A light machine gun suddenly appeared at the corner of the ravine in front of Wang Dehou. Two soldiers in national rescue uniforms squatted behind the machine gun. One operated the machine gun as a shooter, and the other squatted beside him as a deputy shooter with a magazine.

Just now, there was a bunch of thatched grass in front of the two of them. Wang Dehou rushed in front of him without even realizing the existence of the machine gun team.

It was not until the deputy shooter lifted the disguise blocking the machine gun that Wang Dehou saw them.

But it was too late, my eyes quickly widened, and before I could react, the gunshots were fired.

It was the Czech-made strafing sound that he was very familiar with. More than ten bullets flew out of the barrel in just two seconds and flew towards him in a fan shape.

A stinging pain spread rapidly from the chest throughout the body. When I lowered my head, I saw a blood hole in my left chest, and a blood fountain surged out like a fountain of blood...

Wang Dehou felt his physical strength was rapidly disappearing, and at this moment he thought of a lot of things.

If I don’t surrender to the Japanese and continue to pacify the Japanese as the commander of the National Salvation Army, I will definitely be an anti-Japanese hero that everyone envies...

If you don’t surrender to the enemy and become a traitor, you can still get a lot of benefits in the position of commander of the National Salvation Army...

If he did not surrender to the enemy, Zhou Cheng would not be an enemy of him, and today's battle would not happen. He would also wear a traitor hat when he was dying...

He regrets it very much, but there is no medicine for regret in the world.

With unwillingness and pain, he slowly closed his eyes and finally threw himself forward to the ground.

At the same time, the two guards surrounded by Hu on the left and right were beaten to death. They were even more miserable. Each of them had at least two blood holes on their bodies.

There were four guards behind, all of whom were veterans in the army. The individual soldiers had very strong combat effectiveness. When they heard the gunshot, they subconsciously lay on the ground. The bullets flying towards them almost flew backwards close to their scalp.

Then I saw the scene of Wang Dehou being beaten to death.

They were Wang Dehou's personal guards. Wang Dehou died, and even if he returned to the county town alive, he would not have any good results.

Just as they were hesitating and wondering what to do, one or twenty national rescue soldiers suddenly rushed out from both sides of the ravine.

He held a large 38-inch cover in his hand, and a bright bayonet was fixed on the barrel. He rushed out and shouted to them: "Stop the gun and don't kill..."

The four guards who lost the brigade commander and were almost unwilling to think about it, and subconsciously knelt on the ground and raised their hands...

The same battle takes place in every corner of the battlefield.

Compared with the security company with the strongest combat effectiveness, other puppet troops are much easier to deal with.

Hearing the constant sound of "snatch the gun and don't kill..." around him, the puppet troops who were chased by cavalry had long lost their power to resist. As soon as the weapon was thrown to the ground, they raised their hands, and their whole movements were clean and neat, without any dragging on the mud.

This led to several battles on the battlefield where a platoon of the National Rescue Army captured most of the puppet army.

At the Japanese and puppet army garrison in Zhangzhuang Town, the Japanese squadron leader was full of questions and couldn't figure out what the conspiracy was in the National Salvation Army.

The night before yesterday, the garrison was surrounded by the National Salvation Army. A god-given opportunity was placed in front of them, and they actually gave up the attack and retreated.

It's day now, and it's very unsuitable for attack. The National Salvation Army came to attack itself. The opponent's commander either took the wrong medicine or was planning a conspiracy that he didn't know.

"The enemy is here to kill...shoot..." A small team leader shouted not far away with waved his command knife.

"Bao...daoda..." The three-ba big cover and the wicked handle made gunshots that everyone was very familiar with at the same time.

Two minutes later, the gunshot stopped, and the National Salvation Army, who were attacking the garrison, carried the wounded and the bodies, evacuated from the battlefield in a panic...

There were more than ten such firefights this morning. Every time the defenders' blocking firepower increased, the national rescue army attacking the garrison took the initiative to retreat without leaving the water at all, just like the exercise...

After three rounds of firefighting, the squadron leader saw that the National Salvation Army planned to consume its ammunition through back attacks.

But he was not worried at all.

I received news yesterday that Wang Dehou will lead the troops to send them a large amount of ammunition supplies today.

Therefore, when dealing with this kind of attack, the subordinates all used fierce firepower to fight back, and there was no intention of saving ammunition at all.

At twelve o'clock noon, the attack of the National Salvation Army continued.

Although they all died without success and did not take any advantage from themselves, the Japanese squadron leader was not as good as in the morning.

Under normal marching conditions, Wang Dehou was able to arrive at Zhangzhuang Town at 11:30 in the morning. Now half an hour has passed and he has not seen the shadow of the transportation team yet.

He had a premonition that something happened to the transport team on the road.

If it is just an ordinary attack and the transport team has been delayed for some time on the road, it will not be a big problem.

If the transport team is besieged on the road and there is any ammunition supply, it will be troublesome.

The firefighting troops in the morning almost used up 80% of their ammunition reserves. Each rifleman had more than twenty bullets left, and each machine gun had seventy or eighty left, which could not even support a small-scale battle.

