The Japanese puppet army camp in the valley has long been a pot of porridge, and there are Japanese puppet soldiers running everywhere, and fierce gunshots and shouts of killing can be heard everywhere, accompanied by continuous explosions like the cry of death, and the dust dispersed after the explosion will be shrouded in the head and face. The bullet hit the ground and stirred up a cloud of dust, and when it hit the fleeing Japanese puppet soldiers, it was a cloud of blood mist, just like the Japanese soldier who had just been shot by Lu Yuan, all of his body were wounds and looked miserable.

Of course, not all the Japanese puppet soldiers were hit by the bullets, and these wounded Japanese puppet soldiers were now covering their wounds on the ground and screaming with a scream. Although Lu Yuan and they already have an advantage, but in the valley, after all, the number of Japanese puppet soldiers accounts for the majority, and in the face of the large number of Japanese puppet troops, the people under Xiao Haishan and Xu Heizi are still mostly throwing*.

One of Xiao Haishan's guerrillas found two boxes of wooden handles* and shouted for someone to come and pick them up*, followed by a series of muffled explosions in the valley. Immediately, the rolling wooden handles* drew a strange arc in the sky, smashing into the Japanese puppet soldiers, and then the violent explosion like artillery fire was accompanied by clusters of rising firelight and scattered splashes. The Japanese puppet army, which was suddenly attacked by the most powerful attack, was still trying to counterattack under the powerful bullets of the officers at first, but their flesh and blood were not iron-clad after all.

In those * like meteors out of the sky, blooming in the position irregularly, one by one the Japanese puppet soldiers were beaten by the * fragments of flesh and blood, tragic death wailing, seeing this, the fragile will of these Japanese puppet soldