The lonely mountains, the desolate yellow land "The bleak grass sways gently in the spring wind. After thousands of years of wind and rain, cracks break on the surface. The Great Wall on the mountain edges in the distance stands alone in the mountains, winding and tenaciously extending into the distance. In the lonely mountains, the long roar of wild wolves occasionally comes, telling the pedestrians in the mountains that this place is not so quiet and peaceful.

Morishita walked carefully in the grass, stopped from time to time to listen to the movements around him, and then continued to move forward, twenty or thirty meters behind him, Master Teramoto and his friends followed him.

Herben looked at Teramoto. They had been walking for three days. In three days, they met two scattered soldiers one after another. There were no officers among them. Teramoto was the only officer among them. The joining of these two scattered soldiers allowed their troops to expand to fourteen. The result of the scattered soldiers' joining, the troops had different ways and diverted their paths. Otherwise, they would rather split up their paths and scattered. Even if Teramoto took out his identity as an officer, they could not change their decision. In the end, Teramoto had to accept their opinions. The troops changed their route northward, crossed the Great Wall, crossed the southern foot of Yunwu Mountain, and entered Manchuria.

The number of people increased, but the ammunition did not increase much. There were no machine guns, eight rifles, one pistol, one grenade, two bayonets, two bullets changed from two to six, and two others. It turned out to be artillery soldiers, and there was nothing on their hands. Three of the fourteen people were slightly injured. In fact, each of them was more or less injured, but the injuries of these three people were slightly important and they had to change their medicine every day.

Morishita suddenly stopped and lay on the ground and listened for a while. Before he could stand up, "a few gunshots came from the other side of the mountain." Morishita fell down immediately. After a while, a few more gunshots came. Monishita looked up around and looked around. He did not see the bullets shot out. The herbal cat's waist ran up from behind.

The two exchanged their eyes and concluded that gunfire came from the other side of the mountain next to them. Herbs waved to Teramoto behind them, and then quietly climbed up the mountain with Morishita.

The mountains outside the border are desolate but not rugged and difficult to walk. Herbs and forests quickly climb up the edge of the mountain and hide behind a rock. "Looking at the bottom of the mountain, there is a valley road below. More than a dozen horses have plowed a large cloud of dust. The knights on the horse are excited and arrogant, and keep firing at the sky. The sabers are shining and slashing down from time to time.

A thunderous explosion sounded from the entrance of the valley. More than twenty horses rushed over. The knights who arrived first, who were excited to create dust came quietly and immediately scattered.

When the Herben heard something behind him, he turned around and saw that the Semoto had come up. "He lay silently beside him, and the smoke gradually dissipated. The Herben heard the Semoto curse in a low voice: "Bastard! Eight squares!"

At this time, Herben and Morishita had already seen it clearly. In the middle were three Japanese soldiers supporting each other. One of the three was obviously injured, and he was holding a rifle. "I glanced at the cavalry surrounding them in fear.

The three of them stood back to back, and the leader kept shouting to the cavalry. The grass couldn't hear what he was shouting, but the meaning of the prayer was clearly heard from his panic tone.

"Oh!" Someone suddenly shouted among the knights behind. The cavalry also echoed, and a horse rang out from the group of knights. The horse knight danced his lasso. When there were two battles left before the three Japanese soldiers who were surrounded in the middle, they threw out the lasso. The lasso was accurately placed on the body of the Japanese soldiers. The horse's hooves rang. Then the Japanese soldiers were caught off guard and were dragged to the ground.

The knight stood on the horse, and the herb clearly recognized it. It was a face of an ancient man. He knew what was going to happen next. He raised his gun impulsively and aimed at the knight who was cheering loudly. Teramoto heard the sound of the bolt pulling beside him, and reached out to press the gun over. "You are crazy! We only have six bullets!" Teramoto used his hand and lay on the grass itself, his tone was rapid and stern.

The herb cursed, tears flowed down her cheeks to the dirty military uniform. The horse ran along the mountain road. The soldiers being dragged began to make cursing sounds. As time passed, the sound gradually became smaller, until there was no silence at all. The horse stopped, and the remaining two soldiers rushed over. The knights did not stop them. They stared at them with cat-playing mice.

The two soldiers ran to the soldier and squatted down. The soldiers had blood bubbles in their mouths and their backs were ground to pieces on the hard rocks. The last few dozen meters were covered in blood and flesh, and there were minced meat hanging on the stones.

"Bastard! Bastard!" A soldier rushed towards the knight frantically and waved the bayonet in his hand. The knight was unmoved. He just gently pulled the horse back and avoided the bayonet. A horse rushed over from the side, and the knight immediately let out a whip. The horse whip was swung down, and the horse whip briskly left a whip mark on the soldier's face. The soldier was led by the whip and turned around on the ground several times.

