Shooting a crossbow arrow at another Japanese soldier, Zhong Youtian saw that the crossbow arrow was completely lost by the fierce wind and snow, so angry that he carried the crossbow behind his back, turned his hand and pulled out a long dagger from behind his waist, and quickly pounced on a Japanese soldier closest to him.

Seeing Zhong Youtian, who was holding a long dagger, rushed towards him with the wind and snow, the Japanese soldier holding the 38 big cover subconsciously put on a stabbing posture, and the 38 big cover with the bayonet swung slightly, took a sudden stride under his feet, used a standard stabbing move, and stabbed Zhong Youtian who almost crashed into him with a roar!

As if his feet were slipping, Zhong Youtian, who was about to lose the momentum of rushing forward and hit the Japanese soldier's bayonet, suddenly crooked, and narrowly avoided the powerful knife, but the long dagger he held in his hand was diagonally towards the side and upward.

A shot pierced the air, and the snow under his feet made it impossible for people to do it firmly under their feet and take root like they practiced assassination on weekdays, and the Japanese soldiers who suddenly lost their center of gravity could only watch the long dagger in Zhong Youtian's hand getting closer and closer to their necks, and suddenly screamed in despair......

A knife cut the neck of the Japanese soldier who had lost his center of gravity, Zhong Youtian was forced to walk in the snow, and he didn't look at the Japanese soldier who threw away the rifle and only covered the bloody wound on his neck with both hands, but quickly bent down and removed the long Japanese standard bayonet from the rifle, held it in the other hand with his backhand, and rushed straight at the next Japanese soldier who was looking at him!

It was completely different from Zhong Youtian's almost ghostly close-quarters hunting, Meng Mancang, who rushed to the Japanese army with a hard breath in his heart, was just a face, and the two long knives in his hands were staggered, and he had already twisted the head of a Japanese soldier who had not had time to react at all. Kicking open the corpse of the Japanese soldier who was standing on his own and the bowl of wounds on his neck was still spurting blood, Meng Mancang roared like thunder: "Come at me!" ”

Seeing Meng Mancang's such a flamboyant provocation, several Japanese soldiers suddenly rushed towards Meng Mancang with strange screams, and two of them rushed into the range of the stabbing battle almost at the same time, and the two bayonets stabbed straight at Meng Mancang's ribs, one left and one right. One of the Japanese soldiers shouted loudly: "Die......"

With the roots under his feet and his body not moving, the two long knives in Meng Mancang's hands that had been condensed with blood and ice swung slightly, and with the force of rotation when he turned his wrists, he easily swung the two sharp bayonets with full force to the point of losing his head. Without waiting for the two menacing Japanese soldiers to make other moves, Meng Mancang was like practicing swordsmanship on the martial arts field, his hands dexterously played with a knife flower, and the swords of the two long knives were like dragonflies skimming the water, lightly tapping into the hearts of the two Japanese soldiers.

Rushing forward half a step further, the two Japanese soldiers who had lost their bayonets didn't realize that they had been stabbed by Meng Mancang, but they hurriedly withdrew the rifle equipped with the bayonet, and when they were about to stab it again, they suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, and the whole person also limped down on the snow.

With a cold snort, Meng Mancang shook the long knife in both hands, and pointed at several other Japanese soldiers who rushed towards him again: "Little devil, Meng Ye asked you to see and understand today, what is the knife technique that can really kill people!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Meng Mancang faced several Japanese soldiers who rushed over with murderous faces, his body did not retreat but advanced, and the two long knives in his hands stirred the wind and snow, and in the dark night, he played a ball of big knife flowers, and rolled towards a Japanese soldier with his head and face. In the crisp and subtle sound of gold and iron, the bayonet in the hand of the Japanese soldier was suddenly swung away, and the steel helmet on his head flew to the side, and there were seven or eight more bone-deep knife marks on his face and neck in the blink of an eye!

Dodging the blood splattered from the head and neck of the Japanese soldier who had almost been chopped into dumpling filling, Meng Mancang turned his hands behind his back, and parryed a bayonet that was almost piercing his ribs from the bottom up. Taking advantage of the upward momentum of the double knives, Meng Mancang twisted and stepped forward, exhaled in his mouth, and slashed with the force of the double knives, and immediately split half of the body of the Japanese soldier who wanted to sneak attack.

