Run, run with life!

After the old smoking gun rushed into the woods, these two feet were like stepping on Hot Wheels, and he could run at exactly the same speed whether it was uphill or downhill.

In the eyes of normal people, this is almost impossible, but for him who grew up in the mountains, this is normal, to put it bluntly, it is to accelerate when going uphill to consume physical strength, and slow down downhill to save physical strength, which has become his habit.

After a few scurrying, the old smoking gun climbed up the treetops along the vines, and when he looked down the mountain halfway up the mountain, he had already determined that there could be no one in ambush in the area he had passed. Then he jumped down from the tree and ran wildly through the mountains and forests to the other side of the mountain.

He didn't go up the mountain, and he didn't need to go up the mountain, and if anyone could see one side of the mountain from under the mountain, when the old smoking gun was sure that there was no trace of the enemy passing on one side, he could almost conclude that the gang was shooting the black gun from the other side of the mountain. Then, in the case that the way down the mountain is Xiaowangzhuang under the mountain, even if this group of Japanese wants to go, they have to withdraw from the other side of the mountain.

Therefore, not only did he not go up the mountain, but he also bypassed the mountain, and after reaching the other side of the mountain, he began to find the traces of this group of people.

He saw a grass that had been trampled on, and from this moment on, the old smoking gun was like a hunting dog, completely locking on the other party; In front of this grass, there are low dead branches that have been cut out of neat windows, and there are still dead branches and yellow leaves on the ground, which means that there were once people walking here with knives to make a way for those behind.

The old smoking gun continued to go up, and he found a few rabbit feces that had been trampled on, and the small round balls were trampled into small round cakes, and there was even a thread in front of him that did not belong to the mountains and forests at all, and it should have been someone's cuffs or collar that had been scraped open, and he had bitten it off and spit it to the side.

At that moment, the old smoker looked up at the top of the mountain, from where it would take him ten minutes to climb to the top of the mountain with the best view.

Draw the knife!

The old smoking gun casually cut off a dead branch, sharpened it with a dagger a few times, and then lay on the ground to compare his position. He remembered that the Japanese were all small in stature, so they dug a hole in the throat, buried the branches, and then blocked them with leaves, and then pressed the floating soil. So repeatedly, the old smoking gun was afraid that it would not be able to pierce the Japanese son, so he sharpened five or six wooden thorns and placed them side by side, which was reassuring.

When the trap was ready, the old smoker unloaded the hemp rope from his waist, tied it to the trees on both sides, and then plunged into the woods. He was still testing, testing the angle and space of a person rushing into the forest in a hurry, and when he finished this test, he reached out and cut the excess rope, continued to cut the branches, tied a knot in the forest that ordinary people could not understand, and ran into the woods with his pants.

Yes, the old smoker did not have a belt of trousers, and the object he used to tie his trousers was always a long rope, about the thickness of a little thumb.

Rubbing hemp rope is also his favorite thing to do, he can rub the hemp rope with the thickness of the thumb in other people's hands into a little thumb shape, and arrange every strand of hemp silk very finely.

"Captain!"

"The enemy is beginning to advance on our positions."

"They sent almost a company of troops."

"It takes eleven minutes!"

"Withdraw!"

More than a dozen Japanese wearing khaki military uniforms wore steel helmets and withdrew from the mountain, the guys in the hands of this group of Japanese are not normal, the rifle model old smoking gun has never been seen at all, and more importantly, they have more than one set of World War I very special vests outside the military uniform, these things have bullet bags and grenades hanging on the vests, which are completely different from ordinary Japanese soldiers.

When the old smoker saw this, he pulled out the single-barreled firecracker, and with a slight gesture, he shoved the guy back again, and with the distance he was hiding now, the firearm had no effect at all.

"Quick!"

"Evacuate quickly!"

Following the route of the Japanese, the old smoker glanced down the hill, and he saw a large bush, but the bush was not quite right, not the branches and leaves grew upward, but gathered together in a circle diagonally, as if to cover something. Wrong! The old smoker took a closer look at the withered yellow of the bushes, the leaves were larger than the leaves of the bushes, like other plants that had been picked up from somewhere......

