Luo Jinsheng, a guy who had been in the food search team halfway, helped Maxim, who had practiced himself and finally could come in handy. With the supply of more than a dozen people, he became the only firepower on the sacrificial flag slope that could open fire.

Milong was red-eyed and wanted to sue his grandfather and grandma to be satisfied, but he, a light machine gunner, was despised by Luo Jinsheng from the professional chain and could not interfere. In anger, he dragged Doupan to set up his Browning machine gun, but it was impossible to compare with Maxim's firepower. A magazine and a half were knocked out. The Japanese were probably not killed by Milong.

"It's a loss!" Death, Death, suddenly screamed. Milong stopped wasting and looked at Long's article in confusion.

Long Wen Zhang did not call him Milong, but continued, "It's a big loss! Listen, the firepower of the Jiang Defense Force has just risen. Just now, just now, they were at most one battalion just now!"

"The devils are here, everyone is running away, so I've left a battalion!"

"It's just one battalion, but it blocked the Japanese and drove them down! It's a big loss!"

Xia Tian understood why he screamed in pain - when the Japanese army was bombing, everyone thought it was a massive attack by the Japanese army. He wanted to burn his boats, but he planned to do something here and use the results of the battle to tell Yu Xiaoqing: We didn't take your things in vain!

But what is the result?

When the Jiang defense forces collapsed and left only one battalion, the battalion withstood the Japanese attack!

In other words, this is just a tentative attack by the Japanese. If they can win, they will naturally make a profit. If they don’t win, they will not lose much - this is just a tentative attack, just like the attack in the Battle of Songhu in September 18th!

The national army that had been awakened was not the national army at that time, and the Japanese army's attack failed successfully.

only……

Xia Tian shivered and took advantage of the situation but did not achieve any results. Now he offended the boss who should not offend the most.

"In the future, as long as Yu Xiaoqing doesn't have a car seat, she will think of us, and once she doesn't have a seat seat..." Meng Fu said dazedly.

Fortunately, the Sichuan Army is finally a group that can withstand pressure. If the boss holds a grudge, it will be a grudge. Anyway, the sky collapses and there are tall men holding it. So they continue to watch the battle, and even the fortifications stop to watch the dumplings in the middle of the river that have been seen once in a thousand years.

The Japanese army finally stopped adding fuel to the tactics - they faced the reality of failure and stopped crossing the river, so this battle was easily and embarrassed.

However, just when everyone thought the end was about to end, there was a bang, a gunshot, a helmet flying, and a sound of falling came at the same time.

The one who fell to the ground was...dead, dying.

Xia Tian rushed to the front of Heihe in horror. He thought that Heihe would have a ferocious blood hole on his head, but his leader's luck was simply outrageous - the bullet just lifted off his helmet.

"Shh! There are enemies below."

...

There are more than forty Japanese below, who are the Japanese troops who cannot launch an attack after crossing the river but cannot turn back.

Xia Tian and they were both angry and ashamed. After the war was over, the Japanese were under their noses and almost killed their leader!

So, the grenades began to throw them down for no money, but they didn't realize until the end that there was a desperate depression below. The Japanese hid in the depression, and the grenades that were thrown down could not blow them.

Long Weng made fun of saying that he shouldn't startle, and he would have made a big bomb, but now he has no tricks?

Ayi realized that the situation was not good and hurriedly said, "We have to go to the beach to block them. If they run into the forest, it will be troublesome!"

But Long Wenbian flatly refused: "No."

"Why? It's dark now, and even the Japanese who went to the Nantianmen Gate by the river could not reach it." Xia Tian was puzzled.

But Long Wen still refused: "No, anyway."

Xia Tian was always puzzled, but considering the direct gap between him and Long Wenhuan, he didn't think much - no one would have thought about it, Long Wenhuan would actually have a different mindset.

Yu Xiaoqing came in the dark and brought his deputy commander and a group of confidants - saying it was an inspection, but fools knew that they were here to pick on the tricks.

But as he picked it up, a big melon that made people sweat profusely broke out in Long Wen's mouth:

Comfort! Their biggest enemy is Comfort. In order to be uneasy, he deliberately left these Japanese devils behind.

Long Weng almost became really dead. Yu Xiaoqing, who cut off his younger brother with his own hands, really wanted to die at that moment. Xia Tian even wanted to use a hammer to knock it off Long Weng's head - what was the consequence of letting a group of elite Japanese enter the forest here?

Are the troops just worried?

The crazy ones are always stubborn, Yu Xiaoqing, who is unable to control the power of life and death, faced the threat of death, and finally admitted his conscience, ensuring that the Japanese under the cliff fell off the Japanese - Jiqi Slope is a cliff that cannot be climbed, which is also the reason why Yu Xiaoqing did not set up defense here.

[I almost turned against him. After I ordered the Japanese under the cliff to be dealt with, I took people around the river and walked to the bottom of the cliff. But the most worrying thing happened. The Japanese left only three wounded people waiting for revenge, and the others took advantage of the night to get into the forest.]

