Heiwa ran so hard that he was out of breath. It was already noon when he arrived at the rocky beach. He found Shitou and told the white-haired bear what had happened. The white-haired bear said in surprise: "What? The Japanese went to Yingchoujian? They didn't
Have you entered Changchun?"
Liu Wu thought for a while: "These Japanese are really clever. They don't fall into the trap we laid for them, but they come to dig out our escape!"
Hei Wa said anxiously: "Don't be sad, hurry up, the eldest brother only has a few dozen brothers, it's more important to save people!"
White-haired Bear waved his hand, and all the minions jumped out from their hiding places, and followed White-haired Bear and others in a hurry to Yingchou Stream. There are dozens of miles of mountain road from the rocky beach to Yingchou Stream. Even if you want to go faster, you can't go fast.
The sun had passed overhead. Liu Wu stopped Yu Mu and said, "I think we might be late, so let's do this! Brother Shi and Master Bai and I will continue to go to Yingchou Stream, while Yu Mu and Zou Kai will lead some people back.
Look home, don’t let anything happen at home!"
The white-haired bear nodded: "Yes! That's the truth, then hurry up, it was me who harmed my brother. Come here, the third brother, you can bring a few people to lead the way to Brother Yu Mu and find the nearest way!"
Ma Xingkong had to take a shot and change places. The Japanese were just waiting for them to shoot. As soon as he fired, he was immediately attacked by artillery shells and bullets. Several brothers were killed in this way.
The battle started at noon and lasted for almost an hour. Thirty-four Japanese died, and twenty or thirty of my own brothers died.
Ma Xingkong looked at the gun in his hand. The barrel was already a little red, and there was a danger of exploding the barrel if he continued to shoot it. But he couldn't care so much, so he could only bear it. The same was true for Mu Yunchen.
, there are not many people left. They are all gritting their teeth. Behind them is an open space. Once the Japanese pass by, they can go straight to Heixiazi Ditch. In that case, their nest will be really finished.
Asahara Maara continued to organize his troops to attack. There was only the word "attack" in his dictionary. The wound on his arm was bandaged, and blood could be seen faintly on the outside of the bandage. Asahara Maara leaned on his sword and looked at the mountains.
Judging from the sound of gunshots, there were at most twenty people on the mountain. He didn't believe that these twenty people alone could stop an attack by a squadron of his and heavy weapons.
"Attack! Attack!" Asahara Maara brandished his sword and shouted at the top of his lungs. Light and heavy machine guns and mortars went into battle together, causing bursts of smoke to rise from the cliff. Asahara Maara had already thought about it, he must see it.
Look at what kind of army there is on the cliff, dozens of people can hold them back for more than an hour.
When the towering cliffs blocked the last ray of the sun, the battle that lasted all afternoon came to an end. Ma Xingkong tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes, tightened the wound on his thigh, and bit
He gritted his teeth and stared at the situation below. This was already his third gun. The previous two had already been broken. Looking at the body lying at his feet, Ma Xingkong stretched out a hand to open the brother's eyes.
Close it slowly.
There was a sneer on Asahara's lips. He walked at the front of the team, grabbing the grass and small trees and slowly climbing up the mountain. When he was approaching the top of the mountain, he met a corpse in tatters not far away. Asahara's body was not far away.
Huang looked carefully. All of these people had been shot in the front, and their wounds were many and complex. Some were caused by mortar fragments, machine gun bullets, rifle bullets, and even scratches from thorny plants.
Broken wounds.
"Major, what should we do with these corpses? They have killed many of our warriors!"
Asahara Maara breathed out: "Get it down and bury it! They are also warriors! They deserve our respect!"
The grass suddenly moved, and there was a gunshot. A soldier walking in front of Asahara Mahara fell to the ground. "Bang! Bang! Ta da da..." A series of gunshots rang out. A pile of dead grass in front of the Japanese army
They were beaten and broken one after another. Ma Xingkong lay motionless on the ground, with several more wounds on his arms and cheeks.
As soon as the gunfire stopped, a Japanese man immediately pounced on Ma Xingkong. Ma Xingkong lay quietly. The Japanese soldier kicked Ma Xingkong twice. Seeing that Ma Xingkong didn't react at all, he held the gun and tried to flip Ma Xingkong with one foot.
Come over. Just as Ma Xingkong's face was revealed, a bayonet plunged deeply into the Japanese's chest.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..., click, click, click..., boom!" A violent explosion came from down the mountain. A large group of disheveled bandits suddenly broke into Yingchou Stream, and when they saw the Japanese soldiers, they rushed to kill them. In an instant,
The Japanese mortar position was declared lost, and all the artillerymen were killed or sighted. The remaining Japanese soldiers were relying on the buildings to fight back. The good situation took a 180-degree turn.
"What's going on?" Asahara Maara asked.
Bing Cao glanced down the mountain and said hurriedly: "Oh no, hundreds of people came from nowhere and are rushing to kill our people. They are so many and are so vicious that they seem to be unable to withstand it!"
"Baga!" Asahara said angrily: "What do guards do for food? Take that guy down the mountain, quickly!"
As the saying goes, it is easier to go up the mountain than to go down. Ma Xingkong used his last bit of strength to kill the Japanese soldier. He thought he would definitely die today, but unexpectedly, he looked up to the sky and roared: "Hahahaha..., kill! Kill all these Japanese soldiers."
dog!"
Shitou was in full swing when he suddenly heard Ma Xingkong's laughter. Knowing that Ma Xingkong was still alive, he was overjoyed. He grabbed two big stones on the ground and used them as hammers.
They were wounded. The Japanese soldiers were killed and retreated steadily. They could only huddle in a hut in the middle of the village and hold on to each other.
He threw a few stones to no avail. The white-haired bear smiled and said, "Light a fire and burn them all to death if they don't come out!"
A puff of thick smoke rose, and the screams of Japanese soldiers were immediately heard. Asahara, who was still halfway up the mountain, was on the verge of collapse. A soldier from a squadron was beaten like this in a battle. If this is the case
When we go back, we have no choice but to commit seppuku to apologize to His Majesty the Emperor. It is better to fight these Chinese people and die with some dignity.
A dozen injured Japanese soldiers were dragged out of the house by a few bandits and asked: "Master, what should I do with these guys?"
The white-haired bear took one look and said, "Kill him!"
The bright ghost-headed sword had been raised. Then a bad Chinese voice was heard shouting: "Stop! Save someone under the sword!"
There was the sound of a bolt being pulled and a bullet being loaded. Shitou pointed his gun at the place where the sound came from and shouted: "Who? Come out!"
Ma Xingkong was in front, Asahara Maara grabbed Ma Xingkong's back collar with one hand, hid behind Ma Xingkong evasively, and walked out from the hiding place.