The long whistling and strange screams in the night sky made Wu Fei not crawl anymore. He suddenly rose up, spread his feet, and ran towards the forest, without caring about the direction he was running in was not the agreed east, but the southwest of Erma Mountain.

When a series of explosions sounded around, and the orange-red explosion flash broke Ye's black from time to time, Wu Fei finally knew what the strange scream of the long-lasting sound was. The Japanese cannons, which made the veterans of Ermashan Mountain frightened.

The left arm suddenly felt a sharp crack and tear, but Wu Fei had no time to distract himself. He knew very well that he was racing against the god of death. If he could not escape into the forest as soon as possible, sooner or later the shells would fall next to him.

Two snow-white beams of light suddenly lit up. They first searched the explosion area and then quickly locked Wu Fei in the running.

Two elliptical apertures enveloped Wu Fei in the middle, one after another, and immediately after the Japanese machine guns roared on the city tower, and the tracer ballistic shot towards him in the path of the light column.

Wu Fei dared not turn around, dared not stop, and even dared not breathe. He held the breath that finally sucked into his lungs, and rushed forward desperately. From time to time, there was mud hit by bullets beside him, and even the sound of bullets piercing through the air could be heard in his ears. He had only one thought in his mind, that was forest, rushing into forest.

The Japanese commander on the city tower looked at the Chinese running in the aperture and showed an incredible look. He couldn't believe it. The one who knocked out his six searchlights was just a boy. After confirming that there were no other armed forces outside the city, he was so angry that he issued an order to pursue. While the soldiers left the city, he directed the gunner to aim at the edge of the forest. He saw Wu Fei's intention to enter the forest.

"Swoosh!swoosh!swoosh..."

A series of strange screams came from the sky behind him, getting closer and closer to him. Wu Fei's heart was hanging. He knew that he would definitely not be able to escape the high-speed flying shells. As long as these screaming shells fell beside him, Xiao Le might not be able to save his life if he traveled to the provincial capital or even went to Tianjin Guard.

Am I going to die? At this moment, Wu Fei felt a sense of despair, and even had the idea of ​​stopping and waiting for death. The breath that was holding in his chest kept rushing around his chest, as if he was about to break out of his body. It made him want to give up immediately, but at the moment of this thought, Xiaole's shadow suddenly appeared in front of Wu Fei. She stood at the pass and looked around, waiting for her to come back safely.

I can't die! I can't die! I still have to fulfill Uncle Guo's instructions! I also have to protect Xiaole until this damn war is over!

The two thoughts collided violently in Wu Fei's mind, and in the end, Xiaole's figure standing at the pass and looking around won. The breath in his chest that had been turbid for a long time was held back.

The screams in the air passed over Wu Fei's head, and the shells did not fall next to him, as if they were missing out perfectly.

This made Wu Fei a little puzzled. Didn’t the Japanese cannon mean wherever they were? How could it be so outrageous? Under the light, the forest was already very close, and it was almost within reach. He just had to insist on rushing for twenty or thirty meters. Then no matter how powerful the Japanese cannon was, he would have no choice but to do anything to him.

No! How could the Japanese let themselves go so easily? These shells that passed over their heads were a little strange, as if they were waiting for them to rush into their landing point.

This key judgment made Wu Fei suddenly turn and rush to the right when he was about to rush into the forest. The moment the scream disappeared, he rushed towards a low-lying puddle.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

A series of sounds exploded on the edge of the woods, and the scattered shrapnel and soil were still raining mud on the edge of the forest. If Wu Fei hadn't suddenly turned to the puddle on the right, he would have become a part of the mud rain now.

The puddle was not deep, and it should have been a puddle before, but the storm of water in the past two days became this puddle. It pounced on the water, causing the explosion in front of the woods to cause harm to Wu Fei, and even the explosion sound was not so deafening.

Wu Fei, who was in urgent need of breathing, was holding his eyes in the water. If he didn't breathe, his chest would really explode. He no longer cared about exposing his target. He suddenly poked his head out of the water and took a deep breath while breathing out the turbid air. Although the breath was mixed with a lot of smoke, it still relieved the uncomfortable dullness in his chest. He didn't expect that when he was breathing, he sucked a little water droplets into his trachea, which made him cough continuously.

He climbed up the puddle with his hands and feet, laying on the edge of the pool, allowing the light of the searchlight to hit his body. Wu Fei narrowed his eyes and greedily breathed the air full of the smell of nitrification. This trip just now almost exhausted his energy.

There is no need to worry about the bullets shot by the Japanese. The puddle is a relatively low-lying place. Unless the bullets turn, they will not be able to hit him no matter how hard they are. As for the Japanese guns, if they bombard them like this, they will not be able to escape anyway. Now even if you consider these powerless things, it is useless. It is better to slow down your string that is almost broken first.

Wu Fei's thoughts to relieve his mind were soon shattered. He just lay on his back on the ground and didn't even have a single moment, and he heard the sound of footsteps in his ears. The ground was muddy, but the sound of the Japanese leather shoes was so easy to distinguish.

The Japanese have left the city, which is the worst result for Wu Fei. If he had the chance to knock out the last two searchlights just now, he believed that the Japanese would never dare to come out in the dark. But now, it is too late to say anything, so it can only be the last way: run!

Fortunately, my shoes were thrown away on the way back, and it didn't matter if my body was wet. However, the wound on my left arm was always painful. It was scratched by grenade fragments. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, but it was even more painful after being touched with water.

The Japanese guns were not firing again, perhaps because the infantry chased out of the city, and they were also afraid of hurting their own people. This also gave Wu Fei a chance, allowing him to run into the forest smoothly.

Hiding behind the tree, he saw dozens or hundreds of Japanese soldiers following into the woods from the aperture of the searchlight. The bright bayonet shone dazzlingly under the searchlight.

Just a few people want to catch me in the woods? It’s ridiculous. I won’t play with you to death!

Wu Fei was so playful, which was unimaginable in the past. Perhaps this skill that Uncle Guo taught him gave him extremely confident.

The muzzle stretched out from behind the tree, aiming at a Japanese man carrying a plaster flag on the muzzle, and shot it. While knocking over the Japanese man, he rushed out like an agile fox.
Chapter completed!