?“ Steamed buns, come and take a look" The little man Xu Lin stood on the edge of the grass and shouted that the steamed buns are good-looking: love after marriage: the husband is not responsible. {Ranking} Product "Green" Xu Lin from a certain security regiment in Guizhou is a stuffy gourd, and he doesn't like to chat with people on weekdays, but he belongs to the kind of sullen type of guy with bright eyes and a careful heart, since he took the initiative to open his mouth, then he must have found something suspicious. When the steamed bun ran to the edge of the grass, the four companions covered in the smell of blood were dragging the corpses of more than a dozen enemy soldiers together, especially Xu Lin, who was still squatting in front of the corpse and didn't know what he was looking at.

"Mantou, come and see, although these guys are wearing Japanese uniforms, but look at their skin, they are about to catch up with the black charcoal, these are all Burmese, and the guy who ambushed us in front of us is an ancestor" Xu Lin smiled and handed Mantou a Burmese knife, which was the latest chapter of the little man's life turned out from the corpse. The steamed bun played with the Burmese knife a few times, remembered Zhao Zhi's instructions when he was leaving, and felt uneasy in his heart, "Hurry up, withdraw, don't clean the battlefield, take Brother Biao and the grass chicken and go quickly" As he spoke, the steamed bun turned his head and ran, Xu Lin and the others also followed him out of the grass in a daze.

Still waiting on the mountain road Zhao Zhi was a little anxious, the machete that intercepted the Japanese army who fled into the woods had returned, and after counting his number, Zhao Zhi's heart was bleeding, this time it became a strong ambush and he lost 12 brothers, as well as more than a dozen wounded people of varying degrees. These casualties do not include the few people who lost contact with Biaozi, if Biaozi and they also fell into the hands of the Japanese army, then Zhao Zhi's detachment would have suffered more than half of the casualties.

The long-haired mine cart array on the mountain road has been arranged, and two agile soldiers are guarding the edge of the mine rope, and the mine rope made of parachute rope has been wrapped around their hands, as long as they receive Zhao Zhi's order, they will not hesitate to pull down the mine rope. The large cars lined up in two rows on the mountain road are enough to turn this mountain road of more than ten meters into a sea of fire in an instant. This is the best way Zhao Zhi can think of to block the enemy in a hurry, no matter what the effect is, as long as he can block the enemy, even if it is only for a few minutes.

"Sir, someone is coming over there, it seems to be steamed buns" The voice of a sentry came from the big tree beside Zhao Zhi. Zhao Zhi, who was very worried about steamed buns, set up guard posts on several big trees around them, standing high and seeing far away, as long as there was movement, the guard posts climbing on the big trees would definitely be able to find out early. In the recent period, the direct company has gradually stopped using the previous stupid tricks due to the replacement of powerful American weapons, and it is still the reminder of the machete, which reminded Zhao Zhi of this seemingly clumsy but actually very effective trick of the Amorous Emperor.

"It's really steamed buns, it's not far from us" Yan Shijun ran down the hillside with a body of grass seeds, and they rushed to the steamed buns in the distance, and Yan Shijun, who was squatting on the hillside, also saw it in the telescope. Zhao Zhi sent them steamed buns, Yan Shijun knew, as for what they were going to do with steamed buns, Yan Shijun didn't know. But Yan Shijun believes that Zhao Zhi will not come nonsense, especially Zhao Zhi will not send them to death if he looks like dogs and steamed buns and a few of their little guys' treasures. ['The Green']

"Machete, you take a few people to meet them, the guard post on the tree pays attention to the steamed buns behind them, and see if there are any Japanese soldiers chasing them" Zhao Zhi's expression eased a little, but the uneasiness in his heart still did not disappear. As soon as they left for a few minutes, Zhao Zhi heard the exclamation of the guard post on the tree, "Sir, sir, there are really little devils behind the steamed buns, it seems that there can be hundreds of people, the yellow one, and they are estimated to be only about 400 meters away from the steamed buns."

Zhao Zhi's face was shocked, and he finally knew where the uneasiness came from, since the enemy had appeared, there was only a hard fight, and they couldn't leave the steamed buns behind. Pulling the bolt of the submachine gun, Zhao Zhi took people up the hillside, and from here they could already clearly see the figure of the steamed buns, the 5 people at the time of departure, and now there are still 5 people, but 2 people are carrying people on their backs.

