"Stop fighting, let's surrender, surrender." The old bandit knelt on the ground and kowtowed randomly.

"Surrender, surrender." Several other remaining bandits also followed suit and completely collapsed psychologically.

"Sweep the battlefield and prepare to withdraw the team." Wu Ming carried a rifle, carried a box cannon, and walked down the hill.

Several female soldiers followed him down, but some people couldn't stand the stimulation of the broken limbs and short arms all over the ground. Some carefully avoided the bloody pile of dead people, and some covered their mouths tightly, which made Wu Ming frown.

"Don't make this twitchy look." Wu Ming turned around and scolded fiercely, "I stared at it with my eyes wide, put all my weapons and ammunition in order to concentrate. I can't stand this small scene. In the future, fighting with the Japanese will be a hundred times more bloody and cruel than this."

"Bao" Wu Ming raised his hand and shot him, but he ended up being a very serious bandit who could not survive. "If you can't survive like this, you can give him some fun, which is considered a good thing."

"Everything is fast." Wu Ming widened his eyes, supervising them, and kept yelling in his mouth.

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"Comrades, hurry up." Listening to the faint gunshots in front of him, Ma Yuanfang was anxious, waved his shell gun and loudly urged the guerrillas.

The guerrillas exhaled a heavy steam from their mouths and ran forward with all their might.

Zhao Hong was not physically strong and was so tired that she was out of breath. She was almost half-pulled and half-pulled by Zhao Sihai, and could barely keep up with the team.

On the battlefield, the injured bandits and surrendered bandits had been gathered together, looking at Wu Ming and others who were surrounding them with inexplicable horror. The injured bandits also endured the pain and did not dare to speak.

"You guys go home by yourself!" Wu Ming waved his knife and cut off the long rope tied to the women, and waved his hand.

After saying that, he ignored them and walked straight to the remaining bandits, looking up and down with a gloomy face.

"Hero, please let us go!" The old bandit was stared at and begged with a mercy.

Humph, Wu Ming snorted coldly.

"We had no choice but to be forced to be bandits if we really couldn't survive. If there was a way out, who would do this thing to be stabbed by someone!" The old bandit said in tears.

"It's a last resort!" Wu Ming curled his lips disdainfully, "It's a last resort to steal food and survive, killing people and setting fires is a last resort, and it's a last resort to ruining good women. Can you shudder it if you have to?"

"Can you do whatever you want as a Japanese devil?" Wu Ming's eyes showed murderous aura. "There are too many scum among the Chinese. If you don't kill, you won't wake up those bastards like you. Let you go today, and you will do evil again tomorrow."

Wu Ming turned to his head and shouted at his subordinates: "Who hasn't had blood on his hands just now, come here for me."

After hesitating for a moment, four female soldiers stood up with their heads down.

"In the first battle, you were trembling and you couldn't hit the enemy. I don't blame you." Wu Ming walked twice in front of the four female soldiers. "Now I'll give you a chance, go and solve all the disasters."

"I'll fight with you." Seeing that there was no way out, the old bandit screamed in despair and stood up and acted to rush.

"Bang", Wu Ming shot his hand, and the old bandit fell to the ground. The other bandits were angry and stood up and fought to the death.

"What? If you can't do it, don't hang out in the team. You can just leave your own! " Wu Ming blew the smoke from the muzzle and said coldly.

When the four female soldiers heard this, their bodies couldn't help but tremble. When they raised their heads, their eyes became sharp.

Bang, bang, bang, a burst of spears. Some of the female soldiers used short guns, while others used long guns, and shot at the bandits in a burst of spears, screams and curses, and sounded in a whole lot.

After the sound subsided, the surroundings became silent, and blood flowed in the snow, melting the snow, and a bright red area.

"Replenish weapons and ammunition, and withdraw in five minutes." After Wu Ming gave the order, he grabbed the mule that had no ears to ride, and threw two bags of grain and a pig on it.

The guerrillas who rushed over first ran into more than a dozen young women who were running away in panic. They were all scared and said inconsistently. They only listened intermittently and knew that the bandits were attacked and suffered heavy casualties.

Ma Yuanfang frowned and thought for a while, and ordered: "The first team stayed and escorted the villagers back. The second and third teams followed me to see."

"Zhao Hong, stay and go back with them." Zhao Sihai said to Zhao Hong, who was sitting on the ground and gasping.

"No, I'll follow you." Zhao Hong stood up stubbornly, stroked her wet hair on her forehead with her hands, "I have to see what this group of bandits will end up. Besides, it's not far from the front, I can hold on."

Soon, a messy killing field appeared in front of the guerrillas, with bandits everywhere, broken limbs and broken arms, and guns abandoned by Wu Ming and others.

Ma Yuanfang and Zhao Sihai became more and more frightened as they watched. The bandits all died. The scene was particularly bloody. Several guerrilla soldiers with poor psychological qualities were already vomiting when they covered their mouths.

"Where did this team? It was clean and ruthless." Ma Yuanfang held his chin and observed the battlefield carefully.

"Can it be that the bandits of different ties are popular? If they want to destroy the Evil Tiger Village, this bandit is quite large!" Zhao Sihai said smartly from the side.

"No." Zhao Hong shook her head, "If the bandits were in a hurry, why didn't the guns left on the battlefield be taken away? I probably looked at them and there were basically all the long guns, but there were not many short guns."

"Yes, Zhao Hong's analysis was correct." Ma Yuanfang nodded in admiration, "Look at this place, this team is very well-equipped, with at least three machine guns." Ma Yuanfang said, pointing to a pile of bullet shells on the ground.

"According to my observation, the bandits rushed here first, but were suddenly attacked by machine guns and grenades, with heavy casualties." Ma Yuanfang led Zhao Sihai and several others to slowly walk down the small mound and explained with a pointing explanation, "More than 40 bandits here have lost all losses."

"The marksmanship is so amazing." Ma Yuanfang exclaimed as he walked, "From the bounce point, the man should be shooting on the small mound just now." He counted the corpses on the ground while walking, "It's incredible that ten shots were fired in a row, one shot and one life. At such a long distance, such a fast shooting, and it's incredible that he can still shoot so accurately."

"Can it be that several people beat me? It's so amazing to have a person!" Zhao Sihai asked in disbelief.

"You are just not careful." Zhao Hong said with a smile: "Mr. Commander Ma looked at it very carefully on the hill. He counted several snow nests and several lines of footprints, but he didn't look like you."

"Haha, the world has insufficient experience and is not careful in observation. Can you learn slowly?" Ma Yuanfang smiled and waved his hand. "However, it is true that there are not many people in this team, but they are very capable and have strong combat power. It is difficult to distinguish whether it is enemies or friends now, so you must be very careful."

As they said that, they had reached the end of the slaughter of bandits.

"This should have been shot to death, and no one left is left. It's so cruel." Zhao Hong looked at the corpse and said with some helplessness.

"Hey, what is this?" Zhao Hong's sharp eyes were first discovered by the small wooden sign in a pool of blood on the ground.

"There are no more heroes, and the slaughter of the Japanese and destroying pirates is shocked." Zhao Hong became shocked, "How could it be them?"

Ma Yuanfang took the small wooden sign from Zhao Hong, turned it over and looked at it several times, shook his head regretfully, "It seems that they are really them, and they are no longer two people now, at least there are more than a dozen helpers, and they are all good at it."

"They should not go far, should they chase after me?" Zhao Sihai pointed to the mule hoof prints on the ground and asked foolishly.
Chapter completed!