The nerd hastily covered the little girl with almost frantic speed, and then rushed up the hill beam, and ran west along the top of the mountain ridge in the eyes of those panicked looking in the valley.

He ran as hard as he could, until bullets began to fly up from the valley and whistling in his ears, and the nearest devils and puppet soldiers had begun to rush angrily towards the mountain beam, and then he changed direction and headed southwest, desperately rushing down the slope behind the mountain beam.

Staggering, rolling, gasping heavily, the snow and soil swept at high speed, rushed to the bottom of the valley on the back of the mountain beam, rushed to a hidden position that had been chosen in advance, and hurriedly hid.

The devils finally rushed to the mountain beam where the target disappeared, the back of the mountain beam was the valley, and the opposite side of the valley was still the mountain beam, and the target who was frantically escaping had actually climbed the opposite mountain beam, running so fast, so crazy, running madly to the southwest, falling, and getting up sharply to continue running.

There were devils who tried to stop shooting, and there were devils who continued to chase without hesitation, desperately! Rushing down the back slope and diagonally to the southwest to the opposite mountain beam, no matter what, you have to chase to the end.

Xiao Ganchai was running hard, he had to flee for a while more in the devil's sight, so that the distance would not be stretched too outrageously, the bullets were whistling beside him, even if he died now, there was no regret, because the girl and the fool were naturally safe.

He rushed up the hill beam, and then down the back slope of this mountain beam, and rushed to the hidden spot at the bottom of the slope, which he had already chosen, and he had already seen the next mountain beam in the opposite southwest direction approaching the top, and the vague figure of the decrepit ghost had already stood up, and was looking here, ready to begin to show the devil his escape.

Like a relay race, a crazy relay race in a rain of bullets, if anyone unfortunately dies of a stray bullet, who is naturally the hero of the sniper devil, no one has a gun, no bullets, and is buried, not to mention that he can run faster with his bare hands. It's just that the first one to start is the most dangerous, because every relay is a distant process, the first one to run is the closest to the devil, and the last one to run is definitely the farthest from the devil, and more importantly, ...... If the person who runs first is shot and can't reach the hiding position, then the person behind doesn't need to run.

Living on the way to escape for your life, the fortune teller says. After he pulled out his own countless hairs, he realized that it was enough to die anyway, why give so much for nothing! As the great inventor of this life plan, he naturally became the fourth and last stick, and if the first three sticks were not dead, then what he had to do was to gradually disappear from the sight of the devil at the last moment, and finally disappear into the distance, as he wanted to flee.

……

The valley is still a valley, and the snow-capped path is still a path, still in the reflection of the morning sun, highlighting the mottled and desolate, just one more corpse.

The corpse lay quietly on the path, the bullet hole in his waist no longer oozing blood, and the bullet shattered his lumbar vertebrae. He wore a pair of delicate and beautiful cowhide leggings on his calves, and he was still holding the plum branch in his hand, the budding flower, still releasing a faint fragrance, which was taken away by the cold wind from time to time and could not be smelled...

On the high mountain beam, the figure of a soldier stands quietly, looking west in the wind. Under the cold sky and whistling, small and lonely.

A sloppy military uniform was as dirty as dirt, the unrecognizable torn military cap was worn crookedly as always, and the horse four-ring rifle hung tightly behind the shoulder. The cold wind gusted, and the dirt on the dirty face that had not been washed for 800 years was too thick, probably too thick to feel the wind cold, only the ear protectors tied to the top of the hat fluttered with the gust of wind.

The fortune teller got rid of the devil and ran away, and it is impossible to know where this bastard who only lived for the sake of life ran away. The decrepit ghost was confused, and he didn't know where he was going.

This place is even poorer, no man's land, to the west is the independent regiment that is about to be in trouble, to the south is the Kongzhuang that is about to be ravaged by devils, and after crossing the river, it is also a poor mountain and bad water, and to the north...... There is no hair, even if it passes, he is still greeted by the Eighth Road, and turning around and going east has become the only choice, but the obvious cocoon on the tiger's mouth on his right hand, and the gun marks on his shoulder, how can he erase it, he is not familiar with the place and has a good citizen certificate sooner or later, he will be caught, he can't explain it, he will definitely be treated as the Eighth Road, and he will be sent to the gendarmerie to be wrongfully punished, no.

"What the hell is this kind of cheap world! Why don't you let the slut live! Lao Tzu is already a lost dog! What else do you want? What the hell do you want! ”

The unwilling angry cry fluttered high on the mountain beam, floating under the cold sky, and before the echo could be heard, a voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Slut." Surrender. When you become an eight-way, I promise not to hit you! ”

Turning around, three figures, two large and one small, were not far behind him, and Xiao Ganchai was looking at him with expressionless and unblinking eyes, and what he said just now was what he said.

The little girl, who was already in a bad mood, finally said impatiently, "Give me a happy word, whether to follow us or not!" ”

With a deep sigh, the decrepit ghost lowered his head, and after a while he raised it, and saw the little girl from head to foot, and from foot to head, and said calmly, "There are two conditions. ”

"Say."

"First, Lao Tzu will descend to Cao but not to Han!"

“……”

"Second, you are not allowed to beat my 'sister-in-law' again!" As he said this, the decrepit ghost deliberately patted his own rifle strap.

The little girl was speechless, and the little dry firewood poured out her chin "numb egg...... Do you want to be angry with Second Master Guan? Where's the Han? Who is Cao again? ”

The decaying ghost turned to look at Xiao Ganchai, "I'm not interested in doing it." Lao Tzu just wants to live a simple life and eat to eat! After finishing speaking, he continued to put his eyes back and stare at the little girl and wait for the answer.

It was the turn of the little girl to see the decrepit ghost from head to toe, and from foot to head, and the beautiful and innocent eyes of the past were so strange that they seemed to have not woken up at this moment, and for a while, "Swear in the name of your gun!" ”

In the cold morning breeze, four small figures are slowly disappearing under the mountain beams, the decaying ghost is still a decaying ghost, still a guest of the special operations company, and still a rotten deserter who is annoying to others, but he has already leaned on a large pier, and he no longer has to worry about not being able to eat and sleep well, and he has peace of mind since then.

But Xiao Ganchai still didn't put away his horizontal eyebrows and was cold, he only looked at friendship and didn't want cause and effect.

……

The heavy machine gun crew consisted of five people in the pillbox, and some soldiers nervously monitored the firing range, some soldiers hurriedly checked the condition of the machine guns, and some soldiers hurriedly carried the bullets into the pillbox, and they were in a hurry of nervousness and chaos. Wang Qiang stood by the traffic trench behind the pillbox, shouting at the soldiers around him, while watching the rush of traffic in the open space of Kongzhuang in the rear.

The platoon of the second company crossed the river, and the second platoon of the horse's legs also crossed the river to Kongzhuang Village to seize the time to sleep, and they would not enter the battle until the critical moment, Kongzhuang is a peninsula close to a narrow shape, the area is not large, although the devil did not bring mortars, there are a lot of grenadiers, enough to cover Kongzhuang, and the fewer people guarding Kongzhuang, the fewer unnecessary casualties.

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