The twenty-one ancestral tombs swaying left and right on the mountain road did indeed emit blue smoke.

The chasing Japanese kept firing, but no bullet bit him.

It’s not that the Japanese are not good at shooting skills, but that the two sides are really far apart.

When he was about to climb to the top of the ridge, he suddenly found a figure waving to him in the thatch.

He was scared to death and quickly fell down and raised his gun.

It's the Eighth Route Army!

The guy seemed to be a correspondent from the Eighth Route Army, and the 21st was a vanguard. The two met.

With a puff, a bullet from behind hit her side and splashed a cloud of dust.

The body, which was stunned, was as if it was injected with chicken blood. It immediately got up from the slope and rushed up the ridge.

Then he lay on the ground and gasped like a bellows pulling the bellows, unable to stand up at all. He turned red and found that there were two people on the other side.

Quick Legs recognize twenty-one: "Why are you here..."

Twenty-one continued to breathe heavily: "We were surrounded by the Japanese... we were broken up... by the way... why are you here too?"

If this person hadn't been the bait to attract the Japanese to chase him, Kuai Le adhered to Gao Yidao's temper and would not have paid any attention to the reactionary friendly forces.

Seeing that he was quick-legged, he didn't answer. Twenty-one thought the two were looking at the chasing Japanese, so he leaned over and looked down the hillside, and explained: "There are only four Japanese chasing me. They carried the Japanese wounded soldiers in the valley to the south to the east..."

Kuai Le then turned his head: "Xingdong? Do you mean there are Japanese men in the east...supply points?"

"I don't know this..." Twenty-one paused for a moment and added: "I just killed three Japanese men carrying stretchers..."

"If you can still fight, hurry up and hide behind the thatch..."

Twenty-one was stunned for a moment: How dare this Eighth Route Army dare to command himself?

It seems to be unceremonious...

However... he said that he would still be able to hide in the place where he fought the Japanese...

Oh... my legs and feet seemed to be out of control, so I had to support my elbows, slowly crawl over, take out a magazine, and press it into the magazine compartment...

The Japanese were indeed arrogant and chased the ridge slowly, as if they were not afraid of being ambushed!

With years of combat experience, I know the combat effectiveness of the national army. Many times I heard that there was an imperial army and I was scared to death, either by escaping or by escaping.

The first time I met a soldier from the National Army who was not afraid of death and dared to attack the Imperial Army, the Japanese were angry either.

The soldiers of the National Army must understand that the Imperial Army warriors who dare to attack the invincible battle will have to die!

The three people on the hillside were divided on both sides of the mountain road, and there was no time to arrange a position bunker, so they just lay behind a ridgeline.

"Brother Kuai Le, I will kill the Japanese when I'm going to kill them. Can I go down and pick up a gun?"

"Let's talk about it when the Japanese die..."

"But, there are four Japanese..."

"Shut up..."

"You give me the wreck gun, and I'll shut up..."

"You coward..." Kuai Le threw the muffler holster into the shell and gun holster.

On the hillside.

Knowing that the escaped soldiers were not far away, the four Japanese kept approaching the ridge.

You can't wait too long, otherwise you will be able to escape again when the deserters on the ridge recover and then. At that time, it is almost impossible to catch up with it again.

The Japanese are so bold, but it doesn't mean that the Japanese are stupid.

When approaching the top of the slope, a Japanese man lay on the slope and raised his gun to attract the warning belt. The other three Japanese man scattered into the bushes next to the road, and climbed up with his hands and feet.

It's still the old way, and it's feinting attacking and encircling both wings.

He looked at the Japanese who were gradually chasing the Japanese, full of excitement, and the Japanese were getting bigger and bigger in the open grooved siege.

Fifty meters!

Forty meters!

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

The three grenades thrown up to the top of the hillside exploded one after another.

The Japanese are not stupid, and they are likely to be shot when they rush up. The old rules are used to open the way with grenades.

The killing radius of grenades is nearly ten meters, and it is temporarily safe within at least this ten meters range.

Of course, it would be better if the deserter could be killed or injured.

Even if the deserter has already run north, it doesn’t matter. As long as he goes up to the ridge, he will definitely be able to hit him a live target this time!

Bang...

A gunshot.

Twenty-one shot first.

A Japanese man who spread out and went up was shot and screamed.

The gunshots came from the left side of the mountain. The Japanese rushing up the mountain did not expect that this guy would dare to stay.

The Japanese on the right immediately accelerated the uphill top speed.

The Japanese who was shot on the left fell into the bush. The Japanese next to him determined the approximate position of the shooting, pulled out a grenade and tapped the cover again, swung his arms and threw it up.

Then he pulled up his rifle and fired a random shot on the hillside.

boom...

The Japanese who were responsible for guarding the police and saw clearly that the deserter was on the left, then walked over and lifted his rifle and rushed into the bushes on the right, and then followed the Japanese in front to run upwards.

An explosion came from the ridge again.

The Japanese who were running to the ridge on the right side suddenly saw a black muzzle popping out of the bushes less than ten meters away in front of them.

The Japanese were confused, what was going on?

The body subconsciously rushed to the side.

However, as soon as the body moved, the gunshot and bullets arrived almost at the same time.

Bang...

Puchi...

One passes into the ear, and the other passes into the chest.

The Japanese fell backwards directly.

Before this guy died, he didn't understand. He just shot on the left, and in just a few seconds, this guy pulled thirty or forty meters horizontally?

Is there anyone running so fast?

Until the Eighth Route Army Cap behind the rifle was clearly seen, the Japanese reacted. The shooting on the left just now should have been intentional shooting, and then the warriors took the initiative to enter the ambush circle!

I wanted to call "Enemy Attack" to warn me, but I realized that something seemed to be spraying out of my mouth and nose, and my throat was stammering, and I couldn't make any sound.

Seeing that his companion was knocked down.

The Japanese Ono who followed behind was startled and immediately raised his gun to find the target.

Just as I was about to poke my head out.

Bang...

when...

A bullet drilled a hole in the steel helmet above his head and drilled into his head from the center of his forehead. The bullet did not find the outlet. The high-pressure gas generated by the cavity effect squeezed blood and bloody white out of the bullet hole.

Death can’t die again!

I originally thought there would be a fierce battle, but I didn't expect that after a friendly army next to me fired a shot, the two Japanese actually hit the gun and died!

Is this a legendary Japanese with strong combat power and well-trained combat skills?

I can't care so much.

There is only one of the four Japanese who have caught up with me now, so let’s kill them first.

Those guys in the Ninth Camp nagged all day long, what kind of dead enemies are good enemies?

Although I look down on the crooked and chrysanthemums in the Jiuying camp, this sentence makes some sense.

Immediately ordered the recruits next to me: "Use a shell gun to add a shot on the enemy's forehead, and then go and seize it..."

After saying that, he leaned out and turned the muzzle to the right.

After firing the gun twenty-one, I didn't change positions in time and felt a heart-wrenching pain coming from my head and arms.

There should be shrapnel drilling into the arm and the head buzzing. It seems that shrapnel hit the helmet. Fortunately, although the helmet cannot prevent close-range rifle bullets, there is no problem blocking the shrapnel.

I lay on the ground and tried to raise the gun, but I realized that I couldn't do it at all.
To be continued...