The moment the machine gun fired, even a god couldn't react.
The Japanese soldier lying in the snow did not even lift the snow before he pulled the trigger and began to harvest the lives of the men in front of him who were not wearing military uniforms. The bullets spread out horizontally like a dense rain and were extremely lethal in the forest.
"Get down!"
"Everyone get down!"
Shang Kun was almost heartbroken. He was like an old hen. When he heard the gunshot, his first reaction was to quickly turn around to protect the chickens behind him. If possible, he hoped to keep all these people behind him under his wings.
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But at this moment, the muzzle of a dark gun poked out from behind a tree in the forest, aiming at Shang Kun who was among the gunfire...
boom.
Shang Kun suddenly swayed and turned his head instinctively.
The blood on his chest was staining his clothes and spreading inch by inch. The man was so painful that he even wanted to clench his fist and forgot that he was holding a gun. As a result, the trigger was pulled, and a gunshot sounded unwillingly in the jungle.
Immediately, he turned over and fell to the ground.
"Sir!"
After Xu Ruifeng heard the roar, he followed the roar and saw Shang Kun falling to the sky and falling into the snow.
For a moment, the whole world stopped, and only the breath exhaled from the mouth continued to come out.
It was this man who brought light to his world...
It is this man who makes him feel noble even when he kills people...
He taught himself to weave dreams with his own hands and to raise his head in front of gentleness.
You must not die.
Click.
Xu Ruifeng even forgot that he had set the gun on fire. In order to ensure that the gun could fire, he withdrew a live ammunition and reloaded the gun. Then he took aim at the Japanese who was lying in the snow and using a machine gun to inflict harm--pop.
One shot went through the man's head.
The penetrating power of Springfield 1903 was astonishing. Even if there was a distance between the two of them, it still erupted into a cloud of blood mist when it passed through the mind of the Japanese machine gunner.
At this moment, Xu Ruifeng was like a god of death. He held the gun and pulled the bolt to fire the gun again. He raised his legs high and walked forward in the deep snow area. His eyes did not look at his feet at all, and he stared at every tree within his sight range.
With the accuracy of this gun, whoever takes the lead at this moment will die.
Two people who followed Shang Kun from Fengtian to Beiman rushed over. They helped him up in the snow, checked his injuries and said, "Sir, are you okay?"
At this moment, another one of the few remaining Japanese soldiers showed up in the woods, and then he set up his gun - bang.
Gunfire rang out in the forest, and a bullet pierced directly into his cheekbone, causing his whole body to fall backward. Until he died, the man didn't even see where the bullet came from!
"Retreat, retreat!"
The remaining two or three Japanese soldiers were running wildly backwards in the forest. The lack of numbers meant that they had lost the opportunity to hold back this group of people. When the group of guys in front of them became red-eyed, they could only rely on these few
There's no way I can stop it personally.
Bang, bang bang.
The men of the Blue Clothes Club were still shooting at the backs of the Japanese soldiers, and their hatred seemed to have reached its peak after the danger disappeared at this moment.
Xu Ruifeng walked up to Shang Kun while his companions were still shooting at the backs of the two Japanese soldiers. The moment he saw the other man coughing up blood and the injured location, he knew that this man was dead, because the shot was in the lungs.
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"Xu, Xu, Xu..." Shang Kun was lying there, obviously taking in more air than out, and said, "Old Xu."
He slowly stretched out his hand.
Xu Ruifeng held it and squatted down: "After breaking..."
"It's your uncle!" Xu Ruifeng cursed when he heard the last two words spoken by Shang Kun at the moment when his life was still alive. Who didn't know that there was a large Japanese army behind him? How could he survive at this time and become a god?
"I can't blame people for saying that my relatives are coming from far away and my neighbors are building walls. Lao Shang, now is the time. Are you still planning to trick me and risk your life?"
Cough, cough...
Shang Kun had already begun to cough up blood, but he still insisted on pointing to the people behind him: "They, who followed me from Fengtian to Beiman, know how to build an intelligence network in a place, how to put intelligence,
send out."
He took Xu Ruifeng's hand and forced his body up with all his strength. He may have used too much force, and a mouthful of blood spurted out to the side. It took him a while to recover.
"I...I'm sorry for you."
Huh...huh...
Xu Ruifeng could clearly hear the noise of "snoring, snoring" in Shang Kun's throat. The pale cheeks were not proportional to the dark skin on his neck at all: "I owe you a life, and I will pay it back in the next life."
"I will pay back everything in my next life."
Looking at those longing eyes, looking at the almost begging look in the other person's eyes, Lao Xu could not connect this man with Yu Shui Huan Nei, with Shang Kun who had no life or death in his eyes. His weakness was just that.
