"Brothers, I, Diao Ye, and Uncle Sun are going to follow my brother to fight the Japanese devils, and in the future, you will listen to Zeng Shui, this kid, he is a clever man, listen to him.

By the way, help Lao Tzu take care of the old pimple, and, if Lao Tzu hangs up, remember to put a bowl of rabbit meat in front of Lao Tzu's grave during the New Year's holidays in the future. The second man also followed Sun Zhen's example and shouted in front of the bandits.

"Boss, don't! I don't want to be the boss, I can't even eat rabbit meat when I'm the boss, I'm a ball! "The thin bandit who ran over to report the news that the tree had fallen was the first to raise his hand and refuse." Boss, you still don't want to die, otherwise, even if the old pimple gives you a bowl of rabbit meat to the grave, you probably won't be able to eat it. ”

"Why!"

"Because the new boss can't help but steal it!"

"! Don't give Lao Tzu a, it's decided. ”

Although he knew that these brothers of his mine were reluctant to let themselves and use this way to stop them, Xiao Se Nan, who was hot in his heart, still kicked away the former water that was three points cheaper than himself.

What do you say? Xiao Senan's way of becoming a soldier is not as exciting and heroic as Sun Zhen's former soldiers, and it is even a little joyful.

But the effect is even better, everyone actually has such a feeling, to fight with little Japan, it doesn't seem to be a terrible thing.

Human beings are inherently social animals, and their emotions are easily infected by their peers.

You're not afraid, I'm not afraid, naturally the big guys aren't afraid.

To the surprise of Zhen Dazhuang and Mo Xiaomei, after the carving master confessed his "last words", the bandits who were yellow-faced and thin-skinned packed up their things and were about to run away, they all shouted that they wanted to follow the boss to fight the little devils.

Few of them showed fear.

Sun Zhen smiled bitterly and explained to Zhen Dazhuang, together, this is also the most important reason why the bandits of Qinglong Mountain can persist in this place where birds don't for twenty years.

Don't look at them are all peasant-level bandits who don't know a few big characters, but they know how to write the word loyalty better than some readers who are full of poetry and books but who are apostatous faster than anyone else, and they have a great sense of belonging to Qinglong Mountain, especially the only son Diao Ye left by the old village owner, who is very supportive, even if he has a big personality and is not very reliable most of the time.

But so what? They just did what they had to do. And Diao Ye does not live up to their loyalty, although his leadership ability is not good, but he also does what a leader should do, such as the rabbit meat he mentioned earlier.

If you want to improve your food in this mountain, you can only hunt, but this wild thing cannot be caught by touching it, and even experienced hunters may not be able to harvest it every day. There are hundreds of mouths to feed in the cottage.

Xiao Se Nan, a guy who likes to eat meat so much, was able to endure not eating meat for half a year, and gave the little prey he hit to the weakness of Qinglong Mountain.

Loyalty is never one-sided.

At this time, they saw that the leader was going to fight the devils, and where would they run for their lives and let the leader go alone? The crowd was excited, and they stood behind the eagle master with their most convenient weapon, and they didn't even pack up the food that they had just cherished.

People are group animals, but also social animals, although they already have the determination to die, but seeing so many people supporting themselves with actions, Zhen Dazhuang and Mo Xiaomei's hearts are naturally warm.

It's just that most of them are carrying firewood knives that are no more than a foot long in their hands, and some even have a loose stick with the thickness of an arm, although there are twigs on it that have not been cleaned, are they intended to be used as maces?

Zhen Dazhuang still felt a painful wail in his heart, this is to send military merits to the Japanese!

was still thinking about how to phrase it without hurting people's hearts, so he heard Sun Zhen laugh and said: "Squad Leader Zhen, just let them go, I promise, they will be more useful than you imagined." ”

Seeing that Zhen Dazhuang was still a little hesitant, Sun Zhen said again: "Don't worry, you won't let them get too close to the little devil's guns, just wave the flag and shout to help and make a sound." Don't say anything else. You've also seen that killing people may not work, but scaring people, they are professional. Moreover, we also need manpower to carry artillery and shells up the mountain. ”

"Cannon?" Zhen Dazhuang suddenly remembered the 92 infantry gun that they had revealed on the mountain before, and his heart was overjoyed.

Since Sun Zhen specifically mentioned it, it at least shows one thing, that cannon is not a product that bandits use to fool people, it can really be fired.

"Yes, we have a 92 infantry gun, it was during the retreat, the division headquarters came with an order for my artillery battalion to blow up all the artillery, Lao Qi they were reluctant, secretly dismantled the gun and hid it in the car, and then we discussed not to sell the lives of those soft eggs, so we took this cannon and fifteen shells all the way to the south, and finally came to Qinglong Mountain." Sun Zhen explained.

However, as soon as he said that he had this infantry cannon in his hand, his face gradually became proud. "As long as my artillery battalion has artillery in hand, we can let the little devils take a good look, the Northeast Army is not as weak as they imagined, and they don't even dare to resist and retreat thousands of miles, and the shells of our Northeast Army can also kill them."

"Haha, that's right, with this cannon, Brother Sun, we will definitely make the Japanese look good." Zhen Dazhuang also laughed loudly.

How to say it! This is completely the heavens bless him and Mo Kitten! There are thousands of devils who have sneaked over, not to mention just the two of them, even a hundred of them can't stop them!

But God is so interesting, this Qinglong Mountain bandit den not only lives in twenty artillery soldiers who have a blood feud with the little devil, but also carries an infantry cannon and 15 shells.

The pit that God buried for the little devil is really big enough.

Artillery, artillery, and shells were all gathered, and no less than 200 people waved their flags and shouted, and the terrain was advantageous, which was a battle to the death, but it could at least drag on for some time.

No, rather, it has changed from a mortal assault to a blockade that can be fought. As long as Sun Zhen can tell him, the artillery of the Northeast Army is also good, and it can accurately deliver cannonballs to the little devil's head from 2 miles away.

A machine gunner and a sniper work together to make the devil pay enough price for each step he takes.

Although it is still a battle that must be lost, no matter what, there is the capital to fight with the little devils.

Boss Ming was naturally unwilling, and when Zhen Dazhuang was talking to Sun Zhen, Xiao Senan and others, he pulled Mo Xiaomei and asked to personally lead the escort team to help the two of them.

"We are also northerners, this is our home, and we northerners must guard it." Boss Ming's words let the two soldiers know where Ming Yu's emotional words came from.

That's teaching by word and deed, that's inheritance!

It's just that the two still refused. They had also seen the combat effectiveness of the escort team before, so the whole thing was vulnerable!

Of course, more importantly, if the father of the reporter of Mingda is folded here, how can he explain to Mingyu and Chief Lang?

It can't be said that the old man came to see his daughter with rice and meat farts, but in the end, his daughter couldn't see her father!

The final result was naturally not good, but the dozens of Hanyang-made and barge guns were left to the bandits.

Boss Ming took dozens of guards to escort the old and young in the Qinglong Cottage to retreat to the mountains to the south.

Jia Dali, who had the smallest courage in the north and south, was accompanied by two bandits, with Comrade Lao Ming's own handwriting, Zhen Dazhuang and Mo Xiaomei pressed the handprint note and ran wildly in the direction of Xifengkou.

The rest, naturally, the direction, to the north!

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PS: I went out and took my daughter to play in Nanning, I wrote it last night, and I updated it today.