The plan was not as fast as the change, just when Zhao Zhi and the others had just arrived outside the valley the next day, preparing to intercept the rout, a group of rout soldiers had been driven out of the valley by the ambushed Japanese army. In order to speed up, the routs who fled all over the mountains threw away their guns, steel helmets and other things in their hands, so that Zhao Zhi's scouts could pick up grenades at any time in the mountains and forests.

"Stand still and listen to the commander's lecture" The dog-legged men with big sticks in their hands lined up, blocking the way of the routed soldiers. "It's all fucking ruined, and there's still a chief there?" A tattered petty officer shouted as he pointed at the dogs. A big stick struck the little officer's stomach with the sound of the wind, and the rout next to him could even see the painful cold sweat sliding down the little officer's face. The old cannon held an oversized wooden stick, pointed at the little officer lying on the ground, and said sharply, "Don't pretend to be a calf in me, it's not good." are all quietly waiting, a chief official lecture"

Several heavily armed dog-legged men hugged Zhao Zhi and walked over, and the shiny rank of lieutenant colonel on the collar made the defeated soldiers stand up straight. "Do you want to go home? Hit the valley in front, I'll take you home" Zhao Zhi, who was calm and relaxed, asked a word, then took his doglegs and threw down the guns, turned his head and walked towards the valley.

Uncle Guo looked at the defeated soldiers in front of him with disdain, and scolded at the top of his throat, "You dogs, don't you often say that you are a regular army on weekdays?" Damn, grass chicken. If you are a grass chicken, you will take off this skin, saying that you are a common man, and we will take you home as well. If you are still a man, pick up the gun on the ground and fight back with our chief."

"Let's go, let's fight the devil" Maotou took the other doglegs to chase Zhao Zhi with Uncle Guo, leaving only guns and routs all over the ground. Finally, there was a rout who looked at Zhao Zhi blankly and couldn't stand it, grabbed the gun on the ground suddenly, looked at the other rout soldiers with blood-red eyes, and shouted, "If it's a man, go with me, the head is off but the bowl has a big scar, we can't make others look down on it" The rout is also a soldier, and it is not lacking in blood, sometimes it just needs an example. With the first pick-up, there will be a second, a third, until all the routs have turned around and run away. Because they want to catch up with Zhao Zhi and rush ahead of Zhao Zhi, because they want to prove that they are men and not bad seeds.

Uncle Guo took a dozen dogs with good marksmanship, wearing homemade thatched clothes, and hid far away in the grass, and their targets were Japanese officers and machine gunners. Uncle Guo whispered to the doglegs around him, "I'm aiming to shoot, first the officers and machine gunners, and then the leading devils." Don't mess around, let's cover the fire, don't charge" The doglegs crouched in the grass, calmly opened their guns, guns and guns, and the Japanese soldiers in the woods were dizzy by the sudden bullets. But the doglegs were all wearing thatched clothes, and the Japanese army couldn't find their place at all. A squad leader of the Japanese army, counting the direction of the ballistics, commanded several grenadiers to bombard the direction of the national uncle. The extended grenade blasted the grass where Uncle Guo and the others were hiding, and Uncle Guo and they were crushed there by the fragments of the grenade, and they did not dare to move.

"Knock out their grenadiers for me and get all the grenades out," the old cannon screamed at his female gunners with blood-red eyes. The old cannon obviously saw that there were a few hair balls mixed in the smoke rising from Uncle Guo's side, which were all his brothers, brothers of life and death. The old cannon gritted his teeth tightly, and the flesh on his cheeks twitched one after another, and he kept screaming like an angry lion. Under the bombardment of the artillery in countless quantities, several grenadier positions of the Japanese army rose in large clouds of smoke. The smoke was also mixed with broken grenadiers and the corpses of Japanese soldiers, and the uncle who had suffered heavy losses took the opportunity to shift the ambush position with the remaining gunners and continued to shoot at the Japanese soldiers. They turned their ruthlessness towards the Japanese army and their love for their brothers into bullets of revenge and shot them at the Japanese army.

The female gunners had already begun to bombard the Japanese machine gun positions, and in the continuous explosions, large groups of fire and smoke rose up, and the more skilled female gunners knocked out the Japanese machine guns one by one. The regained fighting spirit of the defeated soldiers kept screaming and rushed up the mountain road. The Japanese troops in the dense forest hid behind concealments and accurately hit the routers, and people continued to fall, and the Japanese did not intend to give up this advantageous terrain. Regardless of the rout, the defeated soldiers lowered their bodies and rushed into the dense forest, and the grenadiers of the old guns destroyed the last three machine guns of the Japanese army, and the Japanese army had lost its superior firepower.