Zhao Zhi, who was lying on the hillside, did not have the slightest joy, some were just angry and sad, when Biaozi's team set off, there were 8 people, and after a day's work, only two wounded people lying on the backs of others came back, and 6 living brothers were gone. Zhao Zhi's hand dug deep into the dirt, his hot and wet eyes stared at the boss, even the corners of his eyes were about to break, his chest tingled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Yan Shijun didn't know how many times Zhao Zhi vomited blood, and every time there was a major casualty among the brothers, Zhao Zhi, who blamed himself, would read the second volume of the Yuguan Tales in full like this. Originally, Yan Shijun had been secretly paying attention to Zhao Zhi, but seeing the news of the steamed bun coming back, Zhao Zhi's face improved a little, and he thought it would be fine, but Zhao Zhi still vomited blood. Zhao Zhi vomited blood again, and the only few dogs in the team became a mess, especially the old cannon, whose already black face became even darker, and he scolded whoever he caught.

"Lao Tzu is still early to die, what should I do, the Japanese army is coming soon, we must bring back the steamed buns" was held by Yan Shijun and poured a mouthful of water, Zhao Zhi, who had just vomited blood, relieved his spirits and reprimanded the guys around him weakly. Especially the black-faced old cannon was glared at by Zhao Zhi several times in a row, and he was pulled away by Uncle Guo with a puzzled look, otherwise he would have to be stoned to death by Zhao Zhi's white eyeballs.

"The little white face of the dog day, why don't you vomit blood and vomit him to death? The old cannon followed behind Uncle Guo and scolded unhappily, and one was not paying attention to Uncle Guo and tripped and fell at his feet. "Shut up Lao Tzu on your dog day, you still don't think the little white face is unhappy, right? You didn't see how scary the little white face is just now, how many good things you have to eat to make up for it after spitting up those bloods, if the little white face really has three long and two short, what are we people doing? Your dog's day is the goods that you owe the beating" The thunderous uncle roared at the old cannon and walked away with his hands behind his back.

"Isn't Lao Tzu also worried about the little white face? I don't really want to curse him to death," the old cannon slapped the dirt on his body and muttered dissatisfied. Lao Pao knew the bitterness in Zhao Zhi's heart, but Lao Pao was a standard Northeast man, he only knew how to drink wine and eat meat in a big bowl, and he really couldn't do this comforting job. The rude old cannon will only comfort Zhao Zhi in his own way, and use constant harassment to divert Zhao Zhi's gaze, as long as Zhao Zhi no longer thinks about those brothers who died in battle, maybe he will not vomit blood anymore.

"Sir, we're back, but Brother Biao Zi and there are only 2 people left, the grass chicken was shot in the thigh, Brother Biao Zi was shot in the back, and he was also shot in the arm" The sweaty steamed bun ran back with Biao Zi on his back, and behind him were the machetes and others who were hugging them Other book friends were watching: The President's Seven Steps to Danger txt download. Subconsciously raised the collar of the military uniform to block the steamed bun on his chin, and said a few words in a panic and wanted to leave, he saw the blood on Zhao Zhi's chest, how did he not know what was wrong with Zhao Zhi all the time, he didn't want Zhao Zhi to see the wound on his jaw again.

"Steamed buns, come here" Zhao Zhi sat up, beckoned to the steamed buns, and slowly sorted out the collar of the military uniform for the steamed buns, Zhao Zhi looked at the wound on the mantou's jaw. The wound is black-purple in color, and it looks like it was abrased by a bullet, which should not be very serious, but such an injury will heal very slowly, and it will continue to sting until the scarring on the wound has completely recovered.

"Rich man, you take a few gunmen under Uncle Guo to send the wounded to our cave to wait first, and we will chase you in a while" Since it was decided to fight with the pursuers, Zhao Zhi took the wounded away first. Although that cave is easy to defend and difficult to attack, Zhao Zhi, who did not dare to take it lightly, still decided to send a few snipers back to help defend the cave, it is always wrong to be careful, once there is an accident, that cave will be Zhao Zhi's only way to retreat.

"You tell me about the situation of the Japanese army that has been chasing you" Zhao Zhi changed his posture, he still had 24 people in his hands, including snipers, Zhao Zhi planned to use the cart formation here to fight an ambush for the Japanese army. The mountain road blocked by the cart formation is the place where you have just entered the jungle, and outside the jungle is a large hillside without any concealment, such a terrain is extremely advantageous to Zhao Zhi, who has occupied the high point of the hillside, especially Zhao Zhi also left more than a dozen snipers, such a terrain is simply prepared for Zhao Zhi to ambush.

