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Chapter 21 The Guerrillas Will Not Leave Any Brothers Behind

Wang Dahao stared at the big eyeballs, turned his head to look, and then noticed that Zhang San was sitting in a mud puddle at a distance of more than ten steps in front of him, leaning on an old tree, stretched in the mud The little face grinned and grinned, with a painful expression on his face, holding a bastard box in one hand, shooting at the little devil down the hillside, and covering his thigh with the other hand, blood poured out...

Wang Dahao swayed with a big plaid cat waist, holding the bastard box in his hand, and continuously pulled the trigger with his fingers to shoot at the little devil, while the other side grinned and yelled...

"Brothers cover the cover, let me beat the little devil to death..."

"Da da da…"

A dozen or so members of the guerrilla team behind them pulled out hand grenades one by one from the waistband of their trousers, held a gun barrel in one hand, and swung the grenade in the other hand, opening their mouths wide and biting their teeth. The grenade safety catch was pulled hard, and then he swung his big arms, holding grenades one by one in the palm of his hand, and threw them down the hillside with the wind...

Dozens of little devils at the foot of the hill were bowing their waists, holding guns in both hands, stepping on their short legs with their legs crossed, stepping on the mud and shooting after them. Seeing the grenade falling from mid-air, it exploded instantly when it smashed into the mud under your feet, and the muffled sound of thunder and thunder echoed in the mountain forest...

"Bang bang..."

"Boom..."

The mud and soil on the ground exploded and splashed everywhere, being lifted several meters high, and the figures of little devils collapsed several meters high, and fell heavily from the midair...

"Bang bang..."

Seventeen or eighteen grenades fell from mid-air, forming a bombing area. The black forest was full of flames, the dry grass and trees were all scorched and burned, and a group of sparrows flew up on the treetops...

"Swish, swish..."

The little devil was blown off his arms and legs, howling in pain...

"Ah..."

The grenade had just blown up a group of little devils, and then another wave of little devils rushed up from the hillside, all of them hunched over their waists and held guns in their hands, with their big hips twitched and their short legs striding forward, swaying here and there The little body was stepping on the mud, surrounded by half-meter-deep bomb mud pits, and billowing black smoke was billowing out, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. The devils rushed up the hillside and fired at the same time...

"Da da da…"

A dozen or so members of the guerrilla team on the hillside hid behind old trees, poked out a small head, held the gun with both hands and pulled the trigger continuously, and one after another the bullet casings fell from the top of the gun. The dozen or so little devils who came up were hit by the gun and shook their small bodies a few times, and fell directly into the mud pit with their heads on their heads...

Wang Dahao swayed to the east and west, stepped on the mud, and rushed to Zhang San in a few strides, panting and grinning and shouting...

"Your boy is dying..."

Covered in black mud, Zhang San was leaning against the root of the tree, grinning his teeth and sitting slumped in the mud pit, holding a grenade tightly in his hand, staring at his small round eyes. With an excited expression on her little face, she twitched her little nose and shouted heavily...

"Captain, I can't go anymore, don't worry about me leading the brothers to retreat quickly..."

Wang Dahao stared at the big eyeballs, grinned and gasped, shouted and cursed in a loud voice...

"Fucking Zhang San! The Eighth Route Guerrilla has never left behind a wounded soldier. You kid wants me to make a mistake and get shot. If I can't leave, I will carry you away. As long as my king is alive, I don't fall down!" Under the gunpoint of the little devil, he must bring every brother in the guerrillas back to the anti-Japanese base area. At this time, the mission of Captain Laozi..."

Wang Dahao yelled loudly and waved his hands, opened his mouth and teeth to bite the bastard's box, freed his hands and rolled up his sleeves, bent over and pouted his buttocks, a pair of big palms grabbed Zhang San's shoulders and waistband, stared at his eyes and gritted his teeth As soon as he opened his mouth, he directly lifted Zhang San's body and carried it on his shoulders, and then took off the Wang box from his mouth. On the one hand, he shot at the little devil down the hillside, and on the other hand, he turned around and carried Zhang San. Come to the guerrilla brethren...

"Da da da…"

Zhang San was so excited that his little nose twitched, tears rolled in his eyes, his little body swayed back and forth on Wang Dahao's shoulders, grinning and shouting hoarsely...

"Captain, put me down quickly, and quickly lead the brothers to retreat. If I am here, the brothers will be dragged down. Captain, let me go..."

Wang Dahao stared at his big eyes, waved his big palm in anger, and slapped Zhang San on the buttocks, grinned and shouted angrily...

"San Zhang, you're a fucking loser, why are you talking so much nonsense? I told you that the Eighth Route Guerrilla Team would never leave any brother behind. I'll just beat you on your ass when the girls are moaning..."

"team leader…"

Wang Dahao swayed roughly, carried Zhang San on his shoulders, and led a dozen or so guerrillas to retreat into the deep mountains while shooting. Seeing that the little devils on the hillside were fighting more and more firepower points, the little devils were very strong in team fighting , Some were under the fire suppressing and covering the hillside, holding guns in their hands and shooting towards the hillside, one after another, the little devils bowed their waists and stepped on their short legs, rushing up while the fire was suppressing...

"Da da da…"

Wang Dahao led the guerrilla brothers and fired continuously, knocking down one after another of the little devils, and the more the little devils fought, the more the firepower became more and more fierce...

"Da da da…"

Wang Dahao stared at the big eyes and grinned, seeing the brothers beside him, one by one, fell into the mud and sacrificed, his heart hurt like a knife, his head came to his senses amidst the bursts of gunshots, and fought This is not the way to fight. If you can’t get rid of the little devil, you will be dragged back. When you get close, the guerrilla brothers will be finished. You can’t go on like this. There are more and more teams supported by the little devil. Maybe a few people will gather at the foot of the mountain now. Hundreds, or thousands of little devils...

On the one hand, Wang Dahao shot at the devils, and on the other hand, he carried Zhang San and took a few strides. He came to Li Erdan's side, put Zhang San off his shoulders, stretched his neck and shouted loudly. …

"Li Erdan, you take five or six brothers, carry Zhang San and take the second devil's orderly, and retreat with the injured brother first, and I take the rest of the brothers to cover..."

"Captain, take the brothers to retreat first, and the brothers and I will cover..."

"Damn Li Erdan, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you now, hurry up and take the injured brothers back, this is my order..."

"team leader…"

"Li Erdan takes good care of the injured brothers, and must take the brothers back to the anti-Japanese base area. You boy, let me remember that the Eighth Route Guerrilla will not leave any injured brothers behind..."

"team leader…"

"You kid, take the brothers away! If you don't leave, I will kill you..."

(End of this chapter)