Then, the Japanese captain, who was issuing an order to his men to rush up the hill and destroy the group of bold and unbelievable Shina people, heard a burst of exclamation.

It was black, and something that didn't know what it was was thrown from the woods in the mountains.

Instinctively, all the soldiers, including Yuji Nagano, lay down. I don't know if it's the explosive bag or the cluster grenade thing has been dropped, and the soldier who dares to run around on the battlefield at this time is definitely the one who dies the fastest.

Judging from the first reaction, whether it is the Japanese army or the puppet army, which kind of well-trained one it is.

This is the best position to dodge grenades or shells, including explosives at close range. Not only can it reduce the area of the bomb, but it can also avoid the impact of the shock wave caused by the explosion.

As for whether the bombs that kill you will fall on your head and explode again, that's really beyond your personal control.

It can only be done by luck.

Of course, the biggest hope in the hearts of the soldiers who lay on the ground and curled up was that the bomb would explode in someone's head!

That is, no one thought that the bandits would have so many bombs, so are they still bandits?

The hearts of the Japanese criminals and puppet soldiers who had already fallen to the ground and were still looking at the sky with the afterglow in their eyes were absolutely collapsed at this time, and the black pressure was thrown over, and the number was overwhelming, and the number made people's scalps tingle.

I must have met a fake bandit! The top students of the Army University once again strengthened their judgment, although because of this judgment, their hearts were even more desperate.

That's not a lot! The bandits of Seventy or Eighty did nothing, not even digging temporary field trenches, but tinkering with these in the woods.

It took more than ten minutes to make up all the things that were thrown out like this, and from a distance, they looked like seventy or eighty explosives bags, which could scare people to death.

It's over, but all the soldiers who are unlucky and are hit by "explosives" on their heads or back seats suddenly shrink their eyes, and even the ground under them becomes wet even if they are a little more timid.

To be scared of urine is to be timid? Don't believe in getting a pack of "explosives" and throwing it on you? Those who didn't scare the out were real men.

The soldiers who covered their heads and waited for their comrades to turn to ashes and they narrowly escaped were silently chanting in their hearts, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5.。。。。。。 ”

Du Teniang almost finished counting all her toes, and she didn't hear any movement?

I heard a cry of joy: "Didn't blow up。。。。。 ”

"It's not a bomb, it's not, it's not a special mother."

"Woo, bandit of the dog day."

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The puppet army who cried with joy cheered and scolded the bandits on the mountain, especially for a long time, not to blow up people, but to scare people to death!

No, it can also kill people, and a few of the most unlucky brothers who happened to hit the door of the head were directly smashed and fainted. Maybe he was stoned to death. It's just that who cares at this time! The feeling of escaping death is really good.

At this moment, the frightened puppet soldiers finally saw what they had smashed themselves, it was a huge leaf, and then wrapped it in thin vines, and they didn't know what they didn't know.

Almost all of the leaf packets were broken, and stones the size of a baby's head rolled out of them.

It's understandable to smash stones, but for the hair to be wrapped in leaves? Also, what's going on in there? There were also many of them due to the impact of the leaf packets with the ground, and the liquid substance wrapped in them had splashed on the bodies of nearby soldiers.

"Yaga, sweet." A Japanese soldier subconsciously licked his lips and ate a drop of liquid splashed on his lips.

Sweet? According to your big silly fork's language habits, shouldn't you say Yo Xi? Many puppet soldiers muttered in their hearts.

"Report, it's sweet, sweeter than honey!" The Japanese soldiers, who had already tasted it, simply wiped the liquid spilled on their bodies on their fingers and put it in their mouths, and reported to their Cao Chang with certainty.

The almost perverted seriousness in the bones of the Japanese can be regarded as one of their national characteristics! Anyway, they felt obligated to find out for the chief what the Chinese had thrown at him.

Xiao Se Nan, who had already dived down dozens of meters away from the mountain, couldn't help but regret seeing this scene, he knew that he still had this habit, so he threw a bunch of shit over and let you taste it.