Just like this country, the former strength seems to have become history, but the request made in this second has penetrated into people's hearts.
"My son hasn't been born yet." This was the only reason Xu Ruifeng could think of to refuse, but Shang Kun didn't seem to allow him to say another word...
"There really is an afterlife...I will work for you two...as a cow and a horse..."
Shang Kun, who had just sat upright, lowered his head and plunged into Xu Ruifeng's arms. His natural falling posture explained everything.
Shang Kun is dead.
Woo.
A strong wind swept through, and a layer of snow was swept down from the mountains. When the wind stopped, the snow scattered sparsely along the mountains. This is why the snow on the slopes is so thick.
Xu Ruifeng reached out and patted Shang Kun on the back. At the same time, he raised his head and looked at the faces surrounding him. Some of these people were in their early twenties, and some were already in their thirties. Just look at them.
The lack of backbone after Shang Kun's death made them determined to fight to the death with the Japanese. There was absolutely no way they could stop the Japanese. By then, they might not be able to escape even if they wanted to.
At this moment, Lao Xu didn't know what was going on. He was clearly resisting the break in his heart, but he found reasons again and again to reject the resistance, as if the word 'hero' was a shining point that could only be found in the most dangerous places.
Flashing normally.
Is it really my turn?
Just like Yu Xiangqian, Li Qiang, Zhao Dezhu, and Li Shaoyang, is it time to do something for this country?
Xu Ruifeng slowly let go of his hand and stood up in the crowd: "Listen up."
"My name is Xu Ruifeng, from Northern Manchuria, and my father's name is Xu Chongshan, from Shandong. When I was fourteen, my father followed his uncle from Guandong to the Northeast. When he got here, he was robbed by bandits, and the whole family was almost wiped out."
"From the time we got there, my father knew that good people in this world don't live long. He entered Tianwang Mountain at the age of fifteen. At the age of twenty-seven, after the previous head of the family was recruited by the government and tricked into being trapped and killed, he built a new kiln with the remaining bandits."
"My mother was robbed by Xu Chongshan. I was born in a bandit's den, and I have been a bandit since I was born."
He smiled.
"Not long after he became an adult, Zhang Zuolin disturbed Tianwang Mountain, and my father died at the mouth of the mountain stream."
"I became a killer just to kill Zhang Zuolin to avenge my father's murder. Damn it, I didn't expect that the Japanese would take the lead."
"My whole life..."
"Not a single serious thing has been accomplished. Meeting him Shang Kun gave me a direction in my mind. I originally planned to protect my family and country. Look..."
Xu Ruifeng was a little bit speechless. All his life, he felt like a lone star of evil, and no one would end well if he stuck to him.
"I don't know which one of you is an official. As for me, I just want to ask for some information before I die. Just tell me whether I, Xu Ruifeng, am now a member of the Blue Clothes Club."
In the crowd, a slightly heroic man took a step forward, stood next to Lao Xu and said, "It didn't count before."
Under Xu Ruifeng's questioning eyes, the man spoke again: "Not only you, but him, him, him, and him, you all don't count." He said seriously: "Everyone who was recruited after Fengtian retreated, you all are included.
It has not been recorded by the Nanjing government, which means that officially, your status is still just that of a citizen."
Xu Ruifeng lowered his head and pointed at Shang Kun's body with a finger, laughing and cursing: "You fucking... you fucking..."
The man held Xu Ruifeng's hand: "But from this second on, it's up to you."
Lao Xu looked up at him. He was one of the two bodyguards standing behind Shang Kun and himself when they first met.
"I made a promise to you. As long as I return to Nanjing safely, I will report everything that happened today to the Nanjing government. I will risk my life to get your identity for you Xu Ruifeng, no matter whether I can find your bones when I come back in the future.
, I guarantee you that there will be a place for you in the Nanjing Martyrs Cemetery."
Xu Ruifeng looked at him, as if his soul had finally found its home and asked: "Do you mean what you say?"
The man lowered his head and searched around, then took out a bayonet that could be mounted on the muzzle of a Japanese corpse. Then he held the blade with his hand and pulled it upward. Blood began to flow down his wrist.
He raised three fingers to the sky, knelt down on one knee, and said to the night sky: "I, Yang Qingyun, swear a blood oath to the sky. If what I say today is not true, the sky will strike with five thunders. If I can't do it, I will be wronged by Xu Ruifeng."
Chasing him to the end of the world, he will never have peace for the rest of his life."
Xu Ruifeng was a reckless man, a man from the Jianghu. When he saw someone kneeling in the snow so piously, he turned around and left, leaving only one sentence: "My life is for you."
