The snow fell silently again, the forest was deep and the snow was thick, and the heavens and the earth were silent, and it seemed that all the sounds were muffled. Gao Zi's whole body was buried in the snow, he only felt that there was only the sound of his heartbeat around him, he was not afraid of the cold and not afraid of death, but this silence made him have a strong sense of unease, the guns and cannons were still roaring outside the forest just now, and the current dead silence was too abnormal. Master Huang said that he had set up a spell around the woods to temporarily resist the Japanese fire, but he could not stop the ninjas of the revival brigade for long. Gao Zi couldn't help but look ahead to the left, and the army was under that snowdrift.

Unlike Gao Zi, Dajun was very excited, he held a short knife in his hand, he was very confident, but whenever the slightest sound sounded, his short knife would pierce the opponent's heart in an instant. Among the guerrillas, there are only two people above him, the captain and the stone.

Suddenly, he felt that the snowflakes around him were floating, and when there was no wind in the dense forest, the snowflakes were originally floating out, but at this moment, a line suddenly formed in the oblique thorns. The whole body of the army tightened, and subconsciously rolled on the ground, and the short knife was swung out. There was a soft sound of "snort", and the short knife slashed through the air, and there was no expected collision, and the army was startled, and with strength in the waist and abdomen, it bounced up, and flashed to the back of a big tree.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his back, and suddenly his right arm was sore, and the army knew that he had been hit, and he didn't dare to turn back, and the short knife flew out and clinged to the trunk. But when he saw a string of red blood stains on the snow, he didn't know if it was on his own body or left by the enemy.

He clinged to the trunk of the tree, looking left and right, and the snowflakes were flying, and there was nothing unusual. The string of blood was instantly covered by the heavy snow. Only the hilt of the short knife was visible above the snow. It's as if nothing happened.

"Gaozi!" The army suddenly jumped in its heart, but did not dare to cry out, and when it looked sideways, it saw blood red gushing out of the snowdrift on the other side, and in a moment it was drowned in snowflakes. "Fuck you!" The army crawled over, and as soon as he touched his tentacles, his heart immediately became as cold as ice and snow, and Gao Zi's body had already stiffened.

The army was holding Gaozi's corpse in his arms, the wound on his back was bleeding non-stop, and tears came out of his eyes, but his vigilance was not lost, just when his heart was filled with grief and tears, he suddenly found a thin layer of straight marks on the snow in front of him. The army sat motionless on the snow and moved back a little, and suddenly swept out of his right leg, grabbed his short knife from Takako's hand, and threw it forward with all his might.

This is completely an instinctive reaction between life and death, after the army threw a knife, it immediately rolled out, and heard a soft sound in his ears, after he stabilized his body, he turned his head to look, only to see a faint figure in a snow mist. The shadow as pale white as snow only flickered and disappeared again. But on the snow, there were a few drops of blood that were unusually glaring. Apparently the ninja had been wounded by the swords of the Great Army.

The army put down Gao Zi's corpse and leaned over to chase after him, he had calmed down, knowing that with his own kung fu, he could still fight the other party. Suddenly, his shoulder put a palm on his shoulder, and there was a buzz in the army's brain, and his hands and feet were suddenly cold, and he turned his head slowly and mechanically, and his heart suddenly relaxed.

The person standing behind the army was Qin Xin, but at this moment, Qin Xin's shoulders, back, waist and abdomen were also scarred. Qin Xin's hand on the army's shoulder trembled uncontrollably, and he shook his head at the army, "Don't chase it!" ”

The army laughed miserably, "Qin Xin, it's you!" He didn't need to ask how the battle was going, Qin Xin's appearance already showed that the other brothers were defeated like him. I only heard Qin Xin say in a deep voice: "The situation has changed, it is difficult for the brothers to hold on any longer, and Political Commissar Ding wants us to gather together and not disperse the battle anymore." ”

The army scolded fiercely, "Fuck, I just want Lao Tzu to give up this life, and I have to die with the devil." He said this with hatred, but he didn't notice that Qin Xin's face was heavy and abnormal.

The twenty-three people of the Shancheng guerrillas gathered together in the depths of the woods, but among the twenty-three people, in addition to Cao Liang, there were four people including Gao Zi who died at the hands of the Japanese, and more than a dozen people were injured and wounded, and Captain Wang was also bloodstained, and the stone of the thirteenth Taibao was actually scratched on the back with a few knife marks.

But there are also two ninjas in the resuscitation brigade who were almost killed by him, Captain Wang and Qin Xin also seriously injured a ninja at the same time, both of them have experience in fighting ninjas, among which Captain Wang is the same as Shi, they are masters in the real sense, and their eyesight reaction and speed are first-class skills, unlike other guerrilla brothers, they are only fought in a hundred battles, not by hard training. It's easy for them to deal with ordinary martial artists, but against ninjas who are better at enduring ambushes and lurking than them, they are no opponents.

In Huang Qingyun's eyes, ninjutsu is certainly not worth mentioning compared to the Taoism of the Chinese Daomen, but both ninjutsu and ninja have surpassed the definition of martial arts in the eyes of ordinary people. Huang Qingyun is a descendant of Zhu You, Taoism and martial arts are superior, the mountains and trees of the cherry blossom flow and the Izashi Chiba of the Shinto religion are not comparable to his strange stabbing needle method, but he has studied in Japan, and knows that this recovery brigade is all composed of elite disciples from major schools and families in Japan, and this alone is not comparable to ordinary ninjas. Moreover, they were organized by the Japanese military department, and the purpose behind them was probably to target the Chinese Daomen. Huang Qingyun is on his own, and he knows that it is difficult to be sure of it.

Ding Keliang sighed, his mind was extremely chaotic, he didn't know how to speak, he looked at these brothers in the team, and finally made up his mind, "Brothers, you don't need me to say anything, in the battle just now, we are even worse, everyone is experienced in a hundred battles, countless escapes, I also know that the brothers are all men, but what we are facing is the devil's ninja, their recovery team, the devil's selection in their country, everyone has a strange ......"

Everyone couldn't help but fall silent, the word "alien art" was beyond their ability. No one spoke, the bodies of Gao Zi and several other team members were on the side, and everyone's bodies that had not fully recovered under Huang Qingyun's Zhu Youshu were all old injuries that had not healed at the moment, and new injuries had been added, and most of them were already injured when they couldn't see how the enemy attacked. At this time, even if he was unconvinced, he was speechless, after all, the facts were in front of him, and there were only a few of the mountain guerrillas left who could operate normally.