Waiting is hard, and the full of expectations turns into loss as time goes by. The militia in the village become active again, constantly attacking the enemy busy at the entrance of the village through hidden shooting holes, and clearly telling the enemy that poison gas is useless to us.

"Damn it, what trick do you have?" Du Shixiong spat and stared at Bai Jitang. He had enough of such a battle, as if a strong man had no place to use his strength, but his body was constantly hurt. Perhaps the wound was not big every time, but the continuous bleeding would also weaken his physical strength.

Bai Jitongkaba held his eyes and said with a wry smile: "Bomb with cannons, burn with fire, maybe it's the most."

Du Shixiong rolled his eyes and said that there were no cannons, only a few grenade launchers, but now there is no other way. It is better to show off his power in the house than to be foolish and go back in shame!

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"That's the direction of our village." The Si Bazi suddenly stopped, stretched out his hand, and a look of resentment appeared on his face.

The black smoke rose, far away, and it looked just a very thin stream, but everyone knew that the home had been destroyed by the enemy again.

"Shameless." Meng Youtian's face became gloomy, he got off the mule, thought for a while, and said, "We won't go back to the village anymore. Send two people back to find out the situation. The others take a break here and eat some dry food to see if there is a chance to clean up the enemy when they go back."

Meng Youtian did not intend to use the sniper land that was built easily after spending a lot of effort, but the puppet army's arson and destruction made him very angry. He did not severely frustrate the puppet army's spirit. They seemed to be unaware of its power. This foreign puppet army, especially Du Shixiong and his wife, obviously had not learned enough lessons. He could squeeze it hard after he caught the soft persimmon, and such opportunities were not available at any time.

Meng Youtian led dozens of militiamen from various villages to eat and rest on the mountain, and the puppet soldiers in Tumen Village were also hungry. Not only were they tired and hungry, but they were always in a state of tension. The casualties continued to appear, and the psychological blow was even greater.

When looking for firewood, making fire, fetching water, and cooking, the puppet soldiers had to do it themselves. In the past, even before they surrendered to the Japanese, the people in any village would not be able to serve them well. Chicken, duck, pig, sheep, white noodles, hot noodles, and even eating dumplings, the people would have to serve them well.

"Oh, this ghost place, the unlucky people here-" Du Shixiong sat on a big stone and looked at the smoke-burning village without much relief.

The gap with psychological expectations is too big. Not to mention catching the cripple man named Meng, even a figure of ordinary people cannot be seen. There is murderous intent hidden in the silence and desolation. The continuous pain of the wounded made Du Shixiong even more upset.

"Bang, bang hook!" The gunshot came from a distance again, Du Shixiong jumped up and shouted, "What's wrong with this? Who else can I call?"

After a while, a puppet army came to report that the brothers who went to fetch water were attacked by cold guns, one of which was killed and the other was injured.

Du Shixiong was gasping for breath, not knowing what to say. No one of the enemies could see, but it seemed to be everywhere. The constant inexplicable casualties made the morale of the puppet army extremely low. They all looked panicked, not knowing if they were the next falling corpse.

"This is a damn thing, I can't beat you." Du Shixiong sat down, waved his hand powerlessly, and sent away the puppet troops who reported it.

The puppet soldiers felt helpless, but setting fire to the house seemed to arouse the anger of the militia in the village. They became more and more courageous, and kept sneaking out of the village through tunnels and attacking the puppet soldiers. After such a long period of training, the village also produced several good marksmanship, and even if they failed to hit, it panicked the puppet soldiers.

The puppet soldiers finished their meal in a dilemma that seemed to be surrounded, and the poisonous mantis came to meet with them. They did not catch any prisoners, let alone any results of the battle. The bloody dead corpse was loaded with two large chariots.

"I let the man surnamed Meng play again." The poisonous mantis angrily told the story, and Du Shixiong also told the story with a bitter face and told the story of the attack on the village.

"A strong dragon cannot defeat the local snake." The master shook the fan and said with a serious expression: "We are not familiar with the place, and those named Meng have been operating here for many years, so they naturally come and go freely and are easy to handle."

Du Shixiong spitted a thick breath from his nose and asked, "What should we do? Just retreat in shame? How do the Japanese explain it?"

"A real man can bend and stretch, not to mention this small setback today." The master said, twisting his beard, "Han Xin was humiliated at first, but later he did not still go on stage to serve as a general. When the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, it was the Han people who conquered the world and then settled down. How many Japanese are there? It is not up to us to maintain public order and govern the world. These villages are all thorns and are all unruly people. Can the Japanese be confused? If we want to be successful, the important thing is that there are guns in our hands."

