"Plop" Zhao Zhi tripped over the machete again, and along the foot of the mountain, they walked out for another 5 or 6 miles, and the injured leg of the machete was bleeding all the time. The hemostatic powder has been used up, and the morphine has also run out, and if you continue like this, the blood of the machete will run out. Zhao Zhi, who was lying on the ground, coughed for a while, and looked in the direction behind him with a telescope, the Japanese soldiers chasing after him were still there, but they had changed from 23 to 14, and it was estimated that they also had soldiers who began to fall behind.

"Bear with it", Zhao Zhi tore off his shirt and rewrapped the wound with the machete. "Ah" Zhao Zhi tightened the strip of cloth violently, a muffled snort came out of the machete's mouth, his body kept shaking, and the green tendons on his head flared up. "Okay, okay, it's okay right away" Zhao Zhi coaxed the machete like a child, and rolled his eyes with the machete. According to the direction guided by the machete, as long as you walk less than 10 miles, you can get to the Ledo River, but in the current situation of the machete, how to go?

Damn, Zhao Zhi cursed in his heart, took off the 38 rifle and cartridge box and threw it away. Zhao Zhi jumped on the spot a few times, yes, his body was much lighter. He bent down and pulled up the machete, picked up the machete with both hands, and carried it on his shoulders, staggering down the meadow and heading straight for Leduo.

"Sir, if you put me down, I can still go" The machete's face turned red, and his mouth kept begging Zhao Zhi. This child of the mountain, a warrior who had never been afraid of fierce beasts, was already in tears at this moment. "Damn, be honest, if you move again, Lao Tzu will throw you to the little devil" Zhao Zhi slapped the back of the machete, making the writhing machete temporarily honest. Zhao Zhi's physical exertion is also very large, and he can't actually walk, but it looks like it's almost there, and now is not the time to give up.

"Plop" The two fell down again, and Zhao Zhi's face was cut by a dead branch of a bush on the ground, and half of his face was covered with blood. "Holy shit, don't go, don't go, let's fuck them here" Zhao Zhi gasped and looked at the Japanese soldiers who were chasing after him with a telescope, and there were still 10 left. The terrain here is more favorable to Zhao Zhi and them, this is a section of slope, Zhao Zhi and they occupy the upper hand at the high point of the slope, and the Japanese army chasing after them wants to exchange fire with Zhao Zhi and them, they must climb up the slope first. With his two submachine gun magazines and machete rifles, it shouldn't be a problem to bring down these 10 tired little devils.

Xiao Lin Shaozuo felt that his lungs were about to explode, the soldiers in front of him were too capable of escaping, Xiao Lin and they had been chasing for more than ten miles, but they still hadn't caught up. If it weren't for Chief Watanabe's repeated requests to eliminate these soldiers, Kobayashi would have turned back with his own squad of soldiers. When he first chased out, there were more than 20 people around Xiao Lin, and until now, there are only 10 people left around him, including 10 people.

The flower field that ran behind "Plop" fell to the ground, his face was blue, the corners of his mouth kept foaming, and his body was constantly twitching. "Another one" Xiao Lin just glanced at it, not daring to look closely. As soon as I looked at the situation of the flower field, it was out of strength, and it was estimated that the flower field was also finished like the first few guys who were planted. "Leave it alone, keep chasing" Kobayashi urged the other soldiers who were also crumbling.

Two gunshots rang out, and the two Japanese soldiers closest to Kobayashi fell, blood gushing from the bullet holes in their chests. "Hidden, hidden" Kobayashi threw himself on the grass, and before the other Japanese soldiers could react, two more gunshots rang out, and the soldiers who didn't have time to lie down were hit by two more. "There, Shina soldiers," shouted a Japanese soldier lying on the ground, pointing to the top of the slope. Kobayashi looked ahead with a telescope, "Nani? There is only one soldier" Kobayashi's telescope did see only one Chinese soldier, and it was a wounded Chinese soldier. Kobayashi could see in the telescope the strip of cloth wrapped around the soldier's legs, which was covered in blood.

According to Zhao Zhi's explanation, the machete fired four shots, and it was estimated that the Japanese army had already seen him, so he limped over the slope and disappeared. The machete was naturally looked at carefully by Xiao Lin, who howled like a wounded beast, pursued so far, and lost more than a dozen people. In the end, he found that there was only one soldier, and Kobayashi was so angry that he ignored the order and rushed up the slope with the other Japanese soldiers. Kobayashi pulled out his katana and followed the soldier, who was going to break this soldier into pieces.

