brought out by you. I understand the current situation too well. Now we have to cover the retreat of the brothers in the first battalion. The devils are heading towards us. The encirclement here, after the brothers from the first battalion break through, our chance to break through will be completely lost.

At that time, even the platoon leader, you don't even want to rush out alive, let alone bring a battalion commander with you. "

Zhang Dabiao was holding his crooked handle and said angrily: "I can still hold a machine gun, so you treat me as a burden?"

Han Feng said with a smile: "Battalion Commander, the three of them are the soldiers I brought out. It's fine if they don't leave. Let's hurry up and cover the comrades of the first battalion to retreat!"

At that time, Zhang Dabiao and Han Feng were retreating to a high slope. The terrain on the high slope was excellent, and the ingenious low-lying formed a natural fortification. After the cover battle began, the five Han Feng shot on the high slope to cover the first battalion. The dozen or so fighters broke through and evacuated.

When the soldiers of the first battalion left, they left a total of eight grenades and more than 50 rounds of bullets. In addition, Zhang Dabiao and Han Feng each had a light machine gun in their hands. In addition, they were five [-]-type rifles.

The cover battle started, and Han Feng and Zhang Dabiao held light machine guns for a while. The dense gunfire successfully attracted the attention, and the devils from all directions began to rush towards the fortifications of Zhang Dabiao and the others.

The devils in Sifang were still some distance away, Zhang Dabiao said: "Let's bring these bastards closer together before we fight."

Han Feng said: "Good!"

Zhang Dabiao's legs and feet were inconvenient to get up and observe, and he asked, "Have all the brothers from my first battalion rushed out?"

Han Feng withdrew his gaze from a distance, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Battalion Commander, they have all rushed out successfully."

"That's good!" Zhang Dabiao felt relieved, but he said with emotion: "I saved my brothers in the first battalion, but I also hurt you, you three idiots, I owe you."

Han Feng said: "What is the battalion commander talking about, besides, we may not be able to rush out alive."

Zhang Dabiao smiled wryly and said: "You boy, look at the little devils around here, a group of them are here, I think they probably want to capture us alive, otherwise they would have already bombarded us."

Han Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, the battalion commander, the regimental commander will come to rescue us." Han Feng was convinced of this, not to mention that with Li Yunlong's character, he would never give up on Zhang Dabiao, Han Feng knew the history of Liangjian , Zhang Dabiao will not fold here.

Little devils from all directions came up to him at this time, the situation was urgent, Zhang Dabiao didn't care about answering Han Feng, he picked up his crooked light machine gun and was ready to shoot.

But Han Feng stopped Zhang Dabiao and said: "Battle Commander, we don't have many bullets. The bullets of this crooked handle are the same as the 65 big caps we use. They are all [-] bullets. Although the machine gun is powerful, it can't be accurate. It’s easy to waste firepower, isn’t the devil trying to capture us alive! Let’s shoot them with rifles and deal with them one by one.”

Zhang Dabiao was stunned and said: "You are ruthless enough, okay, I think we can just fight like this, if the little devils really charge up, let's meet with them again with bayonets.

Three idiots, how about we kill more little devils this time? "

Han Feng laughed loudly and said, "Battalion Commander, then you will lose."

Zhang Dabiao said: "Fart, when I am playing with guns, you are still taking urine and mud in the field! I will lose to you?"

Han Feng said: "Of course the battalion commander lost to me not because of his marksmanship, but because of his assistants."

Then Zhang Dabiao was really dumbfounded. Han Feng's gun was fired so fast that he almost shot immediately. The soldiers of the three assault platoons had obviously experienced this before, and they had a very high tacit understanding with each other. , Handing the gun, this set is done in a smooth manner, but even so, the speed seems to be unable to keep up with Han Feng's.

Not only that, Han Feng's marksmanship was so engrossing that he didn't even need to aim. He pointed the gun wherever he wanted, and the Japanese soldiers who were dozens of paces away kept falling down.

Zhang Dabiao was stunned. He never thought that the gun could be used in such a way. Looking at it, Zhang Dabiao wished to join the team that loaded Han Feng's gun.

At any rate, he still remembered that he was betting against Han Feng. Zhang Dabiao resisted the impulse, pulled the bolt of the gun and aimed at it.

