With an explosion, the gunshots not far away came to an abrupt end.

Shunshui realized something, turned his head and wailed: "Uncle Sangen!"

The little bookworm also started howling, and Master Shihang chanted the Buddha's chant, but it looked like the Buddha's angrily looking at Vajra.

They wanted to fight desperately and continue to fight with their comrades, even if they were one of the hundreds of thousands of flags.

Looking back at the not far away, Uncle Sangen's weathered face appeared in front of him again.

Like many faces in my memory, this weathered face cannot be seen...

At that moment, Xia Tian wanted to turn around, fight with the Japanese with his weapons angrily, and calm down his aggrievance.

But he shouted two familiar words in his mouth: "Let's go!"

Let's go!

That is the two words that often roar when you die.

He thought, dying, every time he shouted these two words, would he feel as distressed as himself?

Shunshui wanted to glar at Xiatian angrily, but Xiatian's red eyes that were devouring to others made Shunshui feel excited. With Xiatian's hissing sound, "Go!", the team of several people finally continued to evacuate with difficulty.

The team of several people was moving faster and faster, not as fast as they fled in a hurry, but the living people, the things they carried suddenly became heavier. Some of the deceased used their lives to exchange for the facts of their lives. However, the living needs to carry everything about the deceased, continue to live and fight.

The Japanese did not want to let this armed force go easily, so the pursuers followed like shadows.

...

"The gunshots are gone?" Meng Fanli looked at Milong in shock, astonished as Milong, and then he stammered: "They...yes, they have defeated the Japanese, yes, they have defeated the Japanese."

Meng nodded fiercely, yes, they must have been defeated by the Japanese.

Can……

Both of them had despair in their eyes. There were only a team of more than ten people. Facing the Japanese in two squadrons, would they repel the Japanese's attack?

"He has a tough life, even harder than the Japanese tanks." Meng Fanle said with certainty, but his eyes begged to look at Milong. Milong nodded and said, "Yes, his tough life is very tough. Nantianmen is cut off from behind. He survived such a difficult situation. Such a little Japanese will definitely not be able to deal with that shabby thing."

The two of them cheered each other, gave each other affirmation, and continued to go against the trend.

They were not disappointed, and several figures appeared in their sight. They searched hard and finally found the summer behind. Milong immediately cursed:

"Summer, why haven't you died, you are such a slutty thing? I'm here to collect your body! You're going to die soon!"

"Bai is happy." Meng fucked and continued his sinisterness.

Xia Tian fights back without being outdone: "You two sluts are dead, your father can't die!"

"Let's go quickly, the Japanese are chasing you not far." Meng Fanle rarely stopped his own damage, and shouted along the water with familiar terrain: "There are three miles away in the mountains and forests. When we enter the forest, the Japanese will have no choice but to do anything to us."

Uncle Sangen and his friends used their lives to buy the most precious time for the evacuated people. They successfully got into the forest before the Japanese surrounded him, like water droplets melting into the sea. After the Japanese searched in the mountains for a while, they could only give up the pursuit in revenge. They burned the poor Heshun Township after looting.

The thick smoke rising from Heshun? You can see the thick smoke soaring into the sky ten miles away. Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the thick smoke rising from Heshun, your eyes become extremely cold.

"All people have been removed? If the house is gone, it's better than being vented by the Japanese." Meng Fanle patted Xia Tian on the shoulder, Xia Tian shook his head and said:

"This is our country, that is our village."

Meng Fan looked at Xia Tian in confusion, and Xia Tian said in a narrow voice: "You can't let these Japanese guys go easily!"

"Two squadrons, what are you going to eat? Let's go, stop dreaming in the daytime, go and die, we should withdraw."

Xia Tian insisted on his idea, but if he wanted to take revenge, such a few people would definitely not work. He turned around and asked Shunshui: "Can you contact the captain? How many people can you gather tonight?"

Of course, the guerrillas' manpower is not as small as before, but the vast majority of manpower are scattered in the long villages on the west coast. Of course, it will not be so easy to gather together.

Shunshui asked this question for a while, but Master Shihang knew about it. He said: "The people who covered the villagers will definitely arrive tonight. In addition, they can gather about twenty people."

Xia Tian silently calculated the staff, and felt that it was too small, so he asked again: "What about noon tomorrow?"

"Can you gather more than fifty people."

There are more than one hundred people in total!

Xia Tian said to Master Shihang seriously: "Master, if you can trust me, please inform the captain to gather people! Let's do a vote!"

Master Shihang looked at Xia Tian in confusion, and Meng Fanye asked in surprise: "What do you want to do?"

"Go back to take revenge!" Xia Tian gritted his teeth and said, "The Japanese swept Heshun Township today. The robbed materials will definitely be sent to the Nantianmen. If they want to deliver materials to the Nantianmen, it will definitely be tomorrow!"

"We gather manpower and eat the Japanese escort troops!"

The Japanese had two squadrons stationed in Ciliang Temple. Their main function was to monitor all villages around Heshun Township and to collect materials and maintain transportation lines. They implemented a policy of cutting and eroding the villages of Heshun Yida, cutting a little today and cutting a little tomorrow, constantly cutting a lot from the people.

The garrison of Ciliang Temple would send a batch of supplies to the South Heaven Gate every once in a while. In the more than a month on the west bank, Xia Tiantian had learned about this situation, but the Japanese were very escorting supplies every time, and they might not get benefits if they assembled guerrillas, so Xia Tiantian only YYed for a while.

But now, he wants to take action!

