"Dog, Uncle Guo is not here, you have to give Lao Tzu a long face, and you will nail the guy in the white shirt for me in a while" Hatoyama in a white shirt in the middle of a group of shirtless people is very conspicuous, Zhao Zhi hates this guy with Ren Dan Hu, if it weren't for him chasing after the Japanese army, Zhao Zhi would have flown away with his brothers.

"Ready" Zhao Zhi shouted, took out a grenade, and waited for the Japanese army to enter within 40 meters. Just when everyone was about to throw grenades, there was a sudden shout in the Japanese attack formation, and the Japanese soldiers who were frantically attacking the mountain just now were lying on the mountainside. Zhao Zhi, who was pressed in the trench by the accurate shooting of the Japanese army, suddenly realized that the Japanese attack of the dog day was just an illusion, they originally wanted to establish an attack position in the middle of the mountain, half of the Japanese army used accurate shooting to suppress Zhao Zhi and them, and the other half of the Japanese army would take the opportunity to attack.

"Grenades, grenades" The Japanese soldiers, who had just gotten up to attack, found the grenades thrown from the top of the hill and fell down again. "Boom" "Boom" Smoke rose from the middle of the mountain, the smoke of gunpowder cleared, and the cheers of the Japanese troops were heard, and it seemed that the Japanese army had no casualties.

"Boom" "Boom" A few more grenades were thrown off the top of the mountain, and there was another burst of gunsmoke halfway up the mountainside. Hatoyama gritted his teeth and looked at the top of the mountain, "Let them throw it, I'll see how many grenades they have" The grenades on the top of the mountain kept throwing as if there was no end, and the Japanese army was crushed halfway up the mountain. Finally, after a series of explosions, grenades were no longer thrown on the top of the mountain, Zhao Zhi really didn't have grenades, and even the grenades of the old cannon grenadiers were thrown down.

The machete, which had been monitoring the runway, rushed into the anti-artillery hole, "Sir, there is only one plane left, Huang Mao lit a torch and told us to get on the plane" Zhao Zhi looked at the dogs and nodded "Mao Tou will go first and take the old cannon and a few of them away." The dogs, the goats, the machetes and I stayed, and we will leave after another fire."

Compared with the old cannon lying on the ground and pretending to be a dead dog, the hairy head is much more normal, "Sir, I promised my aunt and grandma and Uncle Guo to go down the mountain with you." I'm going back like this, how can you let me explain? "Damn, I'm a sir, are you sir? There are still more than 300 meters from here to the plane, if we don't drive these dog-day Japanese troops down, how can we go? ”

The old cannon, who pretended to be a dead dog, came to his senses when he heard this, "Then you still drive us away on dog days?" "Your dog's grenades are gone, and your guns aren't accurate, so what are you left for?" Maotou, can you shoot a machine gun with one arm? are all useless people, what are you still staying for, get out, don't get in the way of Lao Tzu's eyes" After Zhao Zhi finished speaking, he beckoned the dog and the goat to drill out of the anti-artillery hole, and the machete looked at the old cannon and they also came out of the anti-artillery hole.

Zhao Zhi's words were more vicious, Maotou lost an arm, and he was in a bad mood all the time, and the dogs never said this in front of Maotou. At this time, Maotou squatted in the anti-artillery hole with a gloomy face, and the flesh on his cheeks jumped and jumped, and he pulled up the old cannon on the ground, "Go, it's here, let's not be an eyesore here"

Lao Pao pushed Mao Tou away, stared at his two eyes and shouted: "You know that Xiao Bai Yan doesn't mean that, he just wants us to go first" "I know, I know" Mao Tou wiped his face with his only hand, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Lao Tzu only has one hand, he really can't help the chief, it's time to go, it's time to go." It's just that I feel aggrieved and uncomfortable" More than a dozen dog-legged people squatted in the trenches, you look at me, I look at you, and no one spoke. Until the goats rushed over, and one person kicked them awake "Get out, the plane has started, let's go, let's go right away"

Zhao Zhi lay in the trench and didn't look back, just looked at the Japanese army who were getting closer and closer. As soon as the dog poked his head out, he was pulled back by Zhao Zhiyi, and a bullet with a whistled past the dog's head. "Do you want to die of a dog? Stay honest" Zhao Zhi said with a cold face, teaching the dog a lesson, and didn't let the dog go until the goat came back. "Are they all gone?" Zhao Zhi lit a cigarette comfortably, and this sentence was obviously asked by the goat.

Before the goat could reply, the sky suddenly became much duller, and a great pressure suddenly appeared. Several fighter planes suddenly appeared in the sky, and the fighters that formed a battle formation rushed straight towards the Japanese soldiers halfway up the mountain. Zhao Zhile was happy, he asked Edward to go down the mountain in advance, just to ask him to use the radio of the transport plane to contact the fighter, although the fighter did not have a bomb, but there was a machine gun. The Japanese soldiers were lying on the ground, and Zhao Zhi couldn't hit them, but they couldn't prevent bullets from the air, especially the large-caliber machine guns.

Several fighters did not dive in formation, but only dived and strafed one after another, and then dived and strafed. Dense machine guns plowed the entire mountainside, and the dust raised by the bullets covered the entire mountainside. Zhao Zhi and the others couldn't see the current situation of the Japanese army clearly at all, but they could hear the screams and shouts of the Japanese army. "Fight, don't be on the hook" Zhao Zhi "Kara" pulled the bolt of the heavy machine gun, and with his own memory, he "bang, bang,,,," and fired at the Japanese troops on the mountainside. Zhao Zhi and the goat each held a heavy machine gun, a dog and a machete to send ammunition, and the four of them were fighting non-stop on the mountain.

