Weapons and ammunition have always been the most desired by the guerrillas, and seeing that the roadbed in the distance was full of rifles and bullets that had fallen from the overturned car, the breathing of the pillars and others gradually became heavy, and even the old uncle himself had a burst of ecstasy in his eyes. "Uncle Gui, let's go, there are so many weapons and ammunition." The pillar's words attracted everyone's nods and echo, but the old noble uncle did not lose his mind like the pillars, because the incident itself was weird.

Sure enough, the voices of the pillars and the others had not completely dissipated, and the old noble uncle, who had been staring at the railway embankment over there, suddenly found that a figure suddenly appeared in the field on the other side of the roadbed. Seeing the steel helmet on the other party's head, the old uncle subconsciously mistakenly thought that the person was a Japanese soldier who was thrown out of the carriage when the train overturned, but after a closer look, the old uncle found that the steel helmet on the man's head was different from the Japanese army, but it was somewhat similar to the steel helmets of some central army.

The person who emerged from the field on the other side of the roadbed was Lu Yuan, and the dust raised by the train from the roadbed had not yet dispersed, and Lu Yuan, who was hiding in the field, had already turned out of the hole. The old noble uncle in the woods, who thought they were hiding, had already been searched out by the full-view map, and it was confirmed that the guerrillas who were hiding in the woods were still the guerrillas who came yesterday, and Lu Yuan, who was used to fighting alone, had not paid too much attention to it, and this was a good time to attack the Japanese soldiers who were escorting the car.

In order to ensure the safety of the train on the way, the Japanese army in Baoding habitually sent troops below the squad level to escort the car, but the train suddenly overturned, and the soldiers in the carriage had already fallen into pieces, where was there still strength to guard against Lu Yuan. Lu Yuan's speed was very fast, and the old noble uncle had just raised his hand to Lu Yuan, who was running on the railway embankment with all his might, Lu Yuan accelerated, rushed into the dust that had not yet dispersed, and rushed to one of the train cars that had opened the door.

There was the cover of dust, and the old noble uncle who was hidden in the woods did not see the handle very clearly, but the continuous gunshots that rang out afterwards made the old noble uncle, who was already ready to order the retreat, change his mind in an instant. After he waved his hand forward, the impatient pillar and the others who had been waiting for a long time rushed out of the forest without saying a word, and went straight to the blockade ditch by the railway, which had been flooded with dust.

The guerrillas were not numerous, and the only person who really fought was the old uncle, and they had not even touched a real rifle on the pillar. But the bankers are straightforward, and they all know that Japanese soldiers are not good things, and only by taking up arms and actively resisting can they protect their families. The rifles and bullets scattered on the other side of the blockade ditch at this moment had already attracted almost all of the attention of the pillars, because they knew that only by getting these rifles and bullets could they really be considered a guerrilla force.

When the pillar led the people to the side of the blockade ditch to erect a wooden ladder without saying a word, Lu Yuan had already fired continuously, shooting over several Japanese soldiers who had climbed out of the carriage, and the second lieutenant officer with the highest rank in the Japanese army had also died under Lu Yuan's snatch. As soon as the guerrillas showed up, Lu Yuan was already aware of it, but he didn't know anything at the moment, as long as these guerrillas didn't come to hinder him.

The old noble uncle with a clay shotgun had also come to the blockade ditch, and when they stepped on the wooden ladder to cross the blockade ditch, the old noble uncle who was kneeling on one knee looked at him and kept looking for the figure just now. "Smack... With the slightly dull sound of gunfire, the fleeting gunfire was even conspicuous in the diffuse dust, and the old noble uncle looked fixedly, only to see a figure quickly dodging out of a carriage.

The old noble uncle secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he had already concluded at this moment that this person was not an opponent of himself and the others, because when the man saw the pillar and they crossed the blockade ditch, he just turned around and glanced at it, but did not make any reaction. The figure seen by the old noble uncle disappeared into the dust again, and before the old noble uncle blinked, the elated pillar was panting and carrying a few 38 rifles on his back, coming back from the opposite side of the blockade ditch.

"Uncle Gui, take a look, they are all new guys with Gaga." The pillar that came down from the wooden ladder handed the old uncle a rifle that still smelled of gun oil, and the guerrillas who returned behind him carried no less than five or six rifles. The old uncle's face also bloomed with a thick smile, he reached out and took the rifle handed by the pillar, pulled the bolt with a click, rubbed the cold gun, the old uncle only felt that the blood was heating up, and the long-lost familiar feeling was filling his body.

A "boom" sound interrupted the old uncle's recollection, and when he looked up, he saw that a column of smoke had risen on the opposite side of the blockade ditch, and several rags were slowly falling from mid-air. An earthy yellow figure suddenly entered the eyes of the old uncle, and when he saw the * held in the hands of the Japanese soldier, the old uncle subconsciously knelt down on one knee and raised the 38 rifle in his hand, but when he pulled the trigger, he found that he had not filled the magazine with bullets.

