And any Japanese soldier who wanted to shoot cold guns became the ghosts of two future snipers with calm faces more than 200 meters away.

Their blood was burning, but their eyes, hands, and hearts were calmer than ever.

They knew that their bullets were carrying the lives of the chief and two brothers, and the curse of the Japanese invaders issued by hundreds of compatriots who died in vain several miles away before they set foot on the Huangquan Road.

Since the sky has no eyes, then they will come to replace this day and find these devils to ask for their lives.

The six of them must not let a single devil escape from this mountain forest alive.

Yes, there were five people directly involved in the battle, and one was Diao Ye, who was in charge of the periphery of the battlefield.

He's going to kill the fish that slipped through the net from the battlefield.

Liu Lang is not a god either, and he can't watch all directions, listen to the six roads, and observe whether there are Japanese invaders running away when he is fighting with all his might. He couldn't, and the others couldn't.

Then, this job can only be handed over to professional people.

Diao Ye is sometimes unreliable, but his mind is actually extremely delicate, judging from the fact that he set all kinds of traps and fascinated Zhen Dazhuang and Mo Xiaomei, his observation and insight into people's hearts and human nature are unmatched in the entire independent guerrilla brigade.

Compared with Niu Er and Zhen Dazhuang and others, who are strong in individual combat, Diao Ye has a more comprehensive and balanced ability in Liu Lang's heart.

If it is according to the composition of a special forces squad in the future, Niu Er can be a scout and assaulter, Mo Xiaomei and Zeng Shui can be a sniper and deputy sniper, Zhen Dazhuang can be a fire support hand, the agile and flexible old pimple can be a signal soldier, and Diao Ye can be the captain who commands the overall situation.

Diao Ye was still a little reluctant to engage in this "leakage" work at the beginning, but everyone could see that Liu Lang was already full of murderous intent at the moment, and the decision to question him was undoubtedly asking for hardship, so naturally he could only grit his back molars and agree.

But as the battle progressed, Diao Ye soon found that this job was not too cool.

This group of Japanese troops was originally the elite of the Japanese army, although five Chinese elites broke into the four sides and killed the Quartet, but most of them fought to the death and did not retreat, some escaped, and a very small number of people were killed and finally their morale collapsed and chose to flee.

And he was good at calculating people's hearts, guarding the only way for the Japanese army to escape, and the Japanese who escaped were either slashed to death by him from the shadows, or died under the dense bullet net composed of his two shell guns regardless of escape.

Until the battle was completely over, as many as ten people died under his hands, and when the results of the battle were finally counted, there was one more than two snipers killed.

And Diao Ye was secretly harvesting the lives of the Japanese soldiers who wanted to escape, and the brutal killing on the battlefield over there lasted for half an hour.

The last Japanese soldier was strangled by Zhen Dazhuang, whose arms were almost out of strength, and rolled his eyes, and kicked his legs straight to death.

Yes, Zhen Dazhuang, who killed nearly fifteen people with his own hands, is also tired, even if he is now one of the most terrifying individual soldiers standing on this planet, he is not a god.

Even gods have times when they are tired.

His arms were no longer enough to strangle a strong adult who needed more than 100 pounds of strength.

Liu Lang and the others did not make a move.

Because, there is no need for him to take action.

The fair-skinned girl who had picked up the spear since she got out of trouble and had been following behind her brazenly held the spear.

stabbed at the Japanese army, so frightened that Zhen Dazhuang kicked the Japanese soldier who had rolled his eyes several meters away. He didn't want to die at the hands of the enemy, but to be accidentally injured by a woman who had fallen into madness.

Holding the gun, running wildly on his legs, and then using the power of running, he stabbed the Japanese army in half, and then pulled out the knife and stabbed again, so ruthless that even Liu Lang, a soldier of a hundred battles, grinned.

One knife, another knife, even if the mouth of the Japanese army tried to open wide was already stiff, and the trembling body no longer trembled.

She was still, her eyes wide with rage, and she stabbed.

Until the Japanese invaders were all over their bodies, they could no longer find a place to stab.

A strong Japanese soldier was actually stabbed alive into a pile of rotten meat by a weak Chinese woman.

The 38-type bayonet that flashed with cold light turned out to be no longer cold light, and the flesh and blood were full of flesh and blood.

"Damn, that little girl is really crazy。。。。。。" Zhen Dazhuang wiped the cold sweat on his head, and his heart palpitated.

But facing the cold gaze of Tang Yuan, whose face was stained with blood, he was as brave as Zhen Dazhuang, and he was also embarrassed.

What a pair of eyes those are!

The apricot eyes, which should be full of youth and laughter, are densely covered with a layer of gray.

That color Zhen Dazhuang is very familiar with, it should be the color of death. But now it appeared on a young woman with a beautiful face and a young flower, and the great contrast made Zhen Dazhuang feel a layer of goosebumps on his arms involuntarily.

"We, the 29th Army Independent Guerrilla Brigade, you are 。。。。。。" Liu Lang, who had personally killed fifty Japanese soldiers and was a little angry in his heart, strode over, stared at this unusual woman, and asked softly.

"29th Army, you, are you our soldiers?" Tang Yuan glared at Liu Lang and muttered.

Before Liu Lang could answer, Tang Yuan suddenly screamed: "You are our soldiers, but more than 100 people in Tangjiayu were hanged alive by the Japanese in the village, you, where are you?" ”

A mournful female voice echoed through the valley, echoing in the sky strewn with the corpses of the Japanese invaders.

