"Thank you! Brother, please lead the way!" Yang Bing stopped, thanked him, pulled the panting Zhang Hui, and stepped aside to let the man pass first.

The man said loudly: "Thank you for what? As long as it's someone who fights Japanese invaders, I'll help him." After that, he ran away.

Yang Bing took Zhang Hui's hand, led everyone, and ran with the man.

After running for a long time, there is no way to go.

It was dark in the deep mountains, and many people's clothes were torn by branches and thorns, and some even had blood scraped by the thorns.

Yang Bing and others followed the man into the woods. The night was as dark as ink. They ran for a while, then got into the thorn bushes.

The man and the group of savages took off their sickles one after another, chopped thorns and thorns, walked in the dark for a while, and then entered a canyon.

Mountain streams, the sound of gurgling water, the air is fresh, and there is no smell of gunpowder smoke.

The leading man led the group and ran along a small stream flowing from west to east for a while. They stopped when they heard no gunfire or howling of the Japanese behind them.

He shouted: "Get rid of the Japanese, brothers, take a rest. Gouwa, Turtle, light the torches."

After saying that, he sat down on a square stone and gasped for air.

"Huhuhu...huhu...dong dong dong..."

Yang Bing, Zhang Hui and others, as well as the group of ragged people, were all out of breath. Not only were they breathing loudly, but their heartbeats were also beating loudly.

The torches were lit and there was no Japanese interference. This time, everyone could clearly see each other's figure and face.

The man headed by the other party is very rugged, with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a shaggy beard. He is quite energetic and about thirty years old. Next to him, the man who seems to be second in status is relatively thin and about twenty years old.

They were six or seven years old. Both of them were dressed in tatters and had disheveled faces.

Yang Bing noticed that when they were fighting the Japs just now, the woman between the two men, who was also holding a steel knife in one hand and a "bastard box" in the other, was actually a girl.

She is about twenty-one or twelve years old, with a round face, big eyes, short hair that reaches her ears, fair skin, and a clear image. Although her clothes are patched, her simple makeup cannot hide her temperament.

At this moment, she was sitting on a stone in the stream, very quiet, not breathing heavily like the others. There was a book bag hanging on her shoulder, which seemed to contain books.

She is as light as a chrysanthemum and as elegant as an orchid.

Her beauty is an intellectual beauty.

The breeze is gentle and the firelight is swaying.

Yang Bing stood looking around for a while, sizing up the pretty girl, then walked up to the leading man, saluted him with a military salute, and asked: "May I ask, brother, are you a New Fourth Army guerrilla? What is your surname? Which column of the New Fourth Army do you belong to?

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"Hey, what kind of guerrillas are we? We are from the Wolf Killing Village, but we are not bandits. We have not robbed the people's things. We only kill Japanese devils. Oh, my name is Zeng Zhong, the leader of the Wolf Killing Village. This is

This is my brother, called Zhuo Yong, the leader of the second village. Well, the girl in the creek is the leader of the third village, and she is also ours.

Female Zhuge, her name is Xiang Yuchan. Oh, she is a talented girl from Jinling University. Hey, you are from the Dragon City defenders, right? Just now, was it you who blew up the Japanese artillery position? Yes! It was you! The grenade was thrown quite accurately.

"." The big man at the head was very bold and told the truth truthfully, and introduced his two partners to Yang Bing.

When he said this, Zhuo Yong quickly stood up.

The girl in the stream walked towards Yuchan and towards Yang Bing.

The soldiers on both sides looked at the leaders of both sides quietly.

After Zeng Zhong said that, he took a closer look at Yang Bing to check the hero in his mind who bombed the Japanese artillery positions.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Zeng!" Yang Bing knew what he was saying and admired Zeng Zhong's character, so he stretched out his hand to shake hands with Zeng Zhong.

"Hello, hello!" Zeng Zhong seemed a little flattered and held one of Yang Bing's hands with both hands.

Yang Bing gently parted his hand and said: "Yes! We are from the 189th Division of the National Army. It has only been two days since we took over the defense of Longcheng. However, due to continuous bombardment by Japanese planes and artillery shells, our division suffered heavy losses.

,So, Master ordered me...oh, I am

Division Commander Zhang Shicheng's adjutant and guard captain Yang Bing ordered me to lead the guards out of the city to attack the Japanese artillery positions. By the way, my brothers and I also killed the Japanese supreme commander, Colonel Zuo Zuobin. Alas, it is a pity that in

After these brothers and I left the city..."

At this point, Yang Bing pointed to Zhao Ziming, Tieshuan and others, and continued: "Wei Xiong, the chief of staff of our division, launched a mutiny... The division commander was accidentally shot and died... Now, we are homeless..."

Speaking of this, Yang Bing choked with sobs and her eyes turned red.

"What?" Zhuo Yong asked in shock.

"That deceased is your Mr. Zhang?" Xiang Yuchan was much smarter. She pointed to Zhang Shicheng's body not far away and asked Yang Bing.

"Bah! Damn it, everyone is responsible for the national calamity. Even we ordinary people know this, why doesn't the man named Wei understand? Such a traitor, find an opportunity to kill him and hang his body in the city

Show it to the public on the gate tower." Zeng Zhong yelled at Wei Xiong, swearing a lot, but his rough words revealed simple patriotism.

"Damn it, the thief surnamed Wei wants to take refuge with Wang Jingwei. He is a member of some low-key club. He wants to lead the surviving officers and soldiers of our division to surrender to the Japanese. What the hell..." Zhong Ming took over the conversation and cursed Wei.

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Xiang Yuchan understood. Just now Zeng Zhong said that she was a talented woman from Jinling University.

She walked lightly towards Zhang Shicheng's body.

Zeng Zhong and Zhuo Yong looked at the bell with dumbfounded eyes, because there were some words that Zeng Zhong and Zhuo Yong could not understand, especially the words "curve to save the country" and "low-key club", which were quite unfamiliar to these mountain men.

"Adjutant Yang, lead our brothers, sneak back to the city, and kill the man named Wei." The butcher shouted immediately.

"Yes! Sneak back to the city and kill the man named Wei to avenge our master." The monk also shouted.

The remaining members of the guard stood up with their guns drawn.

Zhang Hui was extremely sad and had a hot temper. At this time, she was also very impulsive. She pulled out the golden revolver and cried out: "Brothers, let's go, sneak back to the city, and avenge my father."

"No, no, no, no... Ah Hui, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. Listen to me..." Yang Bing was shocked and hurriedly jumped to stop Zhang Hui, reaching out to hold down her golden revolver.

Hearing the sound, Xiang Yuchan suddenly turned around and walked towards Zhang Hui and Yang Bing.

Zhang Hui roared, scolded Yang Bing, and asked: "Yang, what do you mean? Didn't you just admit your father? Why didn't you take the initiative to avenge him? Why did you stop me and my brothers from avenging us?"
Chapter completed!