"Spread out, spread out, don't huddle together." Tang Cheng threw a grenade at the place in front of him where the gunfire was flashing, and forcefully overturned Mike, who was about to get up to shoot with the gun, into the grass. "You lie honestly, it's not your turn yet, when we are all dead, you can go to the Japanese soldiers to fight hard." The scattered rout soldiers followed one after another, and several waves of Japanese troops have been following them for several days, and Tangcheng has long been accustomed to this scene of sudden encounters and sudden fire.

Another Japanese soldier fell from the tree, and the machine gunner and his Japanese light machine gun came to an abrupt end, and he tied himself to the tree with a rope, so he was shot and hung there wakily. "In the tree, the dog is squatting on the branch." With the shouting of the dice, some of the routers had turned their guns to the branches and canopy, and as the bullets increased sharply, the leaves and branches fell under the barrage of barrage, along with several Japanese soldiers who had also tied themselves to the branches with ropes.

The roar of the machine guns began to rush forward, and the only remaining light machine gun on the Tangcheng side had been set up under the slope and began to fire at the Japanese machine gun hidden in the canopy of another tree. Although the accuracy was not good, they attracted the fire of the Japanese machine guns, but the Japanese skirmishers in the bushes were still shooting this way, and the Japanese soldiers' guns were accurate and ruthless, fortunately, there were dice and rock dragons on the Tangcheng side.

The veteran who wielded the light machine gun began to "da-da" and "da-da" short spots, and when there were still a few rounds left, he changed the magazine, and threw the replaced empty magazine up the front slope. The ammunition man stared at him dumbfoundedly, not knowing what he was doing, and four Japanese soldiers rushed out of the bushes on the steep slope, two of whom were holding grenades. The veteran's face began to show a smug expression of being smashed by a pie, "The thief is so deceived!" What Lao Tzu has for you to eat! He opened fire when he shouted and laughed, and "da-da" four times, and there were no more Japanese soldiers standing in the bushes on the slope, and two grenades that had not had time to be thrown exploded.

After killing the skirmishers approaching the other side, the sniper rifles of the dice and Iwalong began to play to their advantage, and the remaining Japanese machine guns were quickly dumbed, so there were a few more hanging Japanese corpses under the canopy. The gunfire gradually stopped, and before Tang Cheng could give an order, several agile guys had already rushed up the steep slope with bayonets, and before cleaning the battlefield, they had to mend the corpses of all the Japanese soldiers.

After the battle, they all rushed over to check and loot the belongings on the corpses of the Japanese soldiers at will, and after the wounded Japanese soldiers who pretended to be dead one after another retaliated with grenades, the defeated soldiers who paid heavy casualties finally began to act according to their habits in Tang Cheng. Although the act of mending the corpse is not a fair and upright act, at least the brothers who clean up the battlefield will no longer encounter the scene of pretending to be dead Japanese soldiers dragging them to their deaths.

The routers who rushed up the steep slope to mend the Japanese corpses quickly sent back the signal, and the routers who had burrowed out of the bushes and grass began to pour up the steep slope in search of a possible trophy. Soon, all that remained was the smell of gunpowder that had not yet dissipated and the naked corpses of a dozen Japanese soldiers, and the routs who cleaned the battlefield even stripped off the military uniforms of these Japanese soldiers, and of course did not forget the ropes that the Japanese soldiers used to bind themselves under the canopy.

There was no time to rest, Tang Cheng ordered to move on, because none of them knew when the next battle with the Japanese army would suddenly come, and the best way was to leave, and only by not encountering the Japanese army could it be possible to avoid sudden battles and deaths. After packing up the captured booty and carrying the wounded brothers who were not dead, Tang Cheng and his party gradually disappeared into the depths of the mountains and forests. "No, wait for the chance, let's grab a heavy machine gun and carry it." After walking away, Tang Cheng saw that the veterans in charge of the machine gun were still fiddling with the light machine gun that had just been captured but had some problems, so he forced them to throw away the machine gun, which had no longer fired.

"Don't want it? It's still possible to start repairing. The veterans were really surprised, but they weren't surprised for long, and a cold shot from nowhere knocked a rout soldier to the ground who had just come over to echo a few words. Still the same as before, the forest was full of darkness, and if it was possible to survive until dawn, it might be possible to find the attacker. Tang Cheng stretched out his hand to remove the bullet pouch from the soldier who had been shot, and then shouted: "Run! Can't fight or run? ”

The team finally started running amid Tang Cheng's shouting, and Tang Cheng rushed forward a few steps, then turned around and reached out to overturn the machine gun that a veteran was still holding, and let it roll down the ramp. "No, we don't have many bullets, just one machine gun is enough." Tang Cheng, who overturned the machine gun, stuffed the bullet pouch he was carrying into the veteran's hand, and then reached out and pulled the very reluctant veteran and ran away. Tan Fei and Zhao Liang were holding a microphone on their sides, and George, who couldn't walk by himself, had been put on Hou Sankang's shoulders at this time, and everyone who heard Tang Cheng's order ran with all their might.

