Actually, the stone is not as big as people think.

The largest is only the size of a wheel, and most of them are only the size of a grinding disc.

But this type of stone is undoubtedly the most terrifying, in the process of frantically pursuing freedom, they are not like the big boulders of the house belong to the rolling type, because they are constantly colliding with mountains and trees, thus changing their route and direction, and some, even not satisfied with just rolling.

They also learned to fly.

Because of a violent impact, they took off into the air without saying a word, flew dozens of meters in the air, and then fell heavily and took off again.

This kind of collision without a trajectory to follow is undoubtedly the most terrifying.

Some of the stones the size of a millstone run wildly in a straight line, some jump, some spread their "wings" to fly, and some whirl from left to right。。。。。。。 In this way, on the hundreds of meters long hillside, relying on gravitational acceleration and countless obstacles, I came to a journey of self-liberation.

And what awaits the puppet army that has covered the mountain for nearly a thousand days is such a feast that belongs to the crazy stones.

Many Japanese puppet soldiers who tried to curl up and hide under a small tree were crushed by the stones that rolled madly, and they didn't even have time to scream, so they died in silence.

There are also those who are dissatisfied with the tragic fate that is coming, and run around hoping to use their quick minds and nimble bodies to avoid the rolling stones.

And such people often die even worse.

Mo Kitten saw for the first time how a person was smashed by a stone, the grinding stone directly hit the thick body of a Japanese soldier holding a rifle tied to the small sun flag, without causing any hindrance, the rolling stone continued to roar down, while the limbs and head of the Japanese soldier Cao were as if they were suddenly pulled apart by the rope that was tied, and they scattered in all directions, quite like the legendary five horses divided into corpses.

Some soldiers ran and ran, and suddenly, a flying rock gliding in the air swept by, and the head wearing a steel helmet disappeared, perhaps the neuronal signal of the crushed head had not had time to be transmitted to the body, and the headless body even ran forward for more than ten meters before falling to the ground.

Miserable, extremely miserable, the damage caused by tens of thousands of catties of boulders even exceeded the previous total, nearly a thousand days of puppet troops were at least stoned to death in a feast that belonged to stones, and the injuries were countless, intact, that belonged to the super lucky.

"Shoot, keep shooting." Zhen roared.

At this point, all the hole cards of the bandits have been opened, the biological bombs and physical strikes have all been used up, and the rest is left to rely on themselves.

Although in terms of combat record, it has actually won a complete victory, after a few rounds of blows, the Japanese puppet army that was still thousands of people has been killed and wounded, and now there are less than 300 people who can still move and shoot back on the mountain.

However, even if it is three hundred people, it is not something that the bandits and rookies on the mountain can resist, and if they want to survive, they must continue to fight hard.

However, for the bandits and rookies on the mountain, after seeing a few rounds of attacks, the expected strong Japanese criminals were also beaten by themselves, and the rookies were much more courageous than before. He didn't load the bullet and pull the bolt like before, and he didn't dare to stretch out his head to his hiding place, but only stretched out his arm and shot down.

Now, they dare to hold their guns and lean out to shoot at the enemy soldiers they can see.

At the same time, the number of bandits dancing on the top of the mountain suddenly doubled, 8 people, which means that the enemy has attacked the mountain, and the artillery fire extends to the mountain in Area 4, which is also agreed in advance.

Although there is also the possibility of accidentally injuring friendly troops, Sun Zhen, the artillery commander over there, knows very well that accidental injury is much better than the Japanese attacking the mountain, and the death rate is almost 100 percent if the rookies are attacked by the well-trained Japanese puppet army.

At this time, there can be no woman's kindness, even if there are her own people there, they have to be shelled.

After all, he was a person who had been a battalion commander, Sun Zhen was much more decisive than many ordinary people, and he gritted his back molars and ordered: "All artillery, aim at the mountain in Area 4, shell!" ”

"Brother Zhen, no! There are bosses and pimples on the mountain! "Some bandits immediately stood up and objected.

"Bastard, don't use artillery to drive the Japanese devils down the mountain, they have to die the same!" Sun Zhen's eyes were red. "What do you think, is Xiaodiao willing to die in the hands of devils or in the hands of his own brother?"

Bandits, mourn! knew that Sun Zhen was right. It is better to die at the hands of your own brother than to die at the hands of devils.

Compared with soldiers, bandits, who lick blood under the knife, actually have long held the idea of living one day at a time, and it is easier to accept death.

This is why it is said that the people in the rivers and lakes are outlaws.

The three guns almost only hesitated for no more than 20 seconds, and then according to the order, they fired at the hillside where their brothers were staying.

At this time, the remaining Japanese baggage soldiers were less than 100, and the puppet army only had a half-infantry company, at most 2890 people.

When the artillery fire began to bombard along the mountain with great determination, the infantry guns belonging to the direct-aiming guns were just gone, and the killing range of the explosion was only tens of square meters, but the two earthen cannons showed great power at this time by relying on the iron pieces and nails that burst out, and as soon as they exploded, it was the killing of an area the size of a basketball court.

