Volume 2 Chapter 26

  Before Wang Ermao's head cleared up, another scorching bullet whizzed past his face, hitting the head of another machine gunner behind him. The bullet entered through the eyes of that fake soldier, and a face that was still somewhat recognizable suddenly became hideous. That machine gunner fell backwards with a straight body, splashing brain and blood everywhere, covering Wang Ermao's face as he turned to look, turning his numb face into a blooming flower face.

  Suddenly, even Wang Ermazi was startled and quickly lay down on the ground.

  Huang Hua and Wu Congyu, the two sharpshooters, were very quick. As soon as Li Bin shouted "Fire!", they immediately fired their guns one after another, killing two puppet army machine gunners with a single shot each.

  Li Bin raised his water droplet rifle, aiming at a fake army company commander who was wearing a holster and looking around in panic. He gently pulled the trigger, and a crisp gunshot rang out. The fake army company commander immediately turned into a corpse with only half of his head left.

  "Big traitor" Xiao Bo's reaction speed was not slow, after all, he could be favored by Zhang Haitian as his godson, and his kung fu was indeed good. He pulled the trigger of the machine gun, and a long tongue of flame spewed out from the Czech-style machine gun. In an instant, one magazine of bullets was emptied, and the pseudo-soldiers on the opposite side who were still trying to get down were swept away by the machine gun, with seventeen or eighteen of them falling to the ground. The pseudo-military formation that had just been barely intact suddenly had a big gap in the middle, as if it had been shaved like a yin-yang head.

  "Clip!!" Xiao Bo shouted loudly.

  Liu Linhua handed over the magazine on the side, and with her other hand, she pinched "Gu Zhé" hard: "The lady is in a rage! Why are you shouting so loudly!"

  Xiao Bo winced in pain and smiled wryly as he reloaded his magazine. At this time, the fake soldiers were all lying on the ground, and he no longer wasted bullets, but instead lightly pulled the trigger with short bursts of fire, specifically targeting those who lifted their heads higher or had their buttocks raised higher.

  Li Bin led Huang Hua and Wu Congyu, the three sharpshooters shot accurately. The two Czech-style machine guns of the puppet army were stuck and not a single bullet could be fired. As soon as someone's hand reached for the machine gun, they would immediately be hit by a bullet in the head.

  If it were the Japanese army, there would be more than a dozen corpses piled up next to the machine guns, and they would still go to operate the machine guns to fire. But these guys are a group of puppet troops, a group of cowardly and fearful puppet troops with little combat effectiveness. Seeing five or six brothers being shot dead next to the machine gun, who dares to stretch out their hands to touch those two machine guns?

  In coordination with Xiao Bo's three riflemen, they fired bullets one by one. With Xiao Bo's precise shooting, the fake soldiers lying on the ground didn't dare to lift their heads. Some people buried their heads too low and ended up with "flowers" blooming on their raised buttocks.

  Li Bin, Huang Hua and Wu Congyu's shooting made those pseudo-soldiers who even showed a little of their heads immediately become corpses.

  Xiao Bo turned around and fired another clip, making Liu Linhua's heart ache as she shouted: "Save some! Bullets aren't cheap! We still need to save them to sell for money!"

  Wearing a harmless smile, Xiao Bo pulled out the empty magazine and took a new one from Liu Linhua's hand. He smiled and said: "What are you afraid of? Later, we'll just ask Li brother for the bullet money!"

  Although Li Bin was not very far from Xiao Bo, the gunfire was too loud and he did not hear this sentence. Otherwise, Li Bin would have been so angry that he would have fainted.

  These pseudo-armies were pressed to the ground and couldn't even lift their heads. This time, not to mention Xiao Bo, even Li Bin felt that fighting these pseudo-armies was too easy, so easy that it was almost unbelievable.

  However, Wang Ermazi's side was in a state of painful torment, they didn't even have the strength to fight back, and could only lie on the ground being beaten, and if they stuck out their head a little, they would lose their life, and if they stuck out their butt a little, they would be shot. This kind of psychological pressure was not something that these fake soldiers could bear.

  In fact, most of these so-called "Northeast Self-Defense Army" are just some local rascals and hoodlums, as well as some refugees and farmers' sons who were deceived into joining the army. Who among them would be willing to risk their lives for the devils? Except for that Wang Ermazi who treated the "Imperial Army" and "Taikun" like his own father.

  The pseudo-army, which had already collapsed psychologically, could no longer bear it. At this time, someone shouted: "Brothers, run quickly!"

  As soon as they heard this, those fake soldiers jumped up one after another, completely disregarding Wang Ermao who was scolding them desperately. They ran with their legs wide open, faster than rabbits. Some people's shoes fell off, and some even threw away their guns.

  Xiao Bai shouted again after firing an empty magazine: "What a pity! If only this burst, tsk tsk!"

