On a slope, the soldiers of the secret service battalion were guarding a dangerous area and were shooting at the Japs under the slope. At the same time, they shouted to Chang Ming who was hiding behind two trees below the slope. At this time,
He was the only one left beside Chang Ming, and the few soldiers who followed him to resist the Japanese pursuers had all died.
There were too many Japanese troops, and Chang Ming and his group only had a few people, so they couldn't resist them, so they could only retreat while fighting, hoping to delay the attack in time.
However, the Japs kept pursuing them and seemed to have determined that they were already in the bag. Moreover, along the way, the Japs became more and more skillful in cooperating and followed closer and closer. Their combat effectiveness was obviously much enhanced.
Chang Ming rolled over, then dodged to a tree next to him, then pulled off the grenade from his waist, bit off the spark plug from his mouth, and threw it away.
With a bang, the grenade exploded, and several Japanese soldiers who were not far behind them all flew out in all directions and fell to the ground motionless.
"Hehe, I've made a profit now." Chang Ming spat out the sand in his mouth, and then grinned, "The little devil seems to be using us as a whetstone. Well, I will take the opportunity to kill a few more of you.
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Anyway, Cui San had already led the way, leading Commissioner Tang and the others out of the swamp. The remaining soldiers were willing to stay to support him, so Battalion Commander Chang Ming had no worries and decided to open up to the Japs.
Have a fight.
He has always said that the Japs are powerful, but he is still unconvinced, so this time he must take a good look at the Japs to see if they are really as powerful as the legend says.
Da da da da, I have to say that the equipment of the secret service camp is pretty good. The higher-ups may have felt uneasy about pushing Tang Yao out as a scapegoat, so this time the secret service camp also took advantage of it, and all the equipment was replaced with new equipment.
German submachine guns, new helmets, new military uniforms, and even enough bullets and supplies.
As a result, everyone in the secret service camp was as happy as the Chinese New Year.
Under the suppression of the four machine guns deployed by the spy camp on the edge of the slope, Chang Ming rolled and climbed up the hillside, jumped into the temporary dug fortification, and then leaned against the tunnel wall and gasped, "Grandma's
, this little devil is simply haunting."
"Batalion Commander, what should we do?" Beside him, the soldiers from the special agent battalion who were guarding the area turned to look at him while shooting.
Chang Ming grabbed the submachine gun of a fallen soldier and stood up, lying on the wall of the trench, and then shouted, "What to do, take it with the Japanese, either they will die or we will die."
Thinking of this, Chang Ming turned around and shouted behind him, "Have you received any news from Cui San and others?"
"No, battalion commander." A communications soldier shouted while holding the radio. He kept contacting Cui San and the others, but could never reach them.
Chang Ming couldn't help but frowned and thought to himself, "Did something happen to Cui San and the others? Ordinarily they shouldn't have."
At this moment, a soldier covered in blood rushed over from a distance, rolling and crawling, and cried from a distance, "Batalion Commander, he is dead, Battalion Commander, he is dead."
Chang Ming was so angry that he slapped him in the face with a big ear-scratcher, and then cursed angrily, "You really deserve to be beaten, I'll be the one to die."
Only then did the soldier realize his slip of the tongue. While wiping the sweat from his face, he corrected himself and said, "Batalion Commander, it's not you who died, but Cui San."
What, Cui San is dead? This sentence was so shocking that Chang Ming couldn't help but froze there. Then he hurriedly lowered his head and avoided a burst of fire from the enemy on the opposite side, and a soldier beside him
He didn't react and was hit by a bullet.
Chang Ming couldn't believe his ears. He originally thought that with Cui San, a local expert here, he would definitely be able to take Tang Yao out, but Cui San died first.
Thinking of this, Chang Ming grabbed the soldier's arm, shook it and asked, "What about Commissioner Tang? Is he okay?"
"I don't know. We were separated from him, and we just knew that he went westward alone." The soldier cried and shouted.
Chang Ming slapped him to the ground, then grabbed his submachine gun and shouted at the remaining soldiers, "One row and two rows stay, the rest follow me."
Except for the few people in the first and second platoons who stayed where they were and continued to block the enemy, the remaining seven or eight people followed Chang Ming and got up and ran along the hillside towards the place where Cui San and the others had the accident.
This is a depression outside the swamp. It is surrounded by wormwood, which is more than half a person tall. It is dense and lush. The depression is filled with water plants and knee-deep sewage.
Tang Yao stood in the middle of the depression, his injured leg fixed by a tree stick, allowing him to stand up straight.
