It was her fault for taking so long on the road that there weren't many spots left when she arrived. This place was too far forward and obviously not a good hiding spot.
"Coo, coo, coo"
With a few bird calls, everyone quickly quieted down. Someone had already buried mines on the road ahead, waiting for them to be delivered to the door.
As the sun sets, only the last ray of light is still struggling.
The ground shook slightly, and experienced people quickly lay down with their ears pressed to the ground.
"It's about another mile. There are a lot of people and cars, and there must be some heavy stuff!"
After hearing the man's analysis, Jiang Cha also secretly lay down and listened for a while, but he heard nothing except the vibration of the ground.
Finally, the large Japanese army marched into their encirclement. The heavy object that the man heard just now should be the cannon passing in front of them.
Unexpectedly, the Japanese brought several Type 94 mountain cannons and several heavy machine guns mounted on cars this time.
Walking unsteadily on the dirt road, the dust raised was choking me.
Jiang Cha, who had been worried about being exposed because of the color of her clothes, finally understood why everyone looked at her strangely just now.
It turned out that I thought she was a little silly. When the team was marching, there was a lot of dust. Who could see the difference in colors on both sides of the road at night?
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The "lucky ones" who entered the encirclement and stepped on a landmine were hit by a hail of bullets from the team behind them before they could get out of the car.
The glaring target left them nowhere to escape. Jiang Cha was very close to the avenue and could see everything clearly.
In a hurry, the Japanese wanted to load the mountain artillery with shells and fire a wave of fire towards the position where the trumpeter was.
According to custom, that must be the command position. The boxes containing the shells were opened, but no one could put them in.
It’s not that no one can operate the artillery without them, but mainly because Jiang Cha and the others just stared at the cannon and shot anyone who got close.
Whether he was holding a cannonball or not, no one could get close to that place.
No matter how fierce the fighting was elsewhere, they always kept the enemy from getting close to the cannon.
There are people watching even under the car. Anyone who dares to show his head will be shot in the head with incredible accuracy.
The people who had just laughed at her for digging the hole now looked at her with admiration. Everyone else was staring at the front, back, left and right of the cannon, but she was the only one in a position where she could see clearly under the car.
It's like squatting at the door of a rat's nest. If you dare to show your head, you can't go back.
It's so easy that you don't even have to move. You can see it by just raising your eyes. It's much easier than them looking around with their heads raised.
There were fewer and fewer Japs on the avenue, until those who were still standing had bayonets fixed because they had no bullets.
The trumpet sounded the command for everyone to go up and fight. Once the bayonets were raised, it was time for hand-to-hand combat. After all, we didn't have much ammunition.
The advantage of being close is that as soon as the order is given, while others are still on their way to charge, they have already picked up their swords and started fighting with the Japanese.
"Chop, hack, slash, pick! Back then, I swung my sword three thousand times a day, regardless of the coldest and hottest days! I remember the instructor who had a stern face and was strict with her, often glaring and yelling at them.
The enemy will not stop fighting for a day just because you are not feeling well today, nor will they stop fighting for a few days just because the weather is bad and wait for the sun to come out.
Once you are on the battlefield, you must fight bravely. Remember, the bravest will win when they meet on a narrow road! Once you hesitate, the enemy will seize the opportunity to kill you! "It takes a thousand days to raise an army, but only a moment to deploy it. Give me some strength!"
When the Japanese bayonet stabbed at her, she quickly fought back with the moves she had imagined many times in her mind.
He moved sideways with the bayonet pressed against her body as he passed in front of her by inertia, raised his hand and chopped down the knife diagonally, directly cutting off the arms holding the gun.
The broadsword team's blades are broad, thick-backed, and sharp, not to mention that the one Jiang Cha uses is specially made.
When she was training in the militia company, the master craftsmen from the steel factory gave her a special machete with a high steel content, so it was sharper and tougher.
I kept it in the space for many years and never used it until I took it out this time when I joined the operation. I believe the masters will be very happy to know its purpose.
He stepped on the fallen Japanese soldier's arm and thrust it forward. A line of blood spurted out from his neck, and he stared in disbelief.
She successfully blocked the bayonet that was stabbing at her from the side, and sent the man back to see the daylight.
She displayed the moves that had been ingrained into her bones through countless practice. As she moved forward, more and more Japanese soldiers fell behind her.
The dark clothes she was wearing were soaked, becoming heavy and sticky, all from the liquid sprayed onto her by the other person.
The pungent fishy smell made the Japanese dare not approach her easily. They originally thought that she should be easy to deal with because of her thin figure, but who knew she was a killing god.
They were so scared that they crowded to other places. They would rather fight with others than get close to her and be killed in three moves.
Until the trumpet sounded again, everyone knew that the battle was over and we won!
Cheers, cries, shouts!
Everyone was immersed in the joy of victory. Jiang Cha, who had recovered, felt so disgusted by himself that he wanted to jump into the water and take a bath immediately.
"Xiao Jiang, are you hurt?"
She heard the loud voice asking her from a distance, and the comrades around her looked at him in disbelief, as if to say, "Are you kidding me?"
When he walked over to Jiang Cha, the pungent smell and the surrounding situation made the loud-voiced man lose his voice and didn't know what to say.
"Are you the descendant of some martial arts master?"
Whose child is so skilled? This isn't a fantasy world, so he can only guess it's from a martial arts family.
"Yes! My ancestors ran a bun shop!"
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