The Japanese opened fire.

A cannonball exploded in the forest not far away, sending stones, dirt and broken branches flying in the air and falling at his feet.

Shi Yunbiao patted Xue Wuji's head, tied a circle of white silk around its neck, and then leaned down to whisper a few words in its ear. Snow Without a Trace looked up suspiciously, looking at its owner affectionately, refusing to move his steps. Shi Yunbiao patted Xue Wuji's head again, broke open its mouth, put a piece of jerky inside, and then shouted, "Go away!" ”

Xue Wuxian remained still, and spit out the jerky, staring at Shi Yunbiao as usual, and wagging his tail at the people around him as if asking for help. This highly intelligent beast, this immortal species, seems to have understood what is happening in front of it and what is going to happen. It has been through so much, it has seen human expressions more than once, and it is sensitively aware of the tragedy that is about to happen from the present tragic atmosphere with its rich experience of the vicissitudes of life. In the past, it was a witness and a fighter. Today, it seems that it has made up its mind to fight to the end with its master.

Shi Yunbiao was annoyed, gritted his teeth, Huo Di stood up, kicked Xue Wuxian buttocks hard—the foot was still hanging in the air, and then stopped again, and then patiently bent down again to whisper to it, laughing and talking to it.

But Xue Wuxian was not fooled. It knew that the mission given to it this time was fictional, it wanted to distract it, it wanted to get it out of this battlefield that was about to be bloody. It doesn't. It will never leave its comrades in arms in such a grim moment of character. Allowing Shi Yunbiao to push, shove and hold the gun again, it stubbornly bent its front paws, and used its hind claws to squeeze the ground tightly, and its empathetic head rubbed Shi Yunbiao's leg cord warmly.

Shi Yunbiao was finally moved by the loyalty and steadfastness of this animal. He stopped pushing it and grabbed it by the neck. However, this warmth only lasted for a few seconds, and Shi Yunbiao suddenly let go, picked up the pistol, and aimed it at Xue Wuji's head.

No timidity, no panic. Xue Wuxi's expression was calm and calm, and he straightened his front legs, and his eyes were as faint as two deep ancient wells. It seems to be saying: shoot, our last hour has come. Death at your hand, I willingly.

Shi Yunbiao's hand trembled at this moment. The barrel hung down weakly. All around, the sound of gunfire was like bursting fried beans, and the shouts of wahoo were like crows filling the woods. Shi Yunbiao finally nodded to Xue Wuxian, as if to say: Okay, I know you won't be a deserter. Okay, then let's fight the devil together.

Another shell exploded nearby, and the flying shrapnel split the small tree beside Shi Yunbiao in two.

Adjutant Yu screamed in surprise and pounced on Shi Yunbiao. Shi Yunbiao spread his legs, like two steel teeth, and bit down on the rock under his feet. He waved Adjutant Yu away, then smiled faintly and pulled out another object from his right pocket.

Adjutant Yu wiped his face, and in his confusion, he saw clearly that what was holding on to the group's hand was a fake eyeball made of jade. Shi Yunbiao fumbled for himself to stuff the fake eyeball into the empty eye socket, then touched the wind and discipline button, put on the military hat, dusted off the dirt on the military uniform, retracted his legs and straightened his waist, the single eye suddenly shone brightly, and shouted loudly-

"812 Heights - All Personnel - Assemble!"

Chen Mohan's heart beat suddenly.

The frontal offensive was no longer the previous bluff, and the enemy was really moving at this point.

Judging from the strength of the artillery sound, Chen Mohan judged that the enemy troops in the direction of Mapi had crossed the defense line of the 246th Regiment, and the 812 Heights were in danger. After briefly discussing the retreat plan with the commander of the second battalion, he personally led a company of arrows to the 812 heights and went to meet Shi Yunbiao.

Only crossed a mountain beam, Chen Mohan saw the earth-shattering scene of crying ghosts and gods - more than 30 people from the regiment headquarters had been fighting with the Japanese army. He saw the one-eyed colonel in the colonel's uniform, and he saw the broadsword that swirled and flew like lightning in the silver light of the flowers.

A sea of blood like a boiling ocean spread out in front of Chen Mohan's eyes, and the salty tide filled his chest, and at this time, the hustle and bustle of a whole world sank in front of his eyes. Everything is far away, everything is gone. He only saw a towering mountain top under a hundred thousand miles of clouds, and saw the awe-inspiring figure rising from the top of the mountains.

Shi Yunbiao threw away the broadsword with the blade and carried a machine gun from the pool of blood across the slope. A few blood flowers splashed Shi Yunbiao's tweed uniform, and it opened like a burning rose. The tongue of fire spit out by the machine gun was like a throbbing sword, sweeping into the distance like licking, and in this unusually enthusiastic licking, dozens of oriental bodies rolled down the hillside like eggplants...... Suddenly, a white light and shadow flashed in front of Chen Mohan's eyes, and this light was like an elf, rushing left and right, jumping up and down, and bravely pounced on the Japanese soldiers wearing yellow uniforms again and again. It was impossible to tell how much of the male's flesh it had torn apart, its noble fur was soaked in blood—it was snow without a trace.

Chen Mohan couldn't take care of the command team at this time, his nerves were uprooted by the shouting and killing sound not far away, and the hot blood was surging in his bones. Two bullets hit his left arm and right leg respectively, he staggered, but he couldn't bother to bandage it, he yelled at the company commander who followed him, and then pulled out the big knife from his back with a click, and dragged his injured leg to the 812 high ground with a scream in the spicy hot wind that swept past his ears.

Suddenly, Chen Mohan seemed to have been nailed by a nail.

He saw a bloody light spraying into the sky like a fresh rainbow bridge, the tide rose and evaporated in an instant, and Shi Yunbiao's right arm flew towards the ruined woods on the slope with this blood-red tide.

Chen Mohan looked at Shi Yunbiao dreamily, and saw that the body was like a heavy and shaking mountain, and the one-eyed one suddenly exploded, and the burst of broken foam flew into the blue sky of late autumn.

Shi Yunbiao bent down, picked up a three-foot-long broadsword, and then raised his bloody head, looking straight ahead with one eye. A burst of gunfire rushed over, splashing water on the military uniform on Shi Yunbiao's chest, his body shook back slightly, stood up straight for the last time, waved his only remaining left arm, shouted, his eyes cracked, and the big knife in his hand drew a smooth arc and flew out three feet away, and an Oriental officer who was stiffening there suddenly had a different head.

Only then did Shi Yunbiao fall. Shi Yunbiao collapsed in his own laughter. Forty years later, whenever he enters that state, Chen Mohan can still clearly hear the thunderous laughter......