Zhang Weimin found that the battlefield habits developed after years of fighting were not strong.

The moment the feather arrow flew out, the body naturally fell to the side.

The puppet troops who heard the sound nearby, faithfully lie down to cover up the orders of the executive officer.

Almost all the screams came from the Japanese.

More than ten Japanese in the team were all shot and fell to the ground.

The ambushers used bows and arrows, as if they were afraid of using guns to cause the puppet troops to fight back!

Although there was no gunshot, the sound of the buzzing hunting bow was still circling in his ears like a poisonous snake hissing.

In ambush!

The other party may have landmines buried.

Since the other party’s target is the Japanese!

Then, it is foolish to do anything to face the enemy at this time.

The other party was once his brother, how could the puppet soldiers not know this?

For a moment, no one shot back.

The puppet soldiers who found the cover were pulling rifles, holding submachine guns and pushing the bolts in panic, pulling the bolts to get the bullets loaded.

An arrogant voice appeared on the ridge: "Let me listen to it, put down your weapons, and stop killing the gun..."

This guy is a little verbose...

Zhang Weimin climbed among the bushes.

I saw half a figure poking out from the ridge, wearing an Eighth Route Army uniform, pointing at myself with a black muzzle in his right hand, and putting his little finger in his left hand on the grenade pull ring that lifted the back cover...

There were nearly a hundred people in the valley, but no one dared to shoot at that person.

The Eighth Route Army continued to sarcastically: "Don't look at me with that look, and don't be lucky. Who dares to point the gun at me? I have more than a hundred grenades and ten machine guns here, and I will send you back to my hometown!"

Twist...

The Military Commissioner who had been involved in the puppet army suddenly raised his gun and fired.

His mission is to supervise the puppet army to clear out the Eighth Route Army. If the Japanese die, they have nothing to do with him, but the security brigade must make an indissoluble bond with the Eighth Route Army.

Therefore, he felt that the time was for the service to the Party and the country.

Unfortunately, Huakou Bolanging's range is so cute...

Bang...

The arrogant Eighth Route Army fired back.

Then, he threw the grenade in his hand into the ravine...

"Damn, if you dare to resist, don't blame me for not leaving a way out for you..." The eighth leader quickly lowered his body after firing the gun and throwing the grenade.

Suddenly, fallen leaves flew all over the sky, arms raised, and smokey grenades hit the ravine.

Several gray figures suddenly rose up, and machine guns that were raising their feet began to pour bullets into the ravine.

Dada da... Dada da...

"Retreat..." Zhang Weimin screamed strangely, got up and ran backwards...

My heart is as lightning as lightning, and now I have to leave here.

The ravine was narrow, and the team of nearly a thousand people behind him was unable to provide firepower support to him.

Want to run?

The hunting bow in Li Laoba's hand was pulled into a full circle.

Bang, a feather arrow flew out of the bushes with a trembling sound. The arrows that had calculated in advance pierced through Zhang Weimin's thighs, forcing him to kneel down on the ground...

boom...

The first grenade thrown into the ravine exploded...

Boom boom boom boom boom...

The sound of grenade explosions one after another exploded like a death-seeking ghost, exploded among the puppet army that was also preparing to retreat.

The shrapnel flew across the military uniform and teared the muscles of the big and small legs, penetrated into the chest, pierced into the lower abdomen...

Bob...bob...

The fearless puppet soldiers regained their colors...

Unfortunately, they seemed to forget that they were completely at a disadvantage in terms of terrain...

Occasionally, some people lie down on the mountain...

Boom boom boom boom...

The second wave of grenades exploded...

Slap, rifles fired at the puppet troops who could still move in the smoke of gunpowder...

"Don't bother, withdraw..." Zhang Weimin was also a cruel person. He broke the feather arrow that penetrated his thigh and broke it halfway. He pulled the arrow out of the inside.

Fortunately, I didn't hurt my bones...

Two puppet military guards next to them picked up Zhang Weimin from left to right and ran back.

Li Laoba did not use a bow and arrow anymore, and picked up the shell gun next to him...

Slap sex...

Begin to pull the trigger on the figure in the smoke...

Bullets are whistling, grenades are exploding...

The guard next to Zhang Weimin fell down, and the one who followed him immediately stepped forward to make up for his seat...

When people are in desperate situations, they should not underestimate their outbreaks...

The battle begins quickly and ends just as quickly.

More than ten minutes later, the puppet army entering the ravine did not have a single survivor.

No one surrendered.

Old bandit Qi stood on the ridge and watched the soldiers cleaning the battlefield.

Captain Qin next to him had a dark face: "I told you to bury a landmine. Your mother had to ambush, which caused me to seriously injure another team member..."

Old Bandit Qi was a little embarrassed: "Wouldn't it be good to leave our landmines for the Japanese?"

"The person surnamed Zhang ran away, he would not eliminate the roots, and he would only keep disaster..."

"You know, you just want the Zhang surname to go back. Now that we have killed the Japanese, he will definitely not be able to go back and hand in the office..."

"Do you think they will give us the 100,000 kilograms of grain they promised?"

"Hehe, dare he not give it to me? I will cut off my head one by one and give it to them!"

Captain Qin was startled: "We can't kill prisoners."

"Get out of your way, I'm not the Eighth Route Army now..."

"Rareless... You said yes, you said yes, you said no, you said no?"

Old bandit Qi reached out and snatched two oceans from Captain Qin's pocket.

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

"Hehe, according to the Eighth Route Army regulations, you will now give me two oceans as travel expenses. I can leave the Eighth Route Army!"

"You really want to leave the Eighth Route Army?" Captain Qin was startled. The leader of the team on the battlefield betrayed... It seems that he can't even say he's betrayed: "Do you want to be a deserter?"

"That He Chuanlin, come here to have a meeting quickly... Let's raise our hands to vote."

He Chuanlin couldn't understand: "Forget it, Lao Qi..."

The old bandit Qi was proud: "I am now leaving the Eighth Route Army and is the leader of Lingqiu Cave. When tomorrow, you will send someone to recruit me."

Fuck, can you still do this?

He Chuanlin was stunned on the spot, and the smoky smoked in the Nine Camp was well-deserved!

Seeing Captain Qin still staring at him, Old Bid Qi was furious: "You are the captain of Lingqiu Cave guerrillas, I am a bandit. I am now passing by here to ambush this group of puppet troops who are accomplices of the Japanese. The Eighth Route Army unites all anti-Japanese teams. Should you help?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He Chuanlin was a little confused: "Aren't the battle all over?"

"Get out..." Old bandit Qi pushed He Chuanlin away, the indifferent guy, face to face with Team Qin, and shouted: "Tell me, if there is an anti-Japanese team fighting the puppet army, do you need help?"

Captain Qin was startled and replied subconsciously: "In theory, we should help..."

"Then can you help me clean the battlefield after we finish this battle?"

Captain Qin's mind finally turned around: "Aren't you bullshit?"

"We are friendly troops now. Do you understand? If you are not happy, hurry up and take people out..."
To be continued...