It was not without fearless Japanese heavy machine gunners who tried to mobilize their guns to shoot up the hill, but the super snipers stopped their ambitions.

Seeing the power of the artillery, Zhen Dazhuang also stopped firing and acted as Mo Xiaomei's observer, and the machine gunners and grenadiers who dared to attack the mountainside became the targets of their killing.

However, at a distance of more than 200 meters, Mo Kitten was almost useless.

And Zeng Shui on the opposite mountain, as a single soldier, is second only to two soldiers, and in a minute of shooting, he emptied the five-round magazine made by Hanyang, killing three enemies, and all of them were guys with small sun flags on bayonets.

Really, that plaster flag is too eye-catching.

The first shooter in Qinglong Mountain, the accuracy is also good, which makes Yan Laoqi, who is commanding the bandits to shoot on the side, ashamed of himself again.

It was no longer possible to stay on the mountain road, and the Japanese puppet army, who had survived by lying in the bushes, began to climb up the mountain.

The frantically chased poisonous bees also irritated them even more, and for hundreds of days, the puppet army squeezed through the bushes like locusts, and hung with thorns all over their bodies, shooting at the mountain while climbing up the mountain.

If you stay on the mountain road, you can only die, either by shells, stung by the remnants of poisonous bees, or killed by a volley of bullets flying down from time to time on the mountains on both sides.

The thirst for life made them no longer afraid of the thorns that could easily penetrate the flesh, and even directly tore the dense thorn bushes with their hands, even if their hands were bloody.

Man, the fear of death, is unstoppable by anything and everything, and this can only be understood by those who are shrouded in the shadow of death.

Subconsciously, the mountain located on this side of the high-altitude projectile has become the choice of all Japanese puppet troops, because the machine guns here also like to engage in biological warfare, and instinctively make them think that the threat is greater.

On the battlefield, both tactically and instinctively by the warrior's choice, it is always to destroy the enemy who poses the greatest threat to him.

The seventy or eighty bandits led by Xiao Senan, who had thrown out the killer beehive closest to the bottom of the mountain, bore the brunt, and the bullets of the Japanese puppet army, who were already crazy, passed through the jungle and directly swept down nearly ten people.

It is said that the pointed bullet of the Type 38 rifle has too much kinetic energy because it pursues the range too much, and after it is fired into the human body, it often penetrates the body and reduces the lethality.

Actually, that's because you haven't personally experienced being hit by a 6.5mm bullet, which penetrates the human body, but the bullet hole left behind is definitely not a hole the size of a bullet as people think, but at least the size of a wine cup.

Imagine that a person who was talking and laughing with you just now, suddenly, a blood hole the size of a wine cup appeared in his chest, because of the huge pressure difference between inside and outside the body, the blood spurted out by the pressure formed a terrible blood mist, and spit on your face like this, while he, his eyes were dim, and he wanted to talk to you, but because of the gradual loss of life, he didn't even have the strength to move his mouth.

What will happen to you?

Will it be sad? Will be angry? Will it go crazy? Or, perhaps, fear。。。。。

Perhaps, these emotions will be both.

The cowardly, in the face of the enemy's frenzied front, will retreat because fear prevails. The brave will rise to the occasion, just because the one who falls is his brother.

Therefore, when Diao Ye wiped his face blankly and was rapidly sprayed with blood all over his cheeks from the chest of a bandit beside him, his eyes, in an instant, were redder than the blood on his face.

"Lao Zhu, Zhao Lao Wu, put stones, smash those bitches to death, put them on Lao Tzu!" Xiao Se Nan roared wildly.

The bandits who were in charge of guarding the dozen or so dirt organs on the mountainside were in great mourning, and of course they could put them, and at the bottom of the mountain there was their carefully constructed final hole card.

It was a hoarding mechanism with a lot of rolling stones, and each mechanism was hoarded with thousands of pounds of stones, and as long as they pulled the mechanism, they would definitely be able to inflict a terrifying blow on the enemies who had crawled into the bushes and had nowhere to hide.

However, under the countless boulders, there were not only enemies, but also seventy or eighty brothers who had dived down the mountain only a few dozen meters away from the mountain road in order to launch a poisonous bee war.

"Lao Zhu on the dog day, if you don't let it go, Lao Tzu will rob your daughter to be the wife of the village when he returns to the mountain, and then divorce her, find seven or eight concubines, and let you, the old man, block your heart every day." Xiao Se Nan howled frantically in the woods at the foot of the mountain. "You're going to put it in the!"