More than a dozen shells came over in a row, and there was a wail on the hillside!

The will to fight was not strong, and the morale of the puppet army slipped to an all-time low.

The enemy's machine guns and rifles on the hill were fighting like fried beans, and there were shells falling on their heads, which was almost a must-lose battle.

What's more, the carriages for transportation have been turned over as many as twenty, and the task of transporting the baggage is no longer possible.

And what made the morale of the puppet army most depressed was that both their battalion commander and their Japanese master, Captain Yuji Nagano of the Chengde Garrison Commander, had not stood up to command the battle for a long time.

I didn't stand up, there can only be two reasons, one is to run away; The second is dead. From the current geographical situation, the probability of dying in battle is almost 100%.

"Run! You dogs are running away for Lao Tzu! I'm going to kill you all! A muffled, indignant voice with a slight cry came from afar.

That's right! That's right! I can't win, why doesn't Lao Tzu run? The sound was like a bolt of lightning that pierced the dark sky of the puppet army.

A puppet army began to retreat secretly, and the result was that the puppet army that saw the movements of its companions retreated, and after gradually moving away from the infantry squadron far enough, the puppet soldiers began to spread their feet and run backwards without any scruples, and they only needed to run 1500 meters for three miles, and they could escape from this flesh and blood battlefield.

By the time the Japanese army came back, the remaining 200 men and horses of the Mukden Independent Brigade had already run forty or fifty meters.

"Baga, Chinese, conscience is greatly broken, dead and dead." A Japanese second lieutenant squad leader who had already taken over the command of the baggage squadron looked at the scene in front of him and almost vomited blood, lying on the ground and cursing through gritted teeth.

However, scolding and scolding, this Japanese second lieutenant did not do the kind of behavior that he scolded in his mouth. If it were changed to before, not to mention that it was just 200 puppet troops running away, it was more than 1,000, and the Japanese second lieutenant dared to shoot and make an example.

But at this time, he didn't dare.

Yes, he coaxed. He was 100% sure that as long as he dared to shoot, the Chinese who wanted to run for their lives and wanted to go crazy would shoot him.

100VS200, even if it is a baggage soldier, the Japanese second lieutenant is confident that he can win.

But even if he wins the final victory against the rebels, how many men will he have left? One or two?

He may be able to win this group of Chinese, but what about the Chinese above his head?

The final outcome can only be that the Japanese will not live.

Looking at the Chinese who are still shooting overhead not very accurately but in large numbers, the Japanese ensign can only endure, and the remaining 100 imperial warriors cannot be consumed in fighting the rebels, but should fight against this group of Chinese who sneak up on the imperial army by despicable means.

With at least five large bags stung by a killer bee on his face and neck, the Japanese second lieutenant hated the Chinese "bandits" far more than the rebels.

Seeing that the puppet army took the initiative to withdraw from the battlefield, Zhen Dazhuang's heart was half relieved, and there were less than 200 people, although the remaining more than 100 Japanese soldiers were still a big threat, but with his machine gun and Mo Xiaomei's sniper rifle, at least he could drag them for a while.

At this moment, he was extremely grateful to the fat chief who should still be running here, it was he who used a sniper rifle to suppress the actual combat of the two Japanese infantry squads in the mountains and forests and taught him and Mo Xiaomei what "special" operations are, although the current situation is a little different from that time, but they are not fighting alone, they have bandit brothers and three cannons to cooperate, but it is much stronger than Liu Lang's one person and one gun.

"Kitten, I'm responsible for killing those who are working hard, and you are responsible for killing those who dare to attack me." Zhen Dazhuang quickly divided labor.

"No problem!" Mo Xiaomei gestured at Zhen Dazhuang from a distance.

The two elite soldiers quickly reached a consensus, not seeking total annihilation, but only suppressing and delaying.

However, the two devils who helped to forget their ancestors for the abuse of the number dictionary want to run? I'm afraid, it's not that easy to run, right?

"Order Brother Sun, shell Area 2 with at least ten shells." Squinting at the more than 200 puppet soldiers fleeing in embarrassment, Zhen Dazhuang ordered the bandits in charge of signaling.

So, in the most conspicuous position on the top of the mountain, the dancing bandits became 2 again, and then 5 stood up, jumped down and stood back again。。。。。。

There is no way, this is already everyone in charge of the trigger mechanism on the mountain, and most of the rest are in the bushes below the mountain, not knowing whether they are alive or dead.

2 plus 5 plus 5, 2 plus 10 shells in sector No. 5, well! Anyway, Sun Zhen can understand it.

The repositioned infantry and earthen artillery quickly poured ten shells on the mountain road where the puppet soldiers were running frantically.

Ten shells naturally caused a lot of casualties to the puppet army during the run, but it was not the ten shells that almost wiped out the puppet army, but a carriage, a horse had been killed, the horseman fled, and the carriage stayed alone on the mountain road.

The carriage happened to be hit by an infantry artillery shell.

Then, a terrible scene happened.