"Alright, alright, Mu Dun'er, he's dead." The mountain eagle waved at the team members behind him and asked them to continue searching, but he put away his big bow and gently stepped forward and squatted down to look at the shepherd boy with tears in his eyes.

The shepherd boy raised his head with teary eyes, and when he saw the mountain eagle, the tears in his eyes couldn't be stopped, and he cried, "Uncle, Da Hei was killed by the little devil." ”

Gently hugged the crying little wooden dun into his arms, and the mountain eagle comforted softly: "Mu Dun'er doesn't cry, Da Hei is good, worthy of being a sheep in Taihang Mountain, and can also help Mu Dun'er fight devils." ”

Shanying was so keen to observe, when he got closer, just by looking at the horns on the sheep's head still stuck in the buttocks of the Japanese corpse, he knew that this irascible ram that even he wanted to top at the beginning was definitely the biggest guarantee for Mu Dun'er to survive. Without its sharp horns, the mountain eagle knew that Mu Dun'er would never survive under the sword of a vicious Japanese criminal.

And the mountain eagle knows that Mu Dun'er's tears, in addition to the sadness of the black goat's death, are more fear. He stoned a man alive, even if it was an enemy. That's extremely cruel for a child.

War, which was supposed to make women and children go away. But in China, no. Now, all the people have gone into the army.

"Uncle, it's the credit of Da Hei to kill this little devil, is it good?" Mu Dun'er, who was buried in the chest of the mountain eagle and cried bitterly for a while, sobbed and asked the mountain eagle.

"It must be good, even if it's a sheep, as long as you kill devils, it's all good." Mountain Eagle replied without hesitation.

"So, can you stop my dad from eating it? It was Big Black who saved me and Little Black. Mu Dun'er's eyes flashed with hope.

Shanying couldn't help but smile, stretched out his hand to pick up the wooden pier, let him sit high on his shoulder, and then ordered in a loud voice: "Once the soil, go, dig a pit on the slope, bury the black sheep, and then set up a monument for it, and go to the sheep grave." ”

Zeng Tu and the other soldier were slightly stunned, but they still received the order. Sheep, although in their eyes are just food, but for the little shepherd boy, it is his companion and relatives, and the officers and soldiers of the independent regiment who raised three green wolves and a giant panda naturally understand this.

"Uncle does this, can it be done? When you completely defeat the little devils in the future, your big black tombstone will also write that here, all five Japanese criminals will be destroyed. Shanying asked Mu Dun'er with a smile on his face. And, Mu Dun'er, you're a little hero! You alone killed three little devils and injured two people, and according to the military regulations of our independent regiment, you can be awarded the medal of "bravery". ”

The reason why Shanying dares to say this is because, once through the analysis of footprints, the enemy who fled north was five people, and now, just a mile away from the mouth of Zhaojia Village, all five Japanese soldiers were killed, except for two who died under his arrow without resistance, the other three were all completed by a little shepherd boy and his sheep.

"Uncle, can I ask something?" The little shepherd boy who heard what medal he had won for "bravery" suddenly asked timidly.

"You say." Shanying nodded with a smile on his face.

After almost a whole day of pursuit, he finally killed all the elite of the devils who dared to lurk in the defense area, even if his mind was as calm as a mountain eagle, he couldn't help but smile a little.

"Well, can I exchange that medal of bravery for rice?" Mu Dun'er cautiously looked at Uncle Shanying, who was cold-hearted, and asked softly.

Shanying was slightly stunned, and then his face was solemn.

Mu Dun'er's face suddenly turned red, and she struggled to jump off the shoulder of the mountain eagle, tears rolling in her eyes, "Uncle, the jerky you left last time, the little sister is too young, and she still can't eat it。。。。。。 But I still want her to live! She didn't call her mother, nor did she call her brother! ”

"Mu Dun'er, I'm sorry, I didn't bring too many supplies last time because of the reconnaissance mission, so I can't help your family much, but this time, your medal is enough." A trace of guilt flashed on Shanying's face, and he turned his head and shouted: "Old Tan, Mingyuan, you two, go, collect all our jerky, no, and all the rice and dry food they brought with me, just say that I Shanying wanted, how many less will I return to the camp at night and return it twice." ”

Although the 9th Company of the 386th Brigade followed closely behind, although it was not as fast as the special forces, it basically reached the cornfield slope at this time, plus hundreds of mountain people with hunting guns, hoes and firewood knives, hundreds of people were watching the corpses of the four Japanese soldiers who were killed.

However, not many people took the initiative to go into the cornfield, and the tragic death of a few little devils showed the horror of the cornfield.

It didn't take long for two special forces to take the commander of the 9th Company and four soldiers with more than a dozen bulging dry rations.

"Brother Shanying, I heard that a little hero took the little devil into a trap and killed several of them, and even stoned one to death himself, my old Zhou Ke has to come and see our little hero." In the distance, Company Commander Zhou's loud voice sounded.

Mu Dun'er's tear-stained face was filled with brilliance. However, it's not because of the title of a little hero.

