It was no longer possible to stay on the mountain road, and the Japanese puppet army, who had survived by lying in the bushes, began to climb up the mountain.

The frantically chased poisonous bees also irritated them even more, and for hundreds of days, the puppet army squeezed through the bushes like locusts, and hung with thorns all over their bodies, shooting at the mountain while climbing up the mountain.

If you stay on the mountain road, you can only die, either by shells, stung by the remnants of poisonous bees, or killed by a volley of bullets flying down from time to time on the mountains on both sides.

The thirst for life made them no longer afraid of the thorns that could easily penetrate the flesh, and even directly tore the dense thorn bushes with their hands, even if their hands were bloody.

Man, the fear of death, is unstoppable by anything and everything, and this can only be understood by those who are shrouded in the shadow of death.

Subconsciously, the mountain located on this side of the high-altitude projectile has become the choice of all Japanese puppet troops, because the machine guns here also like to engage in biological warfare, and instinctively make them think that the threat is greater.

On the battlefield, it is always about destroying the enemy who poses the greatest threat to oneself.

The seventy or eighty bandits led by the second cargo man closest to the bottom of the mountain bore the brunt, and the bullets of the already crazy Japanese puppet army passed through the jungle and directly swept down nearly ten people.

It is said that the pointed bullet of the Type 38 rifle has too much kinetic energy because it pursues the range too much, and after it is fired into the human body, it often penetrates the body and reduces the lethality.

Actually, that's because you haven't personally experienced being hit by a 6.5mm bullet, which penetrates the human body, but the bullet hole left behind is definitely not a hole the size of a bullet as people think, but at least the size of a wine cup.

Imagine that a person who was talking and laughing with you just now, suddenly, a blood hole the size of a wine cup appeared in his chest, because of the huge pressure difference between inside and outside the body, the blood spurted out by the pressure formed a terrible blood mist, and spit on your face like this, while he, his eyes were dim, and he wanted to talk to you, but because of the gradual loss of life, he didn't even have the strength to move his mouth.

What will happen to you?

Will it be sad? Will be angry? Will it go crazy? Or, perhaps, fear。。。。。

Perhaps, these emotions will be both.

The cowardly, in the face of the enemy's frenzied front, will retreat because fear prevails. Brave people will rise to the occasion just because they are their brothers.

Therefore, when Diao Ye wiped his face blankly and was rapidly sprayed with blood all over his cheeks from the chest of a bandit beside him, his eyes, in an instant, were redder than the blood on his face.

"Chen Laosan, Zhao Laowu, put stones, stoned those bitches to death, and let them go to Lao Tzu!" The second cargo man roared wildly.

The bandits who were in charge of guarding the dozen or so earthen organs on the mountainside were in great sorrow, of course they could put them, each mechanism had hoarded thousands of pounds of stones, as long as they pulled the mechanism, they could definitely create a terrifying blow to the enemy who had climbed into the bushes and had nowhere to hide.

However, under the countless boulders, there were not only enemies, but also seventy or eighty brothers who had dived down the mountain only a few dozen meters away from the mountain road in order to launch a poisonous bee war.

"Chen Laosan on the dog day, if you don't let it go, Lao Tzu will rob your daughter to be the lady of the village when he returns to the mountain. You're so damn about it! The second man howled frantically in the woods at the foot of the mountain.

The bandits around him saw the boss like this, and then looked at the people around him who were swept down by the enemy, some of them had lost their breath, and some were still twitching slightly, and they were also brothers who were out of breath and less in gas, their eyes were red, and they roared together: "Chen Laosan, let go." ”

"Chen Laosan, let's go."

"Chen Laosan, let's go."

The roar of dozens of people at the same time echoed between the two mountains, and for a while, it even overshadowed the rumbling cannonball, and even the artillery led by Sun Hongzhen, who was three miles away, seemed to hear this sound.

Even Chen Yunfa and Mo Xiaomei, who had experienced more than a dozen life-and-death battles, and their nerves had been tempered like steel cast iron, couldn't help but feel a pain in their hearts after hearing the roar of being stirred by the mountains.

They also knew that once the mechanism was pulled down, tens of thousands of catties of boulders would roll down the hillside, and it would be impossible for people on the boulder rolling route to survive. There will be no one out of ten who is in that place.

The mortality rate is as high as 90 percent.

They are bandits, they are outcasts, they are the lowest class of people living in poor China, but the choices they make are pure and tearful. In order to avenge their brothers, so that more brothers can live, they would rather not live themselves.

It's like a company of daring death, standing on the top of a mountain peak, roaring: Shoot at me.

The Japanese could not understand what the Chinese were shouting dozens of meters away, but it stimulated them even more, and they screamed and shot and continued to climb up.

But the puppet soldiers understood, and their faces instantly turned pale.

Bandits, what can you put it?

They don't fart, they can only let go of boulders and logs that they have shown their power before.

"Chen Laosan, you are a dog! If he didn't let it go, Lao Tzu rushed down with his brothers. The second cargo man swept down the hill with a shell gun, jumping and roaring.

"Put, put, put 。。。。。" A bandit on the mountainside, who was also roaring, jerked off the mechanism in his hand.

More than a dozen switches were all pulled at the moment when the leader gave the order, this was already the last hole card of Qinglong Mountain, after this move, the rest was to rely on the knife and gun in his hand.

A middle-aged man in his forties squatted on the ground and cried bitterly, ignoring even the stray bullets that hit him.

With a "boom", the boulder that was released from the fence slowly rolled down due to gravity, and then gradually accelerated, like a pony who had been in the circle for seven or eight days and was suddenly released to have fun.

Cheers, jumps, and runs down the mountain. Along the way, whether it was a tree with a thick calf or a shrub that was once considered tough, they were all smashed and knocked away by boulders that carried a weight of 100 catties or even more than 200 catties and a height of 200 meters of potential energy on their bodies.

No one can stop the boulders from returning to Mother Earth, and after a hundred meters of galloping, even a tank can smash it into scrap metal.

Looking down from the mountain, I feel like I saw galloping horses galloping on the green grassy grassland, and the grass was split into countless visible traces, which was very spectacular, spectacular and made people's scalp tingle.

But for the Japanese puppet army who was trying to climb thirty meters up the mountain, it was not as simple as a numb scalp, it would really scare Xiang.

Fear is not enough to describe the despair in their hearts.

What poisonous bees, what cannons, what crazy carriages, compared to this, are all pediatrics.

Those have a reason to continue to live.

Now, it's gone.

There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape, the only thing you can do is to shrink your body into a ball, reduce the area, if it is best to clump into a grain of sand, it is best to clump into a clump smaller than the bacteria.

The rest, I'll leave it to God, see if you have done any good things in your previous life, what if?

The boulder sings along the way, destroying all the creatures it touches on the hillside, whether plants or animals, and turning them into paint that dots the boulder's less rich color.

The fate of the Japanese puppet army was already decided the moment the boulder fell.