Three corpses with holes that were beaten were placed on the beach. Summer breathed more and more intensely. When the breathing reached its peak, he roared in anger:

"You're done your wish! Everyone has no peace! Including Zenda! Do you think you have put the dozens of war-torn Japanese into the flock of sheep as you wish! Do you understand? They have entered the flock of sheep!"

Death, he remained silent - this was the result he wanted. The Kuomintang always liked comfort. For the sake of comfort, he even wanted to deceive himself. He wanted everyone here to be worried.

He got what he wanted, but his favorite subordinates whom he trusted the most and felt most sorry, were furious and almost broke with him at this moment.

Xia Tian resisted the anger of knocking Long Weng down with a punch, and shouted to the crowd behind him: "Fuck someone who has a little fucking face, come with me!"

The Sichuan Army is really not big, and after the Nantianmen fight to the death, everyone knows everyone around them - everyone knows that Xia Tian insists that soldiers should stand in front of the people to shelter from the wind and rain.

No one doesn't understand Xia Tian's anger - because forty or fifty Japanese soldiers who fought for hundreds of battles, for Zen masters who almost fled the whole town because they only heard the sound of cannons, that was forty or fifty deadly tigers.

When the Nantianmen retreated, the four people who were cut off by Xia Tiantian and walked away safely stood up first, so more people stood up.

Xia Tian shouted: "If you search for the world with poverty, you must find these Japanese devils! Let's go!"

"If you chase after me, don't rush to fight. You will bite them to death first and wait for reinforcements!" Hell, Death, shouted from behind, Xia Tian, ​​and said word by word: "The Japanese will gather together and wait for us."

He died and made a boring thing, and then looked at the others: "What are you doing when you are standing there? Divide the troops and chase them! Take all the fights with you and the team chase them!"

"It's not you who deliberately fired a fire..." Meng Fan whispered, snorting coldly.

Ayi looked at it and turned his head in disappointment.

No one understands the practice of dying, but they are not as excited as Xia Tian—or, they think that more people who died in war are just a very common thing in this miserable country.

...

The pursuit lasted all night, but as Xia Tian said, the Japanese would not foolishly join forces in the forest to wait for the heads. They were divided into multiple groups of two people and three people, and the mountains and forests all over the mountains became their best cover.

From night to dawn, they sent out nine robes that died in battle, eleven injured brothers, but only seven corpses were dragged out, which meant that at least thirty-five Japanese were still moving in the forest and mountains.

In the morning, the tired Sichuan Army soldiers gathered together haggardly, and Meng Fanye shouted helplessly: "I can't find it... the Japanese have crept into the forest, but I can't find it."

He looked at his body and questioned his choice for the first time. He looked around but did not see Xia Tian.

"Where is him?"

"It's still inside, don't wait. He said he wouldn't find the Japanese. His face was so shameless that he saw Zenda. He said, you will be killed by Zenda's wronged soul every day." Meng fucked the fangs and claws imitating the wronged soul, but he caused a piss of death.

"It's scattered, it's scattered. Leave a platoon here to support me. What should the others do! I'll go to the division headquarters to report." Death, I'll dispel the tired soldiers.

And this forest and these mountains have not been quiet for a long time since then.

In the evening, eleven people walked out with thirteen thirteen thirty-eight bulbs on their backs and walked out in a vain way: "Prepare 20 new recruits, 10 veterans, and thirty people have three days of supplies, Mr. Xia will use it."

Three days later, 26 people walked out of the woods with 35 weapons on their backs: "Prepare 20 new recruits and 10 veterans."

Three more days later, 27 people walked out of the woods with 33 weapons on their backs: "20 new recruits, 10 veterans."

Long Weng stood by the forest, watching his subordinate who had become a beggar in the jungle, and asked, "Where is him?"

"Wait inside."

Long Wenhua broke into it, but was stopped by Luo Jinsheng: "Tongzhao, he said you should not go in, he was afraid when he saw you."

"Boll roll! Get in!" Long Wen drove the 29 people led by Milong into the forest.

A day later, a family in Zenda was destroyed and all their clothes and food were robbed.

Another day later, Milong walked out of the woods with Xia Tian who was knocked unconscious and threw his two heads at Long Wen's feet. Milong said, "This master said, put these two heads there to pay tribute. Also, he asked you to kowtow in front of someone who should not have died but died. He said, he wanted to see you being killed by a wronged soul."

Long Weng looked at the two hideous heads and asked for a while: "How is he?"

"It's almost crazy. Nine days have been closed for less than 7 hours. I'm afraid he will be exhausted and will do it first." Milong said calmly, and then carried Xia Tian out. The people behind him who came out of the forest subconsciously kept a distance from Xia Tian.

Meng Fu looked at the "ghost" who could not see his true face with his eyes closed, and said softly: "He is possessed."

He still remembers that after they escaped their lives on the battlefield, Xia Tian looked frightened when he saw the dead - how long could he be able to cut off his head?

"He is not crazy, I am crazy. I did what he hates the most." Death Death said softly.

He remembered what he said, and he said that soldiers should stand in front of the people and walk behind the people.

He did it, but himself...
Chapter completed!