Just follow up, the plainclothes team has a small number of people, which is comparable to the guerrilla team. If other factors are excluded, of course you don’t have to be afraid. However, fighting in the enemy-occupied area, you must fight and retreat quickly and not waste time. The plainclothes team obviously has no strength and does not intend to rely on themselves to solve the guerrilla team. They don’t know how long they have been following, but someone must have gone back to report the news and recruited a large group of people.

Meng Youtian realized that the situation of the guerrilla team was very dangerous. If he was entangled by the plainclothes team, the enemy's large group of troops would be surrounded from all directions. With a brain teaser, he whispered a few words to Zhang Xiaoman and others beside him, and arranged a temporary response plan.

Qin Lianfang and his team had already arrived in front of the deserted temple. As soon as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, someone came from behind to call the police and told Meng Youtian's plan.

"He Guizi, you will transfer the team immediately to the second camp." Qin Lianfang pondered for a moment, looked up and ordered the team leader He Guizi, "Leave three spears, Brother Meng and I will lead our men to block the enemy in the small temple and buy time for you."

"Instructor, I'll stop you, you will lead the team to transfer." He Guizi couldn't let a lesbian break the rear and bear the danger, so he stepped forward and rushed to say.

"Abide by the order." Qin Lianfang was rarely stern, her eyes widened, and her tone added again, saying, "Don't worry, we will evacuate from the tunnel after a blocking moment. Come on, go quickly."

He Guizi bit his lip, waved his hand, and led the team to cross the small temple and rushed to the distance.

Qin Lianfang waited for Meng Youtian to come up, and the two walked into the deserted temple, alarmed the birds under the eaves, and rushed to fly away. Meng Youtian narrowed his eyes slightly, adapted for a while and opened it again, and saw three broken mud tires sitting in a row on the throne of the gods. With the moonlight leaking from the broken roof, he could only see that the face of the mud tire in the middle was white, the mud tires standing on both sides were missing arms and legs, and he held the seal and raised the knife to look at each other.

Meng Youtian got on the magic table, walked around the mud tire in it, approached the hexagonal rear window, set up a gun, and stared at the outside.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoman and others came to meet up, grabbed the spears left behind, and pushed the bullets into the load, ready for battle. Some were invisible outside the temple gate, some were hiding behind the broken wall, and another man and Qin Lianfang opened the tunnel entrance under the divine table together.

Meng Youtian looked into the distance through the back window. Under the starlight, the enemy slowly touched it. Three ghost-like guys took their heads, wearing plain clothes, headbands and towels, and carrying box guns. Behind them were about thirty people wearing plain clothes and holding weapons.

I had to wait here for a while and drag the group of plainclothes spies who were reluctant to leave. Meng Youtian aimed the gun at the enemy at a distance of more than 200 meters. Even in the dark, it was not difficult to shoot.

"Boom!" An explosion sounded without warning, and the fire broke out, and the three leading spies were knocked to the ground by air waves and shrapnel.

Humph, Zhang Xiaoman let out a cold snorted. This was the tripping grenade he set up, which made it difficult for the enemy to detect in the darkness and was hit in an instant.

"Bang!" Meng Youtian's gun rang out, and a plainclothes spy fell down.

The plainclothes team, which was attacked, knew that they had been discovered. Under the command of the leader, they scattered and shouted, three groups, two groups, and jumped around the deserted temple while shooting.

The gunfire sounded fiercely, and the plainclothes team also carried some spears and a crooked hand. They did not approach too much, and found positions more than 100 meters away to shoot at the deserted temple. The purpose was obvious, they wanted to hold the guerrillas and wait for the arrival of the large army.

The bullets chirped and roared, and the dust rose up on the wall. The broken roof fell from time to time. Meng Youtian and others relied on the broken wall and attacked, shooting the bullets of hatred at the enemy.

"Bang!" Meng Youtian shot a shot in a hole in a wall. The machine gun that was screaming for a while stopped and then started to ring wildly again.

Meng Youtian spit out the dust in his mouth and stretched out a muzzle from another crack. After the gunshots, the enemy's machine gun became mute again.

"Take it alive!"

"Can't ask them out!"

"You can't run away!"

"Save the gun, why do you work hard?"

