Bright Sword: An eight-year-old boy led a group to fight the Japanese invaders

"Hey, I'm sorry, brother Ergou. Don't worry, I will pay attention next time!" Wang Da Kui apologized embarrassedly. Wang Ergou was his secondary shooter. It didn't matter if he died, but Ergou could not be delayed.

The second Japanese soldier who was charging was almost dead. The Japanese soldiers behind him saw that the grenade launcher had stopped the machine gun on the opposite side, so they immediately organized a charge.

Aoi Nozumi didn't know whether the machine gun team on the opposite side had been killed or not, but the terrain at the gate of the stronghold was narrow. If he didn't take this opportunity to rush out, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Hah, die!" The Japanese roared with a ferocious face, which looked even more frightening in the dark night. In the thatched pile not far behind the bungalow, the villagers who were captured from nearby to seize the stronghold trembled when they heard the Japanese's strange shouting.

The Japanese grenade launcher team was still bombarding the children's group's position, and began to extend the bombing to both sides from the original machine gun firing point. Could Wang Ye tolerate them?

He quickly adjusted the parameters of the mortar, and at the same time as the second round of bombing by the Japanese ended, he put the mortar shells into the barrel.

"Boom!" Wang Ye turned around and dodged. The mortar shell flew into the sky with flames and landed accurately on the playground in front of the bungalow in the stronghold.

The Japanese grenade launcher team, who were enjoying the battle, had no time to dodge and were blown away by the shells.

"Brother, keep landing on the target!" Wang Su used the scope on the gun to act as Wang Ye's observer. She was very excited.

Wang Ye also saw the landing point by the flash of the shell explosion. When Wang Su spoke, he had already loaded the shell.

"boom!"

These second-line Japanese soldiers guarding the stronghold had never seen a mortar gunner like Wang Ye. He fired without any test fire, and his shooting was damn accurate.

Before the Japanese could figure it out, a total of three grenade launcher teams, with a total of nine grenade launchers, were killed by Wang Ye's mortars.

As Wang Dagui's machine gun stopped firing, there was no Japanese soldier standing in the entire stronghold. Wang Ye looked around and asked, "Is there anyone injured?"

"Captain, everything is fine!" Wang Dabao always paid attention to the situation of the children's group members around him.

Wang Ye thought about it and it made sense. They had been strengthened to the level of soldier kings. If they were killed by the second-line Japanese soldiers guarding the artillery tower, those soldier kings would be too fake.

"Clean up the battlefield, quickly!"

After Wang Ye finished shouting, he ran towards the stronghold. He remembered that the uncle during the day said that there were villagers in the stronghold, and they were all soldiers.

Ten minutes later, dozens of villagers carefully stood in the open space in front of the bungalow of the stronghold, looking at the dead devils around them in surprise, and talking in low voices.

"Are the devils dead? Can we go home now?"

Wang Ye stepped forward and said, "Fellow villagers, the Japanese in the stronghold have been killed by us. You can all go home, but I want to ask, is there anyone willing to join our children's group and fight the Japanese with us?"

In fact, Wang Ye did not have much hope for these villagers. They were all honest villagers who made a living from the land and had never even touched a gun.

Sure enough, as soon as Wang Ye finished speaking, the villagers collectively took a step back. Wang Ye's face darkened and asked, "Have you rehearsed this? Do you want to be so neat?"

Wang Su walked up to Wang Ye and whispered, "Not all of these people are villagers. Look at those people!"

Wang Ye looked in the direction of her sister's finger, and sure enough, there were a few strong men hiding in the corner at the back. He turned his eyes and said,

"Now you have to prove your identities to each other. As long as you are a nearby villager, you can leave. If someone pretends to be someone else, just blame the gun in my hand for not being able to open its eyes!"

The villagers spoke quickly after hearing this, and within two minutes most of them had figured out their identities. Wang Ye looked at the remaining six people and asked, "Who are you?"

One of the six people who seemed to be the leader came out. He was tall and had strong hands. "Heroes, we were brought here by the Japanese from the county to build a gun tower. Our hometown is not here, so they don't know us!"

Wang Su smiled and reached out to take the Luger P08 pistol that Wang Ye had just given her. "Tell the truth, our patience is limited. The enemy's support may arrive at any time. If you delay the retreat, we will not care about your life or death!"

The big man's face suddenly changed. This was a naked threat. He explained with a sullen face, "It's not that we don't want to tell you, but you are fooling us. The enemy's strongholds are hard to break without heavy weapons."

He pointed at Wang Ye and his sister and the children's group members around them, and said with some disdain, "How can you, a few kids, take this down? The adults behind you don't come forward and ask you to come out. This is not only a lack of trust, but also a lack of respect for us!"

When Wang Da Kui heard this, he fired a short burst of bullets from his machine gun. "Da da da!" The bullets landed on the ground not far in front of the big man, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"You were captured by the devils to repair the artillery tower. Where do you get the face? Did I make a mistake in rescuing you?"

Wang Ye stared at the six people opposite him with a bad face, "My patience is limited, report your identities immediately, otherwise I will treat you as spies of the devil!"

He is not a good man. At this time, anyone who is not a comrade is an enemy. There are no double-dealers in wartime!

The big man saw the guns in the children's group pointed at them and shouted, "Don't shoot, don't shoot. I am Zhou Zhizhen, deputy company commander of the first company of the third battalion of the 187th Regiment of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army. These are all my soldiers."

"Jinsui Army? Deserters, huh?"

Wang Ye's words made Zhou Zhizhen very angry. He shouted, "Deserter? I am leading my own company to cover the rear of the troops. We originally agreed that we only need to stop the Japanese for 12 hours.

Who knew that the bastard commander behind us would actually let us hold out for 3 days. I had a reinforced company of more than 300 people, but in the end only 10 people were left. We ran out of ammunition and food and were captured by the devils.

That’s why we were dragged by the devils to build artillery towers everywhere. You call us deserters?”

When these words were spoken, both the children's group members and the villagers who had been listening for a while were stunned. If this was the case, then he was still a hero?

Wang Ye kicked him and said, "Who the hell are you pretending to be? Since you can fight the Japanese, you will be members of my Children's Corps from now on!"

The big man who fell to the ground listened to Wang Ye's words and asked in surprise, "Children's Group? What Children's Group?"

"Can't you see? I'm 8 years old this year, and I'm the leader of the children's group. The oldest of the 9 people under me is 13, so after you join, the average age of our children's group will definitely be raised a lot!"

Wang Ye was very happy and said that the children's group couldn't be composed entirely of children, otherwise there would be no deterrent effect at all.

Zhou Zhizhen took a closer look and asked in disbelief, "How many of you are there?"