A gunshot woke up the team trying to join the main road.

"Victor! Take someone over to check it out!"

"yes!"

The vanguard Xia Tian rushed towards the direction where the sound came. After a long time, on the road that made people fascinated, Xia Tian saw a bloody scene:

Dozens of Japanese devils are "cleaning up" hundreds of sloppy corpses. The so-called cleaning is a final blow. Whether it is the dead, pretending to be dead or injured, they stabbed them one by one with bayonet weapons, ending their struggling lives in laughter.

In the distance, you can still see people running wildly. They are running wildly like wild animals, but they do not have the wildness that beasts should have. The robe behind them falls there, but they dare not turn back to avenge the robe.

They only have one wish:

run!

Escape from here, escape from the devil's claws, and let the people behind die for them-oh by the way, they actually forgot that they are now the people behind.

"That's our main force." Annoyed said in a low voice.

"I have an illusion that they are defeated soldiers and we are the main force." Xia Tian said quietly.

I was so annoyed that they became silent at that moment - if I remember correctly, they were cannon fodders, and were organized into the Sichuan Army, and came to Myanmar to wait for baptism from cannon fodders to become a regular army.

However, they were not baptized by Yu Xiaoqing, but were taken by a fake guy to fight against the Japanese all over the world. In the past, they were used to throwing away the Japanese who met and contact with human lives, but now they are more accustomed to killing Japanese who met and contact with.

And all this...

Meng Fu took a deep breath and said, "The Japanese have bitten the tail of the main force. Their front line must be very long. The Japanese here should be scouts. Their purpose is to keep biting the main force and keep weakening the main force like bloodletting."

The main force in Meng Fan's mouth refers to the national army on this front, not Du Yuming's troops who walked on the Wild Man Mountain in northern Myanmar. He died and cursed Du Yuming in private, and said that like them, Du Yuming was a fool who missed homesick and was not the one who should be scolded.

Xia Tian judged the number of the Japanese and said, "It's the scouts, let's eat them?"

Meng Fanli glanced at Xia Tian: "Only us?"

Shut up in summer, but there is a fire in my heart.

He was still a long way from becoming a qualified military officer. Meng Fanle joined the army from the Battle of Xuzhou? His repeated escapes allowed him to learn to defeat the war? But at least he had the corresponding military capabilities. Fanle made a decision at this time: "Xia Tian continues to stare at the Japanese? Milong? You stay here to listen to Xia Tian."

After saying that, Meng Fanye added: "If Xia Tian wants to kill these Japanese devils? You can kill him!"

Milong nodded and repeated: "I will kill him!" Who did Milong say that he killed? It was true for the Japanese? When he told his own people, it often means that he had to be brothers with him.

"We're going to seek death, we're going to decide what to do." Meng Fanle once again told Xia Tian: "Just just stare at the Japanese, don't be too close."

"Hmm? I'm not stupid. I haven't expanded yet."

"Don't be too close? Don't go crazy." Meng Fu's mother-in-law's mother's advice again, and then he walked with a lame and aphrodisiac, and wanted them to leave.

When the three of them could no longer see the shadows, Xia Tian looked at Milong and said, "It's a loss, isn't it? Master Long, are we going to find a way to cheat the Japanese?"

"I'll kill you." Milong said hummingly.

"Really? Look at the Japanese, now he looks like he is completely defeated and unsuspected? Let's cheat them?"

"I'll kill you!" Milong showed off the Czech light machine gun in his hand.

"Grass, pull it down? Just lie here and watch the Japanese show off." Xia Tian looked resentful? Damn? You didn't even listen to what I wanted to say.

...

After listening to Meng Fanli's report, Long Wenhua made the same judgment as Meng Fanli, but he rejected Meng Fanli's suggestion because Meng Fanli suggested: "The Japanese army wants to hang behind them and eat and erode blood, so we'd better not meet with them."

He looked at Meng Fan, and said with a strange smile, "Yes, everyone goes their own way, I will die, I will die, right? Since September 18th, every time I fight with the Japanese, there are always people thinking about this, and there are always people thinking about the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the latter. Then, we lost one place after another and placed one place after another into the Japanese war zone on the map. As we were drawing, only half of the great rivers and mountains were left. Do we still have to continue to die of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of the death of

The rebuttal of death made Meng an ashamed, but he immediately said: "We only have a few hundred people, we are not saviors. Yes, we have won the Japanese army several times, but we only have a few hundred people! The main force is retreating and the main force is defeating. What can we do? These hundreds of us thrown into this torrent, and we can't even find a slight wave."

