Bring a system to fight against Japan

Chapter 379
Wang Dahao carried Yu Chenlu on his shoulders, the knife wound on the left side of his waist was bleeding straight out, he gritted his teeth and supported his body, and walked at a running pace, leading the guard group to survive a hundred soldiers, across a whole field, to the people Withdrew in the mountains and forests in the distance, Japanese and puppet soldiers followed closely behind and shot in pursuit, crackling and shooting bullets flying across...

"Da da da..." Swish flying bullets, bang bang piercing through the body bursting with blood, one after another swayed as they ran, and fell forward and backward one after another.

Kazuhiro Takeda held his saber high in his hand, and sped up his short-legged, sprinting pace. His short, swaying figure followed closely behind the team, yelling for instructions...

"Give me the press..." The Japanese and puppet soldiers chased the crowd, their figures swayed here and there, and when they ran past in a messy pace, they rolled up a layer of dust on the ground. Entering the mountains and forests, the enemy and our teams started a long pursuit, swishing and flying bullets back and forth, hitting old trees one by one, and the bang bang bang sounded in the ears, one after another, the figures leaned forward and backward, plop plop He was knocked down to the ground one after another.

Wang Dahao swayed his figure while running, panting and stopped slowly, leaned his back on the tree to cheer up, put Yu Chenlu off his shoulders lightly, grinned and bared his teeth, enduring the pain and shouted: "Zheng Tuan You lead a team to escort Miss Yu, and I lead another team to stop the enemy."

"Sir, if you want to stay and block, I have to lead the team to stay. Sir, you lead the team to escort Miss Yu, go quickly."

"Damn, I really can't walk anymore, Miss Yu will leave it to you, and you must escort her there safely."

"Sir..."

"Don't be a bitch, boy, take her away quickly, this is the last order I gave you, hurry up..."

Zheng Wenguo ran over anxiously, put Yu Chenlu on his back and shouted: "Sir, wait for me to bring the troops back to meet you."

Wang Dahao grinned and nodded, "Hurry up."

Zheng Wenguo gritted his teeth, turned around and shouted: "You guys follow me, and the remaining brothers stay to protect the chief."

"Yes…"

Wang Dahao leaned on the tree with his back tightly, his palm tightly covering the incision on his waist, blood dripped down the cracks between his fingers, there was a crackling sound in his ears, his vision began to blur, and he waved his palm to take a picture. With his face on his face, he slapped several times vigorously, forcing himself to wake up. As he looked into the distance, Zheng Wenguo, carrying Yu Chenlu's thin figure on his back, led a few soldiers running and bumping, and disappeared into the mountain. In the middle of the woods, he bent down to pick up the submachine gun from the ground, turned around, pointed the gun at the Japanese and puppet soldiers, rushed towards the crowd, fired back and forth from left to right, and shouted: "Brothers, hold on and beat me hard."

"Da da da..." A series of crackling bullets swished and flew towards the head and chest of the puppet soldiers. Bullets thumped and passed through the body, and blood flowed from the chest, back and back. Followed by a running figure, he fell forward and backward one after another.

"Boom..." Grenades were thrown out from behind the tree, and fell around the feet of the enemy's charging team, instantly exploding balls of flames, and the ground kicked up mud and smoke, scorching figures one by one. It collapsed and was covered by scattered soil.

The Japanese and puppet soldiers were blasted to the point that their arms and legs were broken, and they fell to the ground and rolled over, howling in pain...

"Ah..."

Takeda Kazuhiro's short, fat and fleshy figure stood in the middle of the crowd, holding a saber in his hand and gesticulating back and forth to direct the battle...

"Give me the press..." The Japanese and puppet follow-up reinforcements came to the soldiers, densely swaying and running, rushing through old trees and shooting, flying bullets knocked down the next soldier to sacrifice, Wang Dahao's hands With a submachine gun in his hand, he threw all the bullets in the magazine and threw it on the ground, pulled out the heavy machete, and shouted anxiously, "Brothers, fight with the little devils."

"Come on..." A hundred or so soldiers, some holding guns and bayonets, some pulling out long sabers and daggers, yelled and rushed towards the figure with the sound of charging, rushing into the crowd of Japanese and puppets, and started hand-to-hand combat .

When Fang Ming led the guerrillas to run forward, he heard fierce gunshots from the forest. He stopped the running crowd and turned around to rush to help.

Wang Dahao held the handle of the knife firmly in his palm, and slashed back and forth, up and down, left and right, clanging on the helmet of the little devil's head, bursting into sparks, cutting into the devil's body one after another, and spattering blood one after another. Flowing down one after another, Qiao Hei's face was stained with blood, and it flowed down.

"Brothers, kill..."

A hundred or so soldiers of the guard regiment were surrounded by the enemy layer by layer, and the sound of knives and knives rang in the ears, and the Japanese and puppet soldiers were thrown down one by one, and some bayonets were broken on the little devil's chest. Inside, a soldier fell to the enemy's bayonet and died...

"kill…"

Wang Dahao swayed from side to side with his bloody figure, like a mad old cow, rampaging through the crowd of Japanese and puppet soldiers. Seeing the brothers beside him fall down one after another, he hurriedly threw his face away from his arms and kept waving his hands. The machete was pulled out one by one on the devil's head and neck, and the blood gushed out instantly, knocking down one enemy after another, shouting loudly...

"Kill..." Every soldier Qiao Hei's face was covered with blood, dripping down, his hands kept turning his guns and bayonets to kill Red Eye, stepping on corpses under his feet, he rushed out of the encirclement and rushed to Kazuhiro Takeda A few meters away.

Wang Dahao gritted his teeth and used his last strength to throw the machete in his hand. This side of Takeda Kazuhiro held the saber in his forehand, stretched out his short and thick neck, and when he shouted for command, he watched it fall from the top of his head. , The crescent-shaped broadsword collapsed into jagged teeth, and was cutting on his forehead. Blood flowed down Qiao Hei's face. He grinned, bared his teeth, leaned forward, and fell to the ground.

Wang Dahao's vision began to blur in front of him, and he fell back on the ground due to exhaustion.The dozen or so soldiers who survived shouted one after another: "Sir..." Immediately after, a group of blood figures surrounded him, blocking his body and fighting the enemy in a circle.

"Da da da…"

The guerrilla hula-la-la-la-la crowd, densely swaying, passed through old trees, rushed over with running and bumping guns, and shot the bullets shot with bang bang, bleeding through the body, one followed A figure leaning forward and backward was knocked down one after another.

The Japanese and puppet soldiers quickly turned their heads, and the hula-la crowd retreated out of the mountains and forests. Li Erdan held the light machine gun barrel in both hands, fired bursts and bursts of fire while running, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, follow me! "

"rush…"

(End of this chapter)