He pulled the trigger and sent a famous Japanese soldier whose hands were stained with the blood of the Chinese people to hell.

Little Shandong, who was almost buried alive by his family's artillery just now, was also in the charge on the left wing. His gray-green military uniform had been dyed gray-black by gunpowder smoke, and his face and body were covered with his own blood, and some who didn't know he was still Japanese.

, at this time, he was like a devil slain from hell.

When he rushed to a big tree that had been blown down by an artillery shell, he saw a group of Japanese troops retreating in front of him on the left. In the smoke, these Japanese soldiers in khaki uniforms looked like gophers.

"Behind the slope at eleven o'clock... grenade!"

Xiao Shandong shouted loudly, and at the same time he pulled off the M24 grenade stuck in his waist, unscrewed the safety cover, pulled the string, and immediately threw it behind the slope in the direction of 11 o'clock. Following Xiao Shandong's shouts, more than a dozen people

A grenade was thrown over, and the explosion suddenly resounded in the communication trench.

Several non-commissioned officers armed with submachine guns also rushed over with MP40 submachine guns and fired at the target indiscriminately. The Japanese soldiers who were caught off guard under the dense rain of bullets fell in pieces amidst the screams.

"Ha ha……"

Little Shandong laughed heartily. He followed his parents to flee from Shandong and came to Liantai County three years ago.

A family of five lived in a shack in the county town, living a life without a meal. The two younger siblings were often starved to the point of crying.

A few days ago, I heard that the Liantai Militia was recruiting soldiers, and that both the military salary and the accommodation allowance were quite generous. He, who was already quite tall, had the idea of ​​becoming a soldier.
Chapter completed!