Although Yuan Yihonggang is alone, he is also facing strong masters such as Liu Tuanzuo and Chen Yunfa, as well as a patrol team of up to 1,000 people, but he is a master! The most important thing is just one person, the target is small, it is easy to hide, and you can hide in any hole.

But Miyamoto Chuan and the five people were not so lucky, after hundreds of pursuers led by He Shanying chased me and fled for nearly 9 hours, they couldn't stand it.

What's more, they were also discovered.

Although there is no wild wolf tracking with a super sense of smell like Xiong Er, the team of the 2nd and 4th Special Operations Squad not only has mountain hunters like Mountain Eagle, but also has a perverted-level tracking master Zeng Tu. Miyamoto Chuan and some of the little tricks he had worked so hard to do were not only discovered, but also let Shan Ying and the others determine the approximate number of people they wanted to track the target, which would definitely not exceed ten people.

Nine hours later, the figure of Miyamoto Kawawa and others, who had been exhausted from running on the mountain beam and eager to turn over and fight hundreds of Chinese, was finally exposed because of the presence of a shepherd boy.

The shepherd boy was just a little Chinese boy of seven or eight years old, dressed in tattered clothes, barefoot, and still snotty in the autumn breeze.

Although the little boy Mudun'er, who drove his two most valuable black goats up the mountain to graze, felt a little cold under the autumn mountain breeze, he was very happy in his heart. Especially when watching Xiao Hei greedily gnaw on the grass, and Da Hei diligently accompanies him.

Xiao Hei, that is, the slightly smaller ewe at home has a big belly, if nothing else, a baby lamb cub will be born in half a month. At the same time as the family's wealth increased, Xiao Hei also had milk, which was what made Mu Dun'er the happiest.

Because the family has run out of food, the mother has no milk, and the little sister who is less than 100 days old has been thin like firewood, and the adults say that the little sister can't support her. Because, the army gathered, all the autumn grain in the village was collected for the army, leaving only some miscellaneous grain for the villagers to make ends meet.

Adults can still go up the mountain to dig some wild vegetables and make do with corn paste to fill their stomachs, children like him can go up to the mountains to pick wild fruits even if they are hungry, and catch small fish, shrimp and crabs in the mountain stream.

But the little sister who can only survive on rice milk can't do it, the things they can eat can't be eaten by the little girl who hasn't grown teeth.

Every day, I look at the little sister who sucks my mother's shriveled ** but can't even suck it out at all**, I can only cry out my heart, but the voice is getting weaker and weaker like a kitten, my mother holds my little sister's desperate eyes, and my father squats at the door and only beats his head in pain.

The fish soup made from the small fish he caught all day soaked in the mountain stream was not enough to make the little sister grow up, but the little black milk could, as long as she drank the goat's milk, the little sister could be as white and chubby as before, staring at herself with round eyes.

Then, Mu Dun'er, who was full of longing for his future life, stopped waving the sheep whip in his hand lightly but was reluctant to draw Xiao Hei's body, and looked blankly at the few people who appeared on the ridge two hundred meters away.

He was dressed in a yellow military uniform, with a submachine gun, a dark green steel helmet, and leather boots that were not visible in gray and gray colors.

Who are these people? How is it different from the blue military uniforms worn by the bosses who come to collect grain that I saw in the village? Although Mu Dun'er, who was still young, had the concept of Japanese in his mind, he had never seen the uniform of the Japanese army, but he would not know that what he was facing now was the most elite Japanese soldiers.

Mu Dun'er saw Miyamoto Kawawa and others. Naturally, Miyamoto Kawa and the five people also saw Mu Dun'er.

The Chinese shepherd boy and the Japanese invaders met on such a ridge and met on a narrow road.

Suddenly bumped into the Chinese, several devils who were chased by the Chinese and had no way to go to the sky and the ground were naturally murderous, and unnaturally raised their guns. Even if that Chinese is just a Chinese child who does not know the world.

But for these so-called elites, not only was the captain Yuan Yi Shaozuo ordered, in order to conceal his whereabouts, but anyone who saw a Chinese mountain village and a wild man was killed. More importantly, they hate the Chinese in their hearts.

The Chinese soldiers chased them down, and a group of Chinese peasants with hoes and firewood knives joined the search team. It can be said that they were driven away like wild dogs along the way, and the hundreds of Chinese peasants and the hunting dogs they brought with them also contributed greatly, and without their existence, perhaps they would have been able to hide in that ditch and ditch to escape the search of the Chinese soldiers.

After all, the mountains are still very vast.

But now, it's all in vain. A few miles away, the Chinese, who were as excited as they had taken medicine, whether they were soldiers or civilians, ran no slower than their own high-ranking Japanese samurai who had undergone countless rigorous training. As long as it takes another hour or even less, they will become turtles in the urn, torn to pieces by the Chinese.