"Boom" "Boom" The Japanese troops under the mountain are gone, and mortars can't hit planes, they can blow up heavy machine guns. The Japanese gunners continued to bomb the top of the hill, and finally a fighter noticed the Japanese mortar position, and a dive over, only a string of machine guns, the mortars and gunners were broken into pieces and parts, but the gunfire on the top of the hill also stopped.

In the transport plane at the bottom of the mountain, Edward forced the pilot with a gun to prevent the plane from taking off, and he was still waiting for Zhao Zhi. The voice of a fighter pilot was heard in the communication channel: "The Japanese shelled the top of the mountain, no one was found alive, repeating, there are no survivors on the mountain." Repeat, no one on the mountain survived" The old cannon pulled Edward with straight eyebrows, he had already guessed something from the expression on Edward's face, "Huang Mao, what is this talking about?" The old cannon didn't notice that his voice was all twisted.

"The fighters said that the Japanese shelled the top of the mountain, and they didn't find any living people" Edward closed his eyes, no matter how the old cannon asked, he didn't speak. "No way, there are anti-artillery holes on the top of the mountain, they will be fine, they will definitely not," the old cannon kept muttering. Edward nodded at the pilot and motioned for the plane to take off, it would be a bit dangerous to stay here for a while, it was better to take off as soon as possible.

In the roar of the plane, the old cannon, who had already been spelled, suddenly came to his senses and pulled a dog's leg, "You will be optimistic about Maotou for a while, and when you arrive in India, you will listen to your uncle, take care of your aunt and my mother-in-law" The old cannon squeezed to the door of the cabin and jumped out of the cabin. "Old cannon, what are you doing?" Maotou wanted to pull the old cannon, but was held down by a few dogs. "You dogs, let go of Lao Tzu, otherwise Lao Tzu will skin you" Mao Tou struggled violently, and found that he really couldn't break free, and his mouth changed to a pleading tone, "You are all my grandfathers, let me go, I'm almost out of breath, let go"

The doglegs finally let go of the hairy head and no longer pressed him, but just tied the hairy head firmly with a few belts. Edward looked at the old cannon who was rummaging through the guns on the runway in surprise, and asked a dogleg next to him, "What is he doing here, we have to leave quickly, we can't wait"

"The old cannon said that he didn't believe that our chief would die, and he was going back to find them" The dog-legged man looked at the old cannon stupidly, and the thing in his eyes was about to fall. Edward really didn't understand what these Chinese were thinking, but the young officer had a deep impact on him. While the plane was still taxiing, Edward pulled Wallace and said, "Captain, please take care of these Chinese soldiers, I still have some things to do, you guys go first"

The old cannon finally picked out the weapon he needed from the guns discarded on the runway, and when he turned his head, the old cannon saw Edward. At this time, the transport plane had already risen into the air, and there were only old guns and Edward on the empty runway. "Why are you down too?" The old cannon was curious about this yellow-haired guy. Edward shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe it's God's will, I can't let you die alone." Let's go and see, I have a radio, we can call another plane to take us back" The old cannon threw Edward a submachine gun, and took the lead in front, and the two touched the mountain.

Zhao Zhi and the others were not actually dead, but they were buried by the collapsed anti-artillery hole. When Lao Cannon and Edward found the top of the mountain, the goat and machete had just pulled out the dog, and Zhao Zhi had not found it yet. "Here," cried the monkey-like goat, digging out one leg in the dirt, and then he saw the other. Edward leaned over and said, "Is it going to blow up in two?" "You want to die" "Get out, the little thing" Edward didn't expect the reaction of the old cannon and a few people to be so fierce, he shrunk his neck and stepped aside, monitoring the wounded Japanese soldiers under the mountain.

"You pull lightly, lightly" The old cannon couldn't intervene, so he gathered around and kept chattering. The goat and the machete grabbed Zhao Zhi's two legs and pulled them out, his eyes were closed, and Zhao Zhi, who was bruised, was pulled out of the mound. "Get out of the way, get out of the way, he's suffocating, he needs first aid" Edward finally found that he could come in handy, squeezed the goat away, squeezed Zhao Zhi's chest hard, and broke Zhao Zhi's mouth, pulling out the dirt in his mouth. Edward was busy for a while, and Zhao Zhi's purple face finally showed signs of fading. Edward slammed Zhao Zhi on the chest again, and Zhao Zhi suddenly exhaled a mouthful of long qi with dirt, and his body began to twitch.

"Wake up, wake up" Several people gathered around, looking at Zhao Zhi's beating eyelids happily. "Get out of the way, he needs air, he wants to breathe, you guys block the air" The triumphant Edward brutally pushed the goats to them, and at this moment his heart was also very happy, for Zhao Zhi and for himself.

"Dog's foreign devil, when the chief is well, Lao Tzu will kill him" Lao Cannon touched his nose and walked away stupidly. The goat carefully washed Zhao Zhi's face with the kettle, Zhao Zhi has always paid attention to his appearance, and the goat didn't want Zhao Zhi to wake up and find himself dirty. The dog went to find his sniper rifle, how could a gunman not have his own gun, this is what Zhao Zhi once said, and the dog remembered it very well. Only the machete was still squatting beside Zhao Zhi, pulling out the knife in his hand and inserting it back, repeating the action of drawing the knife, not knowing what he was thinking.