An hour later. Dozens of Japanese soldiers panted and came to the place where Chen Zikun and Zhao Ziming lived, and the wolf dog sniffed the place where the person had been lying, and barked wildly at the north, his blood-red tongue spit out the elder, and his tail wagged wildly.

The search over the mountains was hard work for the infantry, especially for the Japanese soldiers in bulky high-waisted leather boots, it was simply torture, the mountain roads were rugged, the night was dark, and it was difficult to march with torches, and if you were not careful, you would fall down the mountain.

Even so, the devils still chased after him, and it is said that the one who escaped was probably a high-ranking general of the guerrilla army, and it was a great achievement to catch him, with the help of wolf dogs with a keen sense of smell, at least the tracking direction could not be wrong.

The second lieutenant who led the team checked the traces on the ground, confirmed that the enemy had rested here not long ago, drew his saber and pointed to the north: "Forward!" ”

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the bean-sized raindrops crackled and fell, and the torches were extinguished, and the devils were drenched, and they could no longer hurry, so they had to seek shelter from the dense canopy of trees.

The climate in the mountains is different from the outside, the climate will be very different across a mountain peak, it is rainy here and sunny there, Chen Zikun and Zhao Ziming, who were in a hurry ahead, did not encounter heavy rain, trekked forward in the mottled moon shadow, walked for three hours, the dawn broke in the east, a round of red sun jumped out of the sea of clouds, and unconsciously reached the peak.

Looking back at the south, the pursuers had long since disappeared, the two stopped to rest, the nearby mountain spring was murmuring, Zhao Ziming went to pick up two pots of spring water, drank bitterly, and went to cooing in the abdomen, and suddenly saw a gray rabbit probe in the distance to probe the brain, Zhao Ziming pulled out the box cannon, but was gently held down by Chen Zikun.

With a dagger in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the hare fell to the ground, kicked his legs, and died.

Zhao Ziming ran over, picked up the rabbit and gave him a thumbs up: "Uncle, the secret weapon is good!" ”

Chen Zikun smiled proudly and threw the dagger over: "Peel the skin and roast the meat." ”

Zhao Ziming's hands and feet were very neat, he picked up the rabbit and found a wooden stick to sharpen and string it, gathered some hay underneath, picked up some dead branches, pulled out the box cannon and withdrew a bullet, unscrewed the warhead, put the cartridge case into the chamber, and fired a shot at the hay, and a flame erupted from the muzzle, igniting the hay.

Roasted hare meat, no oil or salt, it tastes good to eat, Zhao Ziming said: "Uncle, it's okay to play with flying knives, when will you teach me." ”

Chen Zikun bit the rabbit leg and said, "To learn the secret weapon, I have to find your aunt." ”

Zhao Ziming wondered: "Can the kung fu taught by the master be done?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "I don't understand, your little aunt is the heir of the Yan family in Cangzhou, and she is the one who ordered me these two times." ”

Zhao Ziming was speechless: "There is also such a saying, then I will really learn from my aunt next time." ”

On the mountain in the distance, a heavy rain not only drenched the Japanese army, but also washed away the traces of smell, and the wolfdog's sense of smell was also ineffective, the team leader was about to go home, and suddenly saw that there seemed to be cooking smoke on the opposite mountain, and raised the telescope to see, sure enough, it was the smoke caused by the bonfire.

"Keep chasing!" The squad leader is in spirit again.

On a mountain peak to the north, someone was also watching the smoke, a middle-aged man with a sturdy build, followed by a teenager, and a fierce-eyed hound.

The man carried a shotgun on his back, and was silent for a long time before finally saying, "The devil has entered the mountain." ”

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A hare is not enough for two men to eat, at most it is to fill the hunger, after eating and drinking, the tense nerves relaxed, and it is difficult to take a step again, the two legs are as heavy as the lead, think about it carefully, this half of the month has been rushing, it is too much to sleep for four or five hours a day, and people are about to collapse.

The quiet deep mountains and old forests give people a strange sense of security, presumably the Japanese have already given up the pursuit, Zhao Ziming yawned: "Uncle, rest for a while, you sleep first, I will give you a sentry." ”

Chen Zikun said: "You sleep first, I am still in good spirits." ”

Zhao Ziming was not polite, he fell asleep, and after a while, he snored loudly, Chen Zikun sat down with his back against the tree, and began to recall the experience of the past few months, the battle of Jiangbei lasted for nearly a year, and finally failed, but it also proved that the Japanese were not invincible, their weapons and equipment and tactical level were still in the European war period, if China could get foreign aid, it would not be a problem to defeat Japan......

Thinking about it, his eyes gradually blurred, his head sank suddenly, and then he came to his senses, and a flock of birds suddenly rushed into the sky not far away, no, someone is coming.

He hurriedly woke up Zhao Ziming and made a silent gesture, Zhao Ziming's eyes widened, and he broke the nose of the box cannon.

Chen Zikun was lying on the ground and listening, and he could hear the sound of dead branches stepping on and the footsteps were very mixed, and there were about thirty or forty people.

The Japanese persevered, but they still chased after them.

"Let's go!" Chen Zikun picked up Zhao Ziming and left, and after walking more than a dozen steps, Zhao Ziming's feet and neck twisted, grinning in pain, and a big hand tightly covered his mouth.

Chan shook his head and motioned not to make a sound.

Zhao Ziming sweated in pain, pointed to his feet and neck, and shook his head, meaning that he couldn't walk.

Chen Zikun didn't say a word, squatted down and carried him.

