Mu Dun'er's real surname is Zhao, and the village where he is located is called Zhaojia Village, which is indeed not far from this ridge, only three miles away.

However, just like Miyamoto Kawa and the troubles, Zhaojia Village is also on a cliff, with only an extremely rugged path down the mountain.

In fact, the ancestors of the mountain people chose to build their villages on these inaccessible mountain cliffs for a very simple reason, but the Taihang Mountain is steep but the top of the mountain is mostly flat, and there is water, which is enough to ensure the most basic living needs. And the road into the village is just that, which can prevent both wild beasts and mountain bandits, which is definitely a good place.

As for the crops that need to be planted, the mountain roads up and down hundreds of meters or even kilometers are not a problem for the mountain people who are used to it.

Even a seven- or eight-year-old child like Mu Dun'er, because the grass on this ridge was more abundant, drove his beloved two sheep up and down the mountain for a full hour to come to this area to shepherd.

Along the way, Miyamoto Kawawa couldn't be more satisfied with this stupid Chinese kid, but with just a few toffees, he got all the information about the upcoming arrival in the small Chinese mountain village.

Zhaojia Village is very small, with a total of dozens of people in a dozen households, and the elderly and children account for more than half of them, and the young and middle-aged men are either conscripted as civilian husbands to build fortifications for the Chinese army, or they go out to the mountains to hunt to get rations for the family.

It can be said that this kind of protection is really beneficial for Miyamoto Kawa and the five people, who descended the ridge and entered this halfway slope and used the remnants of corn stalks to block their figures, and they could use those women and children as their shields without even making any effort.

Miyamoto Kawawa even dared to guarantee that those cowardly Chinese soldiers would not dare to shoot. Just like they were in the northeast, in order to hunt down the die-hard Shina who dared to oppose the Imperial Army, they tied up all the Shina people in the mountain village who dared to provide them with supplies, and killed them one by one under the mountain, killing one every twenty minutes, and when the tenth was killed, the heart of a Chinese baby was singled out and swallowed by the somewhat perverted Kurokawa Yu, the Shina rebels hiding in the mountains finally couldn't help it.

They frantically rushed to the small mountain village, shooting desperately, trying to save their people with their own lives. Unfortunately, the stupid Chinese did not know that there were at least four machine guns waiting for them in front of them.

Although Miyamoto Kawawa personally watched the Shina rebels of no more than twenty people trembling in the tongues of fire spit out by the four light machine guns, he still stubbornly charged forward and fell, and even crawled forward painfully and hard, and did not feel much pleasure, but he completed the military order.

After all, the Japanese ninja who has undergone the most rigorous martial arts training still did not personally send the remaining dozens of villagers into the abyss of death with machine guns like Ensign Kurokawa, who had died in front of the Chinese position in the early morning, but being able to bury their sins like this may make the so-called guilt a little less!

And now, he needs these lowly Shina villagers again, not to kill more lowly but unwilling to give in, but to use them to force the Shina soldiers not to shoot to save himself. This somewhat made Miyamoto Kawa and the second lieutenant, who were born in a small aristocracy, feel a little ashamed.

The only thing that can bury one's shame is death. The lowly Shinas who had been exploited were all killed.

Miyamoto Kawawa looked at Mu Dun'er, who was driving his beloved two black sheep to lead the way in front, and a trace of murder flashed in his eyes. This little Chinese boy can't stay.

Damn, this dirty and stupid Chinese boy had been with the noble Imperial nobles a quarter of an hour earlier, and in order to match the Chinese naughty, he had to pee farther from the cliff to see who could pee farther. What's more, he actually lost.

The little Chinese boy obviously knows this well, and the bright urine column urinates far away with the wind, but he holds back for a while because of shame before urinating out, and the mountain wind suddenly turns, and he is caught off guard, and the urine is dirty not to mention his pants and shoes, and he even wets his hands.

Amid the happy laughter of the filthy and hateful little Chinese boy, the imperial nobleman had to dry his hands with leaves in disgust, and then had to wash his hands a little with the last few mouthfuls of precious water from his companion's empty kettle.

As long as he gets out of this damn Chinese mountain, he will be the first to kill the little boy who insulted the nobles of the empire with a knife.

"Uncle, the big black and the little black haven't eaten enough, let them eat some more grass!" Mu Dun'er raised his eyes to look at a long meadow in the distance of the slope, and turned his head a little woodenly to Miyamoto Kawawa, who had lost the fierce light in his eyes.

