"No, I can't die in the hands of the devil like this."
The figures of his mother, wife and children flashed through Ding Xingyuan's mind, and the blood in his chest suddenly boiled, and he suddenly let out a low roar from his throat.
His arms subconsciously scratched on the ground, and suddenly he grabbed a hard object. He immediately realized that it was a stone, and hurriedly tried to pick it up, but because of the cold weather, the stone was firmly frozen by the ice and snow.
It was on the ground, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pick up the stone.
There was a suffocating feeling in his throat, and the Japs' arms were like iron pliers, tightly holding his neck, making him feel as if his head and chest were about to explode, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.
Finally, the stone in his hand loosened for a moment, and then he caught it in his hand. Already in a semi-conscious state, he almost subconsciously moved his arm and hit the devil on the back of the head.
With a snap, the devil's body suddenly straightened up, and then his eyes began to blur, and the force holding Ding Xingyuan weakened, and he fell backwards.
His neck suddenly felt much more relaxed, and the cold and moist air suddenly poured into his throat, causing Ding Xingyuan to choke and cough violently, but he could finally breathe smoothly.
"What a stupid little devil!"
Looking down, Ding Xingyuan immediately saw the Japanese soldier who had fallen to the ground after being hit by his stone. He struggled to get up and stretched out his fingers to check his breathing, and found that he had just fainted and was not dead.
Without any hesitation, Ding Xingyuan picked up the dropped sharp knife and pierced it into the heart of the Jaap Bing with his backhand. He was an old hunter in the mountains and was very familiar with the vital parts of various animals, including natural people.
Pulling out the sharp knife, Ding Xingyuan wiped the blood on the Japs, and then he breathed out, "Mom, Sui'er, Xiaotian, I killed another Japs for you."
Just when he stood up from the ground, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, mixed with the shouts of the Japanese. Ding Xingyuan immediately realized that the fight just now must have alerted the Japanese, and they came to check.
Ding Xingyuan jumped up from the ground and ran towards the woods in the distance. He knew that there was no way he could stay in this place and he had to stay away from this area.
As soon as he ran more than ten meters away, the Japanese screamed from behind, and then gunshots rang out. The bullets hit the snow beside him, splashing a cloud of snow mist.
Ding Xingyuan hunched over and ran wildly on the snow like a civet cat. His route was not a straight line, but erratic, with no rules to follow. The Japanese were not sure how he was going to move forward, and several shots failed.
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After firing several shots without hitting the target, the Japanese became anxious, put away their rifles, ran back, and plunged into the Type 89 tank.
The tanks rumbled, and then the three Type 89 tanks at the front started quickly, turned around and rushed towards Ding Xingyuan. The remaining tanks turned towards the road down the hillside, seemingly planning to
Go around and intercept in front.
For a moment, the hillside was in chaos. The Japanese chariot was speeding forward like crazy, following Ding Xingyuan in pursuit.
The hillsides in this area are all gentle. Although there are some trees growing on the hillsides, they are not very tall and relatively sparse. Ding Xingyuan simply cannot use them to get rid of the Japanese chariots that are following behind.
Running wildly along the way, the blocking trees were knocked to the ground by them, and the speed of the rampage had no effect.
Ding Xingyuan was running wildly in front. He knew that if the Japanese tank behind him caught up with him, he would definitely die. Not to mention the tank gun, even the machine gun on it would be enough to tear his body apart.
"Hurry up, hurry up, there is a steep hillside more than a mile ahead, with a large forest on top. As long as I get there, I will be safe." Ding Xingyuan roared in his heart, while running forward with all his strength.
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However, the sound of the motor behind him was getting closer and closer. It was a bit vague at first, but now it could be heard very clearly. Ding Xingyuan had no choice but to run forward as hard as he could without even having time to look back.
"boom!"
The Japanese finally fired, and a shell roared over and landed on the ground about seven or eight meters away from his right and rear. Then it exploded, and a violent blast swept over him, blowing away the leather hat on his head.
Got out.
Ding Xingyuan's heart trembled, and he subconsciously accelerated his speed again, hoping to escape from this dangerous situation as soon as possible.
The Japanese chariot fired again, and the shells fell next to him again. This time the blast flipped it over to the ground and rolled it far away.
With the momentum of the roll, Ding Xingyuan jumped up from the ground and ran forward with all his strength.
The Japanese tank followed closely behind him. A Japanese soldier stuck his head out from the turret of the tank, grabbed the machine gun on it, and pressed the trigger while grinning.
Click, click, click, the machine gun sound resounded through the mountain forest. The machine gun on the Japanese Type 89 tank spurted out dazzling tongues of flame, and the arc-shaped fan-shaped lights trailing long white tails rushed towards Ding Xingyuan in front.
With a series of pop-pop sounds, Ding Xingyuan's cotton trousers were punched with a series of holes, almost destroying his successor, and he couldn't help but tremble.
"Zhina pig, run, run!" Holding a machine gun in his hand, the Japanese soldier stared at the running Ding Xingyuan with the eyes of a cat teasing a mouse. The bullets kept swiping around him, and they were all vulnerable to hits.
