It was another day and a night of long-distance running, and finally I was able to hear the sporadic gunfire in the distance.

After the procession, there were more and more ordinary people following, most of them were women and old people, and very few were young and strong, and the number exceeded 400 people.

Hearing the gunfire in front of them, these people clenched the sickles and kitchen knives in their hands, or simply cut off wooden sticks and sharpened them as weapons, they didn't look like a team ready to fight the little devils at all, more like a group of wandering beggars.

Fujita Ichiro's heart was heavy, and he felt that these ordinary people could only deal with rabbits at most.

The closer he got to the place where the gunshots came, the more frightened he became, and as he lived in Trojan County for more and more, he couldn't help but love the people of this country even more, docile, kind, and easily satisfied.

He was really scared to see such lovely people fall at gunpoint in pieces.

Thinking of these, Fujita Ichiro couldn't help but look at Lu Yuan, he found that he had been thinking too much about the person in front of him, this guy was not the kind of person he thought he was at all, this guy was a guy who would do whatever it took to achieve his goal.

In order to achieve his goal, he did not hesitate to use the grief and anger of these ordinary people to send them to death!

"Commander, these ordinary people, how do you think they can be used?"

Niu Pimple said in a low voice, he has been following Lu Yuan for a long time, and his thinking and views are naturally different from Fujita Ichiro, he firmly believes that not to mention this group of people who want to take revenge and want to go crazy, even if it is a pile of mud, Lu Yuan has a way to turn it into an elite division of the Japanese army!

"We'll do this later!"

Lu Yuan lowered his voice and asked, and then said: "When they bleed a little and rushed a few times in the rain of bullets, they should be a little bolder!" ”

Fighting a war is actually like that, as long as there are enough people and bold enough, they will definitely be able to cause a little movement!

"Understood, I'll arrange it!"

After listening to Lu Yuan's words, Niu Pimple nodded again and again, and then turned back to the soldiers of the guard platoon and Xin Dabao to greet secretly.

The order was quickly conveyed, and all the horses were left to be guarded in the rear, and some of the cavalry were scattered among the common people with the big bulls, cheering and frightening: "At all times, follow me, you will run if I run, and you will lie down when I lie down, you know?" If you are caught by a little devil, you all know what the consequences are, right? ”

"Master Jun, we know!"

The faces of the ordinary people turned pale, and their voices trembled.

"Be careful......

Looking at the big bull in the team, Huang Siniu trembled, her eyes full of tears.

"If you don't die this time, I'll marry you!"

Da Niu nodded fiercely, then grinned, tears rolling in his eyes, but he quickly turned around and didn't let Huang Siniu see it.

More fighters, however, have begun to move to the flanks under the leadership of the pimple, and all of them have taken off their military uniforms, put on the clothes of ordinary people, and even tied their guns to tattered clothes, and they can't tell that they have guns on them if they don't pay attention to it.

While keeping a distance from the large army, every move of the large army is under their control.

Xin Dabao took a few war horses, a few boxes of Guoxiong rifles and some ammunition, and began to gallop around the trail, and walked towards the rear of the Pingshui detachment in a roundabout way.

Lu Yuan, on the other hand, took three 38 rifles and went into the mountains and forests with a grenadier squad and three grenadiers, and no one knew where they went.

Although there are still some Guoxiong rifles that were not taken away, Lu Yuan did not issue these guns to those ordinary people, for these ordinary people who have never been on the battlefield, such a good gun in their hands, the threat to the devil is not much greater than the wooden sticks, kitchen knives and firewood knives in their hands.

Not far ahead, Zhu Junhao and Ren Haifang moved forward with difficulty with the team.

The whole team of two or three hundred people, most of them were wounded, they not only ran out of ammunition and food, but were also chased out of breath, did not even have a chance to drink saliva, the weak need to support each other to persevere, some people walked and fell without a word, and could not get up again.

That's tired to death!

Bang!

Phew!

There are no less than 2,000 people in the team of little devils and the puppet army, hanging far behind the team, among which there are Japanese soldiers shooting from time to time, and in the sound of gunfire, some members of the detachment scream and fall!

"Hahaha, I hit another China pig ......"

"You don't count, we said that we have to hit the head, and hit the head!"

"Imperial Army, the marksmanship is great, it's good......"

Whenever someone falls, the strange screams of the Japanese soldiers such as this are constantly sounded, and the sound of the puppet soldiers who are traveling with them frantically slapping their ass.

Obviously, they were not in a hurry to catch up, they were playing to their heart's content, and the members of the detachment in front of them, who were exhausted from ammunition and food, were just a group of prey that had been driven into a dead end, and they were not killed, just because these Japanese soldiers were still waiting, waiting to see if any other anti-Japanese forces would come to the rescue, so that they could be annihilated together.

Or maybe they are waiting for Shangfeng's order to see if the potential enemy has jumped into the encirclement on the side of the Immortal Pond.

When they were sure that no one would come to the rescue, and that the members of the detachment were no longer of any use, and that they had had enough, they pounced on them and killed them all.

Seeing that a comrade-in-arms was shot and fell, the members of the detachment didn't even have the strength to scold and continued to stagger forward.

They haven't given up hope of rushing out.

They were so tired that they had escaped enough, and if they could, they would be eager to fight with the little devil immediately, as long as they could fight one and a half more.

But they know that they can't die, they have to live!

The fighters of the detachment alone have already died more than a thousand people, and the partisans who died so that they could escape are countless.

Thousands of lives, they want to live, to avenge the thousands of lives that have died!

Fleeing all the way, leaving a lot of corpses along the way, being shot and killed, and being exhausted to death.

Turn around the foot of the mountain, and you can already see the towering Cirrus Mountain.

Ren Haifang and Zhu Junhao walked at the front of the team, not because they wanted to walk in front and let their comrades in the back block the bullets of the Japanese puppet army for them, but because they knew that if they all fell, I was afraid that the team would immediately lose the reason to continue to escape.

Then, their eyes lit up!

At the bend at the foot of the mountain, which the Japanese could not see, several war horses fell to the ground foaming at the mouth, as if they had just been fished up from the river.

And Xin Dabao and several cavalrymen were laughing and crying at them, tears like a flood bursting the embankment, as if the whole family had died.

In front of them were several open wooden crates, which contained a Kunio rifle wrapped in oiled paper, a crooked machine gun, and a large number of bullets and grenades, which looked like a large pile of gold in the sunlight.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of Zhu Junhao, Ren Haifang and others lit up.

(End of chapter)