It is said that it is easy to pull eggs when you take a big step. In fact, you can also fall into the pit.

Especially in the mountains, and in the mountains of foreigners who are not familiar with their own environment.

There was a "boom", and it was the Japanese soldier named Musashi who fell into a big pit, a large pit with a depth of 3 meters

The big pit is certainly not natural. It was a trap dug by the villagers of the Zhao family next to the cornfield, specially used to trap wild boars.

There is little land in the Taihang Mountains, and most of the villagers make a living by growing corn and coarse grains. But the places where they live are all mountainsides or mountain tops, far from the slopes or valley floors where corn is grown. However, there are a lot of wild boars in the Taihang Mountains, and every time the corn is about to grow or mature, they come to harm the crops, and in one night, a wild boar herd can destroy a few acres of land, which is really a big trouble for the villagers.

Moreover, wild boars are mostly one male or several females, and even seven or eight half-sized pigs appear in groups, even if they send people to watch the crops, they may not dare to match these wild goods with fangs and thick skin. The wild boar is in a hurry, but even the tiger dares to fight, and a dozen dogs may not be able to win a big wild boar, let alone a wild boar herd.

But you can't just guard a dozen people and a dozen dogs around a few acres of land, the labor cost is too high, isn't it?

So the clever Chinese peasants came up with the idea of digging traps around the crops, laying them with thumb-thick branches and covering them with loess and weeds, so that they looked like ordinary ground. Moreover, the most mysterious thing is that the trap is enough to bear the weight of a child of fifty or sixty pounds without collapsing, but if a wild boar of more than 100 pounds walks up, the branches cannot bear it.

The wise Chinese peasants knew that if they caught a small wild boar, the big wild boar would bring the herd of pigs to harm the crops, but if the big wild boar was caught and eaten, the wild boar herd would have no leader, and the organizational discipline would be much worse.

Of course, in order to prevent your own people from falling into it, the traps next to each crop field are marked. For example, when Mu Dun'er walked through this trap with a width of 3 meters just now, he was also cautious, although he also knew that his small physique of forty or fifty pounds was not enough to step on the trap, including his two beloved black sheep weighing only fifty or sixty pounds.

It's just that a few Japanese troops led by Miyamoto Kawawa know that the lowly Chinese in their eyes still have such a hand? Naturally, he did not pay the slightest attention to the careful walking of the little Chinese boy who treated the sheep as his baby.

I didn't pay attention, but I ran forward extremely recklessly, so I could only be unlucky.

The trap that Mu Dun'er carefully drove through the two sheep was very fragile for the Japanese army who weighed and was equipped with more than 150 pounds, and his steps were so big, his steps were even heavier, and it was strange not to fall into the trap.

Of course, although the three-meter-deep pit is an existence that can smash people to the ground for ordinary people, but for these so-called ninja masters, it is just a small pit that can get out of trouble with a little bit of strength. That's what they do.

It's just that pigs can actually do this, don't look at the shorter legs of wild boars, but you don't have to use jumping like Japanese ninjas. A three-meter pit is not necessarily difficult to hold them, and a group of wild boars have fangs like small shovels enough to dig a passage along the big pit in one night.

Taihang Mountain is hard, even if it is yellow earth, digging three meters has been very labor-intensive, more than 100 catties of wild boar is not only the culprit of destroying crops, but also enough for dozens of people in the whole village for half a year's meat, maybe the New Year's hospitality relatives have to rely on the contribution of wild boars.

Since you are here, it is definitely impossible to leave. So, the trap was filled with sharpened willow branches more than a foot long.

Falling from a height of three meters, with a weight of more than 100 catties, even if the wild boar has rough skin and thick flesh, it can be poked to death. Not to mention a person?

That's just a meat skewer.

When Miyamoto Chuan and a few people hurriedly went to rescue their companions, ran to the edge of the trap and took a look, they knew that there was no need to save them.

Meat skewers, just wear an iron skewer. But what if a lump of meat is worn with a dozen wooden skewers? That's like a hedgehog.

Now, the companion who wailed in pain and screamed like a pig, was like a hedgehog covered in wooden thorns. From his legs to his chest, at least a dozen crimson branches burst out, and Bobo's blood almost gushed down the branches.

But the most terrifying thing is probably not the imminent death of a companion. It's that the companion is unwilling to die.

