Ah!
This was the physique of an adult man. It felt so good. Bai Xiaohei could feel the enormous power in Qiao Xiao's body. It was awesome.
Hehehe!
Since it was not a problem for him to carry 30 to 50 catties, then
He looked at the black ring on his hand and the golden horse knife. He gently placed the ring on the table, then picked up the horse knife and moved the blade close to his skin. Then, he firmly cut open his skin, and blood slowly flowed out.
His heart ached. If his body was small, there would be less blood. He quickly dripped the blood onto the ancient ring. When the ring met Bai Xiaohei's blood, a white light flashed. Bai Xiaohei realized that he seemed to have a connection with the ancient ring.
He couldn't be bothered to stop the bleeding. He put the storage ring on his finger, and with a thought, the golden horse knife disappeared. However, Bai Xiaohei could clearly feel that there was something else in the Xu Mi storage ring. He sent his thoughts into the storage ring and found that there was indeed the improved version of the golden horse military knife lying inside.
It was indeed good stuff!
Bai Xiaohei immediately rushed out of the house and grabbed the 2T light machine guns, four Type 38 rifles, and all the bullets and grenades of the five Japanese soldiers in the courtyard. He put them all into his storage ring, including the water bottle, first aid kit, and other equipment.
When there was really nothing left to take, Bai Xiaohei stopped and left the courtyard. His net worth was very rich now. Killing the Japanese was indeed the shortcut to becoming rich!
The street fighting in Zhangcun continued, but the situation was still unfavorable to the 132nd Division. Their reinforcements had not arrived yet, and almost all of the Japanese forces had entered Zhangcun.
They were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers and heavy weapons. This battle would not be easy to fight!
In just an hour, two-fifths of the camp had been lost. However, under the leadership of Vice Commander Tong Linge and Commander Zhao Dengyu, the 2,000 soldiers of Division 132 were still resisting tenaciously.
According to the scouts, there were also Japanese troops in other directions of Nanyuan, but their attacks were not strong. They were mainly attacking from the north. Tong Linge immediately passed down the order to withdraw a portion of the defense troops from the other three sides and come here as reinforcements. Together with the reinforcements from Nanyuan Town, he wanted to stop the Japanese army at the Zhang Village defense line.
More than 30 brothers from the 3rd Battalion of the 382nd Regiment, led by the company commander Fatty, were blocking the enemy on the North Street. The North Street was not wide nor long, so there were not many Japanese, but there were still more than 50 people.
The 6-Ting light machine guns fired in turns, suppressing the 30-odd brothers. They could only hide behind cover and occasionally launch a counterattack.
However, the enemy's firepower was too fierce, and their counterattack was relatively hasty. The casualties on both sides gradually pulled apart.
Zhang Dakui, who had just fired a shot at the Japanese with a Mauser rifle, shouted at the fatty five meters away,"Company commander, we can't go on like this. Our brothers can't hold on any longer!”
After Fatty killed a Japanese soldier, he shouted without looking back,"Zhang Dakui, even if you can't hold on, you have to hold on for me. The battalion commander hasn't given the order to retreat, so no one is allowed to retreat.”
After saying that, he looked around. There were 30 brothers just now, but now there were only 20 left. These brothers were the soldiers he had brought out.
He had brought them out, but he could not bring them back. His heart was bleeding.
However, at this moment, he suddenly realized that a little boy had suddenly appeared behind the group of Japanese soldiers more than 100 meters away.
This little boy was not tall and was wearing the uniform of Beiping First Primary School. Because his son was also studying at Beiping First Primary School, he recognized the clothes on the little boy.
He realized that the little boy did not run away in fear when he saw the battle. Instead, he stood on the street and leaned against a house on the side. He slowly walked behind the Japanese.
This was not the main point. The main point was that he was still holding a light machine gun from the Japanese military.
The Taisho Type 11 Light Machine Gun was commonly known as the crooked handle. The butt was crooked and very easy to recognize. The boy held the light machine gun with both hands and walked towards the back of the Japanese. The more he walked, the more the Japanese did not notice him.
Although the Taisho Type 11 was a light machine gun, it still weighed 10.2 kilograms. It was unbelievable that such a young boy could hold it steadily with both hands without shaking at all.
Then, the unbelievable thing happened.
Bai Xiaohei was holding a crooked weapon. He did not walk fast, so he did not make a sound. The attention of these more than 50 Japanese soldiers was all on the national army in front of them. They did not notice that a god of death was walking towards them.
Less than 40 meters away from them, Bai Xiaohei finally moved. He aimed his gun at the backs of more than 50 Japanese soldiers in front of him and pressed the trigger of the light machine gun.
"Da da da-"
A tongue of flame formed in the air, and bullets quickly flew out of the gun barrel, pouncing on the Japanese in front. In an instant, three Japanese were shot.
Bai Xiaohei quickly loaded a magazine. He immediately held the handle with one hand and unloaded the empty magazine with the other hand. Then, a machine gun magazine appeared in his hand out of thin air. He inserted it into the machine gun magazine without hesitation. The whole process only took 1.5 seconds.
He immediately straightened the gun and quickly pressed the trigger. Thirty bullets were fired in three to five bursts.
By the time the first clip was emptied, five of the Japanese had already fallen. They immediately realized that there were more enemies behind them. However, when the dozen or so Japanese turned around, they realized that there was only one enemy behind them.
It was a little boy. He was holding the standard equipment of his army. They were actually stunned for a moment.
Nani, such a small boy could actually carry a Taisho Type 11 Light Machine Gun. This was illogical!
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