"Put the gun and throw it over. The imperial army will be rewarded. The women in the city will sleep at will."

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The plainclothes spy team had already fallen down seven or eight people, and the machine gun shooter was even reimbursed two. Although they were crowded and the fight was lively, they were at a disadvantage in actual results. Seeing that the little wilderness temple had already been surrounded, the spies seemed to smell the honey mung bean flies, and they wanted to fly to taste it but were afraid of being trapped by honey. The gunshots fell, and the spies howled around them with courage.

The shooting frequency of Meng Youtian and others also decreased. In the dark night, although there was occasionally the light of moon and stars, no one had the good eyesight of Meng Youtian, nor did he have such good marksmanship to deal with enemies who showed their heads from time to time.

"Bang hook!" As the gunshot sounded, a spy was lifted off the sky spirit cover when it showed up from its original position for the second time, as if he had actively touched the bullet.

Meng Youtian smiled coldly, pushed the bullet and loaded it, looking for the target in the noise of the enemy again.

"Bang!" Another gunshot was heard, and a big man stood up in the grass with difficulty, and threw himself to the ground with his eyes wide open.

At such a distance, Meng Youtian could almost break an egg, and his extraordinary eyesight made him a shooting performance alone.

Don't expose your head twice in one place; don't shoot continuously in one place; don't use a thug gun randomly, as the fire will expose the target. Meng Youtian kept moving in the deserted temple, either from the holes in the wall, from the cracks, or from the windows, shooting precise bullets at the spies surrounding the deserted temple until he had a bullet all over again.

It may be the first time Qin Lianfang saw Meng Youtian using his magical gun technique to snipe the enemy. His cat's eyes blinked, and his eyes followed Meng Youtian's figure. He was both envious and admired.

The plainclothes spies became scared and hid their bodies tightly, their heads were lying low, and their arrogant howling gradually stopped.

"Is it a friend named Meng?" Suddenly a voice shouted.

Meng Youtian was stunned for a moment, then quietly pressed the magazine into the gun. After pausing for a while, the sound rang again.

"Meng friend, look at the formation around you. It is impossible to go out. Stop the gun and throw it over!"

"The Imperial Army loves heroes like you, and I will be rewarded with 10,000 yuan."

"Let you be the captain! We will marry you a lot of wives, from Baoding? from Tianjin? You can see any village, as long as you speak."

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Meng Youtian heard the money and the beauty's temptation. He was a little funny. When he turned his head, he saw Qin Lianfang's bright eyes staring at him under a ray of starlight.

"Hehe, this guy is shouting so hard!" Zhang Xiaoman spat behind the mud statue. "Who do you think of my elder brother Meng as? He is promoted, made a fortune, and a woman. I am not interested in my elder brother Meng! Let me scold him a few words?"

Meng Youtian shook his head quickly and said, "Don't answer them. They can't tell me if it's me, why bother!" As he said that, he continued to peek out through the cracks in the wall.

"The enemy's large army seems to be coming." A team member lay behind the wall of the temple gate and suddenly reminded him in a faint voice.

Well, Meng Youtian responded. He also saw the light of torches and flashlights in the distance, and heard the noise of the people and horses. The surrounding artillery towers and enemies at the strongholds, either received orders or heard gunshots, all ran out one after another and gathered here. Some were in military uniforms, some were in plain clothes, some were riding horses, some were riding bicycles, and some were walking. Pistols, rifles, and machine guns surrounded from all directions.

Miyamoto personally commanded the troops and rushed over. He heard that the guerrillas were trapped in a deserted temple. He was so happy that his beard was so tall that he ordered people to shout. He wanted to catch the alive.

"Taijun, stay away from it and be careful of the black gun." A spy leader hurried forward and flattered and licked his butt.

"Black gun?" Miyamoto was stunned for a moment, and he felt happy again. He guessed: "The enemy's sharpshooter is inside?"

"Yes, this guy's shooting skills are black and fierce. One shot, our people will be seriously injured!" The spy leader cried with a sad face and kept complaining, wanting to get the reward from his master like a skinny dog.

Miyamoto no longer had the patience to listen to his longing, waved his hand, and was about to issue a new order. A crisp gunshot sounded again in the deserted temple. Then, there was a riot in the front team, and someone shouted: "Taijun was beaten to death, and Taijun Yongshan was beaten to death."