"The master is right." The poisonous mantis shook the whip twice and said, "The future is long, so don't worry about the length of time. Look, it's going to be late, and I don't know what the hell is going on. Let's retreat quickly. The brothers have suffered a lot of casualties."

Du Shixiong sighed and said, "Okay, it's important to preserve our strength. Let's go back from the same path?"

"No." The master hurriedly stopped it and analyzed: "I have experienced the difficulties when I came. We have not moved Lianggangzhuang and Shili Village yet. Can they let us go back smoothly? For the sake of this, we can take a detour to minimize the losses as much as possible. As the saying goes: It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. The brothers rushed for most of the day, and the losses were heavy and the lack of people. If the Japanese continue to do this, I am afraid that it is--"

The poisonous mantis frowned and said, "There are Japanese in the team. What if they interfere?"

Du Shixiong also had concerns and turned his attention to the master.

"It's easy." Master Zhizhu was holding it, looking quite a bit like giving advice to the country, and said with a sneer: "We can continue chasing, just say that the bandits fled there, and a burst of gunfire, and the team naturally followed. When it was dark, the Japanese wanted to come back, and they had the courage?"

"Haha, Master is really smart." Du Shixiong laughed, patted Master on the shoulder hard, and said, "Just do this, we won't suffer the second retribution. When I think of this trap and mine on this road, I will have a headache. Okay, thanks to my husband's advice, if I, Du Shixiong, can naturally gain the advantage of Mr.

"Good birds choose trees to live in, and good ministers choose masters to work." The master pretended to be very noble, "The leader of the family must have great luck. If you are familiar with military books, you can be a newcomer, Zhuge Liang, who will assist the leader of the family and his wife to make achievements and show what I have learned in my heart."

"That's right, that's right, sir is great, better than Zhuge Zhiliang." Du Shixiong felt better when he thought of not having to go back with a crisis, and asked a few confidants to whisper.

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Behind the mountain is a warm blue sky, and the shy March 3rd is hidden in the stone. The birds in the distance are singing with a round and crisp chirping. The fragrance of the mountains can only be absorbed with eyes closed, so as to save the trouble of finding the source of the fragrance.

The militia ate dry food, drank water, sat or lie down, chatting in a low voice in groups of three or five, but several militia backbones did not rest and were checking the capture of the battle. Meng Youtian stood on a tall rock, looking around with a telescope, and Liu Feng sat beside him, boredly fiddling with the pistol.

"Why is your gun so accurate?" After a while, Liu Feng said without saying a word: "It seems a bit simple to ask you to shoot eggs now, right?"

"Haha." Meng Youtian smiled, put down his telescope, sat casually beside Liu Feng, and said, "It was indeed a bit difficult at that time, but now it's growing! You said, isn't it very useful to shoot black guns like this?"

Liu Feng pursed her lips and said with a smile: "If it were the past, shooting black guns would be the most despised. Of course, this is the rule in the world and there is no restraint on you."

"When fighting the Japanese, why do you care about being open and upright?" Meng Youtian smiled and said, "Just like you, you have also taken advantage of the Japanese's weaknesses to do sneak attacks. This is a black gun, oh, no, it's a sniper, but it's actually the same thing."

"You have many fallacies, I can't tell you." Liu Feng stroked his hair that was splattered by the wind, was silent for a moment, and whispered: "I heard that the Eighth Route Army hates this relationship with men and women the most. I know. The villain is going to fall to death, and the adult is going to kill him."

Meng Youtian was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise: "Why are you talking about this well and you are still vague? Don't we both have that one yet? Where did the little guy come from?"

Liu Feng's face turned red, she gave Meng Youtian a blank look and said, "Who said we were both? I just asked you if this is the case?"

"No." Meng Youtian said with certainty: "We are strict with people in the party. We are ordinary people. At most, we can criticize and criticize us. We can't do anything to us."

Liu Feng nodded, and there was something difficult to say. She lowered her head and grabbed a small grass between the cracks of the rocks, shattered the leaves one by one, and kneaded them into small eggs and flew away.

"I know what you are thinking." Meng Youtian pulled Liu Feng's sleeve and said, "I'm also anxious, but some things - Ah Xiu is so big, and she is really that a little bit at this time. I'm sorry for you, you-"

"Tsk, who said I'm anxious?" Liu Feng rolled his eyes with a quarrel and said, "Why do you think you are a hot commodity? You and I don't have that, so you still have to marry you?"

"That? Which one is that?" Meng Youtian said with a wicked smile: "You must not be very clear, and you have to pretend to be clear. If you have the chance, I will teach you well?"

Liu Feng spat lightly and said angrily: "Go, go home to teach your wife, I want to bully someone, and I will hit you with a blooming face."

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Chapter completed!