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Chapter 129 Tiger Falls Pingyang

Bali led a group of Oroqen soldiers in his early twenties to walk through the mountains and forests, people were rushing wildly, and the wind was whirling in the forest like a mountain, like a charming mountain. Perhaps because of their fate, they finally found a group of eight Japanese soldiers. These guys in yellow military uniforms and strange hats were laughing and igniting fires everywhere. The angry Oroqen people shouted and killed them. At this time, they no longer paid attention to the forbearance of hunting. At this time, they just wanted to kill the guys who burned their homes immediately.

The eight Japanese soldiers were shocked by the screaming sound. They quickly put the 38-shaped cover on their backs in their hands. There were hundreds of people who were extremely angry oroq people screaming and killing them. The murderous aura shocked them, and their hands that pulled the trigger were trembling. They only fired two shots. They swallowed the Oroq people who were swarming with their sharp swords. The angry Oroq people even bite them with their teeth, drinking blood, and screaming wildly. For a moment, the entire forest farm turned into a slaughterhouse. The eight people truly realized the whole of the whole body into pieces in a quarter of an hour. They really turned into meat, bones, and blood.

Bali roared to the sky, holding the flesh with his left hand and bone with his right hand. He was really an evil star, and his blood was covered with his head and face. The anger from the bottom of his heart seemed to dissipate with this long roar, but Bali's belief was still immortal, that was to chase these guys of the same outfits, and he would not let go of them even if he walked thousands of miles.

After wiping the blood at the corner of his mouth, he wiped off the dirty blood before the wind had dried it. Baal didn't want to touch too much of these things on his face. He took a deep breath. He finally calmed down his excitement. After the others calmed down, Baal led them back to the large cave where the elderly, weak, women and children were placed in the tribe.

The young and middle-aged men walked back with their shoulders and laughed, and came back with laughter. Before the cave, the women and children came to meet them excitedly. Bali secretly felt that something was wrong. He quickly pushed away the terrified women and children. Sure enough, the remaining elderly people fell to the ground one by one, and the soil on the cave walls fell off a lot. It can be seen that the fight was quite fierce, and the fatal damage was the sharp blade inserted into the chest of the deceased or held in the assassinator's hands.

"Ah!" Bali shouted wildly. Too many things had happened this day. Bali had been under too much pressure that he could not bear. These people who might have become the leader of the tribe were dead. Bali only felt a headache. These few people below were a group of warriors in their twenties who were older than him. There were too many of these people of the same age. Who would choose to be the leader? If this was a fight like these people, the vitality of the entire tribe would be reduced by half. When they just killed the weird people in yellow clothes, they had already died.

Before Bali could figure out what to do, he felt that someone was pulling the hem of his leather jacket with force. Bali looked down and saw that it was a little devil, with a piece of coarse cloth on his body. His little face was already red, and his hands and feet were wrapped in the coarse cloth. A pair of clear big eyes stared at Bali, and then he gently said: "Hungry...Hungry...Eat..." Bali felt sour in his heart when he heard it, and tears almost dripped down. He immediately shouted: "Woman, damn women, your skin is itchy, how can you get some food for the child?" Bali bent down and hugged the devil in his arms. The devil was buried in Bali's arms, feeling warm and comfortable. The little guy arched his body, very satisfied with the comfort of Bali's wide chest. If he hadn't been too hungry, the little guy would have fallen asleep.

It was okay if Baal didn't say it, but when the women around him said, she cried and said, "The jerky meat and food were not moved out, and they were burned out by the fire."

"A group of girls who only know how to eat, why don't you remember to bring some things out when you come out!"

"It will soon be snowing heavily to close the mountain. It will be difficult to find prey in the forest. What should I do now? Why no one remembers to move out the food for winter!"

The men became angry and condemned that the women were stupid and did not transport the food. When the women saw the men so angry, they were so scared that they started to cry. When the women cried, the children also started to cry, and tears suddenly became flooded.

Bali roared angrily: "Stop it all!" Bali's roar was amazing, overwhelming everyone. Children and women dared to sob silently. The angry men also closed their mouths. Everyone was quiet. But at this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Bali, and the words in that look were about food, so I counted on you.

Under the persecution of the crowd, Baal finally had a flash of inspiration in his mind. At this time, he thought of the strangers who came to deliver food last time. Didn’t they say they wanted to form an alliance with the Oroq tribe? At this time, they might have been able to get their help when they defected to them. But the last time they might not be very polite to them. Now they are asking them. I wonder if they can agree. Baal has no choice but to consider so much because of the situation. Hearing that Baal has made his promise, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although he can’t see where the food is, someone can give them a guarantee and make them feel a little more at ease.

"Who knows where the people who gave us food last time were?" Bali asked.

"I know!" one of the soldiers shouted.

Baal nodded and said, "Everyone pack up their own things, Kunbu, lead the way!" The warrior named Kunbu laughed happily. After sending those people to the edge of the forest last time, he did not go back with everyone, but followed the people secretly to a place with dense stone forests and complex terrain. He secretly remembered the route in his heart and retreated. After returning, he immediately told the old Moses in detail. Now he realized that the wisdom of the old Moses was high. Maybe he knew that the Oroq tribe needed to surrender to these people before he was alive, so he asked him to explore where their nest was. Well, this must be the case, Kunbu thought in his heart.

