After watching the food catch fire, the two teams separated and continued to look for opportunities in this area.

Wang Hong and Lao Zheng had already learned from the direction of the transportation of the baggage and knew that the Japanese army's target was Shanhaiguan, so this information was known in advance.

The two of them looked at me, and I looked at you. They chose to fight two more battles and see if the Japanese had other arrangements.

The Japanese army also knew that there were volunteers around or that it was simply Chinese troops active. After the supply squadrons transporting food and ammunition were wiped out on the road, they began to pay attention to the defense in the rear. Not only did they set up many roadblocks, but they also sent two squadrons to follow the marks left by the two teams to track them.

But whether it is Wang Hong or Lao Zheng, both teams have one and two horses, and there is no extra bullets, and the Japanese army's large army knew that these people were right in front, but they could not catch up.

The leader of the team leader was in a fit of anger and called a reconnaissance plane to find the traces of Wang Hong and the others.

Wang Hong and the others were still laughing at the Japanese army in front of them, but suddenly they heard the buzzing sound in the sky and saw a two-layer winged plane flying towards them.

Everyone immediately became serious, ran into the ravine, hid in the ravine, and let the plane pass.

Who would have thought that the plane did not go far, but formed a big circle above its head, and its height was getting lower and lower. It seemed that it would be necessary to observe carefully in this area.

Needless to say, this plane is here to find Wang Hong and the others.

Seeing the pursuers behind him getting closer, Wang Hong had to ride on his horse and start running on his horse, and saw a veteran who had seen the plane shooting, shouted: "When the plane rushed down, hide in the ravine beside him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the plane in the air turned its head and really dived.

Wang Hong and his friends hurriedly hid in the ravine. The plane knocked down a mule that was behind to the ground, and circled around the ravine.

In this era, the altitude of low-altitude strafing aircraft is generally below 15 o meters. This biplane Japanese reconnaissance aircraft can be lowered to a height of 3 o meters to find targets. Fortunately, this reconnaissance aircraft does not hang bombs.

He was about to be blocked in the ravine by the plane on his head and the Japanese soldiers on the ground, Wang Hong was about to try to drive the plane away while the pursuers behind were still a long way from the Tom-style.

The plane turned around in the air and dived down the direction of the ravine.

All of them hid in the depressions of the ridge, blocked the outside with their horses, and pointed the Tom-style at the plane.

"Fight", I don't know who shouted, everyone's weapons were fired at the planes in the sky.

The plane was not fast, and everyone just took Tom-style and shot in the direction of the plane. As soon as the reconnaissance plane entered the best shooting angle, a bunch of bullet holes appeared on the skin, which scared the pilot to raise the height quickly.

Tom style used pistol bullets, and could only break the thick cloth wings of the plane. However, this rain of bullets made the Japanese pilots dare not lower the height anymore, so they could only idly over these people, pulling the nose low from time to time to shoot a few points, but it had no effect on everyone.

With just this delay, the pursuers behind entered a distance of hundreds of meters.

Before Wang Hong could say anything, several veterans immediately pressed the bullet into the drum. One veteran looked at Wang Hong and whispered: "When the person chasing him is closer, rush over to fight, and then walk from the path you passed by to the opposite valley. It is flat ground to go forward here, so it is difficult to avoid the plane."

Wang Hong had never been in contact with this kind of battle, so he had no way to judge. However, several veterans had this meaning, and it seemed that they were the most suitable one.

I thought to myself, I don’t know who can survive, including myself, but I’ve already reached this point, so I nodded.

A veteran poked his head out and whispered: "There is less than 200 people in the front squadron. You can see six or seven machine guns, and the rest are rifles. Well, there are 2, 3, 4 grenade launchers, and 14 cavalry leading the way in front."

Another veteran knew that Wang Hong was not from a professional military academy. After the veteran who was observing said that, he added: "The Japanese squadron should have 8, 9 light machine guns and 8, 9 small steel cannons (grenade launchers), but they were all behind the team and they might not be able to see clearly. When the front one reached 200 meters, we rushed in and fired. Two drums should be enough to open up that short section of road."

This can only be a good wish. If you open fire by yourself, the other party will also open fire. No one knows whether these Japanese will block the path, but in this case, you can only fight. Wang Hong only said one word: "Okay".

The veteran who was looking through the head waved his hand.

Everyone prepared the horses, and except for the veteran who was still checking, they were ready to attack and were also ready to fall down.

No one regrets it, no time to regret it, and even don't even have the time to think about family.

Before the charge, I was pressing bullets and tidying up my horse harness. When I had time, I would grab a handful of soybeans and feed them to the horse. I didn’t have time to think about any extra things.

The screams of the horses opposite were already heard in his ears.

Suddenly the veteran said excitedly: "Don't rush! Don't rush! Go straight through to the foot of the opposite mountain, turn left, and enter the mountain from there, the trees there are dense enough."

After saying that, he jumped to the horse, and soon everyone formed a charge formation. Wang Hong put himself in the second place. Seeing that everyone was ready, he said, "Run!"

There was no boring title like "brothers" or the imperative tone of "rush for me". There was only this word, and everyone immediately raised the reins and rushed out of the small hill.

As soon as the horse flashed out, the crisp sound of the Tom-style submachine gun started to sound.

The Japanese troops chasing them were alert to the locations indicated by the plane not far away, but they did not expect that the plane could indicate the approximate locations of Wang Hong and others, but they could not tell what these people were doing.

When Wang Hong and his dozen or so people rushed out, Tom style suddenly turned the dozen Japanese soldiers riding on horseback, covering their heads, and the infantry behind them were also messed up by bullets.

The people in this squadron immediately fell to the ground, whether they were active or passive.

The 5o bullet drum ensures the firepower during charge.

A slanted charge, in less than a minute, hundreds of bullets covered the squadron on the ground like rain. No matter whether it was rifle, machine gun, or grenade launcher, there was no time to aim and fire.

The Japanese soldiers only heard the sound of bullets falling around them, the sound of constantly drilling into their bodies, and the sound of constantly hitting the ground. Even the spirit of Bushido had to lie on the ground, lower their heads, worship Wang Hong and others, and avoid the rain of bullets.

After playing the drum, they just turned to the foot of the mountain. As soon as they entered the woods, everyone immediately jumped off their horses and changed to the drums.

Tom-style firepower is strong, but the only trouble is that the drum must be accurately stuck in, unlike a big-bellied box. Although a magazine only has 20 bullets, if you charge on this road, you can at least replace it with three magazines.

After escaping by chance, no one had the energy to speak. He led the horse in the woods for a long time before someone shouted: "Damn, the horse I carried the food fell down, who would give me some food?"

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Every chapter says: Drilling up and down, one drilling down and one crashes, and the foot is always half a step or inch. In Xingyiquan, it is called "serial hammer", which is very powerful. Just pay attention to drilling the punch and attack, and you will definitely step into the middle door.
Chapter completed!