"There are always people who want to do something. We came here from afar. Are we going back in a hurry? If you don't leave anything, how can you be worthy of them? Listen..." Death, he entered the charlatan mode again. He pointed to the sky and murmured softly:

"They are scolding us. They said, "They are going to the national crisis, why are we retreating? They are questioning us. They are asking us, why don't we die..."

Then, he answered the question of the deceased himself:

"We are afraid of death, we dare not die. We are just a group of cowards. We will retreat little by little until one day, there is no way to retreat behind us. At that time, "Die Li Lao looked at Meng Fan: "Do we raise our hands and surrender to the Japanese with confidence?"

"Because we retreated and retreated all the roads!"

Death, he became serious again, and he said to the people around him: "The Americans are supporting us. Just as Zhuona said, this war will definitely win, but if we are a group of A Dou who cannot be helped, will the Americans win, have it related to us?"

Meng was frustrated and took a few steps back and never spoke again.

The soldiers around him silently watched the performance of their regiment commander, listened to his questioning, listened to his answers, and listened to his last words, the soldiers' breathing became rapid.

"Beat him a turtle son!"

"Beat him!"

"We'll listen to the sir!"

"I lost my head with a scar as big as a bowl. I will still be a hero in 18 years! Sir, please take us to fight with the Japanese! My 100 kilograms of meat can be left here at most!"

"What are you fighting for? What are you fighting for?" He died but returned to his usual appearance. He drooled at the most fierce subordinates who were calling and said, "We are going home, and we will be hitting rabbits on the way! The Japanese chased us all the way, and they met bastards who were only concerned about running for life. Do you think the Japanese are very inflated now? I think no one dares to shoot them?"

"Let's set up a pocket, open a big hole, let these Japanese men plunge into it, and just knock it to death with one stick. What's the fight? Ah?"

"Hehe..." The group of people giggled foolishly, yes, when did they suffer any loss after following their team leader?

So, after a rush to march, this team of war entered a road full of people who were eager to return home. When this "complete" unit suddenly appeared, the defeated soldiers on the road even thought they had encountered the main force. Until the team of only more than 400 people came out of the forest, the defeated soldiers realized that they had consumed hope again.

...

In Xia Tian's sight, the Japanese set off again. He and Milong immediately hung up. Xia Tian complained: "What's the situation? I've been so annoyed that I've been away for so long, why haven't I heard from you yet!"

"He is a cripple and he walks slowly." Milong answered slowly, not worried about the possibility that the cripple and the others would deliberately lose them.

"Even if you climb, you should come back..." Xia Tian murmured, but then stood up with Milong and followed the Japanese riding bicycles in the forest - the elite team of the Japanese. All the bicycles were on the bicycles, and the two people hanging on this team ran and died to barely keep up.

More than an hour later, the Japanese team arrived at a small section of the road with many corpses lying.

"Grass! Tsubasa!" Xia Tian looked at the road through the telescope, cursing angrily - it was not done by the Japanese. Since it was not done by the Japanese, there was only one explanation, it was the internal strife of his own people, the materials discarded at will, the burning vehicles, and the numerous corpses were telling what happened here before.

The pursuers were behind, but his own people were fighting in internal conflict. This scene made Xia Tian feel angry that he would smash everything. The mysterious dragon on the side was not much better, and a series of essence Northeast dialects cursed out of his mouth.

"You should be defeated so badly!" This was the most vicious curse that Xia Tian could think of. With a heartache of apologizing for Tiebuchenggang, he had only one idea: damn, all those who serve in the army should die, and all those who serve in the officials should die!

The Japanese were not surprised by such a scene. For them, they saw too many corpses left by Chinese people infighting or shooting deserters. They didn't even have a trace of vigilance, and just rushed into the place where "internal strife" had passed.

But the mutation happened at this moment - gunfire suddenly sounded, and more gunfires followed. Gunshots and bullets from all directions built a very beautiful pocket. When the Japanese army threw away their bicycles and began to dodge and began to look for cover, the "dead corpses" on the ground suddenly defrauded themselves. They turned into evil spirits who were seeking their lives, and they began to pour out ammunition frantically with automatic weapons with amazing firepower.

The mutation made Xia Tian and Milong stop talking at the first time. The two looked at countless bullets shot from the trees, the sudden corpse-killing Japanese howls, and suddenly burst into laughter. They never mentioned the curse just now, just pretending that it had never happened.

