Using kite-flying tactics, Song Yuanming led the "hunting team" to fight and retreat. Each team alternately covered the retreat. The pursuing Japanese team was knocked down by these difficult Chinese snipers from time to time. They wanted to use cannons.

Let's blast. The opponent's formation is loose and not gathered together at all. The artillery shells can't be used to destroy large areas, so it can only be a waste of ammunition. Use the gun. The opponent is a sniper, and his marksmanship is no worse than yours. What's more, Song Yuanming and the others are all semi-automatic.

The sniper rifles and fully automatic submachine guns were inferior to the Japanese army in terms of firepower density and duration. They could only be beaten humiliatingly, unable to think of fighting back.

The sky was gradually getting dark. After receiving a report from the Japs team chasing Song Yuanming and others, it could be said that the Japs in the surrounding strongholds were out in full force. Thousands of them were carrying torches and searching for traces of Song Yuanming and others all over the mountains and plains.

"Boss, these devils are crazy, they sent out so many people to catch us!!!" Rabbit said in surprise, but in front of a powerful enemy, any conversation was lowered. Song Yuanming laughed.

He smiled: "No, it seems that our hunter hunting team has already established its prestige, but I just don't know how much my head, Song Yuanming, is worth to the Japanese."

Although Song Yuanming spoke very lightly, his analysis was thorough and reasonable. Song Yuanming used ruthless methods to deal with the Japanese invaders, and would never pretend to uphold the terms of the Geneva Convention on preferential treatment of prisoners of war. In his hands,

There is only one fate for the Japanese soldiers - death!!! In his words, why should we use our precious food to fatten these wolves!!! His reputation has spread among the Japanese invaders. Many Japanese soldiers

They all hailed him as China's "Gun God", and even dreamed that they were shot in the head by this Chinese gun god. For a time, people in the Japanese army were panicked. Every time they set out to fight, they led the team.

Every Japanese officer would pray to their bullshit Amaterasu, praying that they would have better luck and not encounter this evil star.

A few days ago, the Supreme Commander of Japan in China, Okamura Neiji, begged Masao Sakata, Japan's "gun god", to come out. At the same time, he issued a reward notice in all Japanese-occupied areas. Whoever can take Song Yuanming's head will be rewarded with a large reward.

One hundred thousand. This price is already quite high. Few of the Kuomintang major general, brigade and division level officers can offer this price, not to mention that Song Yuanming is only a colonel and regiment level officer. If he knew his

A head is actually worth so many oceans, I don’t know how crazy I am going to be.

"Boss, there are so many devils, we..." King Tiger asked Song Yuanming for his opinion. Before he finished speaking, Song Yuanming had already waved his hand and interrupted him. After being brothers for so long, there are some words.

You can understand it after only listening to half of it. Song Yuanming let out a long breath: "Everyone, turn off the insurance of the guys in your hands. We have to sneak around these devils. There must be no fire or anything like that. There are thousands of these devils."

Everyone, there is definitely no hope in trying hard."

This is equivalent to a group of fat sheep retreating silently under the nose of the tiger. The danger is obvious. Tiger King, Rabbit and the others also know that now is not the time to fight head-on. Dongcheng and other veterans also know in their hearts that they can quickly

He turned off the safety on the rifle and submachine gun in his hands, followed Song Yuanming, and retreated quietly under the cover of night.

"Brothers, please be quiet." On a nearby mountain, in Heifeng Village, a bald man with a big scar on his face stood on a high platform and spoke loudly: "Everyone knows that we are bandits.

, a fallen grass becomes a bandit, and livelihood is quite hard to find, so I plan to lead everyone to a good future."

"What a great future for the boss, in this war-torn country, it's good to have a miserable life." A bandit said loudly.

"What are you talking about? I say that if you have a good future, you will have a good future. One of my brothers works in the Japanese security group. He recommended to the Japanese that they should incorporate us and expand us into a group.

When the time comes, I will be the leader, and you will also be able to get official positions, eat official meals, and receive salary." Although the big boss said it nicely, among the bandits present, the smarter ones could already tell that he wanted to take refuge.

Japanese are traitors!!!

"I know what you are thinking." The big boss can achieve this position and is also a good at observing people's emotions. "The officials of the National Government are also a bunch of cowards. Wang Jingwei is a good example.

"They don't care about us, the Japanese care about us. We have an official and a salary every month. This small life is a hundred times better than now." For the bandits, profit is everything, and a few are still there.

Those who are struggling between interests and conscience are so confused, and they just follow the crowd.

"Report——" A long shout came from outside the cottage, and a minion ran in quickly: "Report to the boss..."

"The big boss, I want to call the group leader. I'm so worried about what's going on. If you have anything to do, please tell me slowly." The big boss already regarded himself as a piece of cake.

"Yes, captain. A group of people came down from the mountain. Their clothes were weird, but they were fighting the Japanese before."

"Catch them first, and then go to the princes to receive the reward." The big boss said.

Let’s talk about the Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties. They retreated covertly through the steep terrain between the ridges and rushed towards Changsha City. In the dusk, the walls of Changsha City were already faintly visible.

"Stop, don't move!!!" A dozen people in civilian clothes suddenly rushed down from the hillsides on both sides. The Hanyang made in their hands pointed at Song Yuanming and the others. Song Yuanming was stunned for a moment. Who are these people? Their origins are unknown. Song Yuanming

He asked patiently: "Who are you?"

"We are the green forest heroes of Heifeng Village. Since you are here, don't think about leaving." The big boss with hundreds of people had already stopped them. Seeing that the situation was under his control, he got out of the crowd.

Get out.

"What do you mean? We are a hunter hunting team? We are a team fighting Japanese invaders. What do you want to do when you stop us?" Liu Ling in the team jumped out, came to Song Yuanming's side, and reprimanded loudly.

"It seems that I was lucky today. I actually caught the famous "Hunter Hunting Team". Then you go meet the princes, and we can probably be directly promoted to a security guard." The big boss laughed and waved his hand.

Wave, "Catch them!!!"
Chapter completed!