No matter how confident they are, they are not confident enough to think that they can escape from the guns of nearly 200 Chinese. Just by looking at their will, we know that they are elite soldiers all the way, elite soldiers belonging to the Chinese.

Miyamoto Kawawa smiled. Reaching out and quietly making a gesture, letting his companions lower their guns while hiding their killing intent. In his opinion, this Chinese shepherd boy is the only vitality for himself and others.

The Chinese hunt will come to an abrupt end when they meet this Chinese shepherd boy. Although this shepherd boy could not save their lives.

However, the mountain village where the shepherd boy exists may be able to.

Yes, at this very moment, Miyamoto Kawawa made an extremely ruthless decision. Since you can't run, you won't run.

Not to compete with hundreds of Chinese, but to use all the Chinese people in the mountain village where this shepherd boy is located as hostages, and use women and children as shields to escort them out of this damned place.

In the past, even if he had this idea, he could not realize it, the Chinese mountain village was built too strangely, even if he saw the location on the map, when he wanted to run where he found that there were too many cliffs in the Taihang Mountain Range in China. Why the Chinese of Yaga would set up their home on a cliff is simply incomprehensible to Miyamoto Kawakazu.

But now, the shepherd boy's presence is the first proof that there is a mountain village that is not marked on the map, and more importantly, he can let the little boy lead the way.

"Child, we are under the command of the Seventh Army of the Northeast Army, and we were ordered to reconnoiter the terrain here, and the brothers are thirsty at the mountain junction after walking for a day, can we come to your house to ask for a glass of water?" Miyamoto Kawawa walked up to Mu Dun'er, who looked a little silly and snotty in a daze, and said in a standard northern Chinese accent.

Since they dared to infiltrate the Chinese defense zone where tens of thousands of troops gathered, the special attack team led by Yuan Yihonggang naturally had the ability to establish their lives. In addition to the strong individual soldier quality, this Chinese language is also very slippery, if you change into a Chinese military uniform, except for a little shorter, they are no different from ordinary Northeast Army. Even, in their backpacks, each of them had a set of Chinese military uniforms, but in the past 9 hours of escape, they were chased and did not even have time to change their clothes.

To be honest, they didn't think that changing into Chinese clothes would make a difference, in fact, the Chinese soldiers were very poor, and they went to the battlefield with a grain bag. The large backpacks they were carrying were too revealing to be identified, and the point is, they simply didn't have time to destroy them.

Miyamoto Kawawa didn't expect that the abundant material security would one day become a fatal cause. At least, they can't meet their nutritional needs for a day with a handful of fried rice and mountain spring water like the Chinese. In addition to jerky and canned food, their backpacks also contain blankets to keep them warm at night against the mountain winds.

Mu Dun'er continued to be in a daze. Because, he has never seen such a kind boss.

He still remembers the despair of his parents kneeling on the ground and begging the old man who had taken the last bag of rice in the house to leave two bowls of white rice for his little sister to boil rice soup to survive, although he still dropped a few copper horns.

But, what's the use of that? The grain within a radius of hundreds of miles has already been collected, can these copper horns buy food?

To tell the truth, in Mu Dun'er's little heart, he hates the bosses who almost killed his little sister more than the Japanese mentioned by his parents, uncles and aunts. They were going to fight the Japanese, but they were about to kill their poor little sister, which was unacceptable to Mu Dun'er.

But this boss smiled so warmly.

Especially when he took out a fancy thing and taught him to peel off the icing and put it in his mouth.

Sweet...... The sweetness of the heart is far sweeter than the ripe wild fruits in the mountains.

It's so delicious, Mu Dun'er, who greedily licked the toffee with the tip of his tongue, showed a trace of long-lost happiness on his face.

Kazuya Miyamoto smiled as he watched as the ragged Chinese shepherd boy carefully rewrapped the toffee and hid it in his pocket after voraciously licking a few mouthfuls of toffee.

"Kid, why don't you eat it?" Miyamoto asked.

"Boss, I want to keep it for my little sister to eat, is that okay? She's only been a few months and hasn't eaten yet? Mu Dun'er replied timidly.

"Yes, great." A hint of happiness also appeared on Miyamoto Kawakazu's face.

A Chinese child of a few months is right on his chest to block bullets. Chinese, kindly, pierce the body of your Chinese baby with a bayonet and pierce the heart of the imperial warriors!

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PS: Today is the 81st anniversary of the 77 Incident, and all the people's heroes who participated in the Great Patriotic War are immortal, and the Chinese nation will never forget them. Ahem, as for the addition, you know, Fengyue is trying to save the manuscript, and it will be 。。。。。。 in a week. Boots, vote for this anniversary! You really have to believe me, I believe it anyway.