"Maojie, I don't know how to live or die." Wu Ming cursed viciously, turned around and ran down the hill.

With the smoke and dust rising from the explosion, more than a dozen puppet troops and four or five Japanese soldiers rushed to the back of Xiaopo and hid in the dead corner of the shooting. Although they did not dare to rush up rashly because they did not understand the situation on this side, it was also a threat to Wu Ming.

"Give me the grenade." Wu Ming ran to Shen Min's hidden place, "I'll go and blow them up."

"Be careful." Shen Min handed the grenade on Wu Ming, and said worriedly, "Or why don't we just withdraw!"

"Wait a little longer." Wu Ming hung Shen Min's and a total of eight grenades on his belt, placed the spear next to Shen Min, and pulled out the shell gun, "Don't worry, my life is hard! Cover me." While saying, he smiled and reached out to touch Shen Min's face, turned around and ran forward with his waist.

Seeing Wu Ming running up, several female soldiers saw Wu Ming's gesture and began to cover and shoot. The bullets hit the top of the slope from time to time, bringing up a small ball of dust, making the enemy behind the slope dare not show their heads easily.

With more than 40 meters away from Xiaopo, Wu Ming stopped, estimated the enemy's position, took off the grenade, set off the rack and threw it out.

"Boom!" The grenade crossed the small slope and flew six or seventy meters, and then fell down and exploded. The enemy's screams immediately came from behind the slope.

Before the terrified enemy could react, four or five small melons with blue smoke flew over one after another, explosions followed by shrapnel flying everywhere, covering almost all the faces that were not large. The Japanese and puppet troops who rushed over finally rushed over were killed and injured.

"Hehehehe." Wu Ming smiled happily and ran back quickly.

"The turtle eats watermelon, rolls, climbs." Wu Ming ran to Shen Min, picked up his sniper rifle, and said with a smile.

"I've never seen you as brave as you." Shen Min said with a smile, "and she laughed so easily."

"Okay, you can hide. I'll go up and see what tricks the Japanese have." Wu Ming hurriedly ran to the small mound again.

There were more than a dozen dead bodies lying across the slope, and two or three injured guys were screaming for help. It seemed that the damage caused to the enemy by the thunderstorm was really considerable.

The Japanese and puppet troops in the distance looked at all this in a daze, and no one dared to rush up to rescue the wounded.

The Japanese reimbursed a squad, and the puppet army also killed and injured more than 30 people. The heavy losses made the Japanese squad leader frown, and talked with another squad leader, discussing the next action, and the battlefield temporarily quieted down.

"Hurry up, speed up." Hearing the fierce gunfire and explosions in the distance, Ma Yuanfang was anxious, "We are the soldiers of the people, let's give our blood and life for the villagers!"

"Chasing, you must catch up." Zhao Sihai also glared at his red eyes, "I'm so hard every day, don't let my legs be weak at this time!"

The guerrillas from the two teams began to run quickly, with a lot of footsteps and heavy breathing sounds. Especially the guerrillas who were in Chen Village had their eyes red and ran forward desperately.

"Taijun." Du Shikun saw that the two old Japanese had discussed for a long time and had no idea, so he couldn't help but come over, "Taijun, I have an idea, maybe I can rush over."

"Ni?" The Japanese squad leader turned his ugly face full of beards and stared at his vicious eyes when he heard the sound.

A traitor translator hurried over to explain. The old Japanese man looked at each other with another squad leader, and the expression on his face calmed down a little, "What's your idea?"

"Taijun, look at the common people." Du Shikun pointed at the villagers who were squatting or sitting behind him, "Let them walk in front to block the gun, our people hide behind him, and maybe they can rush over."

The old devil blinked his eyes and a smile appeared on his face, "Yoxi, your idea is great. Let the Chinese people walk in front and throw the rat weapon, and the best."

"Yes, yes, you are the one who is afraid to cast a rat weapon." Du Shikun did not dare to correct the Japanese's mistakes and nodded and echoed.

Wu Ming frowned tightly and replaced the bullets in the gun with a modified version so that the bullets would not pass through the body and accidentally hurt others.

"What should I do?" His mind turned rapidly, "If this enemy was allowed to rush over smoothly and the Japanese brigade charge forward, he would definitely not be able to stop him from taking care of one thing and another. It seems that he can only retreat for the time being."

He thought in his head, but his hand didn't stop. He aimed carefully and pulled the trigger. The bullet rubbed the body of the common people and accurately hit a Japanese man who was not too tightly hidden.

Four rows, twenty ordinary people were lined up by the Japanese, and more than a dozen puppet troops and four and five Japanese cats walked slowly towards the front behind the people.

Wang Ying glanced carefully and then, sighed slightly. She did not have the ability to respond quickly, fire quickly, and seize the fleeting opportunity for the time being.

When Wu Ming knocked down the fourth enemy, all the enemies finally felt terrible and pressed their bodies tightly behind the people, fearing that they could reveal a little.

"Yo Xi." The Japanese squad leader held up the telescope and looked at him, with an admiration on his face, "The Chinese man, the sharpshooter's work is so great."

"No matter how powerful it is, it can't break my move. Now it's mute." Du Shikun smiled treacherously on his face, and looked proudly at the team ahead getting closer and closer to Xiaopo.

Wu Ming watched the group of people slowly walked up the top of the slope, sighed softly, made a retreat gesture to the female soldiers under the hill, and made a cover sign language to Wang Ying. It seemed that this was the only way.

Seeing several female soldiers moving back quietly, Wu Ming leaned his eyes closer to the scope and prepared to cover it.

Zhao Hong walked silently in front, behind him was a puppet army following her timidly, holding her clothes in her hands.

"I have to find a chance to run!" Zhao Hong was very anxious when he saw the gunshots from the opposite side stopped. "If they were captured by the Japanese, I would be done. The sharpshooter on the opposite side did not dare to shoot randomly, then I will create a chance for him! It's just a matter of life or death."

Slowly walking to the top of the slope, Zhao Hong looked at the terrain, suddenly rushed forward, breaking away from the puppet army behind her, "Fight!" After shouting, she hugged her head and rolled down.

"Oh." The puppet army reached out and screamed, "You little slut dare..."

Bang, a gunshot broke his second half of his words, and the puppet army covered his bloody chest and staggered down Xiaopo.

The essence of this week is not enough. If you want it, please leave a message in the top book review. I will add it next week. If you leave a message casually, I am afraid that I will be squeezed out and will not be seen next week. In addition, thank you for your support, I will try my best to write this book. Some of the protagonist's ideas are actually mine. I am also a very conservative person. The romance in the book is just some adjustments and will not account for too much, let alone stallions. I hate stallions the most. Please rest assured about this.
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