Many people, Meng Youtian signaled Zhang Xiaoman and others to go down. He was looking for valuable targets in the enemy reinforcements, shot one shot from the left and the other shot from the right, and shot the dead bullets.

Several officers were killed one after another, causing several enemies around the deserted temple to cause a small chaos.

Miyamoto narrowed his eyes and gave up the idea of ​​capturing alive. The enemy was so stubborn and fierce, and his luck could only bring greater casualties. He glared and roared: "Blow the trumpet!"

With the shrill sound of the horns, the rifles and machine guns around them suddenly rang out. The dense bullets flew towards the deserted temple. In the middle, the sound of grenade launchers continued to sound.

Seeing that the enemy's fire was caught, Meng Youtian rolled on the ground twice, came to the divine table, first stretched his gun into the tunnel, and was taken over by the people inside, he turned over and crawled in, raised his hand, and covered the cover.

"Go away quickly, Brother Meng." Qin Lianfang's voice sounded beside her, and a flashlight was lit. Out of her care and love for Meng Youtian, she deliberately stayed at the end.

Meng Youtian nodded, took his big gun, and followed Qin Lianfang forward. One dead and one injured, the small battle still paid the price. However, the five people blocked dozens of plainclothes spies and held back a large number of enemies, which not only caused considerable casualties to the enemy, but also caused the guerrilla team to escape from danger.

The dull explosions kept coming from the top of his head, trembling, and the soil above his head fell down. After climbing through this horizontal hole, it became spacious and the speed of progress could be accelerated. Qin Lianfang was about to say something to tell Meng Youtian behind him, but he heard a violent tremor. The authentic top soil and wall behind him collapsed, burying her legs.

Qin Lianfang struggled hard, picked up the falling flashlight and shone it behind her. Meng Youtian was smashed by a pile of dirt, revealing only a piece of gun barrel.

"Brother Meng, Brother Meng..." Qin Lianfang screamed in disbelief, pounced on him like crazy, desperately digging the soil with both hands. Her nails were cracked and blood was flowing out, but she couldn't feel the pain. Tears suddenly surged up, and her eyes blurred under the light of the flashlight.

Qin Lianfang accelerated her speed even faster and dug out Meng Youtian's head first, and turned to the side so that her nostrils and mouth could sweep the air. Then she blew the soil on Meng Youtian's body to both sides. The hole was too narrow and some could not be used, but the big soil on her head was the top of her head. Not much was on her body.

While panting, Qin Lianfang squatted halfway, gritted her teeth, grabbed Meng Youtian's back collar, and used her strength to slowly drag Meng Youtian backwards bit by bit. Finally, she pulled Meng Youtian out of the horizontal hole and came to a slightly spacious place.

Meng Youtian closed his eyes tightly, his head and face were covered with dirt, and his breathing was extremely weak. He could hardly feel it.

Qin Lianfang was too nervous and caring. She couldn't try Meng Youtian's breathing, and her pulse seemed to be indifferent. She had studied medical care and hurriedly gave Meng Youtian a first aid.

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After the crazy shooting and bombing, the Xiaohuang Temple almost became a pile of rubble and ruins. The smoke filled the gunpowder and the dust flew. It took a long time to slowly dissipate.

The enemy picked up the bayonet, hugged his waist, howled "ahah" and rushed up, rushing into the rubble ruins. After searching for a long time, he did not find the enemy's body. Miyamoto followed in with his head raised his head, and under the illumination of the flashlight and torch, he reviewed it again. He still had nothing.

"Well! They escaped?!" a spy muttered to himself.

Miyamoto frowned and looked at the crucian moon in the sky, his heart full of doubts and confusion. But the word "died" suddenly reminded him. He stomped his feet and shouted: "Come on, dig it for me. The enemy hid in the cave and digged three feet to find them."

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Meng Youtian suddenly snorted, his fingers moved, and his breathing became heavy. Qin Lianfang hurriedly raised his body from his face, wiped his mouth, and looked at Meng Youtian out of joy. He was alive. Although Meng Youtian was still in a coma, his pulse was beating vigorously and his breathing was basically normal.

