When Zhao Hanqian saw that his best subordinate, brother, and friend were shot in the snow, the rabbit died and the fox was sad, so he wanted to escape by carrying the corpse.

Who would have thought that the Japanese soldiers were afraid of death and did not let anyone clean up the wounded and corpses. They pushed all the Chinese into the front and drove them forward with bayonets.

Zhao Hanqian regretted this. He had known that Wang Hong had such a strong spear technique and sword technique, and he could not come to die no matter what he said. He had to pretend to command the traitors to go forward, but he hid behind him.

The traitor walking in front regrets, hates and scolds, but he doesn't have the courage to resist, so he can only dodge and move forward.

If you say that these Chinese people are all traitors, the attack is too great. After all, many of them are forced to helpless. If you can do things that are sorry to the Chinese for the Japanese, it doesn’t matter if you call them traitors.

Zhao Hanqian was not in a hurry, but just walked around the back to drive away these Chinese people who were traitors. He thought that when he stood behind and Wang Hong shot, he would only be able to hit the people in front of him. When he heard the gunshots, he would have time to hide.

But things are often unexpected. Zhao Hanqian never expected that the first shot was him.

Wang Hong was guarding the mountain pass in front, waiting for the pursuers with a gun. Seeing that the Chinese were chasing in front of him, he was stunned for a moment. When he was aiming at the gun, he saw that the Chinese people in front were hiding one by one, and none of them were honest. So he lifted the gun down and looked for something to be beaten behind.

As a result, I saw a traitor policeman shouting around slowly behind these people. This was a good target. Wang Hong glanced, hooked his fingers, and a bullet flew out.

Zhao Hanqian was hit by this bullet with real vigor. The bullet entered from the front belly and flew out from the back.

Speaking of which, the penetration injury is not serious, and it does not hit the key points directly, but the worst thing is that no one cares about him.

He was bleeding from front and back and sat on the hillside, watching the Japanese drive the Chinese running in front again, chasing them desperately. After a while, they all turned to the other side of the mountain and couldn't see it.

The blood was not something he could stop when he wanted to stop. He pressed it for a long time, but when he saw that there was no effect, he barely got up and walked a few steps, but he felt that his whole body had no strength and had to sit down again. After a while, he felt that his body was getting colder and colder. He couldn't get up when he thought of getting up. He had to look forward to someone helping him when he came to pursue the soldiers later.

But when it was dark, no one passed by.

This traitor swallowed his last breath in despair in the darkness.

The pursuers behind him were biting, so Wang Hong had to run north along the mountain and fired a few shots from time to time. It was not until evening that he suddenly discovered through the lights everywhere that the two people ran to the edge of the city.

On the mountain, Wang Hong could barely see the layout of the city from the lights and outlines. He saw the direction of the station clearly, gritted his teeth, and rushed into the city without stopping.

Go straight to the train station.

He was left behind the Japanese army and traitors in An City. When they ran to the railway side outside the railway station, a truck was parked at the railway station. Wang Hong pulled Zhao Jingzhi and took advantage of the night to avoid the Japanese guardians and the railway workers in front and behind, climbed onto the train compartment, and got into the tarpaulin.

An City is not big, but it is full of streets and alleys. As soon as the pursuers enter the city, they are stunned. They cannot see the figures and their footprints are gone, so they can only search in a scattered manner.

Before they could think of the train station, the locomotive of the truck pulled up its whistle and slowly started moving.

All the carriages are bean cakes.

Bean cake is pressed from bean dregs after pressing soybean oil. It can be used as feed; it can also be used to produce edible bean cake powder, make bread, biscuits, and snacks; it can partially replace milk powder or egg powder to produce various dairy products; cold-pressed bean cakes can replace soybeans to make tofu and various soy products; it can also produce soy sauce, sauce, MSG and other foods.

The Japanese have been buying soybeans in large areas since the Northeast began to grow soybeans on a large scale. It can be said that if the Northeast bean cakes are gone at this time, the Japanese local area will probably have to lose more than half of the non-staple food.

The truck that the two of them drove was heading to Dalian Port.

The train stopped and stopped. As the sky was just getting bright, I arrived at the port of Dalian, waiting to be marshalled and unloaded.

The two of them jumped out of the carriage, threw the rifle and bullets into the sea, cleaned up their bodies, and walked out of the freight location in a swagger.

When he met a large group of workers who were carrying big workers, Zhao Jingzhi ran up to ask for directions: "Brother, is this Dalian?"

The worker who was asked was stunned and stood in Dalian. He asked if it was Dalian. Is he confused by taking the train?

The two of them knew that this was Dalian, and they entered the streets under the astonishment of these people.

Dalian was named Dalian. At that time, Dalian had been under the control of Chinese people for many years. Before September 18th, it was the Japanese Kanto Continent. The construction of the entire Dalian was planned according to the Japanese's ideas.

The eastern part of Dalian is a residential area for Chinese people. In addition to the ordinary houses of Chinese people, there are many shacks on the cliff slopes, which are shaky, but many people are crowded to live there. These Shandong people come here to work as coolies from Yantai, and take a special tram to and from get off work every day. They are engaged in loading boats on the docks, carrying stacks of car tire-sized bean cakes on their shoulders. A piece of bean cake is 40 kilograms, and a person must carry 5 kilograms at a time, which is only 200 kilograms, which is not enough (for work)!

After the two of them figured out the southeast, southwest and northeast of Dalian, they first looked for a circle of wanted orders for the two on the streets. They found that there was not even a wanted order in Dalian, so they walked openly on the streets to find their father-in-law's family.

My father-in-law and his family were very careless. As soon as they arrived in Dalian, they were entangled by Japanese ronin because they had no identity certificate.

In the eyes of the Japanese, Dalian is a wealthy city that is mentioned together with Tokyo. Japanese ronin, landless farmers and unemployed people all come here to look for opportunities.

These ronin were temporarily organized and extorted the people who left the Northeast and happened to run into the Zhao family. Because the Zhao family was a whole family, they were wearing backpacks and clothes, and they were obviously rich, which was very obvious.

Wang Hong and Zhao Jingzhi found the place they agreed in advance and saw seven or eight Japanese people blocking the hotel and charging Chinese shop premiums.

The Chinese here registered one by one, and after registering, they paid a portion of money, and then rushed back to the hotel and were not allowed to come out.

When the two saw it, there were several members of the Zhao family.

When Wang Hong saw it, he sighed deeply. There was nothing good about where there were Japanese people. He asked his wife: "What should I do?"

Zhao Jingzhi glanced at Wang Hong: "What else can I do?"

It was nothing more than how to kill it. Wang Hong opened the bag and placed the bayonet in a convenient place, waiting on the side of the road.

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Each chapter is a sentence: Martial arts can actually be divided into three stages: the cold soldier stage, the coexistence stage of cold soldier and boxing, and the stage where boxing is the main stage. Only in the cold soldier stage can there be a saying that "there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts". Because the imperial examination is held every few years, no one is always the first; and if you lose, you will either die or be disabled. Do you still need the second place?
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