The rest of the women covered their faces and whimpered.

Although it was an inquiry, the grief of crying blood in it made Liu Lang and several soldiers from around the battlefield feel the same way.

Yes, that woman, she was right. As soldiers, where are the people they have sworn to protect when their compatriots suffer in this way?

"I'm sorry, we came one step late, so our chief chose not to use guns, and we used the knife in our hands to cut these little devils with our own hands." Zhen Dazhuang replied in a muttered voice.

I don't know if it's for the woman with dead eyes, or for himself.

Perhaps, it's a bit of both!

If you don't give yourself an explanation like this, even if your nerves have been as hard as a piece of stubborn iron in countless killings, every time you think of the scene more than ten minutes ago, your heart will be cut like a knife.

It was really the most tragic scene they had ever seen in their lives, and there was no one.

When the innocent and laughing toddler looked straight at them with grey eyes.

"Your sir?" Hearing Zhen Dazhuang say this, Tang Quanquan's eyes suddenly had a hint of brilliance in his gray eyes, and he looked at Liu Lang, who was standing straight in front of her, covered in blood.

The fat man who is like a fierce beast in the world, the fat man who kills the Japanese like a chicken, is their commander.

With a "bang", Tang Yuan fell heavily on his knees and knelt in front of Liu Lang.

With a "bang", his forehead fell heavily.

On the hard ground, even a blood flower appeared.

"What are you doing here? If you have anything to say, you just say. Liu Lang was also taken aback by this fiery woman.

Still kneeling on the ground, Tang Yuan raised his head, blood burst out on his once white forehead, and the red blood and white and tender skin were intertwined into a strange beauty, "My head is knocked for more than 100 villagers in my Tangjiayu who died in vain, thank you for helping them avenge it." ”

With a "bang", the rice balls slammed down again.

Liu Lang sighed silently in his heart, he already knew what the woman wanted to say next.

War, the woman should be let go away, but can he, can he refuse?

Sure enough, Tang Yuan, who raised his head again, looked at Liu Lang, "This head is for myself, I want to ask the commander to let me join your 29th Army, I Tang Yuan, I want to kill devils, even if I die, I will die on the battlefield where I can see the corpses of the Japanese." ”

Several soldiers all set their eyes on Liu Lang, whose face was as heavy as water.

They all have an intuition that if Liu Lang refuses, I'm afraid that the peasant girl with a fiery temperament will take the gun she has been holding even if she kowtows。。。。。

Backstabbing herself back.

"Tang Yuan, from now on, you are a soldier of the independent guerrilla brigade of my 29th Army. However, as a warrior, you have to forget that you are a woman. Liu Lang nodded, looked at the woman in front of him who was suddenly in trouble, his eyes surged with appreciation, and he replied in a deep voice.

Who says women are inferior to men? The woman in front of her is stronger than most men.

"From now on, Tangyuan is the last boy in Mijiayu." Hearing Liu Lang's reply, Tang Yuan's eyes finally flashed with tears.

Reaching out to untie his long hair, he grabbed the ends of his hair, held the bayonet in his hand, and "stabbed", and his long black hair was cut off.

"Sir, and us." Several village girls who had been whimpering beside them finally mustered up their courage, walked over hand in hand, and knelt in front of Liu Lang together with Tang Yuan.

"Okay, from now on, you are a member of my independent guerrilla brigade, and the combat squad you are in is called the Tang family class, and the first squad leader is Tang Yuan. Your instructor is the second lieutenant of the guard Ban Mo Kitten of my brigade headquarters. Liu Lang pointed his finger at Mo Kitten, who looked stunned, and said loudly. Stand up, I, the Chinese soldiers, except for my parents and comrades who died in battle, can bend my knees, and the rest, even God, must stand up and straight. ”

Women who are full of hatred are far more terrible than men.

At least when I saw seven women vomiting frantically, while chopping the necks of Japanese corpses with Japanese-style bayonets that were not particularly suitable for chopping, and stubbornly wanted to cut off all the heads of Japanese criminals with their own hands to pay tribute to their relatives.

Even Liu Lang had a little chill in his back.

Fortunately, everyone in the 29th Army had a machete, which saved them some effort.

Hold a knife in both hands, like chopping a big bone, put it in place, and chop it down.

Including the Japanese second lieutenant who was lying on the stretcher and had long been covered with a white cloth, forty-eight heads were really heavy. But the seven women, plus their new instructor Mo Xiaomei, actually took the 38-style big cover as a pole, and carried it in pairs, just like carrying forty-eight watermelons, which were just hairy watermelons, and carried them to Tang Jiayu eight miles away.

That scene, until many years later, an unreliable man told his children and grandchildren about the most chilling scene in his life.

Really, when you see seven women singing mountain songs loudly and carrying nearly fifty heads towards the "home", anyone will be cold!

When people's ferocity is thoroughly stimulated, the bottom line will be broken again and again.

Not only the Japanese can be cruel, but also the Chinese.

Chinese women, too.

The land is not divided into north and south, and people are not divided into old and young, all have the responsibility of resisting the war! The giant dragon of China, under the constant teasing of the Japanese invaders, is gradually opening its sleepy and hazy eyes, starting with seven women carrying the heads of fifty-four Japanese invaders and singing mountain songs.