Not far away, he knocked and smashed, and Qin Lianfang realized that the enemy was digging the tunnel openings randomly. Time was very tight and had been delayed for a lot of time. Now she had to evacuate quickly. She bent down and raised Meng Youtian. The tunnel was not high enough. She could not stand up straight, so she could only half-drag Meng Youtian, kneel down and crawled forward with her knees as her legs.

Zhang Xiaoman and a wounded man had already arrived at the exit. It was a deep ditch with weeds on both sides, which covered the entrance of the cave well. After waiting for a long time, Qin Lianfang and Meng Youtian came over. He was anxious and went back along the tunnel and met Qin Lianfang.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with Brother Meng?" Zhang Xiaoman saw Qin Lianfang crawling forward with Meng Youtian halfway, Meng Youtian's head hung on her shoulders, and he turned his heart and asked anxiously.

"He was injured, hurry up and leave. The enemy was digging the tunnel." Qin Lianfang's face was washed away by sweat and mud, and her hair was scattered, and she urged her mouth.

The tunnel was narrow and the two of them couldn't even get rid of it. Zhang Xiaoman turned around and lay on the ground and said, "Instructor, you climb over me and I'll carry Brother Meng, let's retreat quickly."

Qin Lianfang hesitated for a moment, gently put Meng Youtian down, crawled over Zhang Xiaoman's back, and walked forward with his waist. Zhang Xiaoman also moved Meng Youtian's back with his knees, but it was much faster than Qin Lianfang.

The three people arrived at the exit and met with the injured. Compared with Meng Youtian, the injured person was injured more severely. He was hit by a bullet on his right waist and lay on the wet ground, with beans of sweat rising from his forehead.

Zhang Xiaoman put down Meng Youtian and looked at the wounded lying on the ground, feeling a little worried. The wounded was strong and much heavier than Meng Youtian. It would be fine for him to carry one, but these two were difficult to deal with.

Qin Lianfang also knew that the situation was urgent now, and the enemy could not tell when the tunnel was dug open and chased after it. Time could not be delayed at all. She pointed to Meng Youtian and said, "I will carry Brother Meng, and you will carry Xiao He."

Zhang Xiaoman nodded, took out two grenades, pulled out the strings, and tied them into the grass at the exit. Then the enemy caught up with the tunnel. Once the grenade exploded, the entrance of the hole would have to be buried half dead.

Qin Lianfang had already carried Meng Youtian on his back, walked out of the cave, walked along the slope, down to the bottom of the ditch, and walked eastward. Zhang Xiaoman followed behind with the wounded man surnamed He, and passed Qin Lianfang in a while. He took off Meng Youtian's big gun, carried it on himself, carried the box in one hand, and opened the way in front, reminding Qin Lianfang to keep a distance from him.

Meng Youtian was still unconscious, but it seemed that his life was not in danger. His breathing sprayed on Qin Lianfang's neck and ears, warm; his little hair rubbed against Qin Lianfang's face, itchy; all of these made Qin Lianfang feel a little relieved. The usual alienation may be able to separate and block her feelings, but when facing the loss of Meng Youtian, Qin Lianfang's true feelings were revealed. In the tunnel, when she saw Meng Youtian buried in the soil, her desperate, her tears, and her anxiety and heartache were all released from long-term suppression of feelings.

Now, Meng Youtian is on her back, so close that she can touch his body temperature, feel his breathing and heartbeat, and smell the sweat on his body. She likes this. This kind of closeness does not violate her principles, is hidden in the feelings of her comrades, but can comfort her heart. Just like after Meng Youtian was poisoned, she took care of her with all her heart, which was out of the same mentality.

Meng Youtian's hands drooped, and he touched Qin Lianfang's chest from time to time. The sensitivity of the unmarried girl made Qin Lianfang feel a strange feeling. She was shy and comfortable... Her heart was beating strongly, and she could feel the power to hit her chest. Her sweat beads oozed out from her forehead, gathered and dripped down again.

The moonlight appears and disappears, and two pairs of overlapping figures, one in front and one behind, are moving between the mountains and fields, seemingly with blurred colors, like an oil painting, hiding its meticulousness and keeping everyone's secrets.
Chapter completed!