Unlike when he ambushed Akita, this time Zhao Zhi wanted to keep the enemy out of the jungle, and he didn't give the enemy a chance to go into the jungle at all. There are mortars and grenadiers from the old gunners at the distance, and the snipers under Uncle Youguo are closer, and after the Japanese soldiers rush through these two lines of defense, it is estimated that there will not be many people left. In the end, he rushed down with a submachine gun.,No matter how fierce the Japanese army is,He can't stop such firepower.,The only ending is to break up or be killed by bulletsOther book friends are watching:I just watched the fast broadcast in the Internet café and couldn't hold back txt download.。

"Sir, it's not all the Japanese who are chasing us, when we rescued them, we fought with them and killed more than a dozen of their vanguards, including only one Japanese soldier, and the others were Burmese. I guess that among the guys chasing us behind us, there are also Japanese and Burmese people who are mixed together," Mantou washed the sweat and blood stains on his face with the help of the dog's grenade kettle, and the stinging pain on his jaw from the water sting that ran down his face.

"Burmese?" Zhao Zhi was shocked by the steamed bun's words, these dirty Burmese people are not good to stay at home, what kind of fun are they following the Japanese army? When the first expeditionary force retreated to India and China, it was surrounded and intercepted by the Burmese, and often lone expeditionary soldiers died at the hands of some Burmese. Later, after the Japanese army mastered the entire territory of Burma, these Burmese even waged their tails and begged for mercy on the Japanese army, inquired about the news of the expeditionary force for the Japanese army, and led the way for the Japanese army's sneak attack on the engineering troops building the road, all of which made Zhao Zhi have a very bad impression of the Burmese.

"Hey, sir, the pursuers stopped, as if they were waiting for something?" Yan Shijun was surprised to find from the telescope that the pursuers outside the mountain had stopped, just sorting out the equipment on their bodies, and there was no intention of immediately pursuing them into the mountain. Zhao Zhi turned over and got up when he heard this, and it was indeed as Yan Shijun said, the dozens of pursuers outside the mountain stopped moving, just gathered together and didn't know what the hell they were doing.

"It's broken" Zhao Zhi saw a few light machine guns carried by the chasing soldiers from the telescope, and his heart flickered. There were only a few dozen pursuers outside the mountain, and they were carrying no less than 4 light machine guns, so this kind of weapon configuration should not be just such a small number of people to pursue, they should have other troops. Where did the rest of the troops go? Zhao Zhi had a question in his heart, what kind of trick did the Japanese army play? Zhao Zhi, who was puzzled, frowned more and more, if the Japanese army still had a strange soldier who was missing, wouldn't his twenty or so people be fierce and lucky?

The more he thought about it, the colder Zhao Zhi blurted out a sentence, "Go, let's go, let's withdraw to the cave, go, go immediately" Zhao Zhi's hysteria scared Yan Shijun, especially Zhao Zhi's distorted face because of the blue tendons, Yan Shijun fell and sat down on the hillside, and other book friends were watching: The Emperor became a god. Before Zhao Zhi could explain in detail, a group of frightened birds suddenly flew in the jungle behind them, and the sound of "collapse" and "collapse" when the bowstring was released became one, and a black feather arrow drilled out of the jungle and flew towards Zhao Zhi and them.

"Quickly dodge, this is a poisoned arrow, dodge" The machete pushed away a few snipers who wanted to use their rifles to hit the feather arrows, and threw Zhao Zhi to the ground, pulling Zhao Zhi down the hill with both hands and feet, and went straight to the big cart formation on the mountain road, which was the only place that could block the attack of the feather arrows now. "Poof" "Poof" "Poof" Several soldiers with arrows in the throat splattered blood arrows and fell into a pool of blood, although the venom on the feather arrows could not kill them immediately, but the massive blood loss still robbed them of their ability to move.

"Come down, come down," shouted the soldiers who were still struggling to support themselves on the hillside with the help of the cover of the cart. Eight of the 24 men fell in the first wave of arrows, and three had already been poisoned by the arrows, and if they did not get the antidote in time, they would not have escaped death. The old cannon rushed down the hillside with a steamed bun and Uncle Guo in one hand, and the dog who fired with a submachine gun followed him, and the dog's submachine gun hit the jungle with fallen leaves and scattered branches, but no one knows how lethal the real lethality is.

The feathered arrows shot from the jungle were still falling, and the cart crackled, which was the sound of feathered arrows piercing the cart. "10 are back, except for a few of us, only three snipers have come down" After counting the number of people gathered in the cart formation, Long Hair was a little frustrated, a few minutes ago, there were 24 people, and now in addition to the doglegs, there are only three snipers left under Uncle Guo. ~ To see the first release without ads, please go to the product "Green" Please share