"Da Da"

Just when the two soldiers tried their best to shoot rifled bullets and killed one Japanese soldier after another in the bushes, they still couldn't stop the brazen attack of dozens of devils, and the loud trumpet of the charge suddenly sounded on the opposite mountain beam.

Zhen Dazhuang raised his head suddenly, and saw that two hundred meters away, a figure he was extremely familiar with jumped up the mountain, held a gun in one hand, pulled out the big knife behind his back with his backhand, glanced at the mountains opposite, and then rushed down without hesitation.

Behind him, the tide was as dark blue as the tide, and they all made the same movement, drew the broadsword, and followed the sturdy figure closely, regardless of the bushes, and rushed down the hillside frantically.

Their speed was so fast, it instantly surpassed Yan Laoqi's ability to suppress the bandits who were about to rush up the other hillside to support his brothers, and from a distance, the dark blue that was constantly undulating and surging was like a rising wave, drowning the green bushes.

"The chief has arrived!" Zhen Dazhuang's eyes burst out with surprise.

"Lao Tzu's reinforcements came, and the brothers withstood it." There were bandits hissing and yelling.

The morale, which had been somewhat low, rose again, and the gunfire was naturally much denser than before.

The Japanese troops located under the top of the mountain were naturally desperate, and the dark blue military uniforms that rushed over on the opposite side looked like the regular army of the Chinese, and the number was as high as more than 100.

In the past, even if they still had a single infantry squad left, they would not be afraid of these more than 200 Chinese soldiers, but today is different from the past, they have no machine guns or grenadiers, only rifles in their hands.

What makes them even more desperate is that there is a fire obstruction above, reinforcements from the Chinese below, two ways to attack, how can they live?

Looking at the Chinese soldiers rushing towards this side with broadswords, many Japanese soldiers raised their rifles after emptying the bullets in their magazines, intending to complete their final battle with a white-knuckle battle that showed the bravery of the imperial samurai.

Then, after 30 seconds, they realized that they were really overthinking. Since the one who rushed to within 100 meters raised his left hand with a shiny machete and raised his left hand menacingly, the Chinese who followed him on the left and right sides all followed the same example, raising their guns and shooting.

What does it feel like to fire hundreds of box guns? It is estimated that the Japanese army will not have a chance to describe it, but the bandits on the top of the mountain can understand it.

If it weren't for Zhen Dazhuang's timely order, they would have been fast enough, and the countless bullets that hit the muddy ground in front of them made them all suspect that they would kill themselves.

It was a scorching stream of 3,000 bullets fired in three seconds, and the temperature of the stray bullets could be felt even on the top of a hill 50 meters away, not to mention the Japanese troops at the center of the shooting.

At least two-thirds of the Japanese army was knocked to the ground in this wave of blows, and then, just when the Japanese army subconsciously hurriedly dodged, Liu Lang, who was holding a thick-backed knife in his right hand, accelerated again.

Neither the shrubs nor the hillsides seemed to be able to stop him from struggling forward.

After receiving the letterhead written by Ming Xilai, who had been running ten miles and was paralyzed on the ground as soon as he arrived, Liu Lang was rarely a little anxious.

The two soldiers under his command, who were most likely to catch up with him, chose to block the advance of thousands of Japanese troops.

Is it stupid? On the surface, it is stupid to burst, but if China in this era loses such a "fool", there will be no hope.

Throwing away all the baggage, in addition to the guns and ammunition on the body, a full 20 miles of mountain roads, under the leadership of two bandits, more than 200 people of the independent guerrilla brigade marched all the way, and the speed even exceeded the average standard of the future red warrior's ten-kilometer cross-country.

More than 100 people who were merged from one battalion and one company of the 2nd Division of the Provisional Division fainted and fell behind as high as 60 percent, and more than 200 people were able to reach their destination, but only more than 140 people.

Just ordered the whole army to rest for 2 minutes and regain his strength, Liu Lang personally sounded the trumpet of the charge and led the whole army to launch the final charge again.

