At dawn, along the creek of the campsite, the group that had rested overnight continued in a northerly direction. After walking less than ten miles along the river, the river began to widen. I saw a bridge over the river from a distance, and the machete quietly dived over, and it turned out that the bridge was a big tree that had grown on the bank of the river. I don't know why Ishi, but the tree began to grow on its side, and it was very cleverly crossed on both sides of the river, forming a natural bridge. The tree bridge is less than a meter above the water, and the trunk is wide enough for people to pass through it.

The toad, who was carrying a machine gun, opened his mouth, looked at the tree, and exclaimed, "Damn, what's going on?" It's so fucking god" The machete is commonplace, and the expression is rare joy, "This is a bridge made by the locals, when the tree is small, it is fixed with a rope, and when the tree grows up, it will bend over and grow"

In short, everyone is still very comfortable when they see this tree bridge, at least they don't have to cross the river with water. The machete is a scout, and naturally it is the first one to go to the bridge. The machine gunner toad hurriedly went to the bridge, and patted the machine gun in his hand proudly, "As soon as Lao Tzu crossed the bridge, he set up the machine gun, and there were devils on the opposite side, and they couldn't get up" The toad carefully stepped on one foot first, stepped on it hard, and the thick tree bridge did not move at all. I don't know how many years this big tree has grown, it is very strong, and the toad's carefulness has attracted the laughter of the rotten people.

The toad, whose face was flushed with everyone's laughter, strode up the tree bridge with his machine gun on his shoulder, and walked towards the opposite bank. A flock of birds suddenly flew in the woods on the opposite bank, and the goats that had been paying attention to the opposite bank squinted their eyes sharply, grabbed the toad's machine gun, and pulled it back vigorously, shouting "The toad is back, hidden, hidden", "Woo", "Dada" A shower of bullets suddenly shot out from the woods on the opposite bank, causing sawdust to splash on the tree bridge.

The toad on the tree bridge that was dragged back by the goat was hit by the dense machine-gun bullets, and flew up, slamming heavily on the ground, spitting blood in its mouth. "Lang Zhong, Lang Zhong, come and show him" Zhao Zhi, who was desperately fighting back, called Lang Zhong.

Lang Zhong looked embarrassed, crawled to the toad's side, tore the toad's clothes, and checked the injury. The toad was speechless, foaming blood in his mouth, clutching Lang Zhong's hand tightly, and his eyes showed a desire to survive. "No, no, the bullet has pierced the lungs, and it can't be saved" Lang Zhong had tears on his face, and his long snot hung on his mouth. The toad was with him when he retreated from Xuzhou, and they had a good relationship.

"If you don't live, forget it," Uncle Guo shouted from a distance. Lang Zhong turned around and took a sip, "You old guy of the dog day, your heart is hard" "When" a bullet hit Lang Zhong's steel helmet squarely, Lang Zhong fell crookedly on the toad's corpse. Zhao Zhi and the goat, who were close to him, didn't care to check his injuries, and reached out in unison to pull Lang Zhong's clothes, dragging him and running back. "Retreat, retreat into the woods," Zhao Zhi called out to the rotten people lying on the ground with a hoarse voice. The sound of a grenade falling came, "The grenadier is coming, hidden" Zhao Zhi dragged Lang Zhong into a muddy puddle in embarrassment. Ignoring the locusts on his body, he reached out and dragged a female companion next to him in. The grenadier with a range of 200 meters was a big killer on the bare riverbank, suppressing Zhao Zhi and them in the grass on the other side of the river.

"Boom" "Boom" 50MM caliber grenades desperately fired grenades, exploding in the hiding places of rotten people. For a time, the river bank was filled with smoke and shrenchnel flew. Zhao Zhi threw himself on Lang Zhong and the female soldiers, and a wave of qi came urgently, and his ears were buzzing. As soon as he raised his head slightly, he spit out the mud in his mouth, and another grenade hit, and his mouth was stuffed with muddy water.