Zhao Ziming lowered his voice and said, "Uncle, you go, I can't affect you, or we won't be able to survive." ”

Chen Zikun was just about to go crazy, but Zhao Ziming raised his gun to his temple: "Uncle, if you don't leave, I'll die to show you!" ”

Looking at the young man in front of him who had no hesitation, Chen Zikun seemed to see Zhao Dahai back then, his eyes were hot, and he suddenly pointed behind him: "Be careful!" Taking advantage of Zhao Ziming's distraction, a hand knife slashed at his neck, and the person suddenly collapsed.

Chen Zikun carried Zhao Ziming on his back, trekking with difficulty, the mountain road is not as flat as the ground, even if he does not carry heavy loads, it is very difficult to walk, not to mention a man carrying a hundred and ten pounds, he walks very slowly, and the pursuers seem to sense that the prey is ahead, and they speed up their pace, and even hear the excited barking of the wolf dog.

There is a cliff ahead, and there is no road.

Chen Zikun closed his eyes, the sentence "The road to heaven and earth is endless" is really **, so many roads in the vast Daqing Mountains can let me walk out of a dead end, this is God wants to destroy me.

After thinking about it, even if he died, he had to pull a few pads, he put Zhao Ziming down, patted his face, and poured a little water on the kettle: "Ziming, wake up." ”

Zhao Ziming opened his eyes in a daze and rubbed his neck: "Uncle, why are you beating me?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, today we are both planted here, let's fight with Little Japan." After speaking, Chen Zikun buttoned up the wind and discipline button, put on his hat, and took out the two big-eyed pickers, two box guns, and a flower-mouth pickup on his body, and put bullets on the top.

Zhao Ziming concocted the same method, and also took out four pistols on his body, and the two of them planned to fight with the pursuers here.

As the pursuers drew closer, the Japanese noise could be heard clearly, the khaki Zhaowu-style military uniform loomed through the trees, and someone shouted in broken Chinese: "Surrender, you are surrounded." ”

"Vote for your mother!" Zhao Ziming flashed out from behind the trunk of the hidden tree, raised his gun and swept over, the power of the Mauser 1932 rapid-fire pistol was real, a string of bullets drilled into the dense forest, and a miserable scream was heard.

The Japanese troops quickly found cover and returned fire, and the two sides fired at each other in the jungle, the trees in the primeval forest were thick and the grass was luxuriant, only human voices were heard, and no human figures were heard, and the branches and leaves were beaten to the sky, but there were not many casualties.

The Japanese army entered the mountain lightly, without grenadiers and heavy machine guns, and the only heavy weapon was a crooked light machine gun, which took on the task of suppression, and the bullets strafed over, so that Zhao Ziming could not raise his head, and seven or eight Japanese soldiers took the opportunity to make a detour.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the grass and trees, Chen Zikun held two guns, fired continuously at close range, the sleeve of the big-eyed masturbation moved back and forth, and the hot bullet casings flew out one by one, the Japanese soldiers did not have time to pull the bolt, they were shot down one after another, and when they reacted, the other party had already shifted their positions.

But in this situation where there was no way out, the side with more people and more guns had the upper hand, the Japanese army had forty men, thirty-seven rifles, one light machine gun, each infantry carried one hundred and twenty rounds of ammunition, there were many obstacles in jungle warfare, and the penetration of rifles was far superior to that of pistols, and soon they realized this, and no longer were busy attacking, but lying on their backs and firing non-stop, slowly advancing.

Zhao Ziming first emptied the two box cannons, then took out the Wang Ba box, slammed two shots, and shouted at Chen Zikun's hiding place: "Uncle, there are no bullets." ”

Chen Zikun raised his hand and threw over a bullet bridge clip: "Save a little, it's the last clip." ”

Zhao Ziming smiled bitterly and pulled the bolt open, pressed the bullet in, and muttered: "How to save, more than 100 catties of horizontal and vertical are all explained here." Think about withdrawing a bullet and holding it in your hand, "Keep this one for yourself." ”

Chen Zikun ran out of bullets, he quickly dismantled the empty shell gun and threw it into the grass, and crawled towards Zhao Ziming, the two leaning together and panting.

"Uncle, I can't stand it."

"If you can't stand it, you will jump off the cliff."

Chen Zikun calmly took out the cigarette pouch, filled it with tobacco leaves and smoked it, and spent two days in the mountains and forests, the military uniform had already been torn off, and the collar badge had also fallen off, looking like an embarrassed defeated soldier, and he still had the demeanor of a dignified general.

As if aware of the enemy's running out of bullets, the Japanese approached from three sides, first cautiously, and then let go of their courage, and hideous faces appeared in the woods.

The second lieutenant who led the team slowly pulled out his saber, this pursuit battle made him lose more than a dozen subordinates, and the result was only two enemies, which couldn't help but make him angry, there was only one way to resist this stubborn Zhi Na people, which was to die and die.

Just as he was about to give the order to shoot, his head suddenly exploded, and blood and brains covered the trunk of a tree beside him, and the bullet came from behind.

The Japanese turned their guns and fired one after another, and when they could not see the target, they fired indiscriminately, and the branches and leaves flew sideways, and the vegetation and trees were damaged, but the bullets flew from the other direction, knocking the machine gunner to the ground.

Chen Zikun and Zhao Ziming glanced at each other tacitly, and both turned out from behind the big tree, pouring out the last bullets.

The Japanese army was attacked on both sides, and the formation was in chaos, and a Cao Chang shouted and tried to take over the command of the squad, but the sniper seemed to understand his intentions, and a shot flew in, and Cao Chang's head exploded.

A sturdy figure quickly rushed towards the edge of the cliff, Zhao Ziming raised his pistol vigilantly, and was held down by Chen Zikun: "It's your own person." ”

It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who came, his eyebrows and eyes were vaguely familiar, and he carried a black and shiny fire gun in his hand.

"Come with me!" The boy's tone was unmistakable.