Anti-Japanese sniper action

Chapter 501 I'm Late
Wang Zhong didn't have much energy to spare, but now he was kicked by Feilong and rolled backwards a few times.

"Ba Ga! Catch him." Fat Long saw that Wang Zhong was about to roll to the edge of the cliff, his expression changed immediately, and he shouted at the devils nearby.

He didn't make a move just now, but he observed that Wang Zhong should be the leader of those Chinese soldiers, so he wanted to capture him alive.

Unexpectedly, seeing that the other party was about to fall down the foot of the mountain, he screamed.

However, because those devils saw Feilong going into battle in person, they automatically moved aside. They were just watching the show, so they didn't react.

When the devil squad leader woke up, Wang Zhong couldn't grasp it with both hands, and fell down the mountain all at once.

Feilong hurried over, only to see Wang Zhong lying motionless on the ground at the foot of the mountain about tens of meters away.

"Damn it." Fei Long couldn't help cursing angrily.

"Captain Fat Long, do you want to go down and arrest that Chinese soldier?" Captain Guizi leaned over with a flattering expression.

"Tell me, if you fell from such a high place and got stabbed a few times, can you still live? Fat Dragon immediately gave him a dissatisfied look as if he was looking at an idiot.

"That's it..." Captain Guizi immediately scratched his head, then shook his head and smiled embarrassingly.

Feilong ignored the other party, and then squinted his eyes to sense the movement of Mu Mingcun and others on the other side.

After a while, he opened his eyes and shouted, "Let's go and chase those Chinese soldiers."

As he said that, he ignored the corpses of his companions on the ground and ran down the mountain first.

The devil squad leader saw it, so he had to order the other dozen soldiers to follow.
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At this time, Zhao Zilong was still being chased by Wu Ren.

He didn't dare to stay, and he didn't fight back.Because he knew that the devil's sniper was very powerful, if he stopped to shoot at the opponent, it might not be fast enough for the opponent.

One is that Zhao Zilong's arm is injured, and the other is that the devil's sniper rifle is superior to that of Sanba Dagai, and the performance is far different.

Of course, there is another reason, that is, Zhao Zilong wants to draw the other party away from Wang Zhong and others.

Relying on his abundant physical strength and sensory ability, he ran all kinds of bullet tactics without being locked by the opponent.

In the end, Zhao Zilong led Wu Ren to run for more than an hour. After a distance of more than ten kilometers, he saw that it was beyond his sensing range, so he suddenly exerted force and threw the opponent away.

Afterwards, he sneaked around another mountain and ran back from the other side of the mountain road.

However, when Zhao Zilong walked halfway, he found that there were many corpses in front of the road, and he couldn't help being shocked.

He quickly took a closer look, and when he saw the corpses of devils, he felt even more worried.

He guessed that the national army such as Wang Zhong and those guerrillas had fought against the devils.

According to the situation at the scene, he judged that those devils had been chasing everyone.

Along the mountain road, Zhao Zilong searched for the past.

When he came to the top of a mountain, he found that there were not only the corpses of devils, but also several very familiar brothers from the national army.

For a moment, Zhao Zilong panicked.

He didn't know what happened here, he had already distracted Wu Ren and the others, how could he...Suddenly, he saw Gao Yang's body.

Even though Gao Yang had many wounds and uncoagulated blood all over his body, Zhao Zilong still recognized him.

"Platoon leader Gao, platoon leader Gao, what's wrong with you? Can you hear me?"

Zhao Zilong rushed forward at once, picked up Gao Yang's body, and kept shouting.

However, no matter how he yelled, all he got was silence without any response.

"Platoon Leader Gao, brothers, please go away. I, Zhao Zilong, swear that the devil will repay you ten times."

Seeing that his brother who lived and died with him was killed by the devil, Zhao Zilong was filled with grief and indignation.

Suddenly, he frowned and immediately looked around.

It was found that there were only traces of the battle here, and there were some footprints on a mountain road that had gone far away.

"Where's Wang Zhong? Where's Xiaoling? Where's Lang Tie and the others?" Zhao Zilong frowned, and immediately squinted his eyes in response.

There was no movement nearby, and he expanded the range again, only to find that a group of people was chasing another group of people four or five kilometers away.

No need to guess, the devil must be chasing Li Xiaoling and the others.

Zhao Zilong didn't care about cleaning up the corpses of Gao Yang and the others, he simply dragged them aside, turned around and ran away.

He wanted to support Li Xiaoling and the others.

However, when he accidentally glanced at the foot of the mountain, he suddenly stopped, as if his heart was pressed by a big rock, and he couldn't breathe.

Because, he saw at the foot of the mountain, lying there was a person that he would never be able to recognize in his life—Wang Zhong.

"Brother Wang!" Zhao Zilong couldn't believe his eyes, and he didn't want to believe it. He couldn't help but shouted, but the other party didn't respond.

He quickly ran down the other side of the mountain.

When he saw that Wang Zhong's eyes were tightly closed, he wiped them vigorously, and looked carefully again, but in his heart he hoped that he was wrong.

However, the fact is that cruel.

Lying on the ground, it was still Wang Zhong who had always regarded him as his biological brother.

"Brother Wang, Brother Wang, I'm late." Zhao Zilong helped Wang Zhong up, his eyes wet.

Who said that a man doesn't flick his tears easily, but he hasn't reached the point of sadness.

Zhao Zilong is an assassin, with a cold and ruthless disposition, but since traveling to this era, he met a group of loyal and courageous national soldiers, which made his personality change involuntarily.

"Brother...brother...brother..."

Suddenly, Wang Zhong's weak voice sounded in Zhao Zilong's ear.

Zhao Zilong was startled suddenly, turned his head to look, and saw Wang Zhong reluctantly opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

"Brother Wang, what do you want to say?" Zhao Zilong lowered his head and asked quickly.

I saw Wang Zhong struggling to make a smile, and said: "Brother...brother, don't blame yourself...don't feel guilty, promise me...do two things for elder brother."

"Say, you say." Zhao Zilong endured his grief and nodded repeatedly.

"You have to... quickly rescue... the other brothers from the national army. The second is... to take care of the elder brother, family, I can't go back... to reunite with them, you help me, they... say sorry. My home address is ..."

"Okay, I agree. Brother Wang, don't say it first, keep your breath and hold on."

Zhao Zilong saw that Wang Zhong could still speak so much, and immediately stopped him from continuing to speak.

"Brother Wang, stop talking, you will definitely be able to go home. Now I will help you check and bandage the wound." Zhao Zilong was suddenly pleasantly surprised, and quickly put Wang Zhongping on the ground, tearing off the other's clothes.

Zhao Zilong heaved a sigh of relief when he found that although Wang Zhong had multiple stab wounds and fractures, he was not fatally injured.

"Brother Wang, wait for me, don't sleep, I'll find medicine for you." Zhao Zilong repeatedly urged.

He immediately found some herbs nearby to help the other party stop bleeding and bandage.

After the quick processing, Wang Zhong was fed a few more sips of water, and the other party's spirit recovered a bit.

The next thing is to go to Li Xiaoling, but Zhao Zilong is a little hesitant.

(End of this chapter)