Zhao Zhi, who was shocked by the two mortars of the Japanese army, was in a cold sweat, called the old artillery, and pointed to the Japanese army under the mountain, "Old artillery, can you shoot their mortars here" The old cannon looked at the distance carefully, "It can be hit, but there is only one grenadier, and it can't be suppressed" Zhao Zhi's old face turned red, and he threw the grenadier just now, which was his own order.

Mao Tou, who had not spoken, lifted a pile of thatch, revealing two Type 92 heavy machine guns, which Mao Tou had brought from the machine gun position with all their might, and this time it could come in handy. The heavy machine gun has been surrounded by hairy people who have piled up a thick layer of soil, forming a good nest of machine guns. "Why didn't you say it earlier," the happy Zhao Zhi gave Mao a kick. The Japanese mortars were separated from the runway by a hill, and if they wanted to bombard the runway, they had to get close to the hill. So if the Japanese wanted to bombard the runway, their mortars had to go into the range of heavy machine guns. With these two heavy machine guns, Zhao Zhi was absolutely confident that he would take out the Japanese mortars.

"Maotou will go first, take the female soldiers and the wounded to get on the plane first, if there is any way, kill" Zhao Zhi threw his pistol to Maotou, and squinted at Wallace beside him, he was afraid that Wallace's British soldiers and his own people would grab the plane. Wallace didn't react, just looked at the Japanese troops down the hill.

Mao Tou ran into the runway, and three transport planes had already been lowered, and the British soldiers had begun to swarm up. The female soldiers and the wounded were pushed away by the British from a distance, and the two groups were facing each other on the edge of the runway. "Damn, I saved you by fighting to the death, is this how you bully women?" Mao Tou put his pistol straight on the head of a British soldier, and looked at the British soldiers with a hideous face.

The rich man, who was being pushed off the plane by two British soldiers, immediately howled and cried when he saw Maotou, "Why did you come here on your dog day?" These bastards are so bad. My aunt and grandmother were blocked in by them, and these dogs are not a good thing" As soon as Mao Tou heard that Yuan Qingqing was blocked in the cabin by these yellow hairs, his eyes immediately turned red, Zhao Zhi stayed on the mountain for everyone, and it was good to go down the mountain, and he lost his woman.

Maotou turned his head to look at the female soldiers who were still making mistakes, "Are you fucking holding burning sticks in your hands?" My aunt and grandmother were blocked inside, and I followed Lao Tzu to snatch people back" The female soldiers reacted this time, it turned out that the British army drove them out of the airport for Yuan Qingqing. "Dada" Zhao Yan's submachine gun rang out, and the slag under the feet of the British soldiers flew wildly. The British GIs who surrounded the female soldiers dodged one after another, because two female soldiers had already rushed up with grenades in their hands, although they did not open the insurance, but they were scary enough.

"Qingqing, Qingqing" Zhao Yan rushed into the cabin with the female soldier and shouted Yuan Qingqing loudly. "Here, I'm here," Yuan Qingqing, who was confronting several shirtless British soldiers, responded. The fiery hairy head directly clicked a few shots, and the shirtless British soldiers covered their legs and wailed and fell. Yuan Qingqing was leaning against the cabin wall, holding a pistol in her hand and a yellow-haired female pilot protecting Xiucai. "Xiucai was knocked out by them, call Lang Zhong quickly" Yuan Qingqing saw his own person, his heart was relieved, and his body collapsed in the cabin.

"Throw them down, this plane can only board our people, that's what the commander said" Mao Tou, who was holding a pistol, stood majestically at the hatch of the plane, looking at the other British GIs with fierce eyes. After all, the few British soldiers who wanted to despise Yuan Qingqing just now were a minority, and most of the British soldiers were still very grateful to Zhao Zhi.

"Maotou, this is Catherine, she is an American, she is a pilot of the Flying Tigers, thanks to her just now" Yuan Qingqing affectionately pulled the yellow-haired female pilot and introduced Maotou. Mao Tou didn't have much interest in Catherine, who was looking at his broken arm, but nodded. "Qing, why does he look like this, he doesn't have a knight's demeanor at all" The blue-eyed Catherine pulled Yuan Qingqing and whispered in stumbling Chinese.

The doglegs were full of cabins, Catherine looked at the doglegs who were about to come up, and hurriedly pulled Yuan Qingqing, "Qing, I can't get on anyone anymore, the plane is too heavy, the runway is too soft, and I can't take off" Maotou glanced at Catherine, and shouted loudly, "Everyone's weapons are thrown out, and all the things that are not needed in the cabin are thrown out" The cabin chattered and threw out all the guns and equipment. Maotou looked at the rich man with a big bag on his back, "Rich man, the backpack is thrown away, hurry up" The rich man hugged his big backpack tightly and shook his head desperately, "No, no, it's all food, it's all thrown away, what are we eating?" ”

"Dog's day, when you get to India, you can still eat" Maotou grabbed the big bag and threw it out directly. "Catherine, is it okay now?" Yuan Qingqing looked at Catherine. Catherine, who looked as cute as a doll, bit her lip, looked at the resolute hairy head, and nodded stupidly. The doglegs on the runway finally got on the plane, and the cabin was stuffed to the brim.

