Gunshots, explosions, and screams intertwined to form a symphony of death.

The puppet soldiers were caught off guard by the sudden attack, and many people had no time to hide, so they were hit by stray bullets.

The bandits' shooting skills are not very good. Except for Liu Damazi and a few cannon heads, the other bandits' shooting skills are very average.

However, there were many bandits. Although the bandits had lost more than 100 people in the previous battles, they still had more than 700 people at this time.

Although more than 700 people were scattered in three positions, there were a group of people in the mountains with a maximum of more than 400 people.

More than 400 people fired at the same time and had two machine guns. The explosive power of that moment can be imagined.

The more than thirty puppet troops rushing in front almost fell one after another.

The other puppet troops quickly searched for trees to hide.

But at this moment, the crazy Japanese scolded loudly: "Go ahead, attack! If you don't attack, you'll die!"

The puppet soldiers were helpless. They would not bet on the charity of the devils, or whether the devils would shoot.

The Japanese will do it, and they will definitely do it.

So even though they knew that it was dangerous ahead, they could only continue to advance to the bandits' positions.

As the puppet army gradually approached, the bandits' firepower became more and more fierce, and bullets poured down like raindrops, and each one seemed to be the summoning of the god of death.

The puppet army kept falling down, with heavy casualties, but they still did not stop because they knew that retreating was a dead end, and they only hoped that the Japanese artillery support would arrive early.

However, why did the Japanese artillery fire come late?

This reason is also very simple. The Japanese are using the puppet army to expose the bandits' firepower points.

In other words, the lives of the puppet army are not as valuable as shells.

At this time, all the bandits' firepower points were exposed, and the Muchuan Japanese immediately ordered shelling.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of explosions followed one after another, and the bandits' positions were instantly swallowed by the sea of ​​fire.

The shells landed accurately on the bandits' hiding places and firepower points. Each explosion was accompanied by a earth-shaking loud noise. Dust and gravel were thrown into the air by huge impact, forming black mushroom clouds.

In the fire, gravel and soil splashed everywhere, and gunpowder smoke filled the area. Wherever you see, there were explosions and thick smoke.

The bandits were frightened and tried to find refuge, but under such dense artillery fire, there was no safe place at all.

Some bandits were directly blown away by the explosion of air waves while running, while others were unfortunately hit by splashes and fell to the ground with screams, but their voices were soon overwhelmed by the roar of artillery fire.

The shock waves generated by the explosion shattered the bandits' positions, and the already extremely simple fortifications turned into ruins under artillery fire.

The bandits' resistance gradually weakened until they disappeared completely.

After the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, the bandits' positions were in a mess, with burnt wreckage and corpses everywhere, and the air was filled with the breath of death.

After the artillery fire stopped, the puppet army finally boarded the bandits' positions.

But at this time, they only saw thirty or forty corpses.

And there is no need to ask about the remaining bandits, they have already run away.

Zuoshan Diao is not a fool. He doesn’t run away when he sees the ghosts have a cannon. Isn’t that stupid?

He fled back to the village with his men, and several leaders also came back.

At this time, everyone's faces were covered with dust and sweat.

The corners of their mouths were slightly open, gasping for breath, their chests were undulating violently, and sweat slid along their foreheads and dripped on their dusty clothes, leaving clear watermarks.

Zuoshan Diao stopped, supported his knees with both hands, bent down and panted, his eyes flashed with joy of surviving the disaster.

The Japanese artillery fire just now came, and he was unprepared. If the first wave of shells had landed at his feet, then his body would have been cold for a long time.

The same is true for other bandits. If they can come back alive today, they have to thank their parents for giving them long legs and running fast enough.

"Damn it, this time it's really dangerous!"

A small bandit leader with a bearded face cursed, slapping his chest hard, trying to relieve the indescribable feeling of depression.

"Yes, I almost told me there."

Another bandit took over the conversation, and his voice was filled with fear.

Zuoshan Diao slowly stood up, looked around his exhausted subordinates, and said in a deep voice: "We can't stay in this copycat anymore, the Japanese will definitely chase him here."

Liu Damazi asked, "Boss, what should we do?"

Zuoshan Diao thought for a while and said, "Let's go, let's go too. The guerrillas ran away, and the Japanese kept asking for trouble for us, so let's go too. Grandma, don't take the blame for the guerrillas."

The other bandits were reluctant to leave when they looked at the village that had lived for a long time.

Zuoshan Diao said angrily: "I have lost my life, what else do you want this village to do?"

Everyone also reacted and packed up their things and left immediately.

For a moment, the village was in chaos and the bandits became busy.

Some were busy packing the stolen gold, silver and treasures and stuffing them into sacks. They were in a hurry and did not forget to put a few valuable pieces of fine and soft pieces into their arms.

Some are busy packing up weapons and ammunition, fearing that they will miss a handy guy. After all, in this chaotic world, the gun is the foundation for saving lives.

The money and grain from the village ran out of the kitchen in a hurry, holding half of the roast chicken that had not been eaten, and shouted vaguely: "Hurry, hurry, bring all the food and dry food, you can't eat anything if you are hungry on the road!"

As he said, he carried bags of rice and flour onto the horse's back, and sweat slid down his cheeks, but he didn't care.

He is in charge of the money and food in the copycat. If there is no food, the boss will definitely take his head to sacrifice to the flag first.

The blacksmith in the village was busy moving iron tools, but was scolded by the passing mountain deity. Now he was running away. How could he run away with such a heavy iron?

The blacksmith looked innocent. Because there was no iron, how could he make knives in the future?

The bandit's horse horn drove out all the animals in the circle.

Don't want anything else, these animals must be brought with you.

Of course, they also need this time.

Because at this moment, a bandit from outside the Dazhai ran in panic through the gate of the village and shouted breathlessly: "Boss, it's not good! The Japanese pursuers have entered the mountain and are not far from us!"

As soon as this was said, everyone in the village stopped their work, looked at the bandit who had reported the news, and then looked at the mountain eagle again

Zuoshan Diao frowned, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He shouted: "Hurry up, speed up, we must leave here before them! If you can't take anything away, you don't want it. As long as we are still here, what we have lost will come back sooner or later!"

"yes!"

With the order from Zuoshan Diao, the bandits took action again.

And this time, their movements were faster, and some things they had been reluctant to leave before were thrown away.
Chapter completed!