A Japanese soldier closest to him fell down, but Zhang Dabiao couldn't be happier, because Han Feng probably killed more than a dozen devils just now when he was in a daze.

Zhang Dabiao knew that he was doomed to lose, but he was even more aware that this was a battle that was doomed to be fruitless, and if he had to find a result, it would be that they were all killed in battle and fell on the way to charge.

Han Feng is a genius in war. Zhang Dabiao has always felt that he is a big bastard who is not afraid of death. If he catches a lot in the revolutionary ranks of the Eighth Route Army, his life is naturally not important, but he has caused such a war genius to die. , he not only feels guilty in his heart.

While continuing to raise his gun and shoot, Zhang Dabiao said in a deep voice, "How about you, boy, regret it! I will die here with me at a young age. I have killed many devils in my life, so I have lived enough, but It's a pity for you."

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity to lose my little life here."

"Hahahaha, death is inevitable in life, it doesn't matter whether he dies sooner or later, as long as he dies well, it's no different, Battalion Commander, I'm not much worse than you!"

Hahahaha "You boy, no wonder the leader likes you, and I like you more and more now."

Han Feng raised his gun again and knocked down a devil, and said with a smile: "Battle Commander, do you think we are going to die here today? Let me tell you, this is absolutely impossible, our lives are at stake! The Commander will definitely fight back Save us!"

Zhang Dabiao laughed loudly and said, "You're right, but you idiot, I've already run out of bullets."

Hahahaha

Han Feng laughed when he heard this.

Zhang Dabiao was taken aback: "What are you laughing at, kid?"

Han Feng said, "What I'm laughing at is that my bullet is also empty."

Zhang Dabiao:

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The scarcity of ammunition has always been the most troublesome problem for the Eighth Route Army. Especially in the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, the Eighth Route Army could not get ammunition supplies from the Central Army for various reasons.

What good things can be obtained by relying on capture?Most of the weapons and equipment have been damaged, and the little devil is not stupid. Even if the weapons and equipment that cannot be taken away are blown up, they will never be left to the Eighth Route Army. It is impossible to do it with a machete.

Therefore, in the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, you could often see such a scene: when Tuba Road, dressed in rags and in various colors and styles, was fighting, some people held switch knives, hoes, and even cooking spatulas.The conditions of the Eighth Route Army's war of resistance were too difficult, but even so, they still relied on their amazing willpower and great spirit of faith that was not afraid of sacrifice, and survived and defended the pure land behind the enemy's battlefield.

At this moment, Han Feng and the other five fell into the scarcity of ammunition. Zhang Dabiao held the empty [-]-type rifle and cursed unwillingly: Damn it, if I have enough bullets, I will shoot down as many little devils as I want. Catch alive?Let them dream!

Although Han Feng didn't panic at this time, he suddenly felt a little suspicious in his heart. It's such an urgent time. Could it be that Li Yunlong, the head of the group, didn't follow the script to appear on the stage, and he really didn't come, right?

Zhang Dabiao had already loaded the bayonet into the gun, stood up with his injured leg in severe pain, looked at the Japanese army gradually gathering under the high slope, and said: "Three idiots, the devils have touched it, let's prepare for hand-to-hand combat!"

It was only after the words were finished that Zhang Dabiao squatted on the dirt slope again because he could not stand firmly on one foot.

Han Feng smiled wryly. Zhang Dabiao couldn't engage in hand-to-hand combat in this situation. If the little devil really rushed up, he might be poked out a few transparent holes by the little devil who is good at bayonet assault in the first place.

Han Feng helped Zhang Dabiao up with his left back, and held the rifle with the same bayonet in his right hand. The three soldiers of the assault platoon also raised their bayonets. The five of them were ready for the final hand-to-hand combat with the little devil.

Zhang Dabiao looked at the dozens of devils who came to besiege first, and smiled calmly, "Are you afraid?"

A soldier of the assault platoon said: "The big deal is death, what are you afraid of?"

The other said: "I'm afraid, not because I'm afraid of death, but because I'm afraid that I won't be able to kill a few more little devils before I die."

Hearing this, Zhang Dabiao secretly sighed, Yang Jie's first row was in Han Feng's hands, and it really didn't bury the reputation of the first row. If Yang Jie knew about it, he should be relieved.