The battlefield became fierce. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Xiang Biao led a company that suddenly appeared from behind the Japanese squad, and knocked down more than a dozen devils with the first shot. The squad set aside half of the squad to return head fire. The Japanese squadron leader on another hill also mobilized heavy machine guns and 92 guns to fire at Xiang Biaolian. The pressure on the national army on the hill was immediately relieved, and they took the opportunity to organize a group of men and horses to break through downward, trying to join Xiang Biaolian, and the two sides were in a scuffle.

Long Xiaotian was lying in the grass at this time, and his heart ached for a while, generating fear of death. His face turned pale and he muttered in a low voice, "I don't want to die, I want to live." "The blood is no longer flowing out, it seems to be drained. His body trembled, and he was even more frightened, and suddenly remembered the situation when he reprimanded Xiang Biao, so he smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "I just taught Xiang Biao to be greedy for life and afraid of death, and when it is my turn, I am also afraid of death." "In fact, survival is the instinct of every life, who wants to die, who is not afraid of death. Both cowards and heroes fear death, but the degree of fear is different. People who are not afraid of death at all...... It's a fool.

There were white clouds floating in the sky, and he thought of Hu Wen Rou again, the impression of the white x beautiful face and tall and plump figure shook repeatedly in his mind, big beauty, I can no longer see you.

Suddenly, a sense of pride rushed to my heart again: "Long Xiaotian, you are a dragon, what are you afraid of, your father and mother are dead, your younger brothers and sisters are dead, there are no relatives, why are you afraid of your husband's life?" What's more, you have long promised Sun Wukong that the Japanese devils will lose their lives when they surrender, and now they are just a few years early. Father, mother, grandfather, younger brother, sister, I'm sorry, I only killed a dozen devils, and I didn't find and kill the devils who killed you, and now I'm looking for you. Be a man in the next life, and then kill devils! "A burst of cranky thought.

Long Xiaotian lay in the grass for half an hour, and the devil had long thought that he was dead, and no one came down to check. Bang, bang, bang, boom, the fierce sound of gunfire in the distance woke Long Xiaotian from his confusion, why is he not dead? He raised his head and looked at his chest, it was long gone, and he shook his body, the wound hurt a little, but it hurt very lightly, and it seemed that there was an air mass swirling there, making it numb.

"Huh." He screamed, rolled over and sat up, lifted his clothes, and with a bang, three bloody bullets fell and rolled into the grass. He wiped the blood from his chest and saw three bullet holes, but they were all scarred.

"Haha, I'm not dead, stinky monkey, no, Sun Dasheng didn't lie to me!" He said excitedly, stood up, just stood halfway through, thought of the devil, immediately lay down, and thought nervously in his mind: "Well, Sun Dasheng promised that I would not die, but he did not promise that I would be injured, and now not only is he not dead, but his injuries are almost healed, it must be the immortal qi of the Great Sage that blocks the bullet from going deeper, and pushes out the warhead to help heal the wound." ”

He supported the ground with both hands, turned his body to the place of Huaguo Mountain, raised his head slightly, knocked to the ground again, and said, "Monkey King, thank you for saving my life." I'm sorry, I scolded you just now, please don't remember the villain. When this battle is over, I will definitely set up a spiritual position for you, kowtow! ”

Long Xiaotian lay in the grass and thought quietly, although he was not dead, he would be injured, he should be careful, he couldn't be as big as he was just now, he was the same as two hundred and five, he really regarded himself as an immortal, but in fact, he was only a half-immortal. If the Japanese army came to check just now, he would have given himself a few more shots, a few stabs in his body, and a shot in the eye, although he would not die, he would have become crippled. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became.

Listening to the sound of gunfire, he looked up at the devils on the hillside and decided to kill the enemy again. After this incident, his mind calmed down, and he calculated carefully that his sense and physical strength were much greater than those of ordinary soldiers, and he should make full use of this, and according to the battlefield experience he had just gained, observe and dodge the enemy's bullets, so that the chance of injury would be greatly reduced.