Just when Xiao Lin and the others were still a few meters away from climbing to the top of the slope, the muzzle of a black hole pogged out from a nest of lush grass, it was Zhao Zhi, he had been waiting for a long time. At this time, Zhao Zhi was like a fierce beast in hunting, quietly squatting in the grass, waiting for the arrival of the prey. Finally able to see the heads of the Japanese soldiers, Zhao Zhi threw out two grenades and rushed forward with the smoke of the explosion. As the shrapnel and splashes of dirt from the smoke fell on Zhao Zhi's steel helmet, there was a clanging sound, but Zhao Zhi couldn't care about it anymore. If he couldn't completely annihilate these Japanese soldiers, then he and the machete would die here, and he would rather fight once than choose the latter.

Zhao Zhi, who suddenly rushed out of the grass, was like a killing god, and the submachine gun in his hand kept spraying bullets with the breath of death. "Poof" "Poof" The Japanese soldiers who had just been bombarded by grenades fell to the ground again and again by the sudden bullets, and when Zhao Zhi's submachine gun was hung up in an empty warehouse, there were only two Japanese soldiers left, including Xiaolin.

"Ah, die," Zhao Zhi shouted, smashing the submachine gun on the head of a Japanese soldier, and the submachine gun was completely smashed in half, and the Japanese soldier also fell to the ground. The blood left on his face flowed all over the ground, and he saw that he couldn't live. Zhao Zhi wiped the blood on his face, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth and shouting, "Machete, this is left to you"

"Baga" annoyed Xiao Lin rushed towards Zhao Zhi with a katana, and the katana raised high slashed at Zhao Zhi's neck with a slashing sound of breaking the air. "Bah" and "Bah" two gunshots, Xiao Lin's figure rushing forward paused, and two bloody arrows sprayed out along the two bullet holes in his chest. "The people of Zhina, cunning, not samurai" Xiao Lin pointed at Zhao Zhi and scolded. "Damn, I don't know what is dead or alive" Zhao Zhi pulled out the pistol on his waist and shot it at Xiao Lin's head, and then didn't look at Xiao Lin, and took care of himself to replenish the gun for the Japanese corpse on the ground. This is Zhao Zhi's consistent approach, he doesn't want to be shot by the Japanese army who pretended to be dead.

"Damn, it's some poor ghosts too" Zhao Zhi rummaged through the corpses of Japanese soldiers for a long time, and only found two grenades and a few pieces of black jerky. Zhao Zhi couldn't look down on the rifle of the Japanese army, but his submachine gun was smashed, so he had to pick the best 38 rifle and 50 rounds of ammunition. Kobayashi's katana is good, the previous one of the machetes has a gap, and this one can just be replaced.

The last canned food, the two of them ate half of it, and the black jerky of the Japanese army was very suspicious, and Zhao Zhi threw it all away. Looking around with a telescope, Zhao Zhi made sure that there were no more pursuers behind him, so he went on the road with the machete. This time, the machete resolutely did not let Zhao Zhi carry himself, but followed Zhao Zhi with a wooden stick and limped, but Zhao Zhi, who couldn't resist him, had to carry everything on the machete on his back, so that the machete could go more easily.

When it was close to noon, the two of them walked out for another 5 or 6 miles, and the distance should not be far from Ledo. The people in the sun were groggy, especially the wounds of Zhao Zhi and the machete had been bleeding, and the water of the two had already been drunk, and now they were moving their feet mechanically with their consciousness. The sudden machete pulled Zhao Zhi to lie on the grass, and the two people who were still wilting just now have been judged to be like two people at this moment. Zhao Zhili followed the rifle, tilted his head and listened to the surrounding movements, nothing? Zhao Zhi looked at the machete suspiciously, and the latter was also listening to something at this time.

"It's our people, I heard the bamboo whistle, it's the bamboo whistle" The machete smiled for the first time on his haggard face, and he shook Zhao Zhi desperately. Zhao Zhi, who was already physically exhausted, arched his head to the ground, slowly knelt up, and looked at the direction pointed by the machete with a telescope. "Bah" "Bah" Zhao Zhi raised his pistol and fired it into the sky, yes, he had already seen it, it was the people brought by Uncle Guo and Xiucai, only a few hundred meters away from them.

Just when Uncle Guo and the others could already see Zhao Zhi's face clearly, Zhao Zhi's hand went soft, his body and the pistol were crooked at the same time, and he fell to the ground and lost consciousness. "What's the matter? What's wrong? "Uncle Guo, who was full of tears, rushed over in a few arrows, and as soon as he picked up Zhao Zhi, he shouted Lang Zhong at the top of his voice." There is too much blood, let's carry it back first, there is no way here" Lang Zhong checked Zhao Zhi's body, in addition to being stabbed in the waist, there were at least three fragments of grenades on his back and arms. The condition of the machete was also very bad, the wound on the leg had become rotten white, and Lang Zhong said that the strip of cloth that covered the wound was tied too tightly.

"What the fuck are you doing, go back, hurry" Uncle Guo picked up Zhao Zhi and put it on his back, and strode in the direction of Lieduo. The others also lost the joy of finding Zhao Zhi and them, so they picked up the machete on their backs, followed behind Uncle Guo, and went straight to Leduo.