Maotou suddenly pulled Catherine out of the cabin, and looked at Catherine with dead eyes, this was the first time he had grown up to look at a girl so closely, and it was an American girl. "Please, take them away, now, right now. The Japanese army is already on the other side of the mountain, my commander is still blocking the Japanese army on the mountain, take care of Yuan Qingqing, she is my commander's woman" Mao Tou looked at Catherine's blue eyes, and finished this sentence word by word.

"Maotou, what are you doing? Come on," Yuan Qingqing and Lang Zhong, who saw that Catherine had started the plane engine, shouted Maotou. "The chief is still on the mountain, I'll wait for them to get on the next plane, you guys go first" Mao Tou waved his hand to the guys on the plane. Seeing the plane staggering off the runway from the runway, Mao Tou ran towards the hill with a submachine gun and a few magazines, he wanted to fight with Zhao Zhi and them, and there were still 3 planes that had not taken off, and their mission had not yet been completed.

"Sir, the brothers are gone, and the British soldiers on the runway have already begun to get on the plane," Mao Tou took out a pack of cigarettes and threw them to Zhao Zhi, joking with the other dogs. Looking at the doglegs who were crazy together, Zhao Zhi called Edward, "You take the British soldiers on the mountain down, we are here to block" Looking at the smile on Zhao Zhi's face, Edward stretched out his arms and hugged Zhao Zhi, "Zhao, you are a real soldier, it is my honor to fight side by side with you" Zhao Zhi took out two gold bars and handed them to Edward, "When we go back, please drink." If I can't go back, please take care of my brethren and send them back to China."

Zhao Zhi looked around at the dozen or so doglegs left on the top of the mountain, and smiled slightly, "Brothers, let's fight again, it's just more than 200 little devils" "Boom" "Boom" The Japanese troops under the mountain finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to shell the top of the mountain. Zhao Zhi and the others curled up in the anti-artillery hole, shrunk their heads and didn't fight back. Hatoyama looked at the top of the mountain full of gunsmoke, but after observing for a long time, there was still no movement, and two transport planes rose up on the other side of the mountain. Could it be that they had already fled by plane, Hatoyama ordered a small group of Japanese troops to go up the mountain first to make a tentative attack.

A Japanese soldier Shaozuo led dozens of Japanese soldiers to open the straggler line, trembling and touching the mountain. The goat looked down from the hidden place in the trench, "Sir, there are still 50 meters left" "Wait, get closer, try to destroy them all, kill one and one less" Zhao Zhi shook his head and pressed the bullet into the magazine. The Japanese squad was finally about to touch the top of the mountain, and a Japanese soldier waved a plaster flag to Hatoyama below the mountain, celebrating the victory in advance.

Just as Hatoyama was about to order the rear team to go up the mountain, the situation changed suddenly, and more than a dozen gunfire suddenly appeared from the top of the mountain, shooting at the Japanese squad that had just reached the top of the mountain. The first to bear the brunt was the Japanese soldier who waved the flag just now, and in the dense rain of bullets, the Japanese soldier's body was beaten to pieces like the plaster flag on his rifle. As soon as the Japanese soldier Shaozo who escaped the first round of shooting pulled out his pistol, he was shot through the head by a flying rifle bullet.

It was just a counterattack by Zhao Zhi and a dozen of their submachine guns, and a small group of Japanese soldiers all fell on the hillside. The submachine guns had stopped firing, and only the riflemen were left for a moment, accurately harvesting the lives of the wounded Japanese soldiers. Hatoyama's face turned black, on the hill outside the valley, Hatoyama had already suffered such a loss, and it was still like this, the commander of this small unit was really a genius. Hatoyama laughed angrily and ordered the Japanese army to open up and prepare to capture the top of the mountain, which was not defended by many people.

The Japanese troops below the mountain took off their shirts one after another and lined up in an attack formation shirtless. Even Hatoyama took off his shirt, revealing a white shirt and a headband of victory on his head like a soldier, and the old boy was ready to lead the attack himself. "Brush" Hatoyama drew his katana, pointed to the top of the mountain, "kill and give". A large group of shirtless Japanese soldiers shouted "Wan Zai" and rushed to the top of the mountain, and the momentum was extremely shocking.

As soon as the anxious old cannon "came up" drilled out of the anti-artillery hole, it was pushed back into the anti-artillery hole by the air wave of the explosion of a mortar shell. "How? What do you think? "Everyone is looking for injuries on the old cannon." Where are you touching the dog? "The old cannon who was woken up scolded Long Hair, it turned out to be Long Hair, a lewd guy who was reaching out and touching the crotch of the old man." Lao Tzu is to see, your guy is still not there" The serious face of eight hundred long hair explained to everyone, not embarrassed at all.

Zhao Zhi was about to go crazy, and kicked these two living treasures over one by one, "Holy shit, the Japanese army is coming, you are still making trouble" Hatoyama used mortars to bombard the top of the mountain to cover the infantry's charge, which seemed to be going well. At the very least, they hadn't been hit by the time they were halfway up the mountain. "Brothers, the food is here, it's time to work" Zhao Zhi drilled out of the anti-artillery hole, shouting in the trench, like a big monkey. "I heard it clearly, two rounds of 40-meter grenades, after the submachine gun was fully fired, the heavy machine gun fired again, and the old artillery you are responsible for the mortar" Zhao Zhi gritted his teeth and stared at the Japanese army who had already attacked halfway up the mountain.