The old cannon's movements were fast, and he had already retreated into the woods more than 20 meters away, and the green tendons on his neck were bursting up. He only had a grenadier in his hand, but no grenades or grenades, so he could only shout dryly, "Deflated calves, whoever gives me a grenade, Lao Tzu has no ammunition"

Long Mao, who was lying in the grass in front of him, heard the roar of the old cannon, pulled off a few grenades on his body, turned sideways, and threw them to the old cannon. Uncle Guo was holding a gun, lying in the grass without moving, he was looking for the grenadiers of the Japanese army. "Dog, I've found it, see where you run" Uncle Guo put the Japanese grenadier gloves into the crosshairs, held his breath, and locked onto the target. A bullet from the grass hit the Japanese grenadier in the chest, and a large stream of blood splattered, pouring the face of the Japanese soldier next to him. Uncle Guo quickly pulled the bolt, aimed at a Japanese soldier who was just about to take over the grenadier, and pulled the trigger steadily, another one.

Uncle Guo, who instantly hit a magazine, quickly moved his position, and shouted the old cannon in his mouth, "Old artillery, under the third tree on the other side, the devil's grenadier, knock it out" "Boom" "Boom" The grenadier of the old cannon began to exert its might, and the ejected grenade exploded accurately on the Japanese grenadier position. The Japanese machine guns next to the grenadiers were also thrown high, and the fire support of the Japanese army was gone.

The standard configuration of the Japanese army is generally a squad equipped with 2 light machine guns and 2 grenadiers, and the old artillery destroys a light machine gun and a grenadier canister, and there is no Japanese fire support on the other side. Zhao Zhi estimated that the Japanese army on the other side of the river was a small force, probably about 30 people.

Zhao Zhi crawled out of the muddy puddle, dragged the frightened female soldier and the unconscious Lang Zhong, and retreated into the woods. The splitter gave the old cannon a kick, "Damn, the grenade doesn't need money." Withdraw, withdraw" Almost all the rotten people living in Shanghai on the riverbank retreated, and dozens of people ran wildly in the woods like lost dogs.

"Stop, stop" Bypassing a few woods, about a mile away from the riverbank, Zhao Zhi shouted to stop. The rotten people immediately lay on the ground, panting desperately. Zhao Zhi had a small number of people, and there were 8 fewer brothers, and none of the female soldiers came back. Lang Zhong, who was carried back by Zhao Zhi, also woke up, it turned out that the bullet did not penetrate the steel helmet, Lang Zhong just fainted and was not injured. The guys who had just been lying in the muddy puddle would all take off their clothes and help each other clean up the locusts on their bodies.

The machete who ran back from behind, sat on the ground and gasped, "Sir, the devil didn't catch up, he just crossed the river and rested" The rich man who was still pretending to be a dead body lying on the ground heard this, and immediately got up, "Sir, let's withdraw again, the devil is too close to us"

"Remove a hammer" Zhao Zhi raised his foot and kicked the rich man, "Haven't you heard the storytelling?" In "Saying Yue Quan's Biography", there is a trick in the Yue's gun called back the horse pistol. We'll give them a return pistol in a moment."

The rich man blinked his little eyes and looked at Zhao Zhi pitifully, "Can it be done?" ”

"Take back your word, we still have more than 40 people, why can't we" Zhao Zhi said with certainty. These people have just taken on the appearance of soldiers, and if they flee again, they will be beaten into the old form of a rout. Zhao Zhi didn't want to do this, the defeated soldiers couldn't get out of the jungle, at least he thought so.

Zhao Zhi, who had rested for a while, took more than 20 doglegs and quietly sneaked back to the river where he had just been ambushed. The female soldier was assigned to the old cannon in the back and helped carry the grenade, at least it would be safer in the back. The Japanese troops who crossed the river were indeed resting, as if their mission was only to block the river. The Japanese soldiers who waded through the muddy water also took off their clothes and cleaned up the locusts on their bodies, and it seems that the locusts are not just sucking the blood of the Chinese.

All the loud things on their bodies were left behind, and the reflective steel helmet was also thickly smeared with a layer of wet mud, and even Zhao Zhi's face was smeared with foul-smelling wet mud, and everyone looked like evil ghosts. More than 20 people were lined up in a long line, which Zhao Zhi had learned in the training class, and he couldn't squeeze into a group to charge, otherwise he would be completely wiped out by the enemy's heavy firepower at one time.

"Yaga!" The grass nest under Longhair's feet rang for a moment, revealing a man covered in branches and leaves, and his Japanese face of surprise and anger was revealed under the steel helmet covered with branches and leaves, and he had just been stomped hard by Longhair, and was now covering his crotch and looking at Longhair angrily.

The silence between Longhair and the Japanese soldier stared at each other for several seconds, and then when the Japanese turned around and wanted to run, he was pierced by a bayonet from Longhair's reaction. However, before dying, the Japanese army successfully pulled the trigger and reported to their comrades who were cleaning up the locusts.

