Suddenly, a dog barking came from the entrance of the park.

When the two of them were shocked, Zhao Jingzhi sat up and looked out in fear. The big wolf dog just now left a deep impression on her.

Wang Hong also sighed. With this beast here, he can smell and listen to movements, and it is impossible not to leave.

Helplessly, he pulled out the bayonet inserted into the turf, saw that there were no Japanese soldiers around, and gently climbed out of the small pit, pulled Zhao Jingzhi, and sneaked around the road.

Behind him, there were intermittent voices, and the Japanese soldiers were saying something, and there were still dog barking in the middle, which scared the two of them all the way.

Where the big wolf dog died, only a pool of blood was left on the ground.

Wang Hong suddenly had a flash of thought and came up with an idea. He wiped the blood on the bayonet with the turf and soil around the bloody pile, and wiped it a lot until the Japanese soldiers and dog barking were approaching, so he found a place nearby where people could be hidden.

Before the Japanese came over, they hid behind a stone holding Zhao Jingzhi.

I have to say that women only need a suitable reason.

Zhao Jingzhi leaned on him calmly, raised his big eyes, looked at Wang Hong's every move, and quickly made the big boy feel embarrassed.

Seeing Wang Hong's helpless look, Zhao Jingzhi suddenly forgot the Japanese soldiers and big wolfdogs who were rushing here, and continued to look at Wang Hong with her eyes like a prank. She wanted to see if this big boy would blush with shyness.

Unfortunately, before she could see Wang Hong's face blushing, the sound of people yelling and barking was approaching.

Wang Hong hugged her and lowered his head, and their faces were pressed up again. Zhao Jingzhi rubbed Wang Hong's face hard to express his dissatisfaction, and obediently buried his head on him and stopped moving.

The big wolfdog that was chasing behind had no idea what it was going to pursue, so she could only find the target based on the strange smell and movement. But when the wolfdog was chasing, it smelled the blood of its companions everywhere. Somehow it became excited and rushed down the mountain road with the Japanese soldiers.

When Wang Hong saw the Japanese soldiers running over, he thought that there were Japanese soldiers guarding the park, and there were several cliffs behind the mountain. He plucked up his courage and stayed behind the Japanese soldiers, looking for places that could block his figures, and slowly walked to the woods not far from the roadside.

In front of a grass, Wang Hong heard that the Japanese soldiers had run to the foot of the mountain, so he poked his head out and looked down at the foot of the mountain.

The school in the distance was still quiet, which made his eyes a little reluctant. He couldn't help but poke his head out a little more, but he saw a military vehicle at the foot of the mountain, which looked strange and looked like a steamer on a car.

When he looked over carefully, he found that someone was pointing his hand at the Japanese soldier beside the car. He quickly shrank his head and turned around, pulled Zhao Jingzhi and ran back.

Seeing his two Japanese soldiers raising their guns and aiming at them, they shouted loudly, and shot at the two figures vaguely visible in the grass.

The thin-skinned armored vehicle immediately turned the front of the vehicle, and the machine gunner hooked the machine without waiting for the gun to turn the back of the two people.

The two of them first heard a few gunshots, and the bullets whizzed, pressed against their bodies, and ran from behind to their backs.

Wang Hong gritted his teeth, dragged Zhao Jingzhi and ran into the woods.

It makes no sense to regret at the gun.

Let's go to a place that the Japanese soldiers can't see before the bullet hits.

But suddenly, a tornado seemed to have a roar. The sound of gunfire came from behind. The branches around him were swaying, the wood slag flew around, and stray bullets popped up from time to time on the stone surface, screaming and flying around.

Wang Hong finally knew why grandpa Wei often said that he could no longer use martial arts.

The rifle was shot at him one by one, which scared the person.

But the machine cannon swept over and was one side, and the series of sounds directly made people fall into despair with nowhere to hide.

People who have never experienced it will not know. When groups of small black dots seem to be able to catch them with their hands, they float past them like fireflies.

Only objects that come into contact with them, whether they are people, trees, or stones...

Only then did I realize how ruthless these little black dot fangs are.

In the rain of bullets, the two men's hair stood up.

A big tree more than a foot thick was swept by a bullet in front of me, and several black holes appeared at the chest level. But Wang Hong clearly saw that behind the tree, there were a large ball of wood chips. Then, the big tree was divided into two sections in place, slowly falling backwards.

Life and death made Wang Hong feel fear, but he still had the courage to run and hide.

Seeing the appearance of this tree, he subconsciously imagined himself as this tree. He paused, and without thinking, he pulled Zhao Jingzhi and rushed towards the south slope.

He knew that there were Japanese soldiers patrols on the train lane below the slope.

At this moment, he would rather rush towards the patrol rifles than be swept into pieces by the beaded machine guns.

Zhao Jingzhi ran two steps and fell on the hillside.

Wang Hong was startled and thought she had been hit by a bullet, so he immediately hugged her in his arms. In a hurry, he touched Zhao Jingzhi's chest a few times regardless of it. Zhao Jingzhi was shocked by him, hugged him and shouted, "I'm fine, run, run quickly."

Seeing that she said it was okay, Wang Hong nervously picked her up and ran towards the bottom of the mountain with all his strength.

The Japanese machine gunner fired several times. Seeing that Xiao Heidian was about to run down the mountain, he hooked the machine and chased the gun.

But the two small black dots suddenly flashed and disappeared. He thought they had hit, so he fixed the muzzle there. The machine gun was hooked and the bullets were plowing on the ridge like a rain of bullets until a plate of bullets were shot out.

But I don’t know that the two of them disappeared from his sight, it was just a matter of perspective.