Everyone is running wolf in the dark jungle, and it has long become a real rout, where is there any formation to speak of. The trees in the bushes were as dense as walls, and gunfire was constantly flashing, so that some of them in Tang Cheng kept falling, and more than a dozen corpses were thrown down on the ramp just now. Tang Cheng stretched out his hand and slapped the guys who were slowing down as he ran, "Keep running, don't the fuck stop." Tang Cheng's hand just slapped a guy who was angry and was about to shoot back, and the guy had been hit, so Tang Cheng continued to run.

This kind of battle that could not find an opponent could not be fought at all, and in Tangcheng, where wolves were running in the woods, they fell like mowing grass. Thanks to the fact that everyone was driven by Tang Cheng to run fast, leaving only more than forty corpses in the forest, Tang Cheng and the rest of them who were still alive finally got out of the hellish forest. Everyone, including Tang Cheng himself, was tired like a pack of dead dogs, with bruises and bruises all over their bodies, and finally pulled and lifted each other to climb to the top of the relatively sparsely vegetated mountains. Finally escaping from the forest and climbing to the top of the mountain, the Japanese troops who had been chasing them did not throw their troops on it, because most of the routs they were bent on hunting would not take the ghost road that even a goat would break its leg.

There are good and bad sides to everything, and Tang Cheng and they drilled this omission in the Japanese defense line, and finally temporarily got rid of the pursuit of the Japanese army from this mountain that no one had walked on at all. Tang Cheng squatted down and looked at the peaks with his binoculars, in fact, he could see clearly without a telescope, and a cloud of smoke would rise from time to time in the forest in the distance, Tang Cheng knew that it was a grenade thrown by the rout soldiers who were chasing by the Japanese army.

"Tang, it's not your fault, you must know that the Japanese troops that can be equipped with 75 mountain guns will at least be the size of the unit above the brigade level, and with the 700 people you picked up halfway, you can't fight them at all." Xu saw the loneliness in Tang Cheng's heart at this moment, and Mike, who endured the pain, sat down next to Tang Cheng, and whispered to comfort this little guy who was familiar and strange to him.

"No, Uncle Mac, it's my fault, I'm overestimating myself. I shouldn't have taken them out of the mountains and forests, because with the cover of the mountains, we still have the possibility of dealing with the Japanese army. But I took them out of the woods, and in such an open field, we could only be shot by the Japanese army, and they also had 75 mountain guns and heavy machine guns. Tang Cheng was extremely self-blaming for himself, two days ago, he still had a team of more than 700 people, but now, there were less than 50 people left around him.

"Tang, you shouldn't blame yourself, I'm serious, you're the bravest Chinese soldier I've ever met." George, whose ankle had not yet fully recovered, jumped up and sat down with a cigarette in his mouth. "Tang, I haven't been in your China for a short time, but you are not very different from almost all the Chinese officers I have seen, although there are many strokes of your brave Chinese soldiers, but you are the only one, after all, you survived with us people, didn't you."

Under the persuasion of Mike and George, Tang Cheng's mood and face finally improved, and as night fell, the hungry people still stayed on the top of the hill, staring at the mountains and forests where gunfire and explosions flashed from time to time in the distance, knowing that there were still brothers fighting against the pursuing Japanese. "Flashlight, give me a flashlight." George, who had been sitting shut, suddenly got up and jumped, "Give me a flashlight, I hear the sound of the plane, it's our plane, I'm going to signal them." ”

Everyone didn't believe George's words, and Hou San even thought that this thing was nonsense after being dizzy from hunger, but then the buzzing sound from the night sky made everyone dumbfounded. "Here, here we are." George, who took out two flashlights from his backpack, began to send out signals with flashlights in a frustrated manner, and everyone who was also encouraged gathered around George, expecting that the fighters hovering in the night could see the signal sent by George with the flashlight.

The fighter planes that appeared in the night roared by, and there were no familiar bomb drops or machine gun fire in Tang City, and two huge figures just whistled over their heads in Tang City. In the pillar of light illuminated by George with a flashlight, Tang Cheng even saw the huge silver wings of the fighter, especially the emblem of the iron-blooded eighteen stars under the wings, it was our plane, this was our plane, and the blood in Tang Cheng's body seemed to be boiling at this moment.

Tang Cheng began to be glad that Hou San had not been willing to throw away the flashlights and batteries he had brought when he left the British army's warehouse, and he was also glad that his people were on a hill at the moment. Without a flashlight, George would not have been able to use Morse code to attract the attention of the pilots on the plane, and if it wasn't on the hill, the pilots hovering in the night would not have been able to spot George's flashlight.