After falling from an altitude of more than 3,000 meters, no one thought that Stick and Zou Jiahui could still be alive. However, in fact, just after the Unity Brigade team retreated to Bobie, Guo Kui tasked Gu Youliang and others to start preparing for the mourning of Stick and Zou Jiahui. At the time of the meeting, they were still fighting to the death with forty-eight heroes in the tropical jungle adjacent to the Gulf of Thailand.
After a week of pursuit and sniping, nineteen of the sixty-seven heroes were killed by Zou Jiahui and the stick. Now, Zou Jiahui and the stick with a broken left leg were out of ammunition and exhausted, and the two had to face death head-on. Come,
In an unknown river valley in Chachoengsao City, about a hundred kilometers away from Popet, in a hollow among a pile of rocks, Zou Jiahui and Stick were sitting back to back, with half a piece of snake meat in their hands, chewing and swallowing hard. A Thai man There is no shortage of fruits throughout the year, but fruits alone cannot support the energy consumption of large-scale exercise. Fish, snake meat, and cassava tubers have become necessary intakes. Even if it is difficult to swallow, they will force themselves to swallow some every day.
"Even if I can go back alive, my left leg is useless, so what's the point of living? Zou Hei, I will attract the attention of the Japanese later, and you are ready to swim across the river." He threw a piece of snake bone in his hand. Drop it, Stick, who was sweating profusely, said with great effort,
"Don't even think about when we Langya will abandon our comrades, save your energy and talk less, and kill two more Japs." Zou Jiahui said a little viciously,
When he was still on the banyan tree, the stick allowed Zou Jiahui to escape alone, but no matter how willing Zou Jiahui was to do it, ordinary troops in the student army were warned not to abandon a comrade until the last moment. As the most elite wolf in the student army, Ya, how could he do such a thing?
Stick said angrily: "Zou Hei, do you want me to die without being able to rest in peace?"
"Nonsense, if I leave you alone now, you will really live in peace. Well, you should feel honored to have me as your companion on the road to hell. Keep up your strength. Don't let the devils touch you." I don’t even have the strength,.”
"Zou Hei." The anger faded away like a tide, and emotion came to his heart. Stick shouted emotionally, with tears overflowing from his eyes,
Zou Jiahui pursed his lips tightly, but refused to say anything else. He used a dagger to repair a branch about two meters long, trimming off the side branches and sharpening one end.
Stick struggled to move his body, looked up at the sky, looked at the sun that had turned red, and prayed silently: God, please hurry up and let it get dark.
Zou Jiahui and Sticky had a hard time escaping, and the pursuit of the heroes was not easy either. The heroes were all chased from the Bangkok military airport. At the beginning, they were just a small team to check the crash situation of the fighter plane at the order of Mr. Suzuki. They had a lucky hope that "China" It is naturally a luxury to hope that the "Representative of China" can survive the catastrophe. After realizing the punishment he will bear after the death of the "Representative of China", and then knowing the identity of Zou Jiahui, once he thinks about being overthrown by Zou Jiahui in an fair and just way, Many of the heroes of the Suzuki brigade were so ashamed and angry that once they discovered the traces of Wolf Fang, they immediately chased them down desperately.
Two teams of Xiongfeng participated in the pursuit. A week passed. The two wolves were still on the run, but Xiongfeng killed nineteen of them. The feeling of humiliation in the hearts of Xiongfeng became stronger and stronger. At the same time, they also felt faintly afraid. They chased for a week. , they have figured out the details of the two fangs, and there is a seriously injured person among them. If both fangs are intact, how many people will they fall, and can they still catch them?
After absorbing enough experience and lessons, the leader of the Langya Squadron, a captain named Nishikawa Kenho, changed his strategy and organized the remaining Xiongfeng into a group of three to start the search, and strictly ordered them not to act rashly after discovering Langya, and must at least Only if we gather more than ten people,
Zou Jiahui was worthy of being a martial arts practitioner. He had great physical strength and could run as fast as flying while carrying a stick. He escaped from the enemy's encirclement time and time again. However, at this moment, he finally lost his physical strength and could only choose to lurk temporarily. dark,
Finding a suitable hiding place is definitely a technical job. For example, the pile of rocks where they are hiding now will never be found if they don't get closer. But if they get closer, with Zou Jiahui and the stick, the three heroes will meet them. What's coming? It's hard to say.
"They don't know how to cross the river." At the edge of a banana forest about ten meters away from the pile of rocks, three heroes carefully combed through the banana forest and found nothing, and then gathered together to discuss,
"If there is a possibility, please inform Captain Nishikawa."
"Matsumura, give me your kettle, I drank all the water."
"Hai, here it is."
...The pile of rubble is located on a smooth river beach, because there is a depression in the middle, which does not look high. Looking at it from a distance of more than ten meters, it seems that no one can be hidden.
One of the three heroes was in front, and two in the back. The one in the front was looking at the other side, and the two in the back were leaning to the left and right, unaware that they were walking into a death trap.
In the middle of the pile of rocks, Zou Jiahui and Stick looked at each other, and both saw a hint of determination in each other's eyes. Stick held the three-pointed thorn tightly in his hands, while Zou Jiahui held the newly made javelin emptyly.
The three Japs stopped talking and walked over slowly. The rustling footsteps became clearer and clearer. Zou Jiahui used his feet hard and slowly squatted against the pile of rocks. Suddenly, he rolled over and stabbed out with all his strength. took the javelin in his hand,
"Ah." With a scream, Xiongfeng, who was walking at the front, was stabbed in the throat. His eyes widened and blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell down. At this moment, Zou Jiahui already had a three-edged thorn in his hand. He threw it out violently, and the three-edged thorn stabbed him. Another Xiongfeng was hit in the chest. While the latter fell to the ground, he turned the gun and pulled the trigger.
"Da da da..." The unique gunshot of MP-38|40 rang out. Zou Jiahui rolled and crawled and suddenly lunged at the last Xiong Feng with a loud roar.
"Eight grids." This Xiongfeng shouted, turning around and passing the muzzle of the gun, "ta da da da..." When he pulled the trigger, a white light flashed, and the three-edged thorn thrown by the stick pierced his chest. Throat, the sound of gunfire stopped, and the hero made a "ho ho" sound from his mouth, and fell to the sky.
Zou Jiahui threw himself on the devil. While gasping for air, he pulled out the three-edged thorn of the stick. "Poof." A stream of blood spurted out and covered him. He stretched out his tongue to lick the dirty blood and tasted it. He felt a little salty, then he spit out blood and foam, smashed his gun to pieces, took off the submachine gun, pistol, ammunition bag, grenade bag and dry food bag from the Japs, and ran to another place while squatting. Standing next to the two Japs, he picked up his own three-edged thorn, then took off their weapons and equipment and hung them around their necks. He ran to the stick, handed the latter a submachine gun, half-crouched towards him and said, "Come up here." ,Walk."
Stick also smashed all his long and short guns into pieces, then took the submachine gun, struggled to squat up with the gun on the ground, and fell on his back.
Zou Jiahui picked up the stick, figured out the direction, and ran towards the woods to the south. As soon as he ran out more than ten meters, fierce gunshots came from behind. Six Xiongfeng came from the northwest two directions, three of them. Standing on the other side of the river, he fired fiercely at them. The bullets broke many branches around them. The sound of snapping branches was heard endlessly, making Stick and Zou Jiahui's scalp numb. Zou Jiahui shouted, stimulating his full potential and running speed. Suddenly it was a little faster,
(Old Poison: I have received many blessings, encouragement, and warmth from brothers. I would like to wish all brothers a happy New Year and may all their wishes come true.)