Maybe it's because they don't pay much attention to the guerrillas in the mountains.

So what the Japanese used this time was actually the 11th-year-old direct-fire infantry cannon that had been basically eliminated.

The caliber is 70 mm, and the shells are loaded from the muzzle, but must be fired with a match rope.

Even with the old-fashioned cannon, the little devil can still shoot in a precise manner and with very high accuracy.

Hearing the scream, Madman Yang was thrown into the ditch by his brother next to him.

Boom boom, two loud noises.

Shrapnel shot out, gravel jumped, and two columns of smoke billowed up.

Soon, Madman Yang stood up from the ditch and shouted: "Run..."

I ran forward two steps, but found that my teammates were not keeping up, so I quickly lowered my body and rolled back.

Madman Yang asked the brother in the ditch in the smoke: "What's wrong?"

"Come on, I might not be able to survive..." He looked at his femoral artery being torn by shrapnel, and blood was pouring out from between his fingers.

"Let's go?" Madman Yang shook his head: "Die together!"

"Hurry up and leave...have you forgotten the last lesson the instructor gave us?"

"No." Madman Yang began to take off his clothes.

"If you don't leave, I will bite my tongue and commit suicide now." He gritted his teeth and raised his cheeks, his face was full of pain, and his face was ferocious.

"You can't die..." Crazy Yang shook his head. He meant that he couldn't die by biting his tongue. Unfortunately, he didn't say much.

"Fuck...your uncle..." The pain made it difficult to speak coherently.

"Stop talking nonsense..." Madman Yang had already taken off his shirt, tore it into strips, and was about to bandage it.

"The artery is broken...you know...it's useless...hurry up and carry me...you just need to avoid...the machine gun in front...climb up the cliff...you can do it."

.." If it were an ordinary person, he would have fainted by now.

"I won't...use my brother...body...to block bullets." Crazy Yang's mouth kept moving, almost word by word.

"If you... died... who would sweep the leader's grave... during the holidays... who would... burn paper for... me... this... single seedling...

.It seems...I really want to...cut off my son...and have no grandchild...you want...to let me...down there...have no money...to find a woman..." That person on the ground

You let go of your hand covering your thigh, and blood began to flow out.

Madman Yang was stunned, and his mind was a little hard to turn around.

"Hurry up...the shelling...end...the pursuers...come up...brother...please...burn me some...paper..." the voice became louder and louder.

The weaker.

He tilted his head and fainted.

The beating of the heart, which lacks blood return, seems to begin to weaken.

Boom...boom...

Two artillery shells exploded not far away from the two men again.

Fortunately, both of them were in the ditch.

Madman Yang began to take off his leggings.

soon.

A bare-chested figure quickly passed through the rising sun and the smoke that had not had time to be carried away by the mountain wind.

Boom...boom...

Shells exploded behind him, causing shrapnel to wreak havoc.

The shrapnel cut open Madman Yang's trousers and pierced the back of his brother behind him.

A certain puppet soldier who had slowly surrounded them raised his gun and watched the figure that merged into one person move. He hesitated and raised the muzzle of his gun.

Bang...bang...bang...

The bullets started coming thicker.

The impact point of the artillery shells moved forward, and the puppet troops followed.

There are protruding cliffs on both sides of the mountain pass, and there seems to be no way out except entering the mountain through the mountain pass.

The company commander who directed the pursuit was a little dumbfounded. Release of water had never been done before, but it had to be done covertly and without leaving any traces.

You bastards are so ready to raise your guns and shoot them in the sky. Do you really think that the imperial army behind you doesn't dare to attack you?

The pseudo company commander only felt a chill on his neck...

Those... I should call them those two, did not run towards the mountain pass two miles away, but ran directly towards the cliff that jutted out to the right.

The cliff that is 20 to 30 meters high is almost like a vertical cut.

The two people who fled didn't stop at all.

Blood dripped down all the way.

The Japanese behind them stopped shelling, and the captain lowered his binoculars.

A Japanese military policeman was chatting next to the captain, which basically meant: "All his tactical moves come entirely from the Imperial Military Police training content..."

"What do you mean?"

"If my guess is correct, this person should have been trained in the empire."

"What do you want to say?"

"Please be careful and keep alive, please."

"What if he resists?"

"That's your problem..."

"Interesting!" Captain Guizi raised his hand over his shoulder, bent his palm, and waved forward.

A group of Japanese soldiers squatting on the ground got up, trotted towards the mountain pass, passed the horses, and soon came behind the puppet soldiers who kept shooting.

He screamed and pushed away the puppet soldier who was about fifty meters away and was close to escaping.

The Japanese commander who followed behind seemed to completely ignore the scene of the puppet soldiers shooting into the air.

The soldier carrying the body was fifty meters away.

The Japs formed an arc, their guns pointed toward the ground.

The captain once again waved his raised finger forward, and then, a squad of Japanese soldiers came out immediately under the leadership of the sergeant.

He was approaching the one running away from the mountain wall.

Madman Yang looked up at the cliff carefully, feeling a little desperate.

There seem to be some kind of animal footprints on the cliff?

leopard?

It's not like that. A leopard can climb trees, but it may not have the ability to climb such a cliff!

I can't care about that much, it's all dead anyway, so I took a run and dug my fingers into a small depression.

The arm muscles contract, the hands slowly bend, and the two bodies slowly rise up.

Logically speaking, if you want to climb such a cliff, you should first put down the bodies of your comrades behind you.

However, he didn't do that.

The puppet soldiers standing behind the ghost were stunned and shook their heads.

Facing this kind of cliff, if there are brothers pulling on it with ropes, it will be no problem to climb up.

You are carrying more than a hundred pounds, are you kidding me?

My heart was on fire, my palms were covered with sweat, and my eyes were fixed on the body that was slowly rising upward.

The person who was carrying his head was drooping, and blood was dripping down. It seemed that he had died long ago.

With such a brother, death is worth it, some puppet soldiers couldn't help but think wildly.

The puppet soldiers guarding the mountain pass could not turn their eyes. They looked at more and more people outside on the cliff and wondered: "What are they looking at there?"

"You ask me, how do I know?"

"Would you like to go and have a look?"

"The imperial army is watching from the side, and those who leave without permission will be shot. If you are not afraid of death, just go and watch."

"Then forget it."

In the traditional Japanese culture, the mountain is a symbol of religion and the body of God, and mountain climbing is the most advanced way of worship.

So much so that the Japanese who had already arrived below the two men on the mountain wall took the risk to follow them, and the captain sternly shouted to stop them.

"No orders, don't prepare to shoot!" a Japanese soldier yelled in broken Chinese.
To be continued...