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

Wang Ye handed over the machine gun while upgrading Wang Daben and Wang Ergou's machine gun skills to elite level, which cost 40 points.

Wang Ye felt so painful in his heart, as he could only get merit points by killing the Japanese. It was not expensive to buy weapons, but ammunition was expensive, especially the upgrades of various skills were more expensive. It seemed that he had to find an opportunity to kill high-ranking Japanese officials. After all, the higher the military rank, the more merit points he would get.

Wang Daben and Wang Ergou put their rifles on their backs. Daben picked up the machine gun and examined it carefully. He grinned and said, "Captain, if you have this thing, you should have taken it out earlier. These hundred or so guys are not enough for me to fight."

"Don't brag. The Japanese are very good at shooting, especially their grenade launchers are very accurate. The enemy on the other side is the Japanese elite Sakata Regiment. Those Japanese have at least one to two years of actual combat experience. Don't let this happen to you!"

Wang Ye looked at Wang Daben's laughter and reminded him seriously that he only had so many people under his command and he didn't want to lose men in the first battle.

"Don't worry, Commander. I haven't avenged my father and fellow villagers yet. How could I die? Ergou, load bullets for me. I'll show the Japanese how good my gun is!"

Wang Daben pulled Ergou and ran to the side.

Wang Ye rushed to Wang Su's side and looked at the Japanese soldiers who had already started charging in the distance. "Little sister, you focus on shooting the Japanese machine gunners and officers, and leave the rest of the grenade launchers to me!"

"What do you want to do?"

"The grenade launchers are far away, so it's hard for us to attack them here. I'll go around to the flank and shoot down the grenade launchers and mortars. This way, the Japanese won't have any heavy weapons, and our threat will be much smaller.

And I have to block the devil's retreat. Today I will make sure that these devils never come back!" Wang Ye said fiercely, thinking of the bodies of the Eighth Route Army and militiamen lying in the trenches.

"I'll go too!" Wang Su's eyes lit up. How could she be left out of such a dangerous task as blocking the Japanese' retreat? Anyway, she didn't want Wang Ye to go alone.

Wang Ye patted her shoulder and said, "You can't go. The pressure here is very high. There are not many of us. If you leave, what will happen if this place is breached?"

Wang Su looked at the regiment members scattered in the trenches around him, thought again and again, and couldn't help but said, "You have to promise me that if you can't stop the enemy, you must evacuate in time. If the enemy escapes, we can still fight. Don't let anything go wrong!"

Wang Ye looked at the concern in Wang Su's eyes and nodded heavily!

The speed of the Japs' charge was very fast, and the famous pig-rush tactic was not in vain, especially when facing the lack of firepower of our national troops.

In just a few tens of seconds, they were within 100 meters. This time, the Japanese brought all their light machine guns up. Wang Su got angry when he saw the Japanese machine gunners showing off their might.

"Bang!" She fired without hesitation, and the quick-talking Japanese machine gunner fell on the spot. The Japanese behind the attack just now knew that there was a sharpshooter on the opposite side.

As soon as Wang Su fired a shot, the remaining Japanese machine gunners all lay down and set up firing positions on the spot.

The other Japanese infantrymen didn't care about this. They held their guns, shouted incomprehensible slogans, and rushed towards the position fearlessly.

Wang Daben pulled the safety of the machine gun, and looked at the Japanese who were charging with strange cries with bloodshot eyes. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and his index finger firmly pulled the trigger.

"Da da da..." The machine gun fired rhythmic bursts of fire, and the Japanese soldiers in the front fell down instantly.

The effective range of the mg42 general-purpose machine gun is 1000 meters and the firing rate is 1200 rounds per minute. The rapid charge of hundreds of Japanese soldiers stopped instantly as Wang Daben opened fire from the machine gun.

In just a dozen seconds, more than thirty Japanese soldiers fell down, and the rest lay dead on the ground, including the machine gunner at the back, who were also within Wang Daben's shooting range.

Watanabe lay on the ground with his head pressed tightly against the ground, fearing that he would be targeted by the machine gunner if he lay too high.

He slowly turned his head to look at the staff officer beside him, and shouted with a sullen face, "Baga, where did the machine guns on the other side come from, and they are so accurate,

Aren’t they just a bunch of farmers who just dropped their hoes?”

The staff officer and the Japanese squad leader heard Watanabe's roar, but they didn't answer. How could they find the answer to such a question?

Only the roar of the machine gun in Wang Daben's hand rang in Watanabe's ears.

Seeing that Daben was fighting vigorously, Ergou grabbed him and moved to another place. A few seconds later, the Japanese grenade launcher fell back to its original position.

"Thank you, Ergou!" Wang Daben thanked him with lingering fear.

Wang Ergou rolled his eyes and said, "What's the point of just saying it? If you really want to thank me, just let me fire the machine gun!"

Wang Daben hugged the machine gun in his arms and said with a wry smile: "Next time, hehe, next time!" After that, he set up the machine gun and started shooting again.

The grenade throwers on the opposite side were just about to continue their attack and destroy the machine gun position on the opposite side, but before they could reload, the machine gun had already moved.

"Damn it! These Chinese are so cunning!" Just as the Japanese grenade thrower was about to adjust his position, Wang Ye had already arrived.

He looked at the grenade launchers left behind and sneered in his heart. The Japanese were quite good at hiding. He put his rifle aside and exchanged it for ten grenades.

This long-handled grenade uses the most advanced gunpowder and is extremely powerful. Moreover, because of its long handle, it is very suitable for throwing, especially in the hands of a very strong person like Wang Ye.

Time waits for no one. The Japanese grenade thrower was about to reload. Wang Ye pulled the fuse of the grenade, paused for two seconds, and threw it out with force.

The grenade flew over a distance of hundreds of meters and exploded with a "bang" above the heads of the Japanese grenade launcher team. The fragments of the grenade covered an area of ​​dozens of meters, and the entire grenade launcher team was within the range.

After throwing one, Wang Ye did not stop, but picked up the next one and continued throwing. After he had thrown ten, he picked up the rifle at hand and began to observe.

The Japanese squadron had three grenade launcher teams, two of which were destroyed in the previous battle, so Wang Ye saw seven teams.

There were 4 people in each group, a total of 28 people. After these 28 people were hit by Wang Ye's ten grenades, the entire grenade launcher position was filled with wailing.

Wang Ye was a kind-hearted man. How could he bear to see these devils suffer, so he called out their names one by one.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Within a minute, the entire grenade launcher position fell silent, and no one could move.

Both sides of the battle here have noticed it. Watanabe yelled angrily, "Bagayalu, these Chinese are too cunning, hurry back to support!"

Wang Su looked at the explosion in the distance and knew that his brother had taken action. He shouted directly, and his clear voice resounded through the sky, "Throw the grenade, Wang Daben, hit him hard, we must not let the Japanese retreat!"

When Wang Daben heard this, he became furious. The short burst of fire just now turned into a continuous fire. He wanted to run away after entering my shooting range. What the hell was he thinking about?