"So this move was used by our soldiers. It's like catching a turtle in a jar. Everyone, don't panic!”
The commoners watching from the other side of Suzhou Creek instantly became excited.
Some of them were crying.
He had just experienced what despair was like, but in an instant, hope was ignited again!
What kind of mentality was this?
Perhaps only riding a mountain cart could express this feeling to a limited extent.
"Mom, mom, look, those uncles are still fighting!”
The little girl's pure voice returned to her crying mother.
"Yes, yes, they are still fighting! Daughter, remember them well. They are all heroes!”
"Okay, Mom, don't cry…"
It would have been better if the little girl did not say anything, but once she did, the mother's tears flowed down again.
Because her husband was once one of these warriors.
However, three months later, he turned around and participated in the Battle of Songhu.
Her husband never came back.
Her husband's comrade sent back a jar of ashes and a medal.
In addition to the money that was gradually depreciating into waste paper…
Therefore, when this woman saw the warriors fighting crazily in the four-row warehouse, she was shocked.
That was why her tears couldn't stop flowing.
Because it would remind her of her husband who died in battle.
Her husband was once a hero.
He had also fought with all his might like this before.
Blood flowed.
The woman's eyes turned sour as she looked up at the sky.
The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed.
The sun shone on a white cloud.
It was round…
It seemed to be her husband's face…
In the pavilion where the Eagle Country people were standing.
"John, it looks like this war isn't over yet. It's still going on!”
The Eagle Nation man calmly picked up a cup of coffee and sipped it lightly.
The battle next door was in full swing, and the artillery shells were rumbling. However, on this side, they were calmly drinking their coffee.
He listened to the song and crossed his legs.
It was as if the battle in the warehouse on the other side was just a show to them.
In fact, they were indeed looking at it with this kind of mentality.
The reporters from various countries pressed their shutters.
It recorded this moment of reversal.
Some of them were foreign reporters, while others were Chinese reporters.
One of the Chinese reporters pressed the shutter as tears and snot flowed down his face.
"Yan Huang will not perish! Good job, good job!"
The reporter quickly said a few words of praise, indicating that he could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart.
Although he looked miserable.
However, the people around him did not say anything. They did not even mock him. Instead, they were filled with respect.
People who had their own country in their hearts would be looked up to wherever they went.
This was national pride.
This was the reason why there were only 400 strong warriors fighting here despite the fact that there were 800 of them.
A spark seemed to be slowly ignited.
The prairie fire could already be expected.
……
"Coward, beat him up!"
In the fourth row of warehouses.
The sheep crutch was also stirred up at this moment.
It was howling.
He stabbed a Japanese with the bayonet on his gun and killed him.
Then, he took the gun and aimed it at the waist of a Japanese soldier beside him.
Bang!
At such a close distance, he would let the Japanese feel what it meant to be shot through.
Xie Jinyuan tidied up the dust on his helmet.
He had set up this trap earlier, like a spider, ready to catch a moth.
They were just waiting to be caught.
A large number of grenades were buried along the way.
The devils swarmed in.
Xie Jinyuan immediately ordered the soldiers who were lying on the ground and pretending to be dead to light it up instantly.
The Japanese didn't expect such a turn of events.
When they first entered the warehouse, they saw enemies lying on the ground like corpses.
He instantly heaved a sigh of relief.
However, he didn't expect it.
This was actually a trick.
This was a trap.
"Baka, this is the opponent's scheme. Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!”
"Retreat, retreat!"
"Don't panic!"
"Ah!"
The Japanese wanted to retreat out of the four-row warehouse.
Clang!
The steel door was instantly lowered.
It cut off the last path of retreat for the Japanese.
In an instant, because the crowd was too crowded.
The Japanese had grenades under their feet.
And then…
Rumble!
Bang bang.
It bloomed instantly.
Jiang Yang was standing at a relatively good sniping spot on the fourth floor.
Taking advantage of the chaos, he shot headshots one after another.
He didn't dare to engage in close combat.
Because he was only a sharpshooter.
In terms of close combat, when Baili Shouyue possessed him, although his physical fitness had improved…
However, it was far from reaching the point where it could fight hand-to-hand without being injured.
"400!"
Bang!
The third Japanese officer who had temporarily replaced the commander was shot in the head.
Jiang Yang heaved a sigh of relief.
His face was pale.
His fingers trembled.
It actually caused a layer of skin to break on his finger.
How long and how much friction must it have gone through for such a situation to occur?
All in all!
The number of people killed by grenades was actually relatively small.
But…
This wave of grenade explosions took away 80% of the Japanese's combat strength.
Immediately after, the machine gunners standing upstairs began to fire wildly.
After a few rounds of shooting.
The blood of the Japanese slowly stained the door red.
Then, the soldiers slowly approached.
If they saw any Japanese that were still alive, they would go up and shoot them.
During this period of time.
Some cunning devils even pretended to be dead and lay on the ground.
When the strong men went to check if these devils were dead, they suddenly exploded!
"Long live the Yamata no Orochi!"
Then, he pulled the grenade, and in an instant, the sound of explosions rang out.
Fortunately, the soldiers were sufficiently vigilant and prepared.
Otherwise, they might really be injured or killed by this wave.
After half an hour of examination, he died.
This wave of Japanese soldiers had all died.
None of them were alive.
The fourth row of warehouses opened again.
This time, the people who came out were not Japanese…
Instead, they were warriors who fought against the enemy.
They had to clean up the corpses of the Japanese.
Then, he piled it aside.
There were a few big words written on it,"Those who dare to offend my Yan Huang will be killed even if they are far away!"
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