A black thing was thrown down from the slope and rolled on the snow

Yes, the person who saw it clearly couldn't help but gasp.

Han Zhonghe's head, snow and rotten grass were stained on his hair and eyebrows, and his two dead fish-like eyes emitted a creepy cold air, his face was covered with blood, and there were some bloody burdens hanging around his neck, which had been cut to pieces.

Terror, shock, threat..., this head dispelled the determination of all the bandits, including Dong Yaohua. Dong Yaohua turned his gaze from the head to the side and remained silent. The others also became ostrichs and lowered their heads deeply.

After throwing the head, Wu Ming walked around far away. His target turned to the horses tied to the back of the bandits. Without transportation, you can rely on your feet to chase me!

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Meng Qingshi looked up at the direction where the gunshots came, thought for a while, waved his hand, signaled to take down the "tongue" caught by the reconnaissance squad, and turned around and called several small cadres to his side.

"This is the situation. The Kuomintang guerrillas were bribed by the Japanese and have surrendered." Meng Qingshi briefly introduced: "Now they are fighting fiercely with the Anti-Group, and our opportunity is here."

"Roar up, attack the Anti-Japanese Group in front and back, and kill this group of traitors." A young man waved his gun and said hurriedly.

"No." Another small cadre opposed: "We are all short guns. We will definitely suffer a loss when we fight with the enemy. Besides, there are 180 enemies!"

Meng Qingshi nodded, "We want to fight wolves, but we can't let them bite them. We are all short guns. We must give full play to the advantages of short guns. Lao Wang, you lead a team from the left, and I lead a team from the right. Taking advantage of the enemy's attention attracted by the Anti-Group, we try to get up as close as possible. When the opportunity comes, we can use melee to play to the advantage of our short guns to shoot continuously, and destroy this enemy in one fell swoop. Then let the reconnaissance squad lead Zhang Baojuan to bypass the enemy. We strive to contact the Anti-Group first."

"I understand." Several young cadres nodded.

Meng Qingshi smiled lightly, took off his cotton coat, and walked over, "This is called protection. The intelligence said that the Anti-Japanese Team was well prepared this time, and there were experts who had been training for almost two months, so our conditions were worse. We had to come here like this."

"Hahahaha!" Everyone looked at each other and laughed, following the same thing, exposing the light-colored lichens to the outside.

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"Ouch!" "Ouch!"... Several sensible horses rushed over and kicked and hit each other. Several teams led by Nakajima Nakajima were overturned.

"Send a few people to the front to reconnaissance." Nakajima's face remained unchanged, but he was a little shocked. There was no sound of gunfire in front, and these shocked horses were covered in blood. Could it be that Dong Yaohua, Wu Sanduo and the others were finished? How many people are there in this anti-support team? Can you defeat the chasing striker in such a short time?

Wu Ming looked at the watch and decided to retreat for another half an hour. Two hours, leaving Li Zhenying and the others with all this time should be enough. Moreover, the enemy's brigade has arrived, and increasing unnecessary casualties will be very unfavorable to the future. Thinking of this, he quietly moved to his position.

Ruddy, creaking, and the gentle sound made him frown, and he quickly climbed into a small depression, covering the white cloth, leaving only his eyes exposed to observe.

Four or five people walked over carefully, "Yeah!" With a snorted, Zhang Baojuan tripped over the tree roots in the snow.

"Be careful." Sun Hongpu, the captain of the reconnaissance squad, shouted softly, reaching out to pull Zhang Baojuan up.

"Be more careful when I'm late." A team member whispered: "The Anti-Group is a group of young men. Will we put our warm face on the cold butt?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Sun Hongpu whispered: "Although they are divided into two parties, they are all fighting against Japan and fighting the Japanese. Besides, we are kind-hearted. They are all highly educated and are more arrogant. When they meet later, they will control your mouth tightly. Zhang Baojuan and I will be responsible for the negotiations."

"Besides, the anti-sponsors escorted by the Chinese and foreign famous scholars. Now the National Army guerrillas responsible for receiving them have turned against each other. They should carefully consider our kindness and will not act irritated." After Sun Hongpu said that, he waved his hand gently and continued to move forward.

Wu Ming watched a few people walk past, frowned and thought quickly, the GCD people, the people he didn't want to deal with, came.

