After Lao Yanqiang rushed into the forest, his two feet were like stepping on hot wheels. No matter whether he was going uphill or downhill, he could run at exactly the same constant speed.
In the eyes of normal people, this is almost impossible, but for him who grew up in the mountains, this is normal. To put it bluntly, it means accelerating when going uphill to consume energy, and slowing down when going downhill to save energy. This is already
It became his habit.
After a few scurrying, Lao Yanqiang climbed up the treetop along the vines. When he was halfway up the mountain and looked down at the mountain, he only took one glance and determined that there was no way that anyone was ambushing him in the area he was passing. Immediately afterwards
, he jumped down from the tree and ran towards the other side of the mountain through the forest.
He didn't go up the mountain, and he didn't need to go up the mountain. If anyone could see one side of the mountain from the bottom of the mountain, when Lao Smoking confirmed that there were no traces of enemies passing by on that side, he could almost conclude that this group of black gunners came from
The mountain on the other side. So, if the way down the mountain on this side is Xiaowangzhuang at the foot of the mountain, even if this group of Japanese wanted to leave, they would have to retreat from the other side of the mountain.
Therefore, not only did he not go up the mountain, he also bypassed the mountain. After reaching the other side of the mountain, he began to look for the traces of this group of people.
He saw a grass that had been trampled down. From this moment on, Smoking was like a hound, completely locked onto the opponent. In front of the grass, there were low dead branches that had been cut out neatly, and there were still trees on the ground.
There are dead branches and yellow leaves that have been cut off, which means that someone once walked here with a knife to clear the way for those behind.
The old smoker continued to go up, and he found a few rabbit excrements that had been trampled down. The small balls had been trampled into small round cakes. There was a piece of thread in front of him that didn't belong to the forest at all. It should be someone's cuff or something.
The collar was scratched open, he bit it down and spat it aside.
At that moment, Lao Yanqiang looked up to the top of the mountain. It would take him ten minutes to climb from here to the position with the widest view on the top of the mountain.
Draw the knife!
Lao Yanqiang casually cut off a piece of dead branch, sharpened it with a dagger a few times, and then lay on the ground to compare his position. He remembered that these Japanese were all short in stature, so they dug a hole at the throat and cut it.
The branches were buried, and then they were covered with leaves, and then the floating soil was pressed down. After repeating this process, Lao Yanqiang cut five or six wooden thorns and placed them side by side for fear that they would not be able to pierce the Japanese tree, and then he felt relieved.
After the trap was ready, Lao Yanqiang took off the hemp rope from his waist and tied it to the trees on both sides close to the ground. Then, he plunged into the forest. He was still testing, testing a person
In desperation, he rushed into the woods to find the angle and space. After completing this test, he reached out and cut off the excess rope, continued to cut branches, tied a knot in the woods that ordinary people could not understand, and walked into the woods with his pants.
Run away.
Yes, Smoking doesn't have a belt. The thing he uses to tie his pants is always a long rope, a hemp rope about the thickness of his little finger.
Twisting hemp rope is also his favorite thing to do in daily life. He can twist the hemp rope as thick as someone else's thumb into the shape of a little finger, and arrange each strand of hemp thread extremely delicately.
"team leader!"
"The enemy has begun to advance towards our position."
"They sent out nearly a company of troops."
"It took a total of eleven minutes!"
"withdraw!"
More than a dozen Japanese wearing khaki military uniforms and steel helmets withdrew from the mountain. The guys in the hands of these Japanese were not in a normal shape. They had rifles of a type that Lao Smoking had never seen before. More importantly, they were outside the military uniforms.
Each one wears a very special vest from World War I. These guys have bullet bags and grenades hung on the vests, which are completely different from ordinary Japanese soldiers.
When Lao Yanqiang saw this, he pulled out the single-barreled firecracker, gestured a little and stuffed the guy back. With the distance he was hiding from now, the firecracker had no effect at all.
"quick!"
"Evacuate quickly!"
Following the Japanese marching route, Lao Yanqiang took a look down the mountain. He saw a large bush. However, the bushes were not growing right. Instead of growing upward, the branches and leaves grew diagonally in a circle.
They were together, as if they were covering something. No! The old smoker took a closer look at the withered yellow leaves on the bushes. The leaves were bigger than those on the bushes, and they looked like other plants picked up somewhere...