On closer inspection, he saw tires in the bushes.

It's a cross bucket!

There are five or six earthy yellow cross-buckets hidden in a large bush, which makes it difficult to distinguish.

At this moment, the Japanese soldiers stepped over the ropes on the ground on the way down the mountain, until a Japanese soldier who was mixing garlic under his feet when he went down the mountain rubbed the ground and slowed down, and then stepped on the rope, and the whole person was strangled by the ankle of Shengzi and rushed forward.

Strike!

The creature was hitting the trap with his head, and a buried branch was right on the door of his head after he broke through the floating soil.

Click.

The branches broke in response, and the Japanese soldier clutched his head and shouted.

"There are traps! Captain, there's a trap here! ”

The old smoking gun is used to beating animals, he has forgotten how hard the human skull is, and he can only use what is convenient in a hurry, resulting in the selection of wooden thorns are too thin, and the height of little Japan is too short, when touching the ground, directly use the brain door to smash the wooden thorns, which caused the scene of the small half of the wooden thorns pierced on the brain and the person is still alive.

If he had more time, he would definitely find the thickest branch and sharpen the thorns, and he would definitely not give the Japanese a chance to survive.

The Japanese carefully peeled off the remaining floating soil, found several wooden thorns on the road, and turned into the woods.

He was very decisive, and without knowing how many traps lay ahead, he didn't take a single step forward, thanks to wooden thorns, if he had planted a mine, he would have to crash several times now.

"Detour!"

The Japanese carried the wounded into the jungle, and as soon as they got in, the Japanese soldier in charge of opening the way pulled out his short knife and began to swing the branches of the dwarf trees blocking the road. This thing is very annoying, you ignore it, it can scrape the eyes as soon as you walk it, and sometimes there are bacteria on this thing, and it will become inflamed at every turn, so the pathfinders who have been fighting in the jungle for a long time will carry a mountain and a knife on their bodies, which are specially used to open the way.

Swish.

The Japanese threw away the dead branches until he reached out and grabbed a branch tied to the rope, and the mountain and knife in his hand were habitually cut out, and he realized that the touch was wrong. But the blade left him time to think, and the branches and ropes broke at the same time.

The Japanese looked at the branch tied by the half-cut rope in his hand and was about to open his mouth, and his ears were full of the 'whoosh' sound of the rope moving, and then, he raised his head, and on the top of his head, a piece of stone the size of a washbasin, and at least thirty catties of stones fell from a towering ancient tree - pop!

Little Japanese took a picture of it on the spot......

"Don't move!"

The Japanese at the head gave a strict order, and everyone stood still, and at this time, the Japanese man was still able to keep his calm and said: "Carefully check everything around you, and remember, only look with your eyes, and don't touch anything with anything." ”

The old smoker couldn't understand what he was saying, so he knew that this group of Japanese people stood still as if they had been immobilized.

He pondered, these eight kings didn't move, did they have so many wooden thorns that were clicked in vain?

The old smoking gun took out the torch again, and he knew that he would never be able to hit the other party at his own distance, but he still did not hesitate to pull the trigger - tom!

In the vast mountains, the sound of firecrackers echoed, and the Japanese were like fried-up cats, bending over one by one to shoot headshots. The Japanese led by the Japanese hurriedly went behind the tree to hide from the bullets that they didn't know existed, but as soon as they stepped on the back of the tree, they felt that their feet were hanging in the air, and they didn't rush to pull it up.

"Yaga !!!"

He shouted at the waist of his neck, and when he lowered his head to look at the pit, he wanted to catch the trap and rush out with a machine gun for an hour.

The man was so damaged that he didn't put the wooden thorns at the bottom of the pit and put them on the soles of his feet, but stuck all the wooden thorns horizontally at the edge of the pit, and as soon as his feet entered, the spurs cut up the flesh and skin, and the bones were almost visible. In the blink of an eye, the blood on his leg spilled from his shoes.