After about ten minutes of shelling, heavy machine guns were shot in densely.

After shaking off the mud and messy things covering his body, Zhang Junhao quickly climbed along the bottom of the rock to a place to observe. This saw Zhang Junhao was shocked, and many Japanese were rushing towards him from multiple directions.

Although Zhang Junhao's brain is not enough, he doesn't have to think about it clearly in the face of this situation. Unless he has an automatic weapon, he has no way to shoot the Japanese army rushing over in multiple directions at the same time with the 38th cover in his hand.

Zhang Junhao thought he had no need to stay where he died. The purpose of attracting the Japanese had been achieved, and he had already won time and space for Captain Li and his friends to retreat. Those who knew the affairs were heroes, and they had to retreat immediately when it was time to retreat.

Without saying a word, Zhang Junhao stuffed the remaining grenade into his pocket, grabbed a bullet box with his left hand, held a gun in his right hand, and ran quickly into the depths of the bushes.

Grenades are too precious and putting them in their pockets has a great negative impact on running, but Zhang Junhao will not throw them away unless he has to.

After running for about two hundred meters, Zhang Junhao leaned on a big tree and pressed his hands on his knees and gasped violently. The run was too fierce and his breathing was very urgent. He had to take a short rest before he could continue running.

Zhang Junhao was ambushing and shooting at the place where he shot, and the sound of grenade explosions and the dense sound of gunfire were heard one after another.

Zhang Junhao hid behind the big tree and observed carefully. There was a vague figure moving between the bushes.

Zhang Junhao Ping raised the 38th hood and wanted to destroy a few more Japanese. The environment was too complicated and there were too many blocking objects, so he had no chance to aim.

Zhang Junhao thought to himself, in order for Corps Li and his team to have more time to evacuate, can they lead the Japanese to a distance?

Zhang Junhao raised the muzzle and pulled the plate machine. After a "bang", he held the gun in both hands, ran up the mountain.

Run and run, and after more than an hour, I ran into the deep mountains.

There was no need to look back, and Zhang Junhao knew that there were no Japanese chasing him.

After Zhang Junhao climbed over a low hill, he sat under a towering tree to rest. The sky started to rain again, and Zhang Junhao felt cold and hungry.

Because there is no sun, Zhang Junhao cannot judge the time.

Zhang Junhao searched around, hoping to find smoke from cooking, and could go to the farm to ask for some food and make some hot water to drink.

The sky is gray and within the sight, there is smoke in the cooking place without any task.

Once you arrive at a safe place, your body and mind will relax, and your hunger will be felt in front of you and your heart will be in the back. Zhang Junhao feels particularly uncomfortable, and even suddenly feels weak in your legs and eyelids are fighting. He really wants to take a hot bath, have a big meal, and then lie in the warm quilt and have a good sleep.

Zhang Junhao looked up at the tree and saw that some of the trees had flowers hanging on the branches.

It is late spring now, and there is no edible wild fruit. Zhang Junhao gave up looking for wild fruits on the trees and lowered his head to find something to eat on the ground.

Zhang Junhao pushed away the rotten grass at the roots of the tree and found that there were mushrooms to eat. Looking at the delicious mushrooms, Zhang Junhao sighed softly. Mushrooms cannot be eaten raw. If they are eaten raw, they are seeking death.

No matter how hungry you are, you can't eat mushrooms raw. Zhang Junhao's mind is very clear. In order to resist the temptation of mushrooms, he quickly left.

Zhang Junhao searched the ground for a while and suddenly found a fallen dead tree with thick studs and full of boreholes. His intuition told him that food could be found in the dead tree.

Zhang Junhao untied the bayonet on his gun and chiseled the dead tree. He found that there were a lot of fat in the dead tree, all of which were white worms. He immediately picked up the worms, opened his mouth, and threw them into his mouth.

Most people dare not eat this kind of insects raw after being beaten to death, but Zhang Junhao naturally started eating it raw. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it, as if he had eaten this kind of insects frequently, thinking that these white worms were natural and excellent proteins.

After eating all the white worms in the dead tree, Zhang Junhao felt something in his stomach and felt much more comfortable all over.

Zhang Junhao hung the bayonet upside down on the gun, on the shoulder of the gun, grabbed the belt on the gun with his right hand, and grabbed the bullet box while stabilizing the gun body, holding the grenade with his left hand, and continuing to rush.

Zhang Junhao had only one thought at this time, so he quickly found the militia. He wandered around the militia, which made Zhang Junhao feel so lonely.

Zhang Junhao has a natural sense of responsibility. When the old squad leader asked him to escort the US pilot, he thought he had to complete the escort mission. When the old squad leader wanted to take all the militias to the New Fourth Army guerrillas, he thought he had to help the old squad leader complete this mission.