There is only one bullet left in the pistol, which he kept specially for himself.
Around him, Japanese soldiers were everywhere in the depression. They raised their rifles and pointed them at Tang Yao in the depression, waiting for orders from the officers above.
The two sides faced each other at a distance in the depression, and neither one spoke first.
As the crowd moved, the Japs stepped aside and exited an alley, and then a Japs squadron leader walked in wearing big riding boots.
Tang Yao raised his head and glanced at the Japanese commander, then put his hand into his pocket, fumbled around, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
Tang Yao lit the lighter with a snap, lit the cigarette between his lips and teeth, then casually threw the lighter into the sewage, then reached out to pinch the cigarette and took a strong puff.
In the darkness of the depression, a small fire flickered for a moment, then dimmed again.
The Japanese squadron leader held his sword in his hand, stood still, then raised his head and looked across, staring at the tall man covered in blood.
As if he didn't expect that the other party could still maintain such composure in this situation, the Japanese squadron leader was slightly startled, and then said, "Your avatar, we guarantee your safety."
Tang Yao took a deep breath from the cigarette, then blew out the smoke, and then smiled coldly, "My life is here. If you little devils want it, just come and get it yourself."
"Okay, you are a hero worthy of the respect of your opponent." The Japanese squadron leader nodded, then stretched out his hand and raised it high, "Ready to shoot."
"That's right. It's time for me to have a good time. Why are you so annoying?" Tang Yao laughed loudly, threw the cigarette aside, then raised his pistol and pointed it at his head.
Then he yelled, "But how could I die in the hands of you bastards? If I die, I will die in my own hands."
With his finger on the trigger, Tang Yao suddenly realized that he was no longer afraid of death. He glared at the Japs on the opposite side, and then smiled, "Little Japs, sooner or later you will go back to the island country."
Bang——, a gunshot was heard, but it was not fired by Tang Yao.
The Japanese squadron leader fell to the ground, and then there was a bloody hole in his head. He lost his life before he even had time to struggle.
What happened? All the Japanese soldiers were stunned. They looked around to find the shooter.
"Over the head!" Finally, a Japanese soldier found the direction of the shooting and raised his head to look up.
Tang Yao also looked up, and found that there seemed to be a dark shadow in the clouds above his head that was rapidly lowering, and in the blink of an eye he could see it clearly.
It was a camouflage-colored helicopter. It looked a bit huge, but it was not clumsy at all. Instead, it was as nimble as a swallow. The propellers were rotating at high speed, and the rumbling sound of the engine could also be heard.
"It's them!"
Tang Yao felt a chill in his heart. He naturally knew who was coming, and couldn't help but sigh that he couldn't choose a way to die even if he wanted to.
The helicopter was rapidly lowering its altitude. At the open door, Li Yang held a sniper rifle and looked at Tang Yao below with a responsible expression.
He had fired the shot just now, and it was said that he personally saved Tang Yao, his biggest enemy.
So Li Yang's mood was a bit complicated at this moment, and he couldn't explain what it was like.
But he has no regrets, at least at this moment he knows his heart clearly.
Beside him, Yan Shuangying held a Vulcan minigun, pointing the muzzle at the Japanese soldiers below. He turned and smiled at Li Yang, "It's time to start work."
Only then did Li Yang come to his senses, quickly raised the sniper rifle in his hand, and pointed it at the machine gunner outside the Japs crowd below.
The sniper rifle and the minigun fired together, and the bullets were extremely accurate. One after another, the Japanese fell to the ground, and the Japanese who were swept by the minigun looked like they had been hit by samarium. The wheat fell one by one.
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The Japs were stunned. Although they had the advantage in numbers, their firepower was completely unequal. The machine gunners were pulled out one by one, while the remaining people were helpless with the iron dragonfly and could only become targets for beatings.
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With the firing of machine guns, more and more Japanese soldiers fell. Finally, some people began to collapse. They turned around and fled back, completely ignoring the military regulations of the Japanese army.
Originally there were some Japanese who wanted to resist, but when they saw several helicopters identical to the first one appearing in the sky, everyone turned around and ran away without saying a word.
With so many helicopters, a fool would stand there as a target, and the Japanese would know when to give up.
As the Japanese retreated, the depression disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only Tang Yao standing there.
The pistol in his hand was still raised by his head, pointed at his temple, but Tang Yao's attention had been drawn to the helicopters that were slowly descending from the sky.
At the hatch of the helicopter, Li Yang's stern face was revealed, and he sneered at Tang Yao:
"Long time no see, Director Tang Yao!"
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