"You don't even have a battalion's manpower, you're like eating a Japanese escort army? At most thirty miles from Ciliang Temple to Nantianmen, even in the middle, whether it's Ciliang Temple or Nantianmen, it's more than an hour away. Can you eat it in such a little time?" Meng Fan looked at Xia Tian with your crazy eyes.

Milong was also surprised. If the Japanese were so weak, could I retreat from the Northeast to here?

Xia Tian said quietly: "Who said that you can't? Shunshui, how many people are usually escorting supplies from the Japanese now?"

"At the beginning, there were usually two squads, but now they are all the same squad."

"If we have a team of mind, we may not be able to succeed."

Meng Fanye wanted to laugh at Xia Tian for not knowing how to live or die, but then he remembered that whether it was the guerrillas or the Sichuan Army, it was not the one in charge that Xia Shaman died or not, and it would be impossible to play with him. So he said, "You have to ask the magistrate of the group first for this matter!"

Of course, Xia Tian understood what Meng Fanle meant, but he was confident that he would die if he was moved. If he had the chance to eat a bite of a Japanese man, he would have a ghost if he was not happy!

"Master, go find the captain and see if he is willing to join forces with us. If you want, please gather people immediately and we will meet in the valley six miles east of Ciliang Temple!"

...

Under the leadership of Shunshui, Xia Tian and the other three left the mountains and forests and intercepted the Sichuan Army members halfway.

Seeing the living Xiatian, everyone in the Sichuan Army smiled, but Xiatian hurriedly ran to Long Weng, causing a group of people to complain. The snake's butt was strangely pronounced in his Cantonese language: "I don't want ours, but now I'm red."

Meng Fanli kicked the snake's butt and whispered: "Don't mention this again! It will be dead!"

The snake shrank its butt and shouted, "I didn't say anything just now!"

A group of people burst into laughter.

At this time, Xia Tian was talking about his own ideas to Long Wenhua.

Xia Tian's suggestion made Long Wen's mind lose his thoughts of mocking Xia Tian. He tilted his head and thought about it. Xia Tian was waiting with fear. He had been sure that Long Wen would definitely not object, but at the critical moment, he was still worried.

Long Wen Zhang finished thinking and asked in confusion: "What do you think of this?"

Xia Tian nodded.

"It's much better than those who only know how comfortable they are." Long Weng praised. Just when Xia Tian thought he agreed, he asked: "Do you think the people here can gather nearly one hundred people? Even if there are 100 people, plus a dozen of us, do you think they can swallow a small team of the Japanese?" He said, squatting down, and drew a map on the ground, continuing:

"Even if you ambush in the middle, the Japanese from Nantianmen and Ciliang Temple can appear behind us in more than an hour. A hundred people ambush a Japanese team. Do you think that an hour can solve the battle?"

War is not a simple matter that goes up. Testing, covering, and little bit of competition is actually a very cumbersome project. When fighting and blocking, the Japanese obviously had two squadrons in the first hour, but they were confused. Why? Because the Japanese need to grasp the situation through testing!

It is not an ambush with absolute advantage, nor the advantage of crushing artillery fire. It is normal to fight for two or three hours with a 2:1 force comparison!

And two or three hours, it was enough for the Japanese from Ciliang Temple and the Nantianmen to wrap them in the middle!

"Of course a simple ambush can't do it," Xia Tian shook his head and said, "But we can attack the Japanese!"

"Around the Japanese?" Long Weng looked at Xiatian curiously. Xiatian talked about his plans, and Long Weng's eyes slowly lit up.

Meng Fanlai had been observing Long Wen's expression at first. He felt that as long as Long Wen was not crazy, he would definitely not be crazy with Xia Tian, ​​but later he figured out one thing,

Long Wen is such a crazy man!

When in Myanmar, two of these guys dared to rush towards a few Japanese, and one of them dared to lead a group of bastards who were ignorant of their roots and even tried to "mutate" to attack the Japanese!

When you encounter Xia Tian’s crazy plan, will the madman be moved if he dies?

Probably not...

Meng Fanle told himself this, but the reality was that Long Wen's eyes became brighter and brighter, so bright that he was almost desperate. As expected, the next moment, Long Wen shouted:

"Prepare, it's time for us... to chew the Japanese!"

Meng was upset and wanted to advise, but Long Weng immediately shouted the commander, and he knew that it was over and that his grandson would not let him speak.

So, the veterinarian, three wounded men and mother stayed here, and the twelve elite teams rushed towards Ciliang Temple under the leadership of Shunshui.

Meng Fulai kept praying in his heart:

The guerrillas must not be crazy. They will not do such stupid things as eggs hitting stones. Yes, they will not do this.

...

The framework of the entire West Bank is really loose. Except for the more than 30 full-time team members led by the captain, the rest of the team members are actually militias that are not full-time.

And there are a few scattered in this village and a few scattered in that village.

In this case, the combat effectiveness of the guerrillas is actually very limited, and the lack of armed forces in the guerrillas also made the vast majority of the team members not have sufficient training. If Xia Tian had not contributed the "army tank" left by the Sichuan Army in Myanmar and gathered hundreds of people to ambush the Japanese, the captain would have done nothing.

But now...

The captain was really moved. He trusted Xia Tian very much. Secondly, over the past period of time, he deliberately trained troops. Most of the guerrillas had been on the battlefield and often attacked and ran away, but after all, they had fought with the Japanese with real swords and guns.

It was these two points that after Master Shihang conveyed Xia Tian’s request, the captain decided to make this vote after a little consideration.
To be continued...