But the puppet army here is not stupid, sweet? Honey? Of course it's impossible, the bandits will be so good, and they will throw honey over, can it be to satisfy our hunger? That's definitely not a good thing.

Anyway, they would never taste it in their mouths like the Japanese soldiers.

It can only be said that it is the Chinese who know the Chinese best. If it weren't for that thing, the Bandits No. 70 or Eighty would definitely have the ability and confidence to create seventy or eighty man-made biological and chemical bombs and throw them over in five minutes, ensuring that the Japanese army had no intention of putting their fingers in their mouths to taste the taste.

"Baga, go up the mountain and kill them all." Yuji Nagano in the rear roared with red eyes.

But it's not angry, it's smashed. A bag of leaves that would never explode smashed into a cart full of canned meat, and then, with another bomb.

And Yuji Nagano, who made this place his hiding place, just looked up at the sky, and then the leaf bag wrapped in stones hit his eye socket, fortunately, the roof of the cart has removed 90% of the gravity of the leaf bag, otherwise, Captain Nagano, who has panda eye sockets and red eyes, will become the unlucky guy in the first place in the 8th Division in terms of luck, and become the first commander of the 8th Division to be stoned to death.

And in response to Captain Nagano, it was a black thing.

Like the leaves covered in the stones that were dropped for the first time, they flew up from the mountain forest and flew towards the mountain path.

However, this time there were much fewer than the first time, but they were much larger, judging by their size, each of them was not less than one carriage wheel.

It's a big guy, and there are six or seven of them.

it, come back.

Whether it was the Japanese army or the puppet army, their eyes widened when they looked at the things that were thrown from the mountains again, and they even forgot the guns in their hands, which could kill those bastards who wantonly "threw objects from high altitudes" and had no quality.

It's just endless. Truth be told, with the first experience, no one wants to lie on the ground to avoid these primitive-level stones anymore.

That is, the heart does not want it, but the body is honest.

Almost reflexively, all the soldiers bowed down again, even if they just lay down, a trace of thought flashed in their minds: a pile of stones, Lao Tzu lying on his stomach.

But, what if? The Art of War: The real is virtual, and the virtual is real.

All right! Using this consciousness to describe these puppet soldiers who are either widows or forget their ancestors really thinks too highly of them, but it doesn't mean that they don't understand this truth in case they are attacked by bandits.

Adequate vigilance is a battlefield rule that every soldier should follow, and it is clearly written in the infantry drill code.

Then, they lay on the ground again and watched as the black stuff smashed to the ground.

This time, though, everyone was on guard, and they dodged the massive size of the thing with their extremely nimble dragon-like form.

If it's a stone, it's not just fatal! It has to be smashed into meat sauce, no need to chop it with a knife, directly into the dough in a package, and when it is cooked, it is a plate of hot dumplings.

It's just that it doesn't seem to have a good sense of gravity? The moment the giant object hit the ground, even the stupidest soldier felt that the movement of the ground did not match its size.

What the hell is this? Already soldiers were cautiously approaching. Based on the experience of the last time, they had basically judged that the bandits did not have any explosives.

If there are explosives, they are stupid! Bury this road, get a lead, and just collapse your own group of people into the sky?

Don't say it, they are all smart people, what the Japanese invaders thought of, Zhen Dazhuang also thought about. However, even if the shells were brought over and buried on the ground, the lead was not so long, and the important thing was that there was no time, and the Japanese soldiers could not give them so much time.

This extremely tempting way of "beating people" can only be abandoned.

Then, a yellow cloud rose from the giant unknown object.

Almost instantly, the yellow cloud swelled to a radius of more than ten meters, and it didn't give people time to react at all.

"Damn, Aladdin's magic lamp, the lamp god is coming out, hurry up and make a wish, remember to ask for three." If Liu Lang is here, he will definitely dub the Japanese criminals.

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PS: Today's,Came back from Guangxi.,Flew at 8 o'clock in the morning.,When it fell, for some reason.,Hovering in the air for at least twenty minutes.,My little heart! I'm still fluttering, mainly because I'm afraid of heights。。。。。。。