Stepping on the nine palace steps and walking in the chain style, Meng Mancang didn't care that he was already surrounded by several Japanese soldiers, but became more and more brave the more he fought. After a few rounds, among the Japanese soldiers who surrounded Meng Mancang, two more were cut to the ground by the long knife in Meng Mancang's hand. One of the Japanese soldiers was not dead for a while, clutching the long knife on his chest and howling miserably, and the blood gushing out of the wound stained a large chunk of the snow that had been trampled on.

stabbed a Japanese soldier again with the long dagger in his hand, Zhong Youtian gasped and pulled the long dagger out of the Japanese soldier's heart, and then turned his head and shouted to Meng Mancang, who was shouting and fighting and looking very happy: "Mancang, don't see blood and red eyes!" Fight and withdraw ......"

Suddenly slashed out a few knives in a row, Meng Mancang once again chopped a Japanese soldier to the ground, and then took the time to agree to Zhong Youtian's shouting: "There are only a few devils in total, it's not too late to go after all of them are cut down......."

"There must be more devils than these few people, be careful......"

Before he finished speaking, the devil on the ground who had not died for a while after being cut down struggled to find a grenade from behind his waist, and after knocking on the grenade fuse, he threw it at Meng Mancang, who was not far from him, and screamed to himself: "Blown up...... Blow you up! ”

Seeing that Meng Mancang's attention was all around the Japanese soldiers around him, and he didn't notice the grenade that was almost thrown under his feet, Zhong Youtian, who was shocked, couldn't help but roar and threw himself at Meng Mancang: "Mancang, there are grenades under your feet......"

As soon as the shouting started, a Japanese-style grenade, which is known for its easy early explosion, had already exploded at Meng Mancang's feet. Although Meng Mancang had subconsciously exerted his strength and jumped out of the way after hearing Zhong Youtian's warning, the unique pineapple-shaped shrapnel in the Japanese-style grenade was still embedded in Meng Mancang's small half of his body with a violent explosion.

I didn't bother to check whether the Japanese soldiers who were also injured by the grenade and were falling to the ground howling and rolling still had the strength to fight back, and Zhong Youtian, who rushed towards Meng Mancang, didn't look at the few wounds on his body that suddenly felt burning, he just bumped into Meng Mancang's side who was overturned in the snow, and half-knelt on the ground and scooped up Meng Mancang's body: "Mancang, you ....... Are you okay? ”

Meng Mancang, whose face was covered with scars wrapped in fine blood and ice, was half-hugged by Zhong Youtian and lying on the ground as if he was stunned, until Zhong Youtian shouted several times in a row, and then he opened his mouth in a somewhat ignorant voice: "Damn it...... The little devil plays tricks...... Even his own mother's own people were wrapped up in it and blown up ......."

Anxious and angry, Zhong Youtian looked at Meng Mancang, whose face was covered with shrapnel splash scars, and shouted: "Hurry up and move your hands and feet, see if you can still move?" ”

Very obediently moved his hands and feet according to Zhong Youtian's shouting, Meng Mancang shouted in a muffled voice with some annoyance: "Your hands are fine, your feet can't move...... I'm afraid I'm hurting my tendons...... Why is it so dark this day? Why can't I even see you......."

Stretching out his slap and shaking it a few times in front of Meng Mancang's eyes, Zhong Youtian looked at Meng Mancang's eyes without moving at all, and then looked at the splash scars in Meng Mancang's eye sockets, and suddenly his heart was cold, and he said to Meng Mancang: "It's covered with snow...... The warehouse is full, and the devils are all lying on their stomachs, I'll carry you back! ”

Subconsciously reaching out to touch his face, Meng Mancang shouted in a low voice: "Isn't it just that you are stuck and wiped....... Ahh.......h

With a terrible roar of pain, a stream of crystals suddenly poured out from Meng Mancang's eyes that were originally covered with blood and ice, and the hand that Meng Mancang touched in his eye socket also clenched into a fist in pain!

Hurriedly grabbed Meng Mancang's wrist, Zhong Youtian shouted repeatedly: "Mancang, don't move!" Your eyes ...... I'm afraid my eyes are injured, I'll carry you back, let's go back to Tujia Village and find Mr. Han to treat you! Mr. Han is a good hand at treating red injuries, and he will definitely be able to ......"

Halfway through speaking, Zhong Youtian closed his mouth suddenly, dragging Meng Mancang towards the half-collapsed bunker nearby. And in the trench not far away, more than a dozen devils who were attracted by the sound of grenade explosions also quickly rushed towards the location of Meng Mancang and Zhong Youtian......