  Liu Linhua, who was caught off guard by the sudden escape of the fake army, quickly reacted and handed over a magazine. Xiao Bo changed the magazine at the fastest speed, but unfortunately it was no longer his turn to eat. Because those nine handgunners saw the fake army escaping, they all jumped out from behind the trees, their Mauser handguns flashing with firelight, and the crisp sound of "pa pa pa" gunfire, wherever the bullets went, one by one The fleeing fake soldiers' backs sprayed blood flowers, and they fell to the ground one after another.

  The fake army was already scared out of their wits and didn't dare turn their heads to see how many people were behind them. They just kept running desperately forward, as long as they ran faster than their own people, that was "victory".

  Unfortunately, Li Bin had no intention of letting these pseudo-armies go. He had arranged for Chen Gang to lead five men armed with flower-shaped submachine guns to jump out from the middle of the road. The six burly men appeared in front of the pseudo-army like mighty mountain gods. First, a row of hand grenades flew over and accurately landed among the crowd, exploding on impact.

  Flames flickered, and with several consecutive explosions, more than 20 pseudo-soldiers fell in the smoke. Immediately afterwards, six MP18 submachine guns spat out six tongues of fire, weaving a deadly web of flames that knocked down those pseudo-soldiers who were fleeing on foot like weeds.

  Li Bin behind also jumped up, he stuffed the water droplet rifle into Huang Hua's hand, then pulled out the 92-style pistol and chased after the direction of the pseudo-army's escape.

  The pseudo-army soldiers, who were attacked from both front and back, saw that they could not escape by running and could not win by fighting. They had only one last resort left, which was to kneel down on the ground, raise their hands high and shout loudly: "Stop hitting! Good guys stop hitting! We surrender!"

  Chen Gang still wanted to shoot at the fake soldiers who were kneeling on the ground and surrendering, but was stopped by Li Bin who arrived in time: "They are also Chinese people, save some bullets to kill the devils!"

  "Do they deserve to be Chinese? They are a bunch of traitors!" Chen Gang shouted angrily.

  Li Bin smiled and said: "I have a way to deal with them!"

  After finishing speaking, he walked into the crowd of fake soldiers, grabbed Wang Ermao who had already been scared to pee his pants, and threw him in front of Chen Gang: "Look, this is the leader of the fake soldiers!" While speaking, his pistol was still pressed against Wang Ermao's head.

  Scared out of his wits, Wang Ermao kowtowed repeatedly: "Good fellow, spare my life! I have an elderly mother at home and young children who are still dependent on me for support!"

  "I won't kill you! You must do as I say!" Li Bin kicked Wang Ermao and shouted.

  Wang Ermao knocked his head as if pecking at rice like a chicken: "As long as the good fellow doesn't kill me, I'll do whatever he wants!"

  "Alright! From now on, I need you to help me out, and you must be at my beck and call!" Li Bin said.

  "No problem! No problem!" Wang Ermao kowtowed repeatedly.

  Li Bin smiled, asked Xiao Bo for paper and pen, wrote a few words "brush brush" after that, then handed the paper and pen to Wang Er Ma Zi: "Sign on it!"

  Wang Ermazi took a look, his face turned pale with fright: all he saw was the three big characters "Oath of Loyalty" written on top. Below it was written: "I, Wang Ermazi, swear to be loyal to the Anti-Japanese Righteous and Brave Army!"

  "Good fellow, isn't this taking my life? If the prince finds out, I..." Before he could finish speaking, Wang Ermao's face was slapped with a loud "slap", and all that could be heard was Li Bin's furious roar: "What prince?! It's the devil!"

  "Yes, yes, it's the devils! But can I sign this? This will be the death of my whole family!" Wang Ermazi's pale face dripped with big beads of sweat.

  "Don't worry, as long as you don't betray us, this letter of loyalty will never fall into the hands of the devils!" Li Bin said with a cold smile.

  The helpless Wang Er's hand trembled as he signed his name on it.

  Then, Li Bin ordered people to clean up the battlefield as quickly as possible and release Wang Ermazi and more than 60 wounded and unwounded puppet soldiers. Although they brought back their guns, the bullets in the guns and the hand grenades on them were left by Li Bin. Of course, the guns, bullets, hand grenades and two Czech-style machine guns on the bodies of more than 40 dead people all became Li Bin's spoils of war.

  After sweeping the battlefield for three minutes, Li Bin said to Xiao Bo: "Xiao brother, we should retreat! Otherwise, the enemy will wrap us up like dumplings!"

  But then Xiao Bo smiled slightly: "Brother Li, don't worry." As he spoke, he pointed his hand towards the back: "Look, we've brought our horses!"

  Behind the forest, a man was driving more than twenty horses towards this direction.