"Sir, another National Salvation Army is rushing towards the garrison!" A messenger came over to report.

"Can't waste ammunition like I did just now!" the squadron leader said to himself.

Looking at dozens of figures suddenly appearing more than 200 meters outside the station, their expressions slowly became solemn. They took a deep breath and ordered: "The machine gun stopped shooting, wait for the national rescue army to rush to the front of the formation one hundred meters before the riflemen shoot and kill them..."

Dozens of national-saviors kept approaching the garrison. What disappointed the squadron leader was that the other party stopped just 130 or 40 meters in front of the formation.

Leaning on the ground, taking out the shovel and bayonet on his back, digging soil quickly in front of him, and moving very quickly.

In just a few minutes, a small mound of soil appeared in front of the National Rescue Army. Although it was not very large and it was not photographed, it blocked the National Rescue Army's body tightly.

All the riflesmen waiting to shoot were disappointed.

"Baga, they want to dig trenches there and build an offensive position..." the squadron leader clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and cursed.

He wanted the machine gunner to shoot because the loose mounds of earth would definitely not block the machine gun bullets.

Now shooting, the National Salvation Army will be killed by hiding behind the pile of soil. In order to reduce casualties, they will definitely stop building offensive positions and evacuate the battlefield.

The orders were all over the mouth, but I swallowed them back at the last moment.

There is not much ammunition in my hand. When the machine gun fires, dozens or hundreds of bullets will be fired. This is like adding insult to injury to the troops that don’t have much ammunition.

I decided to stop shooting at the last moment and leave the bullet at the critical moment before using it.

The subordinates were very anxious and kept looking at the squadron leader, hoping to hear the shooting order and repel the National Savior Army who was digging trenches under his nose.

As a result, when he saw the squadron leader sighing, he ordered helplessly: "Stay ammunition at critical moments and use it again. Now we will not move our troops. If the National Rescue Army wants to dig trenches, let them dig it."

"If there is no accident in the transportation team, they will deliver the ammunition to us in the afternoon, and the National Salvation Army will still not rush into our base after digging the offensive position."

"If something happens to the transport team, we don't have much ammunition to use when breaking through and saving our lives."

"From now on, no one can shoot unless the enemy enters a hundred meters in front of our formation."

On the battlefield where the police brigade transport team attacked, the gunfire stopped completely.

Captives were constantly escorted to Zhou Cheng by troops lying around the battlefield.

If you take a look, the number will definitely exceed four hundred.

But Zhou Cheng's eyes did not stop on them, but went over and over and over to check the Shanxi-made Thomson submachine gun in his hand.

This was seized by the troops from Wang Dehou's personal guard platoon, and the ones that were blown up were reduced, leaving 23 left.

This is the first time Zhou Cheng has touched a submachine gun with his own hands since he traveled through time: pulling the bolt, aiming, pulling the trigger...

After a series of actions were completed, Zhou Cheng's smile became stronger and he praised this submachine gun.

In long-distance combat, light and heavy machine guns are big killers, but in close-range exchanges, the role of submachine guns is far greater than that of light and heavy machine guns.

As a person with some later souls, he will never forget the huge role of the special forces in a battle.

When he first established a guerrilla force, he had the idea of ​​establishing a small-scale special forces, and for this purpose he specially set up a sharpshooter team.

But it was disbanded shortly after.

Because a special force must not only have sharpshooters, but also have assaulters and firepower players with super-soldiers.

After searching all the guerrillas, he had no suitable candidate.

More importantly, at that time, I had no conditions to establish a special forces.

Even if they gathered all the people, they would not have any weapons and equipment.

Special forces mainly carry out sneak attacks, intersperses, infiltrations, assassinations, blasts... missions, and almost all close-range exchanges of fire. The best weapon is a submachine gun.

At that time, I had never seen a submachine gun, let alone seized it.

Now that there are submachine guns and more than 20 seized at one time, Zhou Cheng's idea of ​​forming a special forces has emerged again.

Compared with the guerrilla period, the current strength of the troops has increased by at least five times.

Not only are there many troops supporting the special forces' selection, but there are also higher conditions to support oneself in training a qualified special forces.

Thinking of this, Zhou Cheng directly treated the submachine gun in front of him as a treasure, and asked with his eyes lit up: "In addition to these twenty-three submachine guns, how many submachine gun bullets have we seized."

The first company commander Xiang Feng reported with envy: "Commander, the equipment of other troops of the security brigade is not very good, but the equipment of this guard platoon can definitely be described as luxurious."

"Not only does everyone have a submachine gun, but they are equipped with 80% new China-formal, and they are even more in charge of ammunition."

"Everyone carried 150 submachine gun bullets on his body, and the magazine had not been fired, and a total of more than 4,800 were seized."

"I also learned from the captive puppet army that in order to prevent accidents, five boxes of these bullets were brought on the ammunition truck, with a total of five thousand rounds."

Zhou Cheng's smile became even stronger: "Immediately put away these submachine guns and supporting submachine gun bullets, and send someone to protect them. Without my orders, no one can move. I want these weapons to be of great use!"
Chapter completed!