Meng Youtian understood Liu Feng's melancholy very well. He comforted him: "Practice slowly, look at my marksmanship. If you don't talk about pistols, just talk about long spears. Is it a good match for the Japanese?"

"Let's get together!" Liu Feng said something bad about Meng Youtian, paused for a moment, and asked in confusion: "So far away, where can you see clearly?"

"Yes, can't you see clearly?" Meng Youtian asked back strangely.

Liu Feng grunted for a moment and said briefly: "It's hard."

My eyesight is better than that of ordinary people? Meng Youtian touched his chin and was a little confused. He could not feel this matter, unless he specifically asked others.

"The broken socks tied to the gun are so fucked to death." Liu Feng sniffed and pushed Meng Youtian with dissatisfaction.

Hehe, Meng Youtian smiled embarrassedly, looked back and suddenly looked up, and suddenly his face became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "The Japanese are chasing behind!"

Liu Feng narrowed her eyes, looked at the birds that had not fallen in the distance for a long time, nodded slightly, and said, "In this forest, the Japanese cannot get faster. It will take some time to catch up with us."

Meng Youtian clamped his legs and the black mule continued to move forward. Although Liu Feng made sense, Meng Youtian knew that the mule was not as powerful as horsepower, and even carried two people. If he just ran away, the Japanese were determined to chase him and would be caught up sooner or later. He had to think of other solutions, and this was passive was not a solution.

Walking out of a forest, the view suddenly became wide open. There were huge rocks covered with snow. A stream appeared in front of it. The water surface was thin ice, and the water flowed under the ice. When the mule stepped on it, it made a loud noise. Meng Youtian drove the mule stream and wandered upwards for more than 200 meters, gently pinning the animals, and looked around thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" Liu Feng asked in confusion.

"We can't just run like this." Meng Youtian frowned and said, "The speed of this mule is getting slower and slower, obviously it's a bit difficult. Look--" He reached out and pointed to a small hill with a few big trees not far away, "I'm going to fight the Japanese here."

Liu Feng looked around and said, "There is no barrier in front of this stream. There is a big pit in front of that small landblock. Well, it is indeed difficult for the Japanese to rush over. The main reason is that they do not accelerate the horse enough, and they cannot run away in the woods."

"There are also your help!" Meng Youtian smiled and said, "It is unlikely that the Japanese will use a large group of men to go into the forest to chase us. If you wander upwards for a while and go back in the opposite direction, you can capture the Japanese's retreat. Of course, if the Japanese come with a large group of men, we will give up this plan. Look at it, it is a steep slope, and now the snow is thick, and people can slide down, so it should be fine. The Japanese will not be able to chase us with two legs, but they are not afraid of them."

Liu Feng thought about it, and without saying a word, he turned over and jumped down, sorted out his clothes, and was about to do what Meng Youtian said.

"You ride on the animal." Meng Youtian also jumped down and handed the reins to Liu Feng, saying, "Walk through the stream, so that the Japanese will not see the footprints on the ground."

Liu Feng hesitated for a moment, nodded, rode a mule, and suddenly turned around and smiled, "Boy Meng, why are you so bad? Is pus coming out of your feet?" After that, he drove the mule to the stream all the way.

"Oh, if there are too many Japanese, run away. Don't be stupid!" Meng Youtian shouted in peace behind him, with a faint smile on his face. This girl is still very beautiful when she smiles. Why do you have to pretend to be cool all day long with a cold face!

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Although the wind kept blowing down the snow on the trees, the mule hoof prints on the ground were still very obvious. If it took a long time, it would be difficult to find.

The seven or eight Japanese cavalrymen were tracking the snow in the woods. The dense trees and the branches stretched over affected their speed and had already walked a long distance, but the leading Japanese soldiers had a gloomy face and didn't say a word. Although the order given to them was to search for it and return, no Japanese soldiers dared to give different opinions to their current commanders.

The Japanese who attacked Tumen Village this time were a cavalry team of more than 50 people. They were well-trained, well-equipped and rich combat experience. This was their advantage. But the Japanese's disadvantage is that they had a small number of people and were not suitable for staying in non-occupied areas for a long time. The wind and snow at night had delayed their time. The commander planned to start returning at noon and return to the station before nightfall tonight.

But the Japanese Soldier, who was responsible for the simple search, was filled with the pain of losing his friend just now, and his mind was burned with anger and lost his mind. Grasping the Chinese people in front and tearing them out of pieces was his only thought now. The enemy only rode a beast, and as long as they persisted for a while, they could not escape. The Japanese Soldier reached out to sweep the snow ball that fell on his head, and looked at the increasingly sparse trees in front, hoping to emerge.

The sky was clear and the nearby mountains and trees were immersed in the quiet and bright cold, immersed in the light and shadows, and everything seemed snow-white, soft and clean.

Walking out of the woods, the Japanese soldiers exhaled a breath and stood by the stream, looking around. The two Japanese soldiers lost their traces of tracking and rushed over to report.

The Japanese military officer sneered and took off his gloves, and pointed casually, "Search up and down the stream, the clever guy is playing this trick, hum."

The Japanese vanguards immediately took action, and the horse's hooves splashed silver splashes in the stream, shattering the thin ice and the tranquility in the mountains.

"Here, there are footprints here." A Japanese man soon discovered the footprints left by Meng Youtian a hundred meters away and shouted loudly.

The Japanese soldiers waved their hand a little complacently, and it was a delusion to try to hide from an experienced imperial officer like him. The enemy must think that this trick will work and will take the pursuers behind him lightly. The Chinese people, let you know that the majesty of the imperial army is not to be violated and the price you pay is not something you can bear.

Here comes! Meng Youtian rubbed his hands hard, bent his fingers a few times, and held the "Shui Lianzhu" and hit someone first. Yes, that arrogant beard, who made him look like a leader, damn, I hate such a guy the most.

Well, why are there only one line of footprints? Where are the traces of the animals? The Japanese soldiers frowned, looked up, and fled separately?

Bang! Meng Youtian's gunshots, and he is quite sure to hit the static target. The bullet pierces the Japanese sergeant's chest with heat, rolling and stirring his wolf-hearted lungs into pieces.

A few Japanese cavalrymen were rioting. The advantage of riding horses was that they were fast speed and mobility, so they didn’t have to get tired of their legs, but they were also weak. As in this case, it was impossible to lie down on the spot when encountering a sudden situation.

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