Chapter 1873 Big Lift!

Many soldiers have different reactions when seeing the enemy.

Some will be nervous when seeing many enemies, especially when there are few of them, such as new recruits.

Some will be very rational when seeing many enemies, and they are not slow in their hands, and they are all veterans, such as Shang Zhen.

Wu Ziqi now saw dozens of Japanese devils, and his reaction was excitement!

He did not ask one of the two brothers of the old Fan family to go back and inform the Eighth Route Army that the Japanese devils did not come from the north, but from the west that you can't see.

His first thought when he saw the Japanese army was that he would have a good time this time!

He subconsciously touched the gun, but then thought, if there were grenades or hand grenades now, it would be great.

But he knew that he and the two brothers Fan Tongzuo and Fan Tongwu had no grenades.

When cleaning the battlefield before, there were grenades hanging among the puppet soldiers, but unfortunately, those grenades are now in the hands of the Eighth Route Army, and it is too late to get them again!

Give the devils a burst of fire by yourself? Gobang thought.

But he suddenly realized something, and when he turned his head and saw the young man holding the big pole in his hand, his eyes lit up!

"The little devils are coming, hurry up and bring the big pole!" Wuziqi whispered.

When the young man heard what Wuziqi said, his hands shook involuntarily.

He and his father were guarding their own home, so of course they were not preparing to fight the Northeast Army, but they were really preparing to fight the Japanese army!

Now when he heard that the Japanese army was actually coming, his mind was blank, so whoever had the idea would be the backbone, and he subconsciously followed Wu Ziqi's order.

Wu Ziqi reached out to catch the big pole, turned around and pressed the barrel of the big open pole on his right shoulder, then raised his hands and tightly grasped the big pole.

"Fat bucket, you come to light the fire, light the powder twist!" Wu Ziqi ordered.

"Now?" Fan Tongzuo was nervous.

"Yes, now! Hurry up, it's too late if you don't light it!" Wu Ziqi urged anxiously.

Since Wu Ziqi only pushed the west window a crack, Fan Tongzuo could not see the Japanese army.

China is poor nowadays, and this small second-floor family can be considered a wealthy family, but they are not rich enough to install glass on their windows, and they are also covered with window paper

Glass windows, for China nowadays, it is not a matter of money, the key is where can you buy them in such a rural area!

Many things used by Chinese nowadays have the word "foreign" in front of them, such as foreign nails, foreign guns, foreign matches, foreign shovels, and foreign pickaxes. If there is really glass, it should be called foreign glass!

When Fan Tongzuo heard Wu Ziqi asking him to light the medicine wick now, he hurriedly touched the foreign matches (matches), and his hands trembled involuntarily.

Fortunately, he rubbed the match on his thigh and it caught fire.

China nowadays does not have the concept of safety matches. As long as the match is rubbed on a dry and relatively hard place, it can catch fire by friction.

"Little brother, hold the back, and when we defeat the Japanese, I'll get you a quick gun!" Wu Ziqi didn't forget to tell the young man.

The young man naturally said "hmm" nervously and honestly.

He also wanted to look outside to see how many Japanese devils came, but he didn't dare.

"Wu Er, the gunpowder wick is lit!" Fan Tongzuo said in a low voice.

Wu Ziqi was a little nervous when he heard Fan Tongzuo say that.

He was not nervous because he was fighting the Japanese, but because he didn't know how long it would take for the gunpowder wick of the big pole to burn.

He had no choice but to move the barrel of the big pole down and turn his head to look.

He watched the already lit gunpowder wick with a burning light point begin to shorten "chi chi".

When he saw that the gunpowder wick was about to burn into the gun, Wu Ziqi quickly grabbed the gun barrel with both hands and turned around, and carried the big pole on his shoulder again.

This time he bent down and stood up, holding the gun barrel tightly with both hands, but pointed the gun at the window paper.

Fortunately, the young man behind him was taller than him, so he could hold the big platform pole tightly and let him shoot down.

Wu Ziqi did not open the window with the window paper, he just estimated the approximate position of the Japanese army, and at this time, not only Wu Ziqi, but also the other people in the room heard the footsteps of the Japanese army's big shoes.

The atmosphere in the room has become very tense, but Wu Ziqi is still excited. What's the tension? It's so happy to fight the devils!

Although he has never used a big lifting pole, it does not prevent him from knowing what kind of weapon it is.

The ammunition fired by this thing is in pieces. God knows how much iron sand is in this big platform pole. Maybe it should be as many as the stars in the sky!

It is a large piece of thing, so why aim too accurately.

The Japanese army knew nothing about the upcoming danger.

They had no idea that a Northeast Army soldier would point a large lifting pole, a weapon that did not require careful aiming and could be fired at just the right time, at them through a window.

So, the next moment, when the vigilant Japanese army was still moving forward, a "bang" sound suddenly came from the second floor of this small second floor!

Because the room was closed, the sound was particularly dull, but the window paper of the window in front of Wu Ziqi was shattered and flew out at this moment.

In the void, countless tiny iron particles, lead particles, and even stones were shot at the Japanese soldiers who were advancing.

And when the Japanese soldiers were shot and began to howl, the window paper that was broken into countless pieces was like fluttering butterflies, and like paper money scattered on the grave, flying all over the sky!

"Hahaha" Wu Ziqi couldn't help laughing. He had never done such a big hand since he fought the devils!

It's fun to fight the devils with this big pole!

According to Wu Ziqi's visual estimation, with this shot, he must hit at least ten or eight Japanese devils.

And this kind of big pole shot out these iron particles and lead ions. After entering the human body, you want to cure it? Haha, just kidding!

Twenty iron particles were shot into your body, you can't dig twenty holes in your body, right?

Besides, who told you that iron particles and lead particles only hit the flesh? What if they hit the lungs? What if they hit the stomach? What if they hit the spleen? What if they hit the intestines?

To say that this big lifting pole is indeed backward, but if it is used well, like now, it is the most efficient weapon in combat!

Of course, Wu Ziqi laughed at this time, but it didn't mean that he forgot to fight.

He threw away the big lifting pole on his shoulder, but when he reached out to touch the gun, he saw a Japanese soldier aiming a rifle at him.

And if it was so, it would be fine, but he also saw a Japanese soldier lying on the ground, reaching out for a grenade!

"No, go downstairs!" Wu Ziqi shouted.