In Wang Yan's vision, the morale of these cannon fodders suddenly faded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Meng Fan's morale fell to the original value in an instant:-999!

Well, go back to the pre-liberation overnight!

That's what an army without faith is like.

Immediately afterwards, an inevitable scene appeared.

"Run!" I don't know who shouted first.

The next second, the cannon fodders standing in line on the hillside of Nantianmen suddenly exploded.

Just like a frightened flock of sheep, rushing toward the ferry at the foot of the mountain, there were many cannon fodders not even running, but rolling down directly, which was really a matter of getting out.

In order to escape, it is really ugly.

Meng Fanlu, Milong and more than a dozen cannon fodders were no exception.

Milong was like a human-shaped tank, rushing around and directly knocking over cannon fodder along the way, protecting Shangguan Jieci and Lei Baoer to the ferry.

Unfortunately, there are only two bamboo rafts at the ferry.

So the scene of fighting for bamboo rafts inevitably happened.

Relying on the ox and horses, Milong knocked over all the cannon fodder, sent Shangguan Jieci and Lei Baoer to the bamboo raft, and pushed Doctor Hao up there.

Then Milong himself climbed onto the bamboo raft, and at this moment, a powerful force suddenly came from behind.

Milong's huge body immediately flipped off the bamboo raft and fell backwards into the Nujiang River with a loud bang.

The person who pulled Milong off the bamboo raft was Long Wen. Long Wen pulled Milong off the bamboo raft with one hand, then opened the nose of the Mauser pistol and fired two shots, breaking the cables on the river.

Seeing this, cannon fodder and refugees crowded at the ferry began to wail.

Bula said, "Tortoise lid, do you want to kill everyone?"

Snake's butt: "It's going to die, it's going to die."

Meng Fanli: "Can you do some personnel?"

Milong struggled to sit up from the river, and when he saw the cable being broken, he was still crying without tears.

While crying, Milong wailed loudly: "I will kill you, you are a shabby thing, I will kill you..."

Long Weng swung the butt of the Mauser pistol and smashed it from Meng Fan, Milong, Busai, Doubing and other cannon fodders one by one, smashing it while scolding: "Go back, go back, go back! Go back!"

"Where is your face?"

"Are you still soldiers?"

"Are you still a man?"

"Fight for bamboo rafts with refugees and women and children,"

"Why don't you die? Why don't you die?"

"Run from the northeast to Beiping, from Beiping to Xuzhou, from Xuzhou to Wuhan, from Wuhan to Changsha, and from Changsha to the border of Yunnan, haven't you run enough yet?"

"Do you want to run from Yunnan to Chongqing again?"

"Where can you run to Chongqing? Huh?"

"You can't fight the Japanese like men?"

"If you don't agree? If you don't agree, show the way a man should be."

"You are just a bunch of miscellaneous people, do you know?"

While cursing, Long Wen turned his little finger backwards: "You are just a bunch of miscellaneous people!"

"If you run any further, you will all die, and you will all be fed the fish by the Japanese in Nujiang!"

"The left and right are dead, why don't you fight with the Japanese? Anyway, they are dead, why don't you fight?"

"I don't want to die. I feel that I am still a man. I will fight me back and drive the Japanese out of the Nantian Gate! I will press you to the end!"

"Call me back and drive the Japanese out of the Nantianmen, Mom, Mom!" Long Weng yelled twice, rushed back with Mauser's pistol.

Wang Yan also turned his thumb backwards and mocked at Meng Fanya for cannon fodder, "Miscellaneous, a bunch of miscellaneous!"

After saying that, Wang Yan also carried the bayonet Li Enfield rifle and launched a charge with Long Weng.

Doubing didn't think much about it. Seeing that the Tuanzha and the camp rushed back, she rushed back with her ammunition box on her back.

"Doupan, son of the turtle, wait a moment, I have no machine gun, you can go back if you want to go back?" Yaoma cursed loudly and rushed back.

"Tortoise lid, come back!"

If you don’t have a spicy nose, you will rush back.

Milong turned around in a daze and looked at Shangguan Jieci on the bamboo raft.

Shangguan Jieci smiled slightly at Milong, then nodded vigorously, his meaning was self-evident.

Milong immediately made up his mind and rushed back with his empty hands. When passing by a cannon fodder, he snatched his Li Enfield rifle.

Then there is the snake butt, Kang Ya, the Sangmen Star...

Then, Krupp turned his head and killed him back with a fat butt.

Because there was no one who could help, Krupp took away a pebble weighing dozens of kilograms.

In the end, more than a thousand cannon fodders crowded by the river all followed and returned to the Nantian Gate.

The ferry that seemed crowded just now immediately became empty, with only a hundred overseas Chinese refugees left. Lei Baoer sat on the bamboo raft and looked at the Nantian Gate in a daze until Shangguan Jieci reached out to cover his eyes.

...

When they rushed back to the hillside, they happened to collide head-on with the Japanese who rushed down from the Nantian Gate.

Unlike Long Wen's expectation, the one who rushed down from the Nantian Gate was not the Japanese scouts, but the vanguard with a squadron of troops.

But for cannon fodders, this is no longer a difference.

Because today either the Japanese died or they died, the only one of them was destined to leave the Nantian Gate alive.

"Mom, Mom!" Long Weng roared, rushing forward while pulling the trigger, and the Mauser pistol that was pressing against his right shoulder opened fire continuously.

Even two Japanese were shot and fell to the ground.

Wang Yan also repeatedly pulled the trigger and shot one Japanese after another on the spot.

Yaoma found a small rust baton. He just raised the Bren-style light machine gun, but found that the cannon fodder in front of him blocked the shooting world, so he cursed and then charged forward.

After rushing for about ten meters, I found a second commanding height.

After mounting the machine gun this time, the shooting range was quite good, at least it would not be injured by accident.

However, a magazine was quickly finished, but when he reached out to ask for the magazine, he didn't see the bean cake.

"Bean cake? The turtle son's drip, where are you going to whisper?" Yaoma roared loudly.

He didn't call Doubing, but he attracted a Japanese man, who was holding a bayonet and stabbed.

"Dog Day." You want to thrust a roll and avoid the Japanese's sting, then swing the Bren machine gun and swept it across, and Zaomu's butt stock hit the Japanese's ankle heavily.

With a click, the Japanese man's left ankle was smashed.

"Uh..." The Japanese screamed and fell to the ground with his ankle in his arms.

Yaoma turned over and jumped up again, swung the Bren machine gun, and smashed the Japanese in the face again and again.

After more than a dozen strokes, the Japanese man's face was smashed to pieces and he stopped screaming. Only strings of blood bubbles emerged from his unrecognizable mouth and nose.
Chapter completed!