Although through a short observation, he found that there were less than 100 Japanese soldiers left, and the corpses of the Japanese army and the puppet army were everywhere on the mountain road, and he didn't know how the two soldiers and a group of bandits did it, but he knew that the two soldiers and the bandits were also at the end of their crossbows, and it would not take long for the remnants of the Japanese army to break through the position.

The independent brigade is mostly equipped with short guns, with fierce firepower but short range, and the only way to help them is to charge.

So, he rushed.

This may be Liu Lang's most hearty charge since he came to this time and space, the dense and sharp branches of the bushes cut over him, but he still ran like the wind.

The physical strength that has been running for 20 miles has actually seriously declined, and his legs are as heavy as lead in the high-speed run again, but Liu Lang still ignores it and is still accelerating.

Because he knew that his second physical limit had been reached.

Rush over, carry it, and he will be stronger, and his soldiers will not die.

"Oh my God! Is that still a person? Seeing a fat man with a knife running up the hill in complete defiance of physical knowledge, and the speed was getting faster and faster, a bandit was dumbfounded.

A Japanese squad leader raised his gun at Liu Lang, his face full of hideousness.

The more outstanding he is on the battlefield, the more he will be targeted by countless opponents, and Mu Xiu will be destroyed by Lin Feng, that's it.

It is not a loss to be able to kill such a terrible enemy before he dies, and the Japanese squad leader should think so.

But, but the moment before he bulleted out of the chamber, he saw that the figure of the high-speed charge twisted slightly, as if the whole person disappeared into his crosshairs.

Shocked in his heart, he hurriedly moved the muzzle of the gun and locked the disappearing figure again, but unfortunately, before he could pull the trigger with his fingers, there was a sharp pain in his chest.

Looking down, a large black arrow was inserted into his chest, penetrating through his body, and it was only at this time that the heart-rending pain was transmitted to his brain, and before he could howl wildly, a knife flashed, and the world was pitch black.

Liu Lang, who rushed from fifteen meters away, stabbed him head, and the thick-backed knife given by Master Feng was not ordinarily fast, directly cutting off the cervical spine and neck muscles and trachea.

That scene, for the bandits, was really a bit terrifying.

A fat man, as fast as a galloping horse, the Japanese officer had clearly raised his gun, but before he could shoot a shot, he was cut off on the head with a knife.

They now know more or less why a fierce man like Zhen Dazhuang is like a god every time he mentions his chief, thinking about it, there is no one else except this one!

The blood spurting out of the neck cavity of the Japanese ensign, like a brilliant blood flower, sprayed Liu Lang all over his body, but this one didn't even wipe his face, the knife in his hand was thrown suddenly, nailing a Japanese soldier five meters away to the ground, and then leaned over to pick up the spear in the hand of the Japanese second lieutenant, and swung away a Japanese spear that pounced viciously, and smashed the butt of the gun horizontally, directly smashing the Japanese infantry with peach blossoms all over his face, and then stretched out his foot and slashed on his neck, and the crisp fracture sound could almost be transmitted to a hundred meters away.

Almost in three seconds, three people were killed in a row.

In comparison, although Niu Er, who followed Liu Lang, also killed three people with three arrows, which was extremely efficient, it was far less powerful than Lang Fat's killing.

Not to mention that the Japanese soldiers who fought against him were so frightened that their legs and feet were sore, and even the bandits gave Liu Lang the name of "devil" at that moment.

Compared with this one, these green forest heroes who live by robbing roads are simply a group of weak chicks.

Liu Lang didn't know that after this battle, he would train this group of loose bandits in the future, but he didn't dare to obey the order.

Just kidding, Liu Motou kills devils like chickens, and he is even more opposed, isn't that a long life?

However, Liu Lang's performance ended here, hundreds of soldiers in the rear and Zhen Dazhuang on the mountain had already rushed over, and the resistance of the remaining ten or so Japanese soldiers barely made any waves, and they were chopped to death on the slopes north of the Great Wall of China and became fertilizer for the bushes.

Don't wait for next year, this summer, the blood-soaked bushes will surely be lush all year before.

At this point, the thousand-day puppet army was completely wiped out.