Looking more closely, he actually saw the tire in the bushes.
It's a cross-border!
There are five or six khaki-colored cross-buckets hidden in a large bush, making it difficult to distinguish them.
At this moment, the Japanese soldiers stepped over the ropes that were close to the ground on their way down the mountain. It was not until a Japanese soldier who was walking down the mountain with garlic under his feet rubbed the ground to slow down that he stepped on the ropes and was strangled.
Holding his ankle, he lunged forward fiercely.
flutter!
This guy hit the trap with his head, and a buried branch after he broke through the floating soil, hit him right in the head.
Click.
The branches broke with the sound, and the Japanese soldier covered his head and screamed, "Ouch!"
"There's a trap! Captain, there's a trap here!"
The old smoker was so used to hunting animals that he had forgotten how hard the human skull was. In addition, he could only use whatever came easily in a hurry, so the wood thorns he chose were too thin, and the height of the little Japanese was really too short.
, when it touched the ground, he smashed the wooden thorn directly with his forehead, which resulted in a scene where half of the wooden thorn was stuck in his forehead, but the person was still alive.
The old smoker regretted it a lot. If he could have had more time, he would have found the thickest tree branches and cut the wood thorns, and he would not have given the Japanese a chance to survive.
The Japanese carefully pulled away the remaining loose soil, and after finding several wooden thorns along the road, they turned and entered the forest.
He was very decisive. He didn't take a step forward without knowing how many traps were ahead. Thanks to the wooden thorns, if he had buried mines, at least several of them would have collapsed by now.
"Detour!"
The Japanese carried the wounded into the jungle. As soon as they got in, the Japanese soldier responsible for opening the road pulled out a short knife and began to chop down the branches of the short trees blocking the road. This thing is very annoying. Just ignore it and just walk past it.
It can scratch the eyes, and sometimes there are bacteria on it, which can cause inflammation at every turn, so pathfinders who have been fighting in the jungle for a long time will carry a mountaineering knife with them, specifically for opening roads.
Swish.
Sections of branches were chopped off with the long knife, and the Japanese discarded the dead branches. When he reached out and grabbed a branch tied to a rope, he used the knife in his hand to chop it out.
Only then did he realize that the touch felt wrong. But the blade gave him no time to think, and the branches and ropes broke at the same time.
The Japanese man looked at the half-cut branches tied with ropes and was about to open his mouth. His ears were filled with the sound of ropes swishing. Then he raised his head. On top of his head, there was a piece the size of a washbasin. He looked up.
At least thirty kilograms of stone fell from a towering old tree - bang!
The little Japanese boy took the picture there on the spot...
"Don't move!"
The leading Japanese gave a strict order and everyone stood still. At this time, the Japanese could still remain calm and said: "Check everything around you carefully. Remember, only use your eyes to see, don't use anything to see."
Touch.”
The old smoker couldn't understand what he was talking about, so he knew that these Japanese people stood still as if they were under a restraining spell.
When he thought about it, these bastards were immobile. Were all the wooden thorns in his body knocked out?
Lao Yanqiang took out the blunderbuss again. He knew that he would never be able to hit the opponent with his distance, but he still pulled the trigger without hesitation - BOOM!
In the vast mountains, the sound of firecrackers echoed, and the Japanese were like cats with exploded fur, bending over and scurrying away. The leading Japanese hurriedly went behind the tree to hide from the bullets that were not known to exist, but they just lifted the gun.
When I stepped on the back of the tree, I felt that my feet were hanging in the air. I couldn't help but pull it up again. With this kick, the entire ankle sank. The skin on the ankle and neck seemed to have been scraped off with a knife.
There were wounds, burning and painful.
"Baga!!!!"
He yelled while scratching his neck, and when he lowered his head to look at the pit, he wished he could catch the person who made the trap and shoot him with a machine gun for an hour.
This man was so damaged. Instead of putting wooden thorns at the bottom of the pit to pierce the soles of his feet, he inserted all the wooden thorns horizontally at the edge of the pit. Once his feet were in, the wooden thorns scratched up the skin and flesh, and the bones were almost visible.
In the blink of an eye, a shoe of blood flowed from his leg. This chapter has been completed!