Musashi Dairo, who was pierced by a branch in his calf, thigh, and in his lower abdomen, was obviously tenacious, and with the only hand he could move, he untied the steel helmet he was wearing on his head, smashed it into the branches around him with the steel helmet, and tried to raise his head and cry and plead: "Miyamoto-kun, please, save me, you see, I smashed all these damn things." ”

The other three Japanese soldiers closed their eyes in pain, they all knew that Musashi would not survive. Whether he was hit by the key point or not, just bleeding could make him die in two minutes. What's more, he was already spitting black blood in his mouth, which was obviously a lot of bleeding in his lungs.

"Miyamoto-kun, please。。。。。 I miss my mom。。。。。。 Seeing the hesitation of his companions, the Japanese soldiers who fell into the trap cried even louder.

With a flash of knife light, the voice of the Japanese soldier came suddenly, and his eyes looked at Miyamoto Kawawa in a daze, flashing with disbelief and incomparable anger, and then became gloomy.

In the middle of his brow, a 38-style bayonet was trembling slightly, although it was hard enough, the human skull was hard, and it still didn't let the sharp bayonet poke into it too much. However, a depth of fifteen centimeters is enough to kill.

"Musashi-kun, you can go with peace of mind! I will give your relics to your mother and tell her that you died heroically for the Empire. Miyamoto Kawawa glanced at his companion who had been killed with a cold face, turned his gaze to the other three people with disbelief on their faces, and roared in a low voice: "Yaga! If I don't catch that little bastard, I'm going to dig out his heart and avenge Musashi-kun. ”

"Hey!" All three of them bowed their heads.

Although they were a little dissatisfied with the second lieutenant's behavior of killing his companion when he was seriously injured, the three of them actually breathed a sigh of relief. Really, Musashi's crying was too loud, and it would be terrible if he attracted the pursuers behind.

While the three Japanese soldiers drew their katana from behind their backs, carefully observed the ground, and cautiously approached the hateful Chinese boy, the wooden pier that had been staying on the edge of the cliff was beside a tree as thick as a thigh.

Then, just listen to the "boom", and the tree just falls.

After all this, Mu Dun'er turned over and climbed the rocks of the cliff and walked down his short legs along the steep slope of nearly 80 degrees. Xiao Mudun also knew that if he didn't run away, those little devils would be able to throw him into a trap.

Miyamoto Kawawa and the three Japanese soldiers were stunned suddenly, and then their hair stood on end.

What tricks did this little Chinese bastard play again? Seemingly, this does not bode well.

It is estimated that Miyamoto Kawawa may have never hated his sixth sense so accurately, and just when they were still thinking about what kind of unexpected situation they would encounter, a gong and drum suddenly sounded on the mountain more than 400 meters away, and a chaotic shout resounded through the mountains.

If Miyamoto Kawawa and others, who have learned northern Chinese dialect, can speak Jindong, they will know that they are clearly shouting: "There is a devil coming." ”

But whether he understands it or not, Miyamoto Kawa, who has a cold vest, has a hideous face. Because he knows that this time, it is completely exposed.

The sound of gongs and drums could be heard not only by him, but also by the pursuers behind him, and in less than half an hour, they would be chased to this place.

And here, Miyamoto Kawawa looked around, except for the path from which he came, there were steep slopes on both sides, in front of which the Chinese bastard had fled, but below was the bottom of the valley, and from here, it was completely impossible to hide any figure.

Whether it is forward, left or right, there is no way to escape, and backward, it is even more self-defeating.

It can be said that the place where they are now is a dead land, a Jedi.

And all this is caused by that little Chinese bastard. In other words, this position is what he deliberately brought them here.

Miyamoto Kawawa angrily pulled out his pistol and waved it at the place where Mu Dun'er disappeared, "Kill it." ”

Out of desperation, and even more so because of the humiliation of being fooled by children, the anger burned all the sane four Japanese elites and launched a charge against a Chinese boy of seven or eight years old with a runny nose.

Once the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire rose up bravely, even they were afraid.

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PS: Ahem! Originally, Chapter 992 was Mu Dun'er (middle), but I forgot the chapter name when I named it, so let's end it with this! Use these three chapters to pay tribute to the little hero Wang Erxiao. When Fengyue was a child, she loved to watch heroes, but Wang Erxiao was the only one. He is Fengyue's childhood hero, and now, too. Wang Erxiao can not be a specific person, but a symbol of a hero, a representative of the Chinese who will not give in to the Japanese invasion.