Instead, his eyes stayed on the dozen or so bulging dry food belts, as long as Uncle Shanying didn't lie to him, there was white rice in it, and he could make rice porridge for his little sister to live. This is the happiest thing about Mu Dun'er.

He did his duty as an elder brother.

"Oh, the little hero is here! However, I was still crying my nose just now! Shanying couldn't help laughing, and scraped his face, which was gray and covered with tears, like a small flower face.

For this little shepherd boy, the mountain eagle is loved from the heart.

This was the second time they had met, and he didn't expect that the stubborn and strong little boy in his previous impression would give him such a big surprise.

"Tsk, amazing, amazing, Lao Tzu has been a soldier for so many years, and he hasn't killed a little devil yet! You're good, little one, kill three or four at once. After a few circles around the bloody corpse of the Japanese criminal, Company Commander Zhou couldn't help but smack his tongue.

Overjoyed, he simply sat down beside the somewhat shy Mu Dun'er and patted his waist, "Little guy, tell Uncle how you did it, do you see?" This pistol is an authentic German-made pistol that I captured, and in a minute, it's yours. ”

The matter of food has been resolved, and Mu Dun'er's heart that he once suppressed is gone, and he has also returned to his true nature. Whether it is a man or a boy, they all like guns, and when they saw that this uncle was going to give a pistol, they were so happy that they danced with their hands, so they told themselves how they met the devil, and how they took the devil into the cornfield, and how they fought to the death with the devil, and finally killed the devil with a stone.

Hearing this, a few adults bared their teeth, and secretly shouted luck in their hearts. They are all experienced soldiers, and they don't know what the little devil has in mind, so they are obviously being chased in a hurry, and they are ready to go to the village to trouble the common people, so that they dare not shoot.

If they hadn't met this witty little shepherd boy, they would have really succeeded. And if they really use the old and young women and children as shields, coercing the people to run in the direction of Jingcheng, can they shoot?

Company Commander Zhou and Shan Ying quietly glanced at each other, and the answer was that they themselves didn't know. Even if they have trained their nerves enough in countless wars, they still can't give themselves an accurate answer if they are asked to shoot their siblings.

In fact, they themselves know very well that the answer has long been determined.

They are not generals, they are just soldiers, and they cannot count every living life.

If it weren't for Mu Dun'er, they would have failed this mission, and even dozens of villagers in Zhaojia Village would have been affected.

"Mu Dun'er, can you tell me, how did you conclude that they are Japanese devils?" Company Commander Zhou asked the key to this.

Regardless of how Mu Dun'er led them into the Jedi, the premise is that he must score points to distinguish that they are devils and not the rest of the national army. Not all national troops wear blue uniforms, but there are also yellow uniforms, such as the Gui army.

"That's what Uncle Shanying told me." Mu Dun'er replied.

Shanying was slightly stunned. He stayed at Mu Dun'er's house more than ten days ago, and talked to Xiao Mu Dun'er about his experience of fighting little devils in the Northeast, but he didn't say anything about Japanese military uniforms or Japanese characteristics, and told the little fart that this was useful? There is little difference in appearance between Japanese and Chinese.

"Hehe, Uncle Shanying told me that the little devil has some stinky problems, for example, he loves to be clean. And the guy who gave me this pee and spilled his hand, not only wiped it with leaves for a long time, but was already dying of thirst and used a little water to wash his hands, besides, Uncle Shanying also said that we Chinese soldiers are very poor, so there will be this thing for me? They, not Japanese little devils, who else could they be? Mu Dun'er proudly took out the toffee given by Miyamoto Chuan from his arms and showed off, and finally couldn't help but add: "Also, if it is our Chinese boss, it is either a little rabbit cub or a little brother, but no one calls me a child." ”

Everyone was stunned.

It turns out that what exposed them is too much to show off their wealth! Also, the title is also very important! Of course, the most important thing is not to love cleanliness too much.

"Haha, you little brain, uncle is convinced, these three points will be compiled into the manual in the future, so that the people can learn, don't be deceived by the little devil who lurks in disguise." Company Commander Zhou laughed, stretched out his hand and pulled out his pistol and threw it to Mu Dun'er. "This gun is yours, but there are only five bullets, you can save a little bit of fire."

Mu Dun'er happily took the gun and listened to the old Tan beside him explain to him that it was safe and how to load it.

Over there, Governor Zhou Da looked at Shan Ying with a cheeky face, "Brother Shan Ying, look at the distribution of the spoils this time。。。。。。 Your Independent Regiment Reconnaissance Brigade has made great efforts, or all the guns, ammunition, helmets, and leather boots will be yours, and our 9th Company will only need that field radio station that is about to fall apart, you see。。。。。 ”

Shanying couldn't help but smile slightly, this idea is really not bad! No wonder the regimental commander went to the 386 Brigade Headquarters and was beaten by the autumn wind and lost a lot of weight! The upward and downward effects are no different.

"The brothers of the 9th Company should be the first to go out this time, and all the spoils of war will belong to the 9th Company. However, there is one thing I have to discuss with Company Commander Zhou. The mountain eagle looked at the wooden mound that was fiddling with guns with great interest, and had an idea.

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