Wang Hong didn't know that Shanling stopped the bullet, and rushed down the hillside with a heart of death.

There is a great horror between life and death.

While running, Wang Hong felt that the sky was dim and everything was gone, the sound was intermittent, and the two legs were mechanically running, running, running.

I didn't care about the shaking scenery in front of me, nor was I looked at the gunfire from other places. The hugging my hands tighter and tighter, and the faster I ran under my feet.

As I ran, my mind suddenly became empty and my consciousness was like someone else, watching myself.

Wang Hong was shocked.

Am I dead?

He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

But he found that his mind was still controlling his body, and the girl in his hand screamed. Only then did he realize that it was a false alarm.

Before I could think about what was going on, I returned to the reality of bullet pursuit.

He took a deep breath with great effort and raised his legs and ran hard, but he thought to himself: If you die, you will die, kill three, and die with the beautiful female classmates. It's worth it.

Zhao Jingzhi hugged him tightly with tears on her face, her eyes closed, but her little face kept rubbing against his face, wishing she could rub herself into Wang Hong's body. At this moment, she couldn't remember anything, only knowing that she was with Wang Hong.

When he was about to run to the side of the railway track, Wang Hong was already breathing. He took a deep breath, but the energy he was induced to move. As soon as the life gate heated, the heat flow surged up, and he let out his breath, and suddenly opened his mouth and started a long whistle.

The wild and fierce "Ah~~" sound shocked the Japanese soldiers who were aiming at him and firing.

Several Japanese soldiers saw Wang Hong holding a woman, shouting like a madman, and running with his life like a charge.

The sound was not sharp or high, but it was a shock that penetrated the soul. It made their hearts tremble like being stared at by a tiger and wolf. They all forgot to push the bullets on and continue shooting.

It was not until Wang Hong pulled Xiaoyin and rushed over the railway tracks and down the large slope on the edge of the railway. Until the sound disappeared, several people remembered to continue shooting.

But at this time, the two of them had already rushed into the city and ran into the alley.

It was not until this time that a Japanese soldier woke up. He hesitated to ask his companion: "Is this a human cry?" The companion could not answer, so he could only glance at him and silently check the ammunition.

In a deserted alley, Wang Hong finally exhausted himself. He let go of Zhao Jingzhi and stood there and began to tremble.

Zhao Jingzhi saw a large pile of firewood in a small workshop not far away, and pointed it to Wang Hong, but found that Wang Hong was not very good, so he pulled Wang Hong to hide in.

In the gap between the firewood pile, Wang Hong suddenly fell to the ground.

In the rain of bullets, he hugged Zhao Jingzhi and ran with all his potential. Now he couldn't even move his little finger. The muscles and tendons in his body were like waves, spasming in patches.

After practicing martial arts for many years, he knew that he had to move his body at this time, but he didn't have any strength at all.

Zhao Jingzhi was on the side, not caring about her feet. Seeing Wang Hong's appearance, he pressed his face with heartache and asked in a low voice: "Is it okay?"

Wang Hong said through his teeth: "Help me stand up."

When Zhao Jingzhi saw his somewhat ferocious face, he felt panicked and did not dare to ask why. He turned around behind Wang Hong, desperately lifted Wang Hong's back, and forced Wang Hong to sit up.

He also held Wang Hong's armpits a few times. After a few times, Wang Hong also struggled to grab the firewood beside him with his hands, and then he forced himself to stand up.

After he stood still, he moved his muscles everywhere. Zhao Jingzhi only saw that every movement seemed to endure pain, but he could not see the muscles under his clothes, either shrinking into a ball or twisting, and trembling sharply every movement.

Wang Hong's whole body was full of severe pain, and it would hurt his mind when he breathed. He had never heard of this situation before, so he could only grit his teeth and stretch his muscles and bones.

He didn't notice that every time he moved, he would squeeze out a lot of white oil-like sweat.

Wang Hong didn't know that he had encountered a great opportunity.

This sweat has a great origin.

The sweat I had when I first started practicing martial arts was full of sweat. This type of sweat was impurities twisted out of muscle tendons, and it was turbid and smelly. This was the beginning process of tendon proneness.

After a few years, after mastering the orifices, it becomes slightly sweaty. The sweat is clear and slightly salty but tasteless. This is steaming blood.

This time, his sweat was steamed from his bone marrow, like a white cream, with a sweet fragrance, but he encountered the marrow washing.

Being free between life and death is the greatest opportunity for warriors.

Wang Hong's muscle stretching and bone pulling movements were not comprehensive enough, and the large tendons quickly moved, but there were still many places where the pulling was not deep enough, which forced him to try his best to move the positions he didn't notice.

The smaller the place, the more you cannot practice it normally.

Opportunity allows the body to speak directly and let him see the subtleties of the body.

On the street, Japanese cars were running around with loud flutes, but no soldiers entered the alley to search. Fortunately, this was the case. If Japanese soldiers really walked nearby, they would be unable to resist.

Ordinary stretching muscles and bones slowly evolved into the same breathing and guidance technique, breathing and folding of the body. Only in this way can we touch the subtle and delicate parts of the body that we are not usually aware of.

Wang Hong couldn't help but be addicted to it and couldn't help but expose himself.

It took nearly two hours before he could fully move his body.

At this time, his skin was covered with a thin layer of white cream.

Zhao Jingyi was very concerned about Wang Hong's condition at first, but later when he saw that he had been exercising and his face was getting better and better, he finally let go of his worries.

Until the pain of the foot began to be as pricked as a needle interrupted her curiosity about Wang Hong's movements.
Chapter completed!