The bandits around him saw the boss like this, and then looked at the people around him who were swept down by the enemy, some of them had lost their breath, and some were still twitching slightly, and they were also brothers who were out of breath and less in gas, their eyes were red, and they roared together: "Lao Zhu, let go." ”

"Zhao Lao Wu, put it."

"Lao Zhu, let's go."

The roar of dozens of people erupted at the same time, echoing between the two mountains, and for a while, it even overshadowed the rumbling cannonball, and even the artillery led by Sun Zhen, who was more than 600 meters away, seemed to hear this sound.

Even Zhen Dazhuang and Mo Xiaomei, who had already experienced several life-and-death battles, and their nerves had been tempered like steel cast iron, after hearing the roar of being stirred by the mountains, they couldn't help but feel a pain in their hearts, extremely painful.

They also knew that once the mechanism was pulled down, tens of thousands of catties of boulders would roll down the hillside, and it would be impossible for people on the boulder rolling route to survive. There will be no one out of ten who is in that place.

The mortality rate is as high as 90 percent.

They are bandits, they are outcasts, they are the lowest class of people living in poor China, but the choices they make are pure and tearful.

In order to avenge their brothers, so that more brothers can live, they would rather not live themselves.

Just like their comrades-in-arms on the lonely mountain, they stood on the top of the mountain and shouted at their comrades-in-arms: Shoot at me.

The Japanese could not understand what the Chinese were yelling dozens of meters away, in their opinion, it was more like the Chinese were scared and frightened, and this imaginary state stimulated them even more, and they continued to climb up while shooting while screaming.

But the puppet soldiers understood, and their faces instantly turned pale.

Bandits, what can you put it?

They don't fart, they can only let go of boulders and logs that they have shown their power before.

"Lao Zhu, you are a dog! If he didn't let it go, Lao Tzu rushed down with his brothers. Xiao Se Nan swept down the mountain with a shell gun, and the green tendons burst out of his neck and roared again.

"Put, put, put 。。。。。" A bandit on the mountainside, who was also roaring, jerked off the mechanism in his hand.

More than a dozen switches were all pulled at the moment when the leader gave the order, this was already the last hole card of Qinglong Mountain, after this move, the rest was to rely on the knife and gun in his hand.

A middle-aged man in his early forties squatted on the ground and cried bitterly, ignoring even the stray bullets that slammed beside him.

With a "boom", the boulder that was released from the fence slowly rolled down due to gravity, and then gradually accelerated, like a pony who had been in the circle for seven or eight days and was suddenly released to have fun.

Cheers, jumps, and runs down the mountain. Along the way, whether it was a tree with a thick calf or a shrub that was once considered tough, they were all smashed and knocked away by boulders that carried a weight of 100 catties or even more than 200 catties and a height of 200 meters of potential energy on their bodies.

No one can stop the boulders from returning to Mother Earth, and after a hundred meters of galloping, even a tank can smash it into scrap metal.

Looking down from the mountain, I feel like I saw galloping horses galloping on the green grassy grassland, and the grass was split into countless visible traces, which was very spectacular, spectacular and made people's scalp tingle.

But for the Japanese puppet army who was trying to climb thirty meters up the mountain, it was not as simple as a numb scalp, it would really scare Xiang.

Fear is not enough to describe the despair in their hearts.

What poisonous bees, what cannons, what crazy carriages, compared to this, are all pediatrics.

Those still have reasons to continue to live.

Poisonous bees, as long as they are not targeted by a swarm, can live in addition to being full of heads; Cannonballs, as long as they are not particularly unlucky, basically do not die; Carriages, you can kill horses, you can hide in the bushes, as long as you react quickly enough.

But now, there is no reason.

There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape, the only thing you can do is to shrink your body into a ball, reduce the area, if it is best to clump into a grain of sand, it is best to clump into a clump smaller than the bacteria.

The rest can only be handed over to God, see if you have done any good things in your previous life, what if? What if the galaxy is saved?

It's a pity that most people seem to have seen the hideous smiling face of Uncle Death.

The boulder sings along the way, destroying all the creatures it touches on the hillside, whether plants or animals, and turning them into paint that dots the boulder's less rich color.

The fate of the vast majority of the Japanese puppet troops who climbed the hillside was already decided the moment the boulder fell.