"Bang" The Japanese soldier holding * in his hand fell head-on, and with a bang, the * that fell beside him exploded, and the Japanese soldier who was shot in the chest was blown over a few times by the explosion, and when he stopped again, he saw that he could no longer live. Lu Yuan, who was standing sideways on the side of a carriage, nodded to the old uncle with some surprise while changing the magazine, as for whether the other party saw it, it was not something that Lu Yuan needed to worry about.

There were not many Japanese soldiers in the car, and Lu Yuan took advantage of the fact that they had not yet recovered their consciousness and were attacked and killed, and there were not many who could survive until now, if it were not for the fear that stray bullets might cause the arms in the carriage to be killed, Lu Yuan might have cleared the remaining Japanese soldiers long ago. Lu Yuan, who was standing on the top of one carriage, suddenly turned around and waved at the side of the guerrillas, and only the last two carriages had not been cleaned up in the entire train, and Lu Yuan hoped that the guerrillas would take the opportunity to remove more munitions.

Seeing Lu Yuan turn around and beckon, it was not only the pillar that was the only one, but before the old noble uncle gave the order, none of them went over, just picked up rifles and bullets near the edge of the blockade ditch. "Zhuzi, you take a few people over to have a look, be smart, and if the situation is not right, come back immediately. Remember, don't be greedy, people are more important than weapons. The old noble uncle also saw Lu Yuan's turn around and beckoned, and then whispered a few words to the pillar.

With the order of the old uncle, the pillars and several people held rifles and strode towards the overturned train under the embankment. Lu Yuan squatted on the top of the train carriage, and after scanning it with a full-view map, he had confirmed that there were still three Japanese soldiers left in the last two carriages. The last three Japanese soldiers who were still alive couldn't take much of Lu Yuan's energy at all, and all he cared about at the moment was how much arms and supplies these guerrillas could move away before the nearby Japanese strongholds sent troops over.

Seeing that someone from the guerrilla side was coming, and seeing that several people on the other side were holding rifles and their fingers were in the trigger guard, Lu Yuan knew that the other party was being careful. In order to avoid inexplicable trouble, Lu Yuan did not get off the roof of the car, nor did he take off the steel helmet and mask, but after a few people approached him, he turned his head and said, "The people from the surrounding Japanese strongholds are coming soon, and the carriages behind me are full of munitions, so you can move as much as you can, don't waste time." ”

Although the skull area on Lu Yuan's face looked terrifying, after hearing Lu Yuan's words, they couldn't help but cheer. In the several carriages behind Lu Yuan, some of the carriage doors had been opened when the train overturned, and in the large open carriages, there were large and small wooden boxes, and if you pry one open, it was either a bullet from Huang Chengcheng inside. When Lu Yuan got off the roof of the car, they had already transported a batch of ammunition through the blockade ditch, and when they saw the whole box of bullets and *, even the well-informed old noble uncle was so excited that he was about to faint at this moment.

"Dog, go back immediately, call the people left behind to drive the cart over, and tell the people in the village that all the big animals must be used, there are not many opportunities like this." The old noble uncle immediately called a guerrilla who looked thin and whispered a few words, and then the latter turned around and disappeared into the woods. Uncle Gui had no time to pay attention to who Lu Yuan was at the moment, because the entire guerrilla team was busy at the moment, and no one had any extra time to worry about these inconsequential things.

After clearing out the last three living Japanese soldiers, Lu Yuan moved a box of Tomosaka rifle bullets onto the roof of the car, and while loading the spare magazine of the assault rifle, he served as a guard for the busy guerrillas. After about a cigarette, dozens of red dots finally appeared in Lu Yuan's full-view map, and Lu Yuan, who had been waiting for them to appear, immediately got up and whistled at the sweaty old uncle.

Without saying anything, just raising his assault rifle at the guerrillas who were looking at him, Lu Yuan jumped off the roof of the car and ran quickly towards the position he had already seen. Seeing this, the old noble uncle's heart tightened, and he immediately beckoned Zhuzi and the others to retreat across the blockade ditch, and first concentrated on transferring the ammunition stacked on this side of the blockade ditch into the forest. The Japanese puppet army who came from the nearby Japanese stronghold was not slow, but they didn't know that Lu Yuan had already prepared in advance to deal with it.

From 300 meters, the gunfire of the sniper rifle in Lu Yuan's hand has been ringing rhythmically, and the bullets that burst out of the barrel seem to have eyes, accurately sending the Japanese puppet soldiers 300 meters away to hell one by one. The guerrillas who had retreated into the forest had already stopped their movements, and when they saw the Japanese puppet army being defeated one by one from a distance, they began to talk uncontrollably, and then they cheered quietly, and then louder and louder. Then, every time Lu Yuan fired a shot, every time he saw a fallen Japanese puppet soldier, he would get their applause in unison.