Chapter 1887: Grabbing "Yang Luo'er" (Part 3)

When Zhuanzi raised his head, he saw that the bespectacled translator who was originally sitting on the ground had climbed up from the ground and was running back and forth with a box gun in his right hand, while Guokui was desperately chasing him.

Zhuanzi was shocked to see that the bespectacled translator actually picked up the gun again.

He knew that the 20-shot box gun could fire both bursts and bursts. Now that guy was so close to Guokui, he could knock Guokui down with just one turn!

So Zhuanzi subconsciously knelt on the ground, put the newly seized Type 38 rifle against his shoulder, and aimed at the bespectacled translator.

It was at this time that he realized that after he had just fired a shot at the Japanese soldier next to him, he did not immediately pull the bolt of his old gun to eject the shell and reload the bullet.

As for the gun he seized now, there was no need to repeat this action. The Japanese devil was cautious when he came over, so the bullet must be in the chamber.

It is natural that Zhuanzizi was anxious, but he raised the rifle and pulled the trigger, but the trigger did not move at all! How could the gun fire if the trigger did not move?

Zhuanzi instinctively pulled the trigger again, but the rifle still did not move at all!

What happened? Just at this moment, Zhuanzizi was sweating in his temples!

But almost at the same time, he suddenly heard a "pop" of gunfire in front of him.

He instinctively looked up and saw that the translator with glasses running in front had fallen down, and the guy's box gun also fell to the ground.

At this time, Guokui, who had already caught up with the guy, pounced forward and grabbed the box gun.

Next, Guokui did not even get up, and rolled to the side.

Did Guokui shoot and kill the guy? I didn't see Guokui raising the gun, Zhuangzi was a little confused!

But at this time, Guokui, who had already rolled to the side, shouted: "Zhuanzi, lie down quickly, there are still Japanese devils!"

Zhuanzi instinctively turned his body to one side and lay down.

And the moment he lay down, another gunshot rang out, and a bullet flew past him with a "whoosh"!

"Don't get up, roll to the side of the road!" Zhuanzi, who didn't know what to do, heard Guokui shouting, and then he heard the sound of "bang bang bang", "bang bang bang", "bang bang bang" of the box gun shooting.

Zhuanzi knew that this was Guokui trying to give himself a chance to escape!

So he rolled to the side of the road.

There happened to be a shallow ditch on the side of the road, and he fell in.

There were naturally wormwood in the shallow ditch, but at this time, how could Zhuanzi care about the wormwood piercing his face?

After a while, he heard the short bursts of the box gun, and then there was a "thump" in front of him. When he looked up slightly, he saw Guokui also fell into the shallow ditch.

Just when Zhuanzi was worried about whether Guokui was shot, Guokui happened to look up, and the two looked at each other.

"The good gun I stole can't fire!" Zhuanzi said anxiously.

It's not just his good gun that can't fire, he just threw his old gun next to the Japanese corpse.

He was counting on Guokui to shoot with the box gun.

But then he heard Guokui say: "There are five or six little devils coming over there, I have used up all the bullets in my gun!"

Well, this time they are really brothers who live and die together!

When the two said this, they were dumbfounded.

After all, they are young!

Youth always comes at a price, but some prices can be compensated, and some prices cannot be compensated, such as life.

The two men lay in the shallow ditch beside the road, waiting for the Japanese devils to come, and then they would fight with them, even though they knew that the last fight was just because they didn't give up, and their guns couldn't be used, so they were doomed.

So they heard the sound of gunfire on the road, "bang bang bang", "bang bang bang", "bang", "bang".

But then, something strange happened to them. Just when they wanted to make a last fight, the gunfire continued, but the Japanese army didn't come.

Not only did the Japanese army not come, but after a while, the gunfire stopped!

"What's going on?" This time it was Guokui and Zhuanzi who asked at the same time.

There is another sentence that applies to both of them at this time, which is, who are you asking?

The two of them were equally scared and lay in the shallow ditch beside the road. No one looked up, and who knew what was going on outside.

"Eighty percent of the Japanese devils are standing on top of our heads, pointing bayonets at us!" Zhuanzi, who accepted his fate, didn't look up, and just lay there and said.

After he said that, Guokui, who was about to raise his head to take a look, did not move.

Come to think of it, they were lying here like turtles, and there were Japanese devils holding rifles with shining bayonets right above their heads.

If they didn't raise their heads, they would ignore them. When they raised their heads, they would "poof"!

If they didn't raise their heads, would they be fine?

But their thoughts were too frivolous. After a while, they suddenly heard someone shouting at the other end of the road: "You two, come out quickly, the Japanese devils were killed by our people!"

Huh? Zhuangzi and Guokui looked at each other. This time, neither of them discussed it and jumped up from the shallow ditch without hesitation.

They looked towards the place where the Japanese army had just appeared - that is, the bushes before the road.

And this time, they really saw several Northeast Army soldiers standing there with guns, and the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground were wearing khaki uniforms.

There was nothing to doubt, the Japanese devils were all dead, and the accent of the other party was from the Northeast, so they were from Shang Zhenying! Zhuangzi and Guo Kui were both happy.

The two of them hurriedly got up and ran over. When they got closer, they saw that there were six Northeast Army soldiers standing next to the Japanese corpses, but they were all holding long and short guns.

The long guns were the same Type 38 rifles used by the Japanese devils, and the short guns were all 20-shot box guns!

"Which unit are you from? The Eighth Route Army?" At this time, a man in his 30s who looked like an official asked.

"Report to the commander, we are not the Eighth Route Army, we are the village protection team!" Guo Kui replied quickly.

"From the village protection team? The village protection team is not staying in the town, but coming here?" the officer asked in surprise.

"Report to the commander, we saw that the Japanese had lost the battle, and we want to stop two Japanese from here and grab two good guns!" Guokui continued to answer.

When Guokui said this, not only the man who was talking to him looked at him with admiration, but also the other soldiers who were squatting beside the Japanese corpses looking for trophies, and those who were holding guns and guarding in the distance, all looked at them involuntarily, and their eyes were full of admiration!

"It's true that heroes have always been young! He is much more promising than when I first joined the army!" At this time, another person spoke.

Guokui and Zhuanzi saw that the man was of medium build and looked very ordinary, but his shining eyes and dark and thin face revealed a kind of determination.

"Battalion commander, what were you like when you first joined the army?" Guokui and the other two asked the officer who had just asked them the question.

But then they realized that the plain-looking man who asked them questions was actually the battalion commander!

It turned out that this man was Shang Zhen! We must take a closer look!