"Child, there are so many things, let your sheep graze, you take us to the village." A somewhat impatient Japanese soldier roared violently.

The exhaustion of the body, the symptoms of imminent dehydration, and more importantly, the anxiety of the hundreds of pursuers behind him, had already made this well-trained Japanese soldier a little out of control.

He only wanted to drink clear water now, and then, with the idea of Ensign Miyamoto, use the Chinese as a shield to protect his safety, and then, leave this damn Shina Mountain. He was almost dead in the mountains of China.

The mountains in the northeast of China are much better than here, at least they don't have to go up and down so frequently.

Mu Dun'er's little face suddenly turned pale, and tears flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, the seven or eight-year-old boy is not used to why the old uncle, who was still kind just now, suddenly became so fierce, and he couldn't even go to graze with two sheep.

"Shut up." Miyamoto Kawawa glared at his subordinates angrily. Turning his head, a smile appeared on his face, and then he took out two toffees and stuffed them into Mu Dun'er's dirty little hands. "Mu Dun'er, this grumpy uncle, you see that the uncles still have military affairs in their bodies and can't be delayed for too long, you let your sheep graze by themselves, you take us into the village first, and then you can take them home, okay?"

Not to mention, Miyamoto Kawakazu's northern dialect is very authentic.

"Humph! Second, it is not rubbing. Mu Dun'er is a little too pedestrian, straightforward and doesn't know how to hide his little temper, and he turned his head and threw away a local dialect of Jindong.

Although I didn't understand it too well, a few Japanese soldiers could still understand the word "Leng". I almost didn't break my belly in anger, and my face turned green.

A few elite members of the Imperial Japanese Army, who were killing people on the land of China, were scolded by a stupid Chinese boy.

Yaga's, where is Amaterasu.

"I ninja" Miyamoto Kawawa silently recited the word ninja that appeared most on the training ground, acting like a ninja in particular.

The so-called Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, I guess that's how they appeared!

That's right, the second is not stunned, in Jindong, it means stupid.

Mu Dun'er said that about them, and he was not wrong at all.

Because, when Mu Dun'er drove his beloved sheep to the green grass a hundred meters away, they collectively felt that they were really stupid to go home.

There is a saying in China that "a thirty-year-old woman falls into a child", which means that she did things smoothly and made mistakes that should never be made.

None of them expected that the five most elite imperial warriors of the 20th Division and even the entire Chinese Dispatch Army would be deceived by a little boy.

Deceived from beginning to end.

That little boy was stupid and a little liar.

"Uncle, you are Japanese devils!" Mu Dun'er, who had already run 100 meters away but did not let his black sheep graze, but kicked them with his feet and ventured up a steep slope of 80 degrees to continue running, suddenly shouted in a very loud voice to the five Japanese soldiers who were patiently waiting in place to show that they were Uncle Kind.

"Yaga!" Miyamoto Kawawa's head buzzed, and there was a feeling of dizziness.

He was sure that this was a child who had never been out of a mountain village, and he would never tell the difference between the imperial army uniform and the Chinese military uniform. And just now, he spoke with a northern Chinese accent that made him feel that he was from northern China, and he would definitely not show any flaws.

And even if those military-supplied toffee had colorful Japanese characters, he didn't believe that the little Chinese boy who couldn't even write Chinese characters would be strong enough to know Japanese characters.

How did he know that he was Japanese?

"Little brother, don't be kidding, how can we be Japanese devils, we are the Northeast Army, General Feng's subordinates." Miyamoto Kawawa still tried to keep his smile and replied loudly.

In fact, his footsteps have already begun to move towards the wooden pier.

Although he didn't want to believe it, the Japanese second lieutenant still had to admit bitterly that the Chinese children still found out their identities, although he still didn't know where to show their feet.

However, the cunning Chinese boy thinks that it is safe to leave this more than 100 meters, it is too naïve, this distance of 100 meters, he only needs to exert force, it will not take ten seconds to catch him, even if he does not dare to use a gun.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, it undoubtedly pointed out the target to the Chinese who were still chasing them behind them.

"Yaga! I'm going to get him. The impatient Japanese soldier strode towards the wooden pier.

Then, only to hear a loud bang.

Miyamoto Kawa and the second lieutenant's faces turned completely green, the same color as the steel helmet on his head, and completely became the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Musashi, this idiot, is really the same as the little Chinese boy said, he is really stupid.