It was said that it was a cleanup, but in fact, apart from some hunting items such as crossbows and blades, the Oroq people had nothing but clothes they wore. So soon the women hugged their children and drove into Heiyagou under the leadership of Kunbu. At this time, the forest fires were still burning in the sky, and I don’t know when they would be the only one.

After an hour of walking, the Oroq people quickly arrived at the edge of Heiyagou based on their familiarity with the terrain. Along the way, they saw many woods burned to death, but suddenly they saw a green green in front of them, and they were very excited. The Oroq people knew that the gathering place for the people they were looking for.

"Platform leader, who are coming in front of him? They don't look like Japanese devils. Why do I look like refugees from somewhere? It's so pitiful to drag my son and daughter." A voice came from the meadow. The person who spoke was Mancang. The big guy was covered with thick lichen grass, and he was integrated with the meadow on the ground. If he didn't speak, no one would have thought that someone would lie here.

Sitting next to Mancang, where his body was full of disguise, was an old man Liu Quan, who was full of domineering. Liu Quan had no disguise on his body. He was very disdainful of hiding himself. Even if You Fei said it several times, he firmly believed that "disguise is to stun the man. Men don't need to make some grass to cover themselves, but should have a fucking dog with their chests." Last time he took a few brothers back to Heiyagou, but all the brothers in the Independent Company had no news. He knew

It must have been the devil's murder. Liu Quan did not lose himself and blamed himself. He put his respect for all the soldiers of the Independent Company in his heart. He was proud of having such a good comrade, and he did not have the honor to die with them. That was because he had not cultivated that blessing in his previous life. What he wanted and should do was to continue fighting with the belief of the dead. He was a rational person and would not cry for such a small thing. That was not his Liu Quan's style.

Liu Quan hit the big meadow with a punch. Even if the meadow's man Cang's body was so good, he couldn't help but moan. Liu Quan's old fist could discount all the steel bars. Although he only had three points of force, it was not something that ordinary people could bear. Fortunately, Man Cang's man was big and thick, but he couldn't help but moan and cry out in pain. Liu Quan snorted: "Human-headed pig brain is human-headed pig brain. Look at what guys they are holding in their hands, refugees? Hey, I think it's almost the same as being a butcher. When I see these people, they are not good goods. Man Cang, you tease me the boy walking in front, with a arrogant look on his face. I don't like this kind of person the most. Please scratch his scalp."

"Hey, I understand!" Mancang responded happily. The monkey's death was a touch on Mancang. After returning to Heiyagou, this guy played his life to practice guns. A gun was always around him. Not to mention that he was in his arms when he was sleeping, he would hold it firmly in his hand when he went to the cottage. In order to practice good shooting skills, Mancang not only shot his own practice bullets, but also stole bullets from his comrades. Every time he touched Liu Quan, he would ask Liu Quan to catch him. Every time he was a

He was beaten up very hard. His terrifying face, which was originally as big as a washbasin, was even three points bigger than the stone mill. However, he had a toughness and became more and more stolen. As the scars on his body increased, his marksmanship also improved rapidly. Although he had never competed with others, Liu Quan knew that his marksmanship in Mancang in the entire brigade was so good that no one could match him. Of course, in order to allow this stupid big wood to continue to improve, Liu Quan just told him "You are okay."

Scratching the scalp means that the shot bullets are rubbed over the enemy's scalp. Only touching the hair but not touching the scalp is called "upper". If you hit the fatal holes of the forehead, forehead and eyes, it is "downer". If you want to hit the center, you can scratch the scalp without hurting people, it is a very sophisticated skill. If the firing distance is 300 meters, the difficulty is obviously very terrifying, and this is not much different from hitting a hair a hundred meters away.

Mancang didn't know what is difficult and easy. He just knew how to practice the gun well. He had to do what the monkey had to do. He adjusted his breathing well, and then pulled the trigger after aiming. The gun used by Mancang was Garland, which had very stable shooting accuracy. He asked him from You Fei. That night he kissed the gun body 3,642 times. After pulling the trigger, Mancang shouted in his heart: "Zhong, Zhong, Zhong."

"Wow, good boy, Mancang, look at that guy's expression, hahaha!" Liu Quan laughed wildly, but his laughter was too harsh. Mancang, who hit the target, nodded bitterly.

The scalp was numb, and the bullets were flying over your head. It was Bali's first attempt. "Let's go down!" Bali roared loudly. Everyone didn't need Bali's orders. After hearing the gunshot, they all found a place to hide. Bali touched the top of his head with his hand, and saw some blood stains on his hands, and some were broken. The scalp hurt even more severely at this time. A long strip of his entire scalp was hanging, and Bali's anger came up.

"Plane Commander, should we inform the brigade commander first to know that these weird guys have broken into our territory!" Mancang asked.

Liu Quan waved his hand and laughed: "No, no, how could the brigade commander know these savages? Look at me, these guys are just there, gaga!"
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