Speaking of the impression of GCD, Wu Ming always had a knot in his heart. His parents were originally from Guangzhou, mainland China. During the Cultural Revolution, the family was destroyed due to family background problems, and his mother was beaten so she fought to the death. She smuggled to Hong Kong. However, due to injuries, she passed away soon. These memories were permanently painful in Wu Ming, who was adopted in an orphanage, so even though he knew that after the War of Resistance

+:+cause.

Just as he was hesitating, several people had already walked away. At this time, the chaotic shouts of enemies on the slope turned his attention again.

After figuring out the general situation, Nakajima Nakajima thought for a moment, pointed to Zhang Haitao who was tied, and said with a sinister smile: "Push him in front and go away, I want to see what your accomplices do? Do you really ignore your life or death?"

Zhang Haitao smiled coldly, tilted his head and rubbed the blood on the corner of his mouth, "Then try it, the result will probably be beyond your expectations."

Nakajima Nakajima waved his hand gently, and several bandits pushed Zhang Haitao to the front. Nakajima waved his hand and waved to a leader and whispered: "I still need this survivor before prying open his mouth, so be careful, don't let us hurt him. I think the enemy will not shoot at our own people."

"Brothers of the Anti-Japanese Group, do you think of who he is?" Several bandits pushed Zhang Haitao and shouted, "If you dare to shoot, we will kill him!"

Han Han and Shi Zhiyong exchanged glances, and turned their eyes to the hillside where Wu Ming was, waiting for his reaction.

Wu Ming raised his gun without hesitation, aimed at the enemy behind Zhang Haitao, and steadily pulled the board machine.

"Bang!" The bullet mercilessly shot into the head of the enemy who was shouting the most joyously. After a while, it penetrated from the other side, and the remaining momentum had not yet subsided and penetrated into the snow.

The sudden shooting caused the bandits to lose their voices collectively and they were stunned on the spot.

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"Bang!" Wu Ming quickly pushed the bullet and loaded it. Another shot killed a guy with a pistol.

To coax, the bandits were blowing up the camp and fleeing in scattered places. Only the little leader Nakajima Nakajima had solemnly told him to hold on to Zhang Haitao, hiding his body behind Zhang Haitao, and slowly retreating.

"Hahahaha..." Zhang Haitao burst out with a refreshing laughter and twisted his body hard.

The little leader waved his pistol and hit Zhang Haitao with the handle of the gun. "Mom, he will slap him again, and he will die old..."

"Bang!" The gun in Wu Ming's hand fired again, and the bullet brushed through Zhang Haitao's ears like eyes, and lifted off the skull of the little leader.

"Sniper!" Nakajima Nakajima looked at Zhang Haitao who was lying on the ground in the distance and laughed unscrupulously. He frowned and looked at Yasuo Fukuda. Yasuo Fukuda shook his head with a wry smile.

"The enemy is not large, and a sniper cannot stop us." Nakajima Nariko waved her hand and called out several leaders and ordered: "You lead a team of people to attack from the left slope, you lead a team of people to attack from the right, and I will lead the others to advance with you."

Wu Ming looked at his watch and the time for blocking was already up. Through the scope, he put Zhang Haitao in the sight with regret. His index finger was loose and tighter on the board machine, and finally sighed lightly, and pulled away his gun and ran backwards.

"The opportunity is here." Meng Qingshi pursed his lips and waved his hand to lead his subordinates to lean forward. Nakajima's division of troops gave Meng Qingshi a chance to attack.

"Dadada..." Nakajima Nakajima commanded two machine guns to splash the bullets at the opposite anti-sponsor position, and then urged the troops to press forward slowly.

When Wu Ming ran back, Li Zhenying was worried and led several team members to pick him up. Han Han, Shi Zhiyong and others had already retreated and were negotiating with the reconnaissance squad of the Pingxi Guerrillas behind the second obstacle, but the guns in their hands were aimed at Sun Hongpu and the others, obviously distrustring the troops that suddenly appeared.

"Brother Liu." Li Zhenying pulled Wu Ming aside and whispered the situation. His tone naturally revealed distrust. "Although Sun Hongpu had been in the Anti-Group before, it had been a long time. I don't think he could trust them. We should ride a horse and leave first."

Wu Ming shook his head, "I mean don't block the road first. Although we have not suffered much loss now and have our own secret route, we have no escort from the National Army guerrillas. We just want to take these non-combatants across the blockade line. If I don't tell you, you know the difficulty."

"We are not afraid of death." Li Zhenying patted her chest.
Chapter completed!