When Nie Dahui saw Han Zhifeng again, he was also full of emotion. He kept hypnotizing himself, finding all kinds of reasons for himself, and he hoped that what he was doing was right. In order to find a way out for Jiutou Mountain. In order to let the brothers live a better life.

"Fourth, brothers on the mountain, are you okay?" Nie Dahui walked up to Han Zhifeng and asked in a low voice.

Han Zhifeng tilted his head to the side and ignored Nie Dahui. He didn't believe that Nie Dahui could change his mind. According to his idea, kill Nie Dahui directly, and then go back to the mountain, and fight the enemy together.

Ba Weihuang and Nie Dahui were talking in the woods, and Han Zhifeng was outside, in charge of guarding. He has been in good places and has long developed the habit of being cautious. He asked Song San, outside the woods, full of eyeliner. At the slightest disturbance, you can retreat immediately.

Now that the Japanese army is strong, there are still many spies, and if you go head-to-head with them, you will definitely suffer. Only by taking advantage of the topography of Jiutou Mountain and asking for help from the guerrillas of the New Fourth Army can we survive this crisis.

Han Zhifeng looked around vigilantly, but in his heart, there was always an ominous premonition. He only hoped that this matter would end soon. Even if you can't bring Nie Dahui back, it's better than staying here.

"Fourth master, something is wrong." Song San suddenly found Han Zhifeng and said worriedly. He felt that his surroundings seemed too quiet.

Nie Dahui can come, and he must have been approved by the Japanese or the spies. But now, the Japanese are eating, drinking, and having fun in Xiangfeng Village, and they seem to have forgotten that they are here to clean up. It's not normal at all, something must be wrong.

"I also feel that there is a problem, notify the second master, and hurry back to the mountain." Han Zhifeng decided not to wait. Who knows when Ba Weihuang and Nie Dahui can talk about it in the woods.

Sure enough, there was a bandit in the distance, stumbling and running in front of Han Zhifeng, he stumbled and fell to the ground: "Fourth master, it's not good, someone touched it." ”

"What are you afraid of, this is our territory." Han Zhifeng took out the gun and said in a cold voice.

"What about the Japanese army?" Song San asked.

"It's not moving, it's still in the village."

"It may be a spy of the Political Security Bureau." Song San glanced at Han Zhifeng and said.

"You go to block it for a while, and I'll go in and persuade the second master." Han Zhifeng said that in private, he usually calls Ba Weihuang a pug, but in front of outsiders, he is the second master.

"Bang bang!"

Han Zhifeng was about to walk into the woods when he suddenly heard two dull gunshots from inside. Han Zhifeng was shocked, and immediately quickened his pace and ran into the woods. While running, Han Zhifeng opened the safety of the shell gun.

"Nie Dahui, what did you do?" Han Zhifeng saw that Ba Weihuang had fallen to the ground. Nie Dahui, on the other hand, was holding a gun in his hand.

"Fourth, come with me, otherwise, everyone will be doomed." Nie Dahui pointed his gun at Han Zhifeng and said coldly.

Just now, Ba Weihuang wanted to persuade him to return to the mountain, but Nie Dahui had already persuaded Ba Weihuang to surrender to the Japanese, just like him. Nie Dahui thinks, isn't it just planting a Japanese plaster flag on the mountain? What's the big deal? If you find the right opportunity in the future, you can still do the devil.

Ba Weihuang was unmoved, he felt that Nie Dahui was too naïve. As long as you descend to the little devil, you will be a traitor for the rest of your life. Even if he died, he didn't have the face to see his ancestors. Besides, the Japanese do all kinds of evil, and if you follow them, you will have to bear a lifetime of infamy.

Ba Weihuang turned his head and persuaded Nie Dahui to go up the mountain. Zhu Jiahe personally told him that as long as Nie Dahui changed his mind, no matter what he did, he would not be guilty of the past.

Nie Dahui didn't want to go back to Jiutou Mountain, even if he wanted to go back, he had to be the master. The more the two talked, the more excited they became, and Nie Dahui was furious, took out his gun, and shot Ba Weihuang twice in the chest.

Where did Ba Weihuang think that Nie Dahui would turn his face when he said that he would turn his face. He clutched his chest, looking incredulous. This is his own sworn brother, and he can do it.

"Impossible!" Han Zhifeng had long been dead to Nie Dahui, and his gun and insurance had already been opened. Before the words fell, his body fell to the side and shot two shots at Nie Dahui.

The leader of Jiutou Mountain is proficient in eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and his marksmanship is also good. The birds in the sky, the hares running on the ground, all shots and shots, no misses. Although Han Zhifeng struck first, Nie Dahui had long been paying attention to Han Zhifeng's behavior.

When Han Zhifeng's body moved, Nie Dahui's fingers also pulled the bolt. Even if Han Zhifeng's body fell down, no matter how fast his speed was, he couldn't be faster than a bullet.

Nie Dahui and Han Zhifeng were shot almost at the same time, and both of them were very accurate in their marksmanship, and they hit each other's chests at the same time. Han Zhifeng struggled, half-sitting against the tree, blood gushing out of his mouth.

"Why are you doing this?" Han Zhifeng smiled miserably.

"No way, I'm in the interrogation room of the Political Security Bureau, I can't stand it, it's too painful." Nie Dahui smiled bitterly and said that no matter how much he regretted it, he took the first step and there was no turning back.

Song San heard the gunshots inside and ran in with people. However, when he saw the three people lying on the ground, he was frightened. These three are the masters of Jiutou Mountain. He stretched out his nostrils under the trio and probed for air. However, all three of them had lost their breath.

"Let's go, go back to the mountain." Song San roared, now, only by returning to the mountain can he feel safe.

"Third master, the spies are surrounding."

"Rush, fight your way out." Song San said that at this time, he could not hesitate. If you hesitate a little, you will never return to the mountain.

Song San is known as flying on the grass, and at critical moments, his speed has helped him make great contributions. Coupled with his familiarity with the surrounding terrain, he finally broke out of the encirclement of the action team. However, when he went down the mountain, there were more than a dozen people, and after returning to the mountain, he was the only one left. Including the brothers who were sent back in advance to report the news, only two of them came back alive.

The rest of the brothers, without thinking about it, know what the fate will be.

"What about the second, third, and fourth?" Zhu Jiahe shouted when he saw Song San's lost soul.

"Dead, all dead." Song San muttered that until now, he couldn't believe that all this was happening in front of his eyes.

"I don't believe it!" Zhu Jiahe slapped the table and roared.

"Big boss, this is what I saw with my own eyes. The Japanese have already arrived at the bottom of the mountain, so you can't be rash. Song San persuaded.

"Give the order to go down, move all the weapons in the warehouse, and beat his grandmother." Zhu Jiahe roared angrily.

The weapons and equipment of Jiutou Mountain can only be bought. Every bullet counts. Every gun needs to be exchanged for a life. In the past, when they were fighting, Zhu Jiahe regarded the things in the warehouse as treasures. This time, in order to avenge Ba Weihuang and Han Zhifeng, he will press the things at the bottom of the box and take out all the things.