Yes, but it didn't hurt him.
It must be said that this machine gunner was very skilled in shooting, and he could still maintain such accuracy in such a shaking environment. The bullets made Ding Xingyuan very embarrassed, and he had to make some unconventional movements to avoid the bullets from time to time.
By this time, many of Ding Xingyuan's movements were made out of instinct, and his brain could no longer keep up with his movements.
Suddenly, Ding Xingyuan suddenly stopped and stood there, staring blankly at the steep hillside opposite, because where we were, several Japanese Type 89 tanks were lined up one after another, waiting for his arrival.
Looking down the hillside to the left, Ding Xingyuan couldn't help showing a look of despair. On the road under the hillside, there were also three Japanese Type 89 tanks parked. The machine guns and tank guns on the turrets were all ready.
As long as he rushes there, he will probably become a target immediately.
Behind him, the three Japanese chariots that were chasing them also slowly stopped. Behind the three machine guns on them were three Japanese soldiers, and the black muzzles of the guns were already pointed at themselves.
"Run, China Pig, run quickly, why don't you run?" the Japanese soldier on the chariot shouted in Japanese, while looking at the Chinese man wearing an old sheepskin coat with playful eyes.
When he decided to leave the Third Company, Ding Xingyuan changed into the clothes of the Northeastern Army. He did not want to cause trouble with Captain Jiao Xuefei and others because of his decision, so the Japanese could not see any signs of the Northeastern Army on him.
As for rifles, medium and formal rifles like these are everywhere and are not unusual at all, so there is no need for him to hide them and he still carries them on his back.
Listening to the Japanese's shouts, Ding Xingyuan's eyes flashed with anger. He did not say a word, but expressed his anger in silence.
Now that he has entered a desperate situation, surrounded by Japanese chariots on three sides, and the remaining side is still a steep and smooth mountain wall, he has no time to climb up, and the only thing waiting for him may be a fight to the end.
Reaching out to touch the rifle on his back, Ding Xingyuan prepared to give the Japanese a final try.
"Bang!"
A shrill sound of gunfire suddenly rang out on a nearby hillside. Following the sound of the gunshot, the Japanese machine gunner in a car behind him fell down and fell under the tank.
This sudden change made both Guizi and Ding Xingyuan a little stunned. They didn't know what happened, so they looked around with blank eyes.
At this time, the gunfire rang out again, and the sound was loud. With every gunshot, one of the machine gunners on the Japanese tank fell down, and in the blink of an eye, there was no one left on the tank.
At this time, the Japanese also realized that something was wrong. They twisted the chariot and began to look for sniper targets on the hillside. However, the hillside was very quiet. Apart from the gunfire they just heard, they could not see any unusual movement.
"What a great concealment!" Ding Xingyuan has been hunting in the mountains all year round, so ambush is inevitable. He is quite proficient in the art of stealth and concealment, but with his eyesight and experience, he can't even find where the person who shot just now is hiding.
, which surprised him very much.
"Boom boom boom!"
The Japanese tanks did not find their target. They could no longer keep their composure, and the tank guns began to fire wildly, hitting the places on the hillside where people might be hiding.
Their random bombing did not achieve their goal, but it seemed to annoy the people on the hillside. With a few gunshots, the two tanks at the front of the hillside instantly burst into flames and turned into a big torch.
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"not good!"
The Japanese chariot driver was shocked. They originally relied on the armor of the chariot, but they didn't expect that the opponent actually had armor-piercing bullets, and they were high-explosive armor-piercing bullets. If they stayed any longer, they would probably be barbecued.
The few remaining Type 89 tanks turned around and ran towards the road down the mountain. They planned to join up with those tanks and leave here quickly.
However, the people on the hillside had no intention of letting them leave like this. As they heard gunshots, the Japanese's Type 89 tanks burst into flames one after another, turning into large torches.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the three chariots at the foot of the hillside turned around and ran away, not even caring about their companions on the hillside, intending to escape from this place of death as soon as possible.
A figure jumped up from the hillside, seemingly carrying something long and whirring in its hand, crossed to the edge of the hillside, and then lifted the thing.
"You bastard little devil, I'll give you something good to try!" As a rough voice sounded, a stream of white smoke roared out from the long pipe and went straight to the location of the three tanks.
With a bang, a cloud of smoke covering more than thirty square meters enveloped the place, and then quickly dissipated. After the smoke disappeared, the three Type 89 tanks were beyond recognition and turned into a pile of scrap metal.
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Ding Xingyuan was dumbfounded. He had never imagined that there were such powerful weapons. The chariots used to fight the Japanese were as good as those made of paper. There were three of them at once.
At this time, a group of figures stood up on the hillside, as if they suddenly appeared from the ground. They quickly slid down the hillside and arrived in front of Ding Xingyuan in the blink of an eye.
The leader was a tall man with colorful camouflage on his face, a snow camouflage special combat uniform on his body, and an automatic rifle in his hand. He looked very tough.
"Hello, I'm Luo Xiao!" The big man looked at Ding Xingyuan, smiled and stretched out his right hand.