Seeing the friendly forces in the ambush circle easily harvesting the lives of the Japanese, Xia Tian praised: "It's so talented. There are ambushings everywhere on the trees and around the road, just three-dimensional attacks. The Japanese can't even fight back! It's so talented! You should fight like this!"

"I didn't expect that there were also capable people among the guys who retreated." Milong praised in his own way, but Xia Tian said with certainty: "I can guess that it was done with my eyes closed. If there were such capable people in the main force, I would not have been chased into a stray dog ​​by a Japanese team!"

The battle soon came to an end. In the last ten Japanese soldiers dropped their bicycles and began to die. The ambushers behind them knocked down one after another like a name, but seven or eight Japanese soldiers escaped from the ambush range and fled back desperately.

"We brothers deserve to be rich! I should call it a sla-fai!" Xia Tian loaded the weapon with his eyes shining, and Milong was the same. He set up the machine gun as fast as possible, and then waited for the Japanese to come to the door. Watching the Japanese running into their range like desperately, Milong swears that this is definitely a feeling of greater satisfaction than being a groom.

Although he has never been a groom.

The Japanese who thought they had escaped from the ascension were running wildly with their energy to feed themselves, but they could never have imagined that they were not rushing toward a path of life, but a hell of death intertwined by bullets and rains.

Thomson's submachine gun and Czech light machine gun began to roar, and the rain of bullets poured out torture the group of devils who thought they had escaped from the Jedi and had a sense of surviving disaster. They once again entered hell from heaven, and corpses continued to cross the road, like the piles of soldiers they had easily killed before.

There was no Japanese who could still stand. Xia Tian changed into an M1 Galand rifle and started to replenish the gun, firing bullets at the suspicious target. While firing him, he said: "The way of heaven is good for reincarnation. I dare to ask who the heaven bypasses!"

"Yes, whom God bypasses? I will pay back what I owe us sooner or later!" Milong, who changed the magazine, gritted his teeth and agreed.

This is a massacre-like ambush. The brave and warlike Japanese were ambushed in an unprecedented embarrassment. What ruined them was arrogance, and the price of arrogance was that they ended up completely and did not hurt a single ambush.

This is something that shouldn't have happened, because the ambush circle is too sloppy, and the ambush hiding in trees, on both sides of the road, and pretending to be dead on the road is too unprofessional. As long as you follow the regular marching queue, such a thing will not happen.

But the blood-like pursuit made the Japanese regard their pursuit as a group of lambs to be slaughtered. So, when a group of wild beasts came out of the jungle, the Japanese who thought they were hungry wolves instantly became a pile of rotten meat destined to rot!

Another victory is normal for everyone in this team that came out of the jungle, but for the "main force" who marched in a mess on the road and had to endure the repeated biting of the Japanese, this is a dream.

At the beginning, what they saw was: a group of fools who didn't know how high the sky was, were dying.

Then they thought: If these fools cut off their backs, they could run safely.

But the facts that happened later made them feel like dreams. The Japanese who bit them again and again, made them flee in a panic again and again, and left many comrades in the army again and again, were completely wiped out!

"Whose troops is that? I want to follow them!"

So, the main defeated soldiers came up with this idea.

...

Summer changed from a vanguard to a defender.

Behind him were the Japanese - the Japanese on a mountain. Yesterday, the Japanese chased after them. They were most likely chasing them with revenge. After all, the corpses that were deliberately hit and piled up were obviously provocations to them.

Xia Tian wanted to build Jingguan, Milong asked what Jingguan is, and he was annoyed and answered:

"Cut your head off and pile it together is Jingguan."

Then, he was beaten up by his comrades, and this idea could only become a luxury, and he threw it to Xia Tian with a machete, suggesting that Xia Tian come on his own, Xia Tian turn his head and run away. The matter of Jingguan naturally disappeared, but they still placed the corpses of the Japanese army with "kindness" with the spirit of ownership.

This is obviously a provocation in the eyes of the Japanese!

So, the Japanese behind chased after him frantically, trying to vent their anger by hiding them by hiding them by chasing them and chasing them for three thousand miles. However, they crashed into the iron wall of the bronze wall. The Japanese who did not carry heavy weapons faced the extremely advantageous automatic firepower, and were in a very small body. After losing more than a dozen corpses, they no longer dared to chase them. They could only hang behind the mountain with a fire-stopping.

And that night, I led people to rush towards the pursuit of the Japanese army.
To be continued...