Without the slightest struggle, Zhong Youtian dragged himself into the half-collapsed bunker, and Meng Mancang, who already knew that he couldn't keep his eyes, seemed unusually calm. Stretching out his palm that was still spasmodic and touching it around, Meng Mancang whispered to Zhong Youtian Qiang, who was squatting beside him and panting, and said with a smile: "Youtian, isn't it...... Let's call the devil to surround it? You're dragging me into the bunker, aren't you? I can't touch the snowflakes in my hands......"

Panting heavily, Zhong Youtian stretched out his hand to press the wound on his neck that was bleeding more and more, and whispered to Meng Mancang, who was half-lying on the ground: "It's for the devil to surround it...... Full warehouse, let's this time, I'm afraid it's ...... That's it! ”

Shaking his head vigorously, Meng Mancang shouted in a low voice: "It's not us, it's me...... That's it, but you'll have to go back to the captain! We're not done with the revolution yet......."

Grabbing Meng Mancang's slap, Zhong Youtian gently pressed Meng Mancang's slap on the wound on his neck that was bleeding more and more: "I also suffered a guy...... The blood can't stop! If you want to walk, I'm afraid that if you can't walk 200 steps in the snow, you have to ...... Full warehouse, here we are! ”

Annoyed, he slapped Zhong Youtian's wound, and Meng Mancang's voice was full of remorse and unwillingness: "Why didn't I listen to you earlier...... If only I ....... You can't ......."

Allowing Meng Mancang to hold down the wound on his neck, Zhong Youtian reached out and took out two Jinzao grenades from behind his waist: "Isn't it all to kill a few more devils?" If it weren't for the little devils playing tricks and even their own people pit inside, who would have thought that a grenade could be thrown under their feet when they were stabbing together? ”

"Fuck it...... Capsize in the gutter! How many winds and waves have come over, but today...... If this spreads, the name of my Qin Fenglu Meng family will be lost......."

"What's the loss? The swordsman of the Meng family on Qinfeng Road has never lost on the two knives! Otherwise, why do I always like to compare myself to you on weekdays? That's the ability of your two knives! ”

"What's red? The head on your crossbow is not bad, and you can do it from afar and quietly...... Better than a gun! ”

"Mancang, you said that the two of us have revolutionized to the end, when the captain is employed...... What can I do in the future? ”

"Aren't there Mo Tianliu and Sha Bangqu them? The revolutionary fire in Qingle County has already been lit by us, so there must be people who continue to participate in the revolution! Among these people, maybe they will be good at using swords and crossbows...... It's a pity that the head of my family is gone, otherwise....... My family knows that I have made a revolution to the end, and I will definitely be able to send Ding Zhuang out of my family to continue to participate in the revolution! At that time, the family must open an ancestral hall, place incense cases, sacrifice to the ancestors, and follow the old rules when sending the men in the family out to wander, and invite a famous master who sings the Qin dialect from ten miles and eight towns to sing a piece of "Chivalrous Travel"! ”

"When you went out, your family also invited a master to sing?"

"Why haven't you sung it? From childhood to adulthood, I can listen to the "Chivalrous Journey" that my Meng family swordsman asked the master to sing when he went out......"

Listening to the slight sound of footsteps stamping on the snow outside the half-collapsed bunker, Zhong Youtian squeezed the fire rope on the two grenades tightly in his hands: "What are you singing?" Give me a paragraph? ”

As if he had also heard the movement of the Japanese army surrounding the half-collapsed bunker, Meng Mancang nodded without hesitation: "Then you listen well......

"In front is the high mountains, and in the back is the Yellow River

A cold north wind blew in your face

I can't go forward, I can't go backward

Let the cold wind blow your heart

Let the cold wind blow your heart

Who used to hold whose hand

Who has shed tears for whom

Helpless hands picked up a bowl of wine

Let the spirits pour over your heart

Let the spirits pour over your heart

The gusts of wind smiled and watched the yellow sand go

I want to roar and stuff my mouth with yellow sand

The eyes are hollow and empty, holding a bowl of wine

Fluttering and gone, there is no looking back

The gusts of wind smiled and watched the yellow sand go

I want to roar and stuff my mouth with yellow sand

The eyes are hollow and empty, holding a bowl of wine

Fluttering and gone, there is no looking back

The eyes are hollow and empty, holding a bowl of wine

Fluttering and gone, never looking back"