Anti-Japanese Black Wolf Special Forces

Although Yuan Shuai was throwing grenades, he heard his voice.

Yuan Shuai threw a few grenades, rushed to the two grenade launchers, grabbed the grenades from the grenade launcher bag, and cursed angrily.

"You son of a bitch, you still have the nerve to talk about the Bushido spirit? When you were firing tank machine guns just now, was that your Bushido spirit? I'll fucking blow you to death!"

After saying that, he set up the grenade launcher, put in the grenade, and fired forward.

The soldiers on both sides had also rushed down, picked up the Japanese grenades one by one, pulled the rings to hit them, and then threw them forward.

Some people picked up the Japanese's Type 99 rifles and rushed to the tanks, mounted machine guns on the tanks and fired wildly at the Japanese.

Although some Japanese soldiers did not care about the samurai spirit and had already turned on the safety again and wanted to shoot.

Unfortunately, the crazy grenades and grenade launchers didn't give them a chance to shoot.

After all the grenades were thrown away, the Eighth Route Army launched another charge.

However, at this time, the Japanese had been attacked from both sides, especially by the grenades and grenade launchers at the main gate and the Type 99 light machine guns on the tanks, killing more than half of them.

More than 130 people were killed or wounded in the team of more than 200 people.

The remaining seventy-odd people no longer had the numerical advantage they had before.

At this time, the Third Battalion had more than 150 people. Although more than 50 of them were killed or wounded, there were still 80 to 90 people, which was more than a dozen more than the Japanese.

All the Eighth Route Army launched the final charge.

However, Yuan Shuai still did not rush to the front, because the road was so wide and the Eighth Route Army in front blocked his way, so he could not rush through.

He simply climbed onto the tank, knelt on one knee on the top of the tank, pulled the trigger and shot at the Japs.

At this time, the farthest Japanese soldier was less than 150 meters away.

The nearest Japanese soldier was less than a hundred meters away from him.

At such a close distance, for him who was already familiar with the Type 38 rifle, as long as he was not planning to shoot the enemy in the head, he didn't need to aim, and bullets flew towards the enemy's chest one after another.

"Brother, your shooting skills are pretty good!"

Gu Dayong's machine gun magazine had run out, and he had picked up a Type 38 rifle and ran here.

He said with a smile as he fired.

"Brother, my name is Gu Dayong, and I'm a machine gunner in the first squad of the ninth company. I see that you have good artillery skills and good marksmanship. Come to our squad..."

"Kill your devils, so much nonsense!"

Yuan Shuai had already used up the bullets in the gun and was shouting while loading bullets.

Gu Dayong glanced at him and was stunned.

What Yuan Shuai was holding in his hand was the Japanese Type 38 rifle.

Yuan Shuai had a Japanese magazine belt wrapped around his waist.

The Japs' bullets were not scattered like those of the Eighth Route Army, but in five-round magazines.

Normally when loading bullets, one would look down at the magazine to install them.

But Yuan Shuai's eyes were always looking forward and he didn't even look at the magazine.

But Yuan Shuai was surprisingly smooth and even skilled in installing all five bullets in the magazine into the magazine, and then skillfully pulled the bolt to shoot.

This smooth movement was even faster than the old soldier bending down to change the magazine.

Damn, who is this guy? He is so good at changing ammunition, even better than me!

Gu Dayong is also a proud veteran.

Of course he was very unconvinced.

After he fired a bullet, there was no more bullet in the gun.

He gritted his teeth and snorted disdainfully.

"It's just changing the magazine, who can't do that?"

After saying that, he took out a magazine from his pocket, wanting to install the bullets in the magazine into the magazine without lowering his head like Yuan Shuai.

But he fumbled with his right hand for a long time but couldn't align the magazine with the magazine.

Embarrassed, he quickly lowered his head and stared at the magazine, then he pushed the five bullets in the magazine into the magazine.

And within this short period of time.

Yuan Shuai had fired five shots in a row. He pulled the bolt again to open the magazine, took out the magazine and pressed five bullets again.

Oh shit!

So fast!

Gu Dayong looked at Yuan Shuai as if he were a monster.

Only then did he realize that the guy in front of him was not only a sharpshooter, but also a sharpshooter and a quickshooter.

With that shooting skill and speed, I'm afraid there's no one like him in their Ninth Company, or even in their Third Battalion, the entire regiment, or the entire brigade, let alone their Ninth Company.

Before they could react, a bullet flew between them.

The whistling sound of the bullets cutting through the air beside their ears made them both break out in cold sweats.

It turned out that a wounded Japanese soldier not far in front of the tank was not yet dead. When he saw someone on the tank shooting, he fired a shot at this place with trembling hands.

Fortunately, this guy's hands were shaking after he was injured, otherwise, this shot would have taken either Yuan Shuai's life or Gu Dayong's life!

"Damn it, you dare to shoot from behind!"

Gu Dayong came to his senses and immediately pulled the trigger at him.

"It's almost over. If we open fire again, we'll easily injure our own people. Go down and clean up the battlefield!"

After saying this, Yuan Shuai rushed forward.

"Ok, I……"

Gu Dayong hurriedly followed, but he soon felt something was wrong.

He is a genuine Eighth Route Army soldier, why would he suddenly obey the orders of a militiaman?

However, just as he jumped off the tank, he saw Yuan Shuai stabbing his bayonet at some Japanese soldiers who were not yet dead.

The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out.

He stabbed the wounded Japanese soldiers to death one by one.

"Hey, how can you kill prisoners!"

A soldier in front heard the Japanese screams, turned around suddenly, and saw Yuan Shuai stabbing the wounded Japanese with a bayonet, and immediately roared loudly.

"What a bunch of damn prisoners! They were the ones who shot at us just now. I was almost killed by them. If I don't kill them, am I going to be killed by them?"

While Yuan Shuai was shouting in rebuttal, he continued to attack some wounded Japanese soldiers.

Gu Dayong was also angry.

He was next to Yuan Shuai just now and was almost shot to death by the Japanese.

He pointed at the brothers in the Seventh Company and shouted.

"Why are you yelling? If my brother hadn't used grenade launchers to blow up the enemy's tanks and machine guns, you would all be dead. You wouldn't even have a chance to stand here and breathe!"

"You can't kill the prisoners!"

The squad leader of Class 1, Company 7, objected loudly.

"Gu Dayong, you are also a veteran, don't you know the rules? We in the Eighth Route Army never kill prisoners!"

"They are holding guns. If they don't raise their hands in surrender, they are not prisoners! They are the enemy!"

Gu Dayong retorted unconvincedly.

"Don't bother with them, just find the loot!"

Yuan Shuai saw that the fighting in front had stopped and the soldiers had begun to clean up the battlefield, so he rushed up the steep hillside and ran forward.

The people in the Seventh Company were stunned.

The slopes on both sides of the road are very steep, estimated to be more than 70 degrees, and they are all relatively smooth loess fences, more than one person tall. The Japanese climbed for a long time but failed to climb up, but Yuan Shuai rushed up the slope in a sprint.

With this speed and this strength, they are ashamed of themselves.

"Damn, who is this militia?"

"You're quite good!"...

"What are you looking at? Clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils!"

The squad leader of the first squad of the seventh company shouted loudly with a red face.

Gu Dayong quickly ran on the road to chase Yuan Shuai who was running up the hillside.

Because he was very clear that he must find a way to get Yuan Shuai into their class, otherwise, he would definitely be snatched away by someone else.