Although Zhang Junhao couldn't figure out what kind of team the New Fourth Army was, he naturally agreed and wanted to become a member of the New Fourth Army like the old squad leader.

Zhang Junhao's memory began in the militia. In today's battle, the memory before the war was extremely vague, and he was in a state of ignorance. Now he suddenly had thoughts and could think about problems. He also had very strong flexibility in his hands and feet, so he could do whatever he wanted. Before the war, Zhang Junhao sometimes had the idea of ​​doing certain movements, but his mind could not control his hands and feet, and felt that his thoughts and body were completely out of touch. Although he could not recall anything before the militia, he did not know where he came from and where he was going, nor did he know why he was like a sharpshooter on the battlefield, and seemed to be able to master the usage of various weapons, Zhang Junhao was still very happy. After all, he thought he was like a real person now.

Zhang Junhao's brain cannot think more, but think further.

Zhang Junhao now had only one idea, so he quickly found the militia and joined the old squad leader and the others to escort the US pilot to a safe place.

Zhang Junhao was thinking while walking quickly north in the mountains.

It is not easy to distinguish the direction in the mountains. Most people will lose their direction in the mountains. Especially in this kind of ghost weather that is constantly raining, it is impossible for the sun to show your face to let you distinguish the direction.

But Zhang Junhao has the ability to distinguish direction. He just needs to look up at the tree and look at the branches to distinguish directions.

In Zhang Junhao's view, the side with lush branches is the southeast, and the side with sparse vegetables is the northwest. The direction he is going to is the northeast. If you walk with lush branches on the side with lush branches, you will definitely not go wrong.

The more I walked, the darker it became. Although the rain stopped, because it was dark, Zhang Junhao's sense of direction became worse and worse. After the sky became completely dark, if he continued to rush, it would be inevitable that he would get lost.

Although Zhang Junhao didn't say anything in a different way, his intuition told him that before dark, he had to find a place to stay, one was to find something to eat, and the other was to drink some hot water.

Only after dawn can we continue to rush.

Let's go!

Suddenly, a long strip of things swept their ears and flew over. Zhang Junhao was shocked, his hair stood up all over his body, and he quickly dodged behind a big tree. An arrow was nailed to the big tree not far behind him. The arrow was embedded in the tree and kept shaking.

Very dangerous!

Zhang Junhao quickly stuffed the bullet box and grenade into his pocket, touched his ear with his right hand. He thought his ear was injured by an arrow, but his ears were itchy but not painful. There was no blood on his hands, so Zhang Junhao was relieved.

Zhang Junhao didn't know who was the one who shot the arrow at him, and why he shot the arrow at him. He was confused and thought that the Japanese devils would not shoot arrows. The Japanese devils would not shoot arrows, so who would shoot arrows?

Zhang Junhao held the gun in both hands, listened with his breath and held his breath.

The woods were gloomy, as if there were archers ambushing everywhere. The rain fell from the trees and fell into Zhang Junhao's neck, and Zhang Junhao didn't move.

The hormones were rising to the extreme and the nerves were very nervous. In such a cold day, Zhang Junhao's palms began to sweat.

If you naively think that you are hiding well, but in fact you are completely exposed to the enemy's attack range, it will become a huge joke. On a battlefield where bullets and cannon fire are like weaving, you are not killed by the Japanese, but are shot to death by an inexplicable man with a bow and arrow in the wilderness, that is really unfair.

Zhang Junhao glanced at the arrows thorned on the tree pole, and speculated that the general orientation of the arrow shooter was on the extension line of the arrow's tail.

Zhang Junhao quickly glanced at the direction of the extension line of the arrow. Twenty meters away, there was a crossbow close to the big tree. Zhang Junhao did not dare to observe carefully, and quickly retracted his head after seeing the crossbow.

Fortunately, I shrank quickly and as soon as my head was retracted, an arrow flew over.

Zhang Junhao immediately jumped out to the left, with his back on the ground. While rolling, he stretched out his gun in his hand, and his sharp eyes searched for the arrowhead. He put his right index finger on the board machine. Once he saw the person who was clear, he pulled the board machine and shot him to death.

Ah? Chinese! A big boy!

The big boy was putting another arrow crossbow on it.

It's so dangerous! If Zhang Junhao's right index finger pulls the trigger, the big boy's chest will definitely be shot.

The moment Zhang Junhao discovered that the person who shot the arrow was a big boy, he let go of his index finger with his right hand. He quickly turned over on the ground, came behind a stone, and lay on the ground.

My waist was hit by a grenade, which hurts so much!

Zhang Junhao touched the grenade out of his pocket and grabbed it in his hand.
Chapter completed!