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

"Da da da..." The roar of the machine guns resounded throughout the battlefield. It was not that the Japanese machine gunners did not want to counter-suppress. After all, the enemy had only one machine gun, while they had nine.

But they thought a little too much. Wang Su just listened to the Japanese machine gunners firing. Wherever there were machine guns, there would be Wang Su's sniper.

Although the other members of the Children's Group are not as accurate as Wang Su in shooting, don't underestimate the elite shooters blessed by the system.

In their eyes, the Japanese machine gunners' 200-meter distance was not impossible to hit, so it didn't take long for the Japanese machine gunners to be killed and only a few were left.

Watanabe watched as the sound of machine guns around him became smaller and smaller until it disappeared. He knew that his machine gun group had lost its effectiveness and he could not retreat even if he wanted to.

The only one that can still move is the last mortar squad left. Each mortar squad of the Japanese has about 30 people.

Among these 30 people, only a few Japanese soldiers on guard were holding Type rifles, and the other artillerymen were all holding self-defense pistols, so their combat effectiveness was very low. Once they were ambushed by the infantry, they would basically have no chance of survival.

After Wang Ye dealt with the grenade launcher team, he didn't even look at Watanabe, but turned around and rushed towards the mortar team. Don't get me wrong, he is not interested in the devil's mortars.

But those who operate these cannons are technical soldiers, and their merit points are one point higher than those of infantrymen. This is why he is excited.

The Japanese mortar team panicked when they saw Wang Ye rushing towards them. The enemy who single-handedly killed the grenade launcher team must be no simple creature.

Wang Ye ran to a position about 100 meters away from the mortar team and stopped. He threw grenades first, but he only threw three grenades, and the remaining Japanese soldiers turned around and ran away.

"Fuck, this is such a lack of martial ethics, how can he escape from the battlefield!" Wang Ye muttered to himself, picked up the gun at hand and chased after him.

Watanabe was watching the artillery squad that was temporarily reinforced to him being chased by the enemy, and he felt extremely depressed. What the hell was going on!

He has been on the Chinese battlefield for more than three years, fighting from North China to Central China, and then to Shanxi Province. He has always led his troops to chase the Chinese troops. He has never encountered such a thing.

"Baka!" Watanabe was so angry that he smashed his hands on the ground.

The staff officer looked at his mortar team that had disappeared and turned to suggest, "Major, the situation is very critical now. I suggest you move in immediately, otherwise you may..."

Watanabe looked at him deeply. Of the hundreds of soldiers, only a few had died and many were injured. He knew that the troops no longer had the strength to continue fighting.

"Prepare to turn in!"

"Hey!"

The remaining Japanese soldiers were ecstatic when they heard the order to turn around, and they crawled backwards, hoping to get out of the range of the opposing machine guns.

Unfortunately, they woke up too late, because Wang Ye had already hunted down all the artillery and the Japanese squadron personnel and came behind them.

"Bang!" The mortar shells fell accurately on the Japanese retreat route, and the defenseless Japanese who were slowly retreating were blown into the sky.

"Hey, I've got to admit that my cannon is pretty accurate!" Wang Ye said as he started to reload.

Watanabe was furious. He had never been so angry before. "Everyone charge! Even if we die, we will die on the way!"

Wang Ye heard Watanabe's roar and felt annoyed. What the hell are you pretending to be? He took out his rifle, aimed at Watanabe's back and fired a shot.

Watanabe, who had just drawn his command knife and was about to charge, was shot in the heart and fell to the ground helplessly.

A few minutes later, all the Japanese were wiped out. Wang Ye stood behind the Japanese and shouted, "Clean up the battlefield, load all the weapons and equipment onto the trucks, we'll take them away!"

Wang Su came out with the other eight people. They looked at Wang Ye in the distance and were so excited that they couldn't express it in words. In the morning, they were chased by the devils and ran up the mountain.

In the afternoon, they wiped out the Japanese squadron. Such an achievement was a great contribution not only to the children's corps, but also to the regular troops, and now the credit belongs to them.

It was getting dark soon, and Wang Dagui found Wang Ye and said, "Captain, the battlefield has been cleaned up. Shall we go up the mountain and bring back all the villagers now?"

Wang Ye looked at the people around him who were looking at him with hopeful eyes, and said unhappily, "Why are you accepting it? The Japanese are still fighting with the main force in Cangyun Ridge. Who can guarantee that the Japanese will not come here next time?

Even if we want to accept it, we have to wait until the Japanese raid is over!"

Wang Su cleaned her gun. This was her treasure and she had to take good care of it. "Brother, what do you think we should do now?"

Wang Ye chuckled, "Aren't the Japanese fighting the main force in Cangyun Ridge? Are we, the children's group, just going to watch?"

Wang Su ran to Wang Ye in two steps, looked into his eyes, and asked in surprise, "Brother, do you mean we should go to Cangyun Ridge to fight the Japanese as well?"

The other children's group members were even more agitated. It was obvious that the destruction of the Japanese squadron gave them unlimited courage. Wang Dabao, the second oldest person in the children's group, was the first to express his opinion.

"Captain, you give the orders. We will fight wherever you say we should fight!"

"Yes, Captain, you have the final say!"

In the past, Wang Ye and his sister were the youngest in the children's group. Although they had the highest fighting power, fighting was not just about fighting power, so no one listened to them.

Now, you can tell by looking at the corpses of the Japanese soldiers all over the ground.

Seeing that everyone had reached a consensus, Wang Ye immediately made arrangements, "Gather all the weapons, take them to our trenches, and then dig a pit to bury the Eighth Route Army, the district squad, and the village protection team!"

At night, everyone ate some canned food seized from the Japanese and then headed towards Cangyun Ridge. Wang Ye didn't know how the battle in Cangyun Ridge was going.

Lao Li must be steady and leave Sakata Nobutsu's head to him. Who knows how much merit points he can get for the head of a Japanese colonel?

Sakata Nobutsu, whom Wang Ye had been thinking about, was losing his temper in the command post outside Cangyun Ridge because the squadron he sent out to attack the flank of the New 1st Regiment lost contact after dark.

"Colonel, there is still no news about Major Watanabe's troops!"

Sakata Nobutsu looked at the map under the dim light, and the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger. What he couldn't understand was that the largest army in the entire Cangyunling area had been pinned down here by him.

A squadron plus an artillery squad, such strength would require at least a Chinese battalion to stop. If we want to make them disappear quietly and not even be able to send a telegram, at least a regiment would be needed. It doesn't make sense!