The rotten people were awake at the same time, and they all raised their guns and shots, shouting and rushing forward. Zhao Zhi threw out a grenade and shouted "Machine gun, set up the machine gun" The vegetable head who had just been promoted to machine gunner fell to the ground, opened the tripod, aimed at the Japanese and opened fire. Then several tongues of fire from the Japanese counterattack flew over almost simultaneously and hit Zhao Zhi's surroundings. Zhao Zhi half-knelt in place, calmly shooting at the Japanese soldiers, and when he was about to change the magazine, he found that he was rushing backwards, it was the rich man and a few other dog-legged people who were grabbing his feet and dragging him back, and as soon as he was dragged away, the machine gun bullet hit him in the firing position just now.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom" The old cannon took his four grenadiers to shoot the grenades as if they didn't need money, and successfully suppressed the Japanese firepower. The bare-bottomed Japanese soldiers were now like a swarm of headless flies, blown up by the grenades that had been ejected, desperately hiding everywhere. "Press up, press up" Zhao Zhi, who was relieved, held up his gun and wanted to rush up. The Japanese machine gun rang out, and a light machine gun blocked Zhao Zhi's attack line.

A rotten man who had just gotten up was struck and fell, right on the rich man's body. Frightened, the rich man grabbed Zhao Zhi and said nothing to let Zhao Zhi charge. Zhao Zhi broke the rich man's hand and kicked the rich man into the mud with a fierce kick, and then he looked at the rotten people lying on their stomachs on the spot, "What are you doing here?" Are you all waiting to die? ”

But it really takes courage to charge in the face of a rain of bullets, and a soldier who just stood up was beaten to the ground and fell down, and another rotten man was beaten into a honeycomb in the bushes. Zhao Zhi lowered his body and began to pass through the blockade fire, the machine gun slashed the dirt in front of his face, and a rifle bullet hit his helmet with a screech, and the steel helmet was thrown high and fell heavily into the muddy water. Regardless of this, Zhao Zhi finally climbed to a place less than 20 meters away from the Japanese machine gun, and this cunning Japanese machine gunner hid in the middle of two broken trees, and the thrown grenade was difficult to hit him. Zhao Zhi stretched out his rifle and aimed at the machine gunner, secretly begging for protection in his heart. The bullet hit the Japanese machine gunner in the head accurately, and the bullet pierced through the Japanese machine gunner's steel helmet and passed through his head, leaving a large hole in the back of the steel helmet and whistling away.

"The devil's machine gun stopped" The rotten people got up and rushed up, and the surviving Japanese soldiers were in a scuffle. Assassinated, bitten, punched and kicked, and scuffled with the Japanese army in the muddy water. Zhao Zhi pulled out his pistol and slowly advanced one shot at a time. The timid rich man also trembled and held a 38 rifle with a bayonet on it, and followed behind Zhao Zhi to mend the knife for the Japanese soldiers who were not dead.

The gunfire stopped, the fighting stopped, and the rotten people sat on the ground tired. Covered in muddy water, he stood motionless like a group of sculptures. The old artillery and female soldiers who rushed to the position were all stunned, and there was the same mud on the ground, where the national army and the Japanese army were clearly distinguished. After carefully distinguishing them one by one for a while, it was not easy to separate the national army from the Japanese army. "Obediently, we slaughtered at least 70 little devils" The long hair covered in stinky mud shook his trademark messy hair, counting the corpses of Japanese soldiers on the ground.

"It's another Shaozuo, and there is a gold watch on the dog's day" Uncle Guo handed Zhao Zhi an adjutant knife and a pack of Japanese cigarettes, and showed off to Zhao Zhi a gold-shelled pocket watch he had just gotten, and there were several pens in the pockets of this old man's clothes.

The machete and the two people ran back from the opposite bank quickly, and the rotten people who had recovered their strength raised their guns and aimed at the opposite bank in a panic, for fear that a few more Japanese soldiers would rush out. "Sir, there are devils' tricycles in the woods on the other side, there are several, there must be a road nearby, you can take the road" The machete with joy on his face pulled Zhao Zhi incoherently and reported.

All the people wept with joy, and after walking in the jungle for more than ten days, they finally saw the way. "Pack up your things, let's cross the river and follow the road" Zhao Zhi gave the order, and everyone was in a hurry to clean up the battlefield, refusing to leave anything useful.