Fierce clashes between the rout and the Japanese began with the exchange of grenades, and smoke and dust exploded on the mountain roads and in the woods. The tough Japanese soldiers rushed out of the dense forest with the smoke and dust of the explosion, in a vain attempt to crush the spirit of the defeated soldiers in one fell swoop through white-knuckle combat. But they were wrong, really wrong. The group of routs that came today was different from the past, they were led by lions, a group of lions.

Zhao Zhi and a few dog-legged men were already at least ten meters ahead of all the routs, and they also attracted the attention of almost all the Japanese infantry, and most of the bayonets were turned to their side, and they crashed into them with a different frequency of screams. Zhao Zhi, who was rushing to the front, was about to collide with the Japanese army, when he suddenly smashed himself to the ground in embarrassment, so that a Japanese soldier who rushed to them flew over them with a gun, and the bayonet that the rout soldiers behind them made up for was not in suspense.

The machine gun that had been hidden behind began to roar, and the hairy head wearing motorcycle goggles manipulated the machine gun to start "da-da" and "da-da" short points, so that the Japanese soldiers who rushed out of the smoke and dust almost overturned in front of his eyes. "Boom" "Boom" The grenades thrown by the Japanese army exploded, and Maotou was shrouded in a cloud of gunsmoke, and the machine guns stopped. The routs who rushed up dragged away the guys lying on the machine gun position, pulled the bolt, gritted their teeth and pulled the trigger. The machine gun violently spewed a torrent of metal of death, striking hard into the Japanese counterattack formation. A large cloud of blood mist erupted from the body of the Japanese soldier, and the Japanese soldiers were in pain.

The Japanese army was beaten and blinded, completely blinded. Is this still the rout of the expeditionary force? Outwardly, this is no different from the rout of the expeditionary force that was successfully ambushed a few days ago. The same rags, the same black and thin, the same malnutrition. But this group of routs was different, although their marksmanship was still the same inaccurate, and the hands holding bayonets were as weak, but they were a little more bloody. Even if he was pierced by a bayonet, he had to hit the Japanese soldier hard with the bayonet or rifle butt or stone in his hand, and then fell to the ground with a satisfied smile on his face and died. The Japanese army was frightened by the mad beast-like rout, and the Japanese troops on the forward line began to retreat.

"Press up, press up" all the doglegs shouted the same words, and as Zhao Zhi rushed into the smoke of gunpowder, he collided with the Japanese army fiercely. The routs rammed the Japanese with guns, torsos and bullets in the smoke of gunfire, and after each collision a few men lay down on both sides. When the bodies used by the routs to crash into the Japanese army had fallen to the fourth group, they suddenly found that the vision in front of them suddenly opened up, only to find that they had actually cut through the attack formation of the Japanese army, and the rout soldiers had divided the surviving Japanese army into two halves.

The routs finally had time to reload their guns, as the Japanese had begun to withdraw their ammunition and prepare for the bayonet fight of the expeditionary force. It's a pity that the doglegs are always willing to choose a more efficient way when they have a choice, and the routs who have pressed the bullets take turns firing. The Japanese soldier Shaozo, who was full of bullet holes in "Baga", fell unwillingly, and the rout used bullets to deal with the Japanese soldiers who were about to stab, which made him despise it. The rout shouted loudly, and all the Japanese troops in the mountains and forests were driven out of the woods. Most of them had become corpses lying on the ground, and the more than 20 surviving Japanese soldiers gathered in a circle to resist the assassination of the rout. "Get out of the way, get out of the way" The blood-stained hairy head limped with a machine gun to push away the routers, and directly broke through the remaining 20 Japanese troops, cleanly.

The long knife of the machete was long gone, and he slashed with a Japanese sword with a handle that he didn't know where to go, and the other party told him to cut it down, but the knife was also broken. The old gun, who had rushed to the front, turned around with half a rifle, and he finally had time to see his grenadiers and his female gunners. But when he saw it, he blew up, "Little Wang and eight calves, aren't you not allowed to charge?" Why are they all up? The furious old cannon scolded his female artillerymen, these female soldiers are all treasures, and the old cannon really can't afford to hurt them.

Zhao Zhi stumbled back, carrying a half-cut knife, stumbling because a dying Japanese soldier opened a hole in Zhao Zhi's thigh. Zhao Zhi, who was wounded and covered with blood, stood like this, stood in the middle of the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, looked at the defeated soldiers, pointed to the corpses of the Japanese soldiers at his feet and said, "It's just a squadron of Japanese soldiers, haven't you done the same?" Are you still scared? If you're afraid, you won't be able to go home, and we can't be afraid, because we're going home."

"Go home" "Go home" The rout soldiers raised their guns and shouted, and the sound spread throughout the valley and went straight to the sky.