Chapter Nine Hundred and Fortieth You Goddamn Stealing My Head

"Get down!" Shen Long's sense of aura keenly sensed the danger, and he immediately flew to throw down his comrades beside him, and then a mortar shell landed not far away, and it exploded with a bang, shocking Shen Long's brain Buzzing.

"Good job, scholar! I owe you my life today!" First Battalion Commander Guan Dashan pushed Shen Long away, tilted his head and patted his ears. There was no trace of fear on his face, and even a hint of joy, "Oh , The place where the mortar bomb exploded is quite good, it happens to be on our excavation route, which saves a lot of effort! Scholar, you follow me, and we dig along the bomb crater!"

According to the memory provided by the system, Shen Long’s identity was a patriotic student who defected to the Eighth Route Army, so Li Yunlong nicknamed him Scholar, and his comrades in the independent regiment also started calling him that. He values ​​cultural people very much, and originally planned to arrange for Shen Long to work with political commissar Zhao Gang, but Shen Long insisted on going to the front line.

Now Guan Dashan is rushing ahead of him, in fact, to protect him. In the eyes of the soldiers of the independent regiment, every intellectual in the Eighth Route Army is precious and cannot be sacrificed easily.

Shen Long didn't have time to be moved, he rolled sideways to the bomb crater, picked up the shovel and started digging, the first battalion commander Guan Dashan took a look, "Hey, scholar, you are very good at civil engineering, you can dig well faster than me!"

Of course, I have been farming for such a long time in the world of "Blood Romance", and I have done so much farm work for Gui Xianren for nothing in the world of "Dragon Ball".

"Be careful! Get down, the little devil's plane is coming!" A loud voice came from behind, and Shen Long immediately lay down with Guan Dashan in the hole just dug out, then tilted his head and looked up to the sky, and saw a few small planes The Devil's Zero fighter jets roared past, and under the hillside, the heavy machine guns of the independent regiment weaved a firepower net in the sky, preventing these planes from approaching.

Hey, the Type Zero fighters were obviously only in service in 1940. The first batch of Zero Type fighters entered Hankou at the end of July, and most of them were used in the Pacific battlefield. At this time, the little devil deployed the Zero Type fighters to the North China battlefield. ah.

Before Shen Long finished complaining, he saw a Type Zero passing through the firepower net of the Eighth Route Army and swooping towards the first battalion on Banpo Mountain. Shen Long didn't think too much about it, and snatched the light from the hands of the soldiers next to him. The machine gun aimed at the plane in the sky and pulled the trigger. With the bonus of talent and precision, before a shuttle of bullets was finished, the unlucky Type Zero emitted thick black smoke and fell headlong to the top of the mountain. What a coincidence Unfortunately, it happened to fall in the middle of the circular fortification of the Yamazaki Brigade on the high ground, and there was a huge explosion.

"Scholar! Well done! You flew the plane well!" Guan Dashan jumped up, patted Shen Long's shoulder vigorously and praised loudly, "Not only did you shoot down the plane, but you also blew up the little devil's fortifications. Let's hurry up and continue the civil work!"

"Scholar! The plane flew beautifully!" The surrounding Eighth Route Army also praised Shen Long,

Even the machine gunner who snatched the light machine gun from him said, "If I had known about me, I would have let you use it!"

"Hey, who hit this? I'll reward him with two catties of burning knives when I get down!" Li Yunlong at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. The intensity of artillery fire has dropped significantly, and the First Battalion took advantage of this opportunity to dig a lot further.

Then, under the command of Li Yunlong, the mortar battalion of the Eighth Route Army opened fire. Dozens of shells fell from the sky like black crows and fell into the Japanese fortifications. , Hastily launched a suppressive bombardment on the artillery of the Eighth Route Army, and the excavation speed of the first battalion became faster.

The open area in front of the Xiaoguizi circular fortification was quickly eroded, and it was only 30 meters away from the fortification of the Yamazaki Brigade. The Japanese mortars and grenade launchers fired almost vertically. The distance was too close, and the shells released were very likely will fall on itself.

Bah! As a red flare rose into the air, Yamazaki understood that the Eighth Route Army's final attack was about to begin, and the sights of various weapons of the Japanese soldiers were silently aimed ahead.

Shen Long and his comrades in the first battalion did not show their heads in a hurry, but leaned against the tunnel wall, unscrewed the safety cover of the grenade, hooked the fuse on their fingers, listened to the order of the first battalion commander Guan Dashan, and first put the The fuse was pulled, and after waiting for a while, he suddenly leaned out and threw the grenade at the little devil's fortification.

Dense grenades roared, and the sky seemed to fly over a flock of sparrows. At that time, the grenade exploded in the air above the Japanese fortifications. The short and continuous explosions were deafening, and the flying shrapnel whizzed down with the breath of death. The panicked Japanese soldiers could not find a safe corner, and many soldiers were directly hit by several grenades at the same time. , was blown to pieces.

With the release of the last batch of grenades, the commando lying down the slope jumped up. While sprinting, 20 light machine guns fired at the same time, forming a dense fire net. The Japanese military fortifications were beaten up under the dense bullet rain After the explosion, the surviving Japanese soldiers regained their toughness. They howled and fought back without any fear on their faces.

Shen Long ran out of bullets during the charge, and now he started a bayonet fight with the little devil. He stabbed left and right, and the little devil kept falling as he passed. No one could slow him down.

"Baga! Road!" A short, bow-legged, sturdy devil officer with a neck as thick as his head stopped in front of Shen Long, holding a shiny saber in both hands. The chrysanthemum pattern made of gold, which symbolizes the Japanese royal family, is shining brightly in the autumn sun.

"Yamazaki?" Shen Long asked in Japanese, needless to say that what the other party was holding must be his family heirloom, the chrysanthemum saber bestowed by Emperor Meiji.

The other party nodded, and then let out a cry like a pig being slaughtered, and rushed towards Shen Long's pig, the saber slashed head-on; the battlefield was different from other places, where one-hit kills were important, and Shen Long didn't have time to fight him slowly. The saber did not dodge or dodge, but instead rushed forward, the bayonet pointed directly at Yamazaki's chest.

This time it was up to who was faster, Yamazaki was obviously not Shen Long's opponent, his saber was more than ten centimeters away from Shen Long's head, and Shen Long's bayonet had already pierced into his chest.

After stabbing and pulling out suddenly, a gust of blood spurted out, and Yamazaki fell to the ground unwillingly. Shen Long was about to lower his head to pick up Yamazaki's saber, but he heard a shout from behind, "Where is the old devil Yamazaki? I Li Yunlong is looking for you!"

Okay, am I stealing Li Yunlong's head?