Long Xiaotian took out the shell gun, pressed the magazine, opened the insurance, held the shell gun in his left hand, pulled out a grenade in his right hand, bent over and bent his legs, looked up and saw the fire snake at the muzzle of the devil's gun, his heart tightened, evoking the pain of being injured, and the taste of four bullets hitting his body was really too painful. He hesitated, and then scolded himself: "You are a bastard, a soft d, a coward, a coward, you can't die, and you're still afraid of pain?!" ”

He took a sharp breath, gritted his teeth, and walked quickly towards the mountain. Then, under the cover of stones and small trees, Long Xiaotian quickly approached the devil four hundred meters away. A devil finally spotted him and shouted in Japanese: "Another sneak attack from that person!" He didn't recognize it as Long Xiaotian who had just been hit. Several devils immediately raised their rifles and fired.

Seeing the fire coming out of the muzzle of the devil's gun, Long Xiaotian's body immediately jumped five meters to the right, and said in his heart: "Little devil, you must play your marksmanship well." ”

The devil's marksmanship is really not bad, a few bullets swished past the place where Long Xiaotian was staying, and if it was replaced by someone else, it would definitely hit.

"Baga, hell, why did he jump so far?" The devil soldier muttered and forgot to shoot. Taking advantage of this effort, Long Xiaotian ran over more than 50 meters, more than 300 meters away from the devil, leaned back with his right hand, threw a grenade forward, and flew to the top of the mountain like a small cannonball, exploding violently, and a handful of devils were immediately blown up to the flesh and blood. If Xiang Biao was here, he would definitely not say that Long Xiaotian relied on a gust of wind to throw a long distance.

The devils were in chaos, and many devils turned to deal with Long Xiaotian. Whoosh, boom, boom, Long Xiaotian threw out the six grenades on his body, and all the devils on the opposite side were killed. He held the shell gun in his right hand, pulled out Walter in his left hand, and took the opportunity to run upward. The devil in the distance was attracted and aimed at Long Xiaotian with his gun.

Long Xiaotian raised the shell gun, pulled the trigger, and with a click, seven or eight bullets were shot out, and all the devils in the distance were killed.

The devil's machine gun turned its muzzle and aimed at Long Xiaotian. Long Xiaotian was shocked, and hurriedly jumped into the air more than four meters high, and dozens of bullets were swept over like a fan of water, but unfortunately they all swept under Long Xiaotian's body. The machine gunner was stunned, but he stopped shooting, looked up at Long Xiaotian in mid-air, and thought to himself, how could a person jump so high. Bang, Long Xiaotian fired a shot, a shot hit the mouth, blood gushed out, his head tilted and died, and the machine gunner went to the Netherworld with doubts. The deputy next to him hurriedly grabbed the machine gun, and was also killed by Long Xiaotian with one shot.

The devils who saw this scene were stunned. The squad leader shouted: "Baga, whatever you are stunned about, hit this person and kill him!" ”

At this time, Long Xiaotian had already landed and flown away, a hundred meters away from the devils, and a dozen devils were killed after a burst of strafing shots from the shell gun. The squad leader crouched down and climbed up to the machine gun. Long Xiaotian pulled the trigger of the barge gun in his right hand, and there was an empty sound, oh, there were no bullets. He didn't have time to regret it, and he held Walter in his left hand and shot him, missing the devil. He quickly switched Walter to his right hand. At this time, the squad leader had already felt the crooked handle and pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out. Long Xiaotian immediately lay down, close to the ground, and the bullets flew past his scalp. He raised his hand and shot the squad leader, then flew up and jumped up, holding the shell gun again in his right hand, and quickly replaced the magazine with his left hand, and with a shuttle, five or six devils died. He sped a few steps into the devil's trench, grabbed his machine gun, and swooped down the trench to the right.

The devils here didn't notice that Long Xiaotian actually rushed in, and was concentrating on shooting at the opposite mountain. Long Xiaotian was unceremoniously, picked up his machine gun and aimed at the devils in the trench on the right side and hit him violently, da-da-da, and he advanced while shooting, and dozens of devils on this side were immediately reimbursed.