As soon as the soldiers stood firm, another horse rushed over again, and the soldiers turned around on the ground twice. Next, the knights were like children on the streets of Peking. As soon as the soldiers were about to stand firm, someone came to whip. Just as they were about to stop, someone came to whip. After more than a dozen people passed, the soldiers collapsed on the ground, and the bayonet was thrown to where they were thrown.

A knight in a black cloak urged the horse to walk slowly over, and the horse's hooves walked towards the soldier step by step. Then he stepped on it, and the soldier let out a sharp scream. The knight walked over without any movement. After walking over, the knight turned his horse's head and walked past the soldier again. The soldier let out a miserable scream.

"Bastard! Bagut! Yagyaru!" The only remaining wounded soldier raised his gun and rushed over. Before he could rush a few steps, the sword flashed and the soldier fell down screaming. Herbs and Teramoto saw clearly that an arm flew into the air, and the soldier screamed and rolled on the ground.

Herbs dared not look at her. He retracted his head and lay under the rock. He was powerless to curse. He had no idea about it anymore. He sat in the depression, his head buried between his arms, and his shoulders trembled in fear.

"It's cruel, is it?" Herb looked up and saw a bearded veteran. This veteran was a sergeant named Kondo. According to him, he had been in the army for seven years and was injured three times. He had participated in many battles, including the earliest Battle of Songhu.

Kondo did not look up but kept wiping the bayonet in his hand. He had the most ammunition among them, with two bullets and one grenade. Teramoto once wanted to collect his grenade, but he firmly refused.

"We are more cruel than them." Kondo seemed to be enlightening herbs, and seemed to be talking to himself: "You must remember not to fall into the hands of the Fengguo people. If you really can't escape, let Qianqian give yourself a knife or pull the last grenade."

"What are you talking nonsense?" Teramoto took out the style of an officer and scolded him.

"Am I talking nonsense?" Kondo looked up at Teramoto. When Herb saw his gaze, she couldn't help but chill in her heart. It was a desperate gaze full of despair, a fierce gaze, like a desperate beast.

Teramoto did not refute anymore, but sat silently on the side. He had also participated in many battles and swept the anti-Japanese bases behind enemy lines, and he had seen many things that were more cruel than the other side of the mountain. He now understood why Kondo refused to hand over the grenade to him, which was left for himself, and left behind in order to escape the revenge of the Chinese.

"We can't return to Japan alive. I fought for seven years and killed countless men." Kondo's voice was hollow, just like this mountain, bare: "There are countless comrades around me falling down, so I never thought I could return to Japan alive."

Herb was stunned. After a while, she realized that no matter whether they were walking back to Manchukuo or not, they could only be killed and thrown on the mountain road like Sanjinji himself at the foot of the mountain, becoming food for wild dogs. If they returned to Manchukuo, they would be incorporated into a new division and join the battle again.

"Why do we fight this war?" Herb murmured to himself. He looked helplessly at the white clouds floating in the sky. The white clouds hung on the blue sky, one by one, some like galloping horses, some like flying eagles, some like quiet sheep, and a flock of lambs surrounding it. He seemed to have returned to his hometown, chopping wood among the dense forests and fishing in the stream, life was so quiet and peaceful.

No one answered the herb's question, and Teramoto was silent. Everyone sat there blankly, thinking about their own thoughts silently, allowing time to flow quietly, and two gunshots woke them up. Teramoto climbed up again and slipped down after a while.

"They're leaving"

But no one moved, and no one asked about the three soldiers' situation. The sky gradually became dark. Kondo suddenly said, "I am over thirty years old, you are still young. If, if, if, you encounter the GC army, you will surrender. Don't worry about the empire, it's just a lie to deceive the ghost."

If it were a month ago or more than ten days ago, Teramoto would slap him dozens of times and then send him to the military court; these little men from Herb Mori would also severely scold Kondo's words. But now, no one speaks, and no one even says anything refuted.

After a long time, Kondo stood up with a gun, climbed up the mountain edge and looked at it, then turned around and said, "They are leaving, let's go down and take a look.

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The three soldiers were undoubtedly dead. Teramoto and the others stood in front of the three corpses. The three corpses were bloody and no longer human. Morishita suddenly felt a twitch in his stomach. He ran to the side and retching. Teramoto looked at him and was furious, but just as he was about to speak, he heard Kondo sigh heavily.

"A soldier who has been on the battlefield actually gave up his body when he saw it. This is a child." Kondo's tone was full of regret.

Teramoto could only shake his head helplessly. The people present did not move the three corpses. On the one hand, they didn't know if the bandits would come back. If they came back and saw that the three corpses disappeared, they might be investigated, and then they would be in danger. Secondly, they did not have the strength to dig the hard frozen soil. In a few days, they had to walk dozens of miles of mountain road every day, and the food had to be found. If they didn't find it, there would be no food.

After watching for a while, Teramoto took the soldiers back on the road. They did not dare to move along the mountain road, but climbed over the mountain and continued to move forward in the unknown on the road without road.@.
Chapter completed!