|.| Chapter 7 Rong Ji (No. 8 Middle School)

"Boom." Come forward to see the bustling horse thieves like frightened flies. Scattered and fled. The devil soldiers, who also tried to rush forward and capture the little guerrillas alive, were caught off guard. I was also hit by horse thieves. Make a mess. Until Second Lieutenant Hatoyama pulled out his gun and fired two shots into the air. I barely managed to stabilize my mind. Pull the mount tight again.

"Brute. Scraps. Coward. A bunch of bad people who deserve to eat rice bran. Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong ......." catch up with a few horse thieves who are fleeing for their lives. Second Lieutenant Hatoyama shoots at the opposing mount. while cursing loudly." There is only one grenade . It's already been blown up. What the hell are you hiding? Where else do you want to hide?"

The horse thieves did not dare to fight back. Take the mount with a sneer. Look back. The smoke from the grenade has long been blown away by the wind. Through a thin smoke screen. They saw that the little eight roads who sacrificed their lives for righteousness were blown into a charred corpse. In addition to killing it himself. This manifestly inpowerful grenade did nothing. Even the horse thieves who rushed most aggressively just now. It's just a few oily skins scratched by shrapnel. And no one was forcibly pulled by Xiao Balu to be a traveling companion on Huangquan Road.

"He seems to be only in his teens." Individual horse thieves with sharp eyes. From the blackened face of the small eight roads. The age of the person is roughly inferred.

"He. . . He ...... "More horse thieves pull the mounts. The corners of the mouth are constantly squirming. But I can't say a complete sentence. They are all boastful, and they are not afraid of death. But in front of the real one who sees death as home. They just found out. It turns out that deep in my heart. There is such a fear of death.

"Animals, scraps, a bunch of bad people who deserve to eat rice bran." I saw the horse thieves lose their souls one by one. Second Lieutenant Hatoyama couldn't help but curse again. Is it just a broken grenade? I will scare you into this virtue... Are you not ashamed? Look back. The little eight-way lying on the ground was a little bigger. The same is the Chinese people. Why can he be a warrior. And you guys. but timid like a pack of rabbits. A group of hopeless rabbits. Coward."

Not sure if it was his insults that really worked. Or the scolded person himself felt that the performance just now was too bad. The horse thieves looked into the eyes of the little guerrillas. I was really ashamed. It was indeed a child. The childishness on his face has not yet dissipated the child. But it's just such a child with fluff at the corners of his mouth. But with Izumo Long and others. pestered the large army of the Japanese for several days and nights. The Japanese had to slow down their advance. Respond to their harassment with all our might; Just such a half-grown child who is old enough to be their son and nephew. But after being injured and falling off the horse, he did not hesitate to pull the grenade. I'd rather blow myself up. and refused to fall into the hands of devils and suffer humiliation; Just such a child who can barely reach their shoulder height. but told them with his life; What kind of man really deserves to be called a man.

Second Lieutenant Hatoyama is at least right about one thing. They are indeed cowards. Incorrigible cowards. Compared to the little eight roads who would rather kill themselves than have you captured by the enemy. These so-called heroes of the green forest. It's just a pack of wild dogs with a broken backbone. Only dare to show your teeth and claws against the weak. Encounter beasts that are stronger and more ferocious than yourself. But they will just lie down obediently on the ground. Expose the soft lower abdomen.

"Maybe we really shouldn't be here this time." Looking at the charred remains not far away. Many horse thieves thought silently. The reason why they received the invitation. I happily rushed to help Junji Fujita. It's because they believe that there won't be the slightest suspense in this battle. After all, Redbeard's brothers are only a hundred or so brothers. And in order to exterminate them. The Japanese garrison of the Black Rock Village poured out. And also invited dozens of heroes to come to help.

However. Not far away, the blackened remains of the bomb. But it was clearly told to the horse thieves. How outrageous their previous inferences were. Truly. Redbeard's troops are thin. Truly. Redbeard doesn't have cars and cannons like the Japanese. But. Redbeard casually pulls out a small child. can make them pay four or five times as much to kill. If you want to completely level the lama ditch. on their side. How many people have to be filled in in the end...

That's definitely a number that no horse thief leader would dare to face. Even if you secretly think about it in your heart. My legs and stomach are shaking. And now the guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army on the steppe . It's not just Redbeard's family. In Jerim. In Korqin. Even more distant in Tokto. It is said that they have already appeared. If all these guerrillas are as tough as Redbeard. In time. This steppe. This country. How could it end up in the hands of the Japanese..

"You bunch of scrap. Coward. Cheer me up. Irumo Dragon won't run far. Wait for the next ......" Second Lieutenant Hatoyama was still roaring hoarsely. But the thieves silenced him. It's all a stench that blows past my ears.

They didn't dare to confront Second Lieutenant Hatoyama in public. But they won't do anything more to this man. When faith once collapsed. All the sweet dreams attached to it. will all crumble into a ground of powder. The reason why the horse thieves believed that the Japanese would sit on the throne was that they were in the middle of nowhere. Because of the last year or so. The Japanese successively defeated Song Zheyuan, Yan Xishan, and Li Zongren, who were heroes in their eyes. From Beiping City all the way to the south of the Yangtze River. And the national government, which occupies the name of righteousness, can only parry. There was no way to fight back. But today. The horse thieves were shocked to find out. The ultimate ownership of this country. Maybe there's another possibility! The victories that the Japanese achieved south of the Great Wall were glorious. After all, it's too far away from everyone. And the battle going on in front of you. But it's a fact they can see and touch. Make them reluctant to believe. But the more you think about it. The more you begin to doubt your previous choices.

Since the little devil refuses to treat everyone as his own. It is impossible to sit firmly. Why should you be cheap, everyone? You have to stick it upside down. It's boring to talk about yourself.. While listening respectfully to Ensign Hatoyama's reprimand. The horse thieves secretly made up their minds in their hearts. Next time, I'll fight with Izuyunlong and the others. Be sure to slow down the mount a bit. The muzzle is raised a little. It doesn't matter if the other party appreciates it. At least. At least not to let more partisans die at their own hands. Of course. It would be nice to find a chance to escape. While he hasn't made any big enmity with Redbeard. Keep the well water with him and not the river water. Wait one day for the guerrillas to really become the climate. took his brothers and went over to help fight the country. Maybe. Maybe I can fight for a wife in the end. Things to come. Who could have predicted.

"It turns out. The people who have entered the cloud dragon have reached the end of the crossbow." Finally vented the frustration that had been accumulated in the abdomen for days. Second Lieutenant Hatoyama ended his tirade with two bold remarks." Can defeat him once. You can defeat him a second time, a third time. Everyone, please work with me. Victory will surely belong to the Great Japanese Empire."