The devils at the beginning of this hill are a squadron headquarters, a squad, plus a heavy machine gun team and an artillery squad, close to a hundred devils. At this time there were still thirty or forty of them left in the left trench. The Japanese squadron leader originally commanded heavy machine guns and infantry artillery to attack Han Deqin, and there was a great chaos behind him. He turned around to observe and was shocked that a person from the branch actually touched him, and killed the squad leader and dozens of soldiers, and more than half of them died. He roared and commanded the rest of the Japanese troops: "Kill this Shina for me first!" ”

At this time, Long Xiaotian had already run out of machine gun bullets, and he replaced the shell gun with magazines. However, when he saw the devil rushing over, he smiled, put away the barge gun, took out a miniature pointed gold hoop stick in his ear with his right hand, squatted down, and shouted: "Get bigger, get bigger...... He stood up, holding a three-meter-long pointed gold hoop stick in his hand.

In front of the trench, more than a dozen devils rushed towards Long Xiaotian. Strangely, they withdrew their bullets and installed bayonets. This practice of the devil is not out of heroism, but because the bullet used in the devil's 38 big cover rifle is a small caliber, with strong penetrating power, and in close combat, the devil's bullet is easy to penetrate the enemy's body and then shoot at his own people, so the bullet is required to be withdrawn in close combat. These Japanese soldiers thought that there were their own people on the other side at this time, and they didn't believe it when they were killed, and those people were all killed by Long Xiaotian.

Whirring, Long Xiaotian waved the golden hoop stick and pounced. He likes to attack, not to defend. The Japanese soldiers were stunned for a moment, why did this person hold a golden stick.

At this time, on the opposite hill, Han Deqin, the future commander of the 89th Army, was holding a telescope to observe this side to see why the Japanese had ceased fire. He was surprised to see the Japanese all rushing towards a Chinese wearing a black coat, and what made him even more strange was that this person was actually wielding a yellow cancan stick with golden hoops at both ends and a dagger in front.

"It's funny, the golden hoop with a dagger has been born!" Han Deqin muttered to himself, staring. Then, he opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth, and was amazed, the young man in the camera was like a tiger entering the flock, the wild boar gnawed cabbage, and the golden hoop stick was cut and smashed indiscriminately, and all the devils he encountered fell down, and some were cut off by the head, and some were cut off by the waist, and the flesh and blood flew sideways, and the blood spurted out dyed the young man's whole body red.

Five or six minutes passed, and all the devil soldiers were killed, leaving only the squadron leader. He was so frightened that he raised his pistol and was about to pull the trigger, when it was too late, a pointed golden rod whistled through his chest and pinned him to the ground.

Killing all the devils, Long Xiaotian walked towards the body of the squadron leader, at this time he relaxed his strength, and saw the miserable appearance of the dead, some were still bleeding, some were in different places, and the eyes of all the dead were full of horror and doubt. After killing so many people, Long Xiaotian felt a burst of fear, and then a sense of pride rushed to his heart, shouting: "Little devil, you are also human, hahaha, dare to come to China, I will let you die one by one, and two die with a pair!" ”

He walked up to the dead body of the squadron leader, pulled out the golden rod, and suddenly felt a bright light shine on, and when he looked down, he saw an officer on the opposite hill looking at him with a telescope. He grinned, crouched down and said, "Get smaller, get smaller." "Wipe it on the dead body and put it in your ears.

Long Xiaotian stood on a boulder and observed, Xiang Biao's place, a small team of Japanese troops was caught in front and back, and fell into a rout. But the last Japanese squad was still attacking the Nationalist army.

"Dog's day, Lao Tzu will let you taste the taste of your own cannon." Long Xiaotian scolded fiercely, walked to the 92nd Infantry Cannon, took a closer look, called up the knowledge of firing artillery in his mind, and compared it. He turned the muzzle of the gun, looked at the scope, adjusted the angle of the barrel, aimed it at the Japanese squad, loaded the shell, pulled the bolt, bang, the cannon was ejected, and flew through the air, but it crossed the Japanese army, fell into the river and exploded, splashing a column of rushing water.

The Japanese army was frightened, how could they shoot at their own people? The team leader picked up the binoculars to observe, only to find that the Japanese troops on the hill were dead, and a man in a black coat was firing in this direction.

"Yaga, retreat!" The squad leader panicked and ordered. This Japanese squad quickly retreated. The national army did not pursue either, and quickly cleaned up the battlefield. Han Deqin and Xiang Biao led some people to walk quickly to the top of Long Xiaotian's mountain.