Bright Sword: I built Italian cannons for Li Yunlong

At this moment, Zhou Zhen naturally understood Zhang Dabiao's meaning, but at this time, how could he only care about his own safety?

"I already knew how to shoot, so I can protect myself."

"Da Biao, don't worry, the enemy's shells won't hit me."

"God sent me here to make you even more powerful weapons. I won't die until this mission is completed."

Zhang Dabiao nodded.

"Li Lao Er! Xiao Liu! You two better protect Consultant Zhou."

"Yes, Battalion Commander!"

Zhang Dabiao was still worried about Zhou Zhen's safety, so he left two people to protect Zhou Zhen closely.

"Second Company, follow me, stay hidden."

Under the cover of friendly machine gun fire, Zhang Dabiao quickly moved to the front of the battlefield.

As Zhang Dabiao had predicted, after briefly suppressing the enemy's firepower, the Japanese turned their cannons and attacked Zhou Zhen's machine gun position.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Several shells landed right where Zhou Zhen and his men had just hidden.

Zhou Zhen was also terrified when he saw this, but fortunately, the second company commander also had rich combat experience.

He directed the machine gun positions to be moved early on.

However, this also made Zhou Zhen fully understand a principle: although Molotov cocktails are quite powerful, they are no match for artillery due to the lack of distance advantage.

On the battlefield, artillery is still king.

Fortunately, the Japanese were not engaged in regular combat this time, so they did not bring more grenade launchers and mortars.

Due to the disadvantage in numbers, they ultimately had to focus on one thing while neglecting another.

Upon seeing Zhou Zhen appear, Kong Jie was worried about his safety. In addition, he understood Zhang Dabiao's tactical intentions and also began to launch an attack in tacit agreement.

With the machine gun fire of their own side pinning them down, their numerical advantage finally became apparent.

As the distance between the two sides gradually closed, Kong Jie and Zhang Dabiao were able to clearly see the faces of the Japanese machine gunners.

They stopped behind cover near the enemy, lit Molotov cocktails one after another, and threw the burning pottery jars with all their might toward the machine gun emplacement behind the stone mill at the village entrance.

The earthenware pot tumbled in the air, tracing a famous arc.

Time seemed to slow down.

The Japanese soldiers spotted the suddenly appearing thrower and turned several gun barrels around.

But it's too late.

"Clang—!"

The pottery jar struck the edge of the stone mill precisely and shattered!

next moment.

"boom!"

The scorching flames, like erupting lava, instantly engulfed the machine gun emplacements behind the stone mill.

"Ah! Fire!" The Japanese soldier's agonizing scream rang out instantly.

The arrogant Japanese officer, who was not far away, was also covered in the splattered gelatinous lava.

"Baka! Get it off!" he cried out in alarm, but the flames clung to him like maggots, burning ever brighter the more he patted them.

He screamed and rolled on the ground like a writhing maggot.

The sizzling sound of burning flesh and the agonizing, inhuman screams turned all the Japanese soldiers nearby pale.

And this is just the beginning.

Almost at the same time Zhang Dabiao threw the first canister, more Molotov cocktails were thrown out.

Since the Japanese soldiers mostly used houses as cover, the room became their own grave the moment the Molotov cocktail exploded.

"Bang! Crack!"

"boom--"

"No! No, ah!"

Flames erupted one after another on the core Japanese positions, and the doors and windows of a brick building that served as a command post were covered with molten lava.

The Japanese soldiers inside screamed and tried to rush out, but were blocked by the flames flowing through the doorway and soon fell silent.

Another grenade launcher team was covered by the splashing incendiary material, and several men were instantly turned into screaming fireballs, but the subsequent secondary explosion actually gave them a huge advantage.

"Demons! This is the demonic fire of China!" a Japanese soldier shouted in a state of mental collapse.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" The remaining morale of the Japanese soldiers completely collapsed.

"Drip-drip-drip-drip-drip-"

The stirring bugle call pierced the sky at that moment.

"Kill them!"

"To avenge my fellow villagers."

The Eighth Route Army soldiers, who had been holding back their anger for so long, roared and leaped out from behind their bunkers, rushing towards the Japanese troops who had lost their will to fight and were in complete disarray.

Bayonets clashed, blood splattered.

At this moment, the Eighth Route Army soldiers had flames of revenge burning in their eyes, and their momentum was unstoppable.

"I surrender! You cannot kill prisoners."

"I surrender!"

The traitorous translator among the Japanese soldiers shouted with all his might, like a drowning person trying to grasp at a last straw.

Although the Japanese soldiers couldn't understand what the translator was saying, they understood from the other side's actions and raised their hands, trying to save their lives by surrendering.

After all, they had heard that the Eighth Route Army treated prisoners of war well.

As expected, the Eighth Route Army soldiers who rushed in saw this scene and, although they were angry, they all stopped firing.

After disarming them, the prisoners were gathered together and awaited further instructions from their superiors.

The remaining traitors and Japanese soldiers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the Eighth Route Army had stopped shooting at them.

The traitorous translator, in particular, was extremely pleased with his own cleverness.

Kong Jie and Zhang Dabiao were also somewhat troubled by this scene. They wished they could execute these people right now, but military discipline prevented them from doing so.

However, they did not intend to let these people go so easily, but with so many soldiers present, it was not appropriate to just shoot them all at once.

Zhou Zhen walked down the hillside under the protection of the guards.

Looking at the still-burning flames on the Japanese soldiers' corpses on the ground, his face showed no pleasure, only a cold calm.

This is war, a life-or-death struggle.

Looking at the situation in the yard, and then at the disgusted looks Kong Jie and Zhang Dabiao gave him, as if they were looking at excrement, he instantly understood what was going on.

When the traitor saw Zhou Zhen, he assumed he was an officer of the Eighth Route Army, so he hurriedly said, "Sir, I am a prisoner of war. The murderers are these damned Japanese devils. I was also coerced."

"Your army promised to treat prisoners of war well. I promise to reform myself properly. Please, sir, give me a chance to live."

Zhou Zhen, however, had a warm and gentle expression on his face.

"The Eighth Route Army soldiers are definitely true to their word and keep their promises. As long as you reform yourselves properly, the Eighth Route Army will naturally treat you well."

Upon hearing this, the traitor instantly became delighted, and the smile in his eyes, though he tried his best to suppress, could not be concealed.

At that moment, however, he did not notice that Zhou Zhen only mentioned "Eighth Route Army" but not "me".

Kong Jie and Zhang Dabiao wanted to say something, but Zhou Zhen stopped them with a look.

"Let's collect the remains of our fallen comrades and villagers first, and we'll talk about other things later," Zhou Zhen said.

But as he passed by their ears, he said in a voice only they could hear, "Unfortunately, I am not yet a member of the Eighth Route Army."