"Can that work? My father is Wu Gongyao! I am his son. I just do it when I see the little Japanese! I'm afraid he won't succeed? Fuzi, lead the way!" Look, how brave is this hairy child under ten years old? Everyone thinks Wushuang is a bit precocious, and he is probably even worse than his grandfather at that time. So, heroes come from troubled times, and without that glorious years, he can't temper the powerful Mr. Dong who was later.

Uncle Fu was also a half-aged child at that time, and he was full of energy. When he heard the young master's order, he took off his gun and ran over with the young master.

These beards have been fighting guerrillas with the Japanese in the Xing'an Mountains for many years, and are very experienced. In winter, they wear sheepskin coats, and the coats are covered with fur. When they are far away, they think they are monsters with white hair. They lie into the snow and put their heads into the snow co., but they can't see them at all.

The two of them kept observing the form. There were about twenty Japanese soldiers in this team, which were very casual. They were not quite the same as ordinary Japanese soldiers. The Japanese soldiers who surrounded them used to wear cotton shoes, but these were wearing military boots. Obviously, these Japanese soldiers were not ordinary people.

In a short while, a group of Chinese workers pulled out a trolley from the valley. The cart was full of soil. Then they poured the soil on both sides of the valley and turned over and broke it back.

"We need to repair the attack here?" Mr. Dong asked Uncle Fu.

"It's not like, young master, we'd better be careful. There are probably many Japanese here, and this is just a team. Look carefully, there seem to be several patrol teams inside. Look there are two guard posts there." Uncle Fu wanted to persuade Mr. Dong to leave quickly.

Just like a cat waiting to ambush the prey, Mr. Dong patiently hid in Xue Ke and continued to observe. Soon, the worker drove a companion out of the valley. The companion was injured or sick, his face was covered with blood, and the blood was flowing out of the seven orifices.

They were negotiating with Japanese soldiers, maybe they were asking for a doctor.

I didn't understand anything else. Anyway, the last Japanese soldier who led the lead shouted "Baga" and rushed up and stabbed the injured Chinese worker to death with a bayonet. The other two companions were not willing to be outdone. It was probably their relatives who died, so they had the courage to resist. The two of them grabbed the Japanese soldier's gun with both hands and threw him to the ground. The other Japanese wanted to shoot them, but the three of them were entangled and did not dare to shoot.

"Young master, look, someone is here. The man is carrying a samurai sword, as if he is the commander." Fukuo said, pointing to the Japanese officer walking out of the end of the valley.

Judging from the judging on his shoulder, this officer should be a colonel.

"Haha... I had to chop the Japanese's head with my own hands. Go back to show my father. I didn't let me go every time he had a combat mission!" Mr. Dong was excited. Colonel! That colonel is equivalent to a regiment-level cadre in our squadron. In Changsheng Mountain, a Japanese colonel's head can be exchanged for a hundred oceans.

"Young master, don't be impulsive, they are too many..." It's too late. How much patience can the child have? It's obvious that he is a colonel, which can satisfy his competitive spirit. In fact, there are even higher officials hidden in this valley.

Before Mr. Dong could finish his words, he pulled the trigger with a bang. The Mosinnagan spear in his hand was the Russian sniper rifle. Although Mr. Dong did not have a sniper lens, he could not hold back his gun practice all day long. The gun was to penetrate Yang with a hundred steps. A bullet roared and directly hit the Japanese colonel's forehead, causing him to splatter blood on the spot.

An alarm was immediately sounded in the valley, and a group of Japanese soldiers rushed out of the valley. They did not find anyone else to attack, so they could only shoot around in a confused manner.

Mr. Dong was even more a newborn calf, not afraid of tigers, and stood up from Xue Ke and picked up American Thompson... and thunderbolt... and thunderbolt... and thunderbolt. At that time, American Thompson had the most firepower among submachine guns. In addition, he was condescending, and with one bullet, he knocked down more than a dozen Japanese soldiers.

Uncle Fu saw that it was not good. The young master was full of energy. He did not rush to join the battle, but quickly took out the distress signal flare from his chest and fired it into the sky.

"Baga!!! Chinese? Wu Gongyao? Death!!" Mr. Dong exposed his hiding place, and all the other Japanese soldiers rushed up.

But the place where Mr. Dong and his friends hid were on the mountains and there were big trees around them. Isn’t it equivalent to dying? He changed his magazine and continued shooting, and it was all slaughtered. The blood of the Japanese dyed the snow red, and another group of Japanese fell on the way to charge.

With a loud bang, the American K2 grenade exploded behind more than fifty Japanese devils, and immediately smashed the group of Japanese devils to pieces.

"Haha...comfortable! This American play should be powerful. My mother doesn't let my father play for me. No, I have to worry about how many more I want when I go back." Mr. Dong wiped the blood from his face. These were all splashed out from the corpses of those Japanese soldiers who were blown to death.

There were not many Japanese soldiers patrolling outside the valley. After being bombarded by Mr. Dong, he had no enemies for the time being. Mr. Dong was young and frivolous, and he was about to rush down with a gun.

"Young master, don't go down, there may be many people here!" But Uncle Fu could not persuade Mr. Dong. Mr. Dong had already rolled down from the mountains.

The child didn't know what the danger on the battlefield was, so he rushed up and planned to chop the Japanese colonel's head back to seek credit. At this moment, he vaguely heard footsteps coming from the valley. Hearing the footsteps, he judged that there were at least hundreds of people on the other side, and the footsteps were heavy, and they were all carrying heavy weapons.

Bang...bang...bang...three muffled sounds came, just like the first sound of a second kick. Mr. Dong was young and didn't know what was going on. After snatching the Japanese colonel's sabre, he was about to wave his hand to chop his head.

"Young master, run away! It's a howitzer!" Uncle Fu shouted on the mountain.

Fortunately, the child who stole the door put his skills quickly. When Mr. Dong heard that it was a howitzer, he didn't dare to stay anymore. He ran back. The howitzer exploded in the valley, and shrapnel and sparks flew everywhere, and exploded in the position where Mr. Dong was standing just now. Mr. Dong covered his head and lowered his head and ran up the mountain. Before he could run two steps, a shrapnel flew into his calf. He fell down with a soothing pain.

In the yard, the three girls had long stopped jumping on rubber bands, and they all gathered up to listen to Uncle Fu's story.
Chapter completed!