Wei Dayong carried a Thompson submachine gun and walked into the yard from the door, with Wang Xikui and Yang Dahe following closely behind him.

Later, the battalion chief of staff and the two company commanders also walked in.

More than a dozen Japanese soldiers pressed their bayonets against the civilians' bodies as human shields.

Seven or eight soldiers of the Second Company held submachine guns and stared at the Japanese opposite.

The two sides were locked in a tense confrontation, neither of them daring to act rashly, and large beads of sweat continued to flow from their faces.

The faces of the people were full of fear and despair.

Only when he looked at the Eighth Route Army around him, there was still a glimmer of hope in his pupils.

Their legs shook like chaff.

Seeing the officers from the Eighth Route Army come in, the Japanese squadron leader held a bastard box in his left hand and a command knife in his right hand, and babbled something to Wei Dayong.

Although Wei Dayong didn't know what the Japanese were talking about, he could probably guess the meaning.

It's nothing more than letting them go, otherwise we will kill the people in front of us, and everyone will die together.

Wei Dayong's eyes were filled with murderous intent. The little devil really deserves to die!

If you can't defeat them, use the common people as human shields. Is this the so-called bushido spirit?

At this moment, Wei Dayong was terrifyingly calm. Although he wanted to send the Japanese in front of him to see their emperor immediately.

However, he must also save these people in front of him!

After a quick glance at the enemy's firepower, he saw a dozen 380 guns loaded and a crooked machine gun.

The Japanese didn't even have melon grenades in their hands, otherwise they would be in big trouble.

It's not that the Japanese don't want to use grenades, the main reason is that detonating grenades is troublesome. With so many guns aimed at you, you won't have a chance to knock off the grenade's primer.

It seems that none of the Japanese understand Chinese, otherwise the other party would definitely communicate in Chinese.

A plan quickly formed in his mind, and Wei Dayong raised the muzzle of the submachine gun upwards with his right hand.

In a negotiating tone, he said to the Japanese squadron leader:

"Everyone stop talking now and listen to my orders!"

"When I count one, two, three, the folks will immediately get down on the ground and move quickly. Do you understand?"

"If you understand, just wink at me."

"very good!"

"Don't shoot on the walls and roofs, don't hurt the folks!"

"The one standing next to me holding a submachine gun, after I count one, two, three, we can shoot at the Japanese together!"

Although the Japanese squadron leader Sanada Yukimura did not understand Wei Dayong's words, seeing him speaking to him in a negotiating tone, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in his heart.

Sanada Yukimura swept around, pointed his gun at the people, and spoke in a series of gestures and chirps.

The meaning is very obvious, let the surrounding people put down their weapons immediately, otherwise they will kill these villagers immediately.

"Ok! ok!" Wei Dayong nodded.

He slowly lowered the submachine gun in his right hand, and used his left hand behind his back to signal Wang Xikui and Yang Dahe to kill the enemy machine gunners.

At the same time, Wei Dayong's eyes were fixed on Sanada Yukimura.

"one!"

"two!"

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

The eyes of a dozen Japanese soldiers were fixed on the submachine gun slowly descending from Wei Dayong's hand.

The Eighth Route Army officers are putting down their guns. Will the soldiers be far behind?

However, the common people no longer trembled, their bodies tensed up at this moment, just waiting for Wei Dayong to finally spit out the word "three".

The soldiers holding submachine guns in the Second Company were all veterans who followed Wei Dayong out of the prisoner of war camp.

It can be said that they have experienced hundreds of battles, and their psychological quality is definitely above the standard. At this moment, their eyes all narrowed slightly, and they put their fingers on the triggers of submachine guns.

"three!"

The moment Wei Dayong blurted out, the people rushed forward one after another.

Because the Japs' attention was entirely on the gun in Wei Dayong's hand, their reaction paused for a few tenths of a second.

Almost at the same time that the people were lying on the ground, the submachine gun in Wei Dayong's hand roared violently.

Roaring along with it were seven submachine guns on both sides of Wei Dayong.

Wang Xikui held the Type 97 sniper rifle given to him by Wei Dayong and flicked it.

Killed the Japanese machine gunner at the first opportunity.

Da da da da da!

Da da da da…

Eight Thompson submachine guns, known as Chicago typewriters, sprayed flames from their muzzles and poured bullets wildly at the Japs' bodies.

The Czech machine gun in Yang Dahe's hand also roared ferociously.

Puff puff!

The bullets hit the devil's body crazily, and blood mist spattered continuously. Even the wall behind the devil was beaten into dust and ricocheted bullets.

After all the bullets in a magazine were fired, no Japs were left standing.

All the Japs fell backwards to the ground, their bodies covered with bloody holes left by bullet holes, and blood trickled out.

The common people were completely frightened by this formation and collapsed on the ground for a long time, unable to recover.

The soldier holding a submachine gun beside Wei Dayong remained motionless in his shooting position.

Actually did it!

They killed the Japanese and saved the villagers!

The battalion commander is really amazing!

"These damn devils!" Wei Dayong cursed secretly.

Although he saved these villagers, the psychological trauma the Japanese inflicted on them may never be erased.

These people have been living in this small mountain village for generations. They work diligently when the sun rises and rest when the sun goes down.

No one was recruited, no one was provoked.

But today, the Japanese suddenly broke into the village and suffered an unreasonable disaster.

"Wang Xikui, Yang Dahe!" Wei Dayong shouted without looking back.

"arrive!"

"Why are you still standing there?" Wei Dayong said, "Why don't you help the villagers up quickly?"

"yes!"

Yang Dahe and Wang Xikui greeted them quickly, and the soldiers on the walls and roofs also jumped down to help the villagers.

Wei Dayong shouted again: "Wang Xikui, Meng Fugui!"

"have!"

Wei Dayong turned around and ordered to the two men: "Let the recruits clean the battlefield. Regardless of whether the Japanese are dead or alive, each recruit must stab the enemy's vitals at least twice with a bayonet. Half of the veterans will be assigned to supervise the execution, and the remaining veterans will be responsible for treating the wounded and injured."

Common people!”

Wang Chengzhu's artillery battery played a great role in this battle, and the rest were mostly shot down by the veterans, while the new recruits followed behind and almost watched the fun.

But now Wei Dayong does not expect the new recruits to have strong combat effectiveness.

One of the purposes of coming out this time is to let the recruits experience a real battlefield and the feeling of a Japanese soldier inserting a bayonet into his heart.

When they go to the battlefield next time, these recruits will not be timid when facing the Japanese!

"yes!"

After Wang Xikui and Meng Fugui replied, they walked out of the yard.

Later, Wei Dayong said to Liu Dali again: "Old Liu, take a company to put out the fire. The villagers' property can be saved as much as they can."

"Okay!" Liu Dali said: "The villagers will definitely not be able to stay in this place like Yaojiayu. The Japanese will definitely come to take revenge!"

"Then move them all to the hinterland of the base!" Wei Dayong said.

Liu Dali nodded: "This is the only way!"

After finishing speaking, Liu Dali went out and took a company to put out the fire.

"Report to the battalion commander!"

As soon as Wei Dayong stepped out of the courtyard door, Second Company Commander Meng Fugui ran over and said to Wei Dayong: "We caught three living Japanese. They should have been knocked unconscious by mortars. Now they are awake!"

Wei Dayong frowned: "Meng Fugui, you want to bother me with this trivial matter?"

Meng Fugui felt something in his heart and asked cautiously: "Battalion Commander, should I kill him or escort him back to the independent regiment?"

Looking at the corpses of ordinary people on the ground in front of him, Wei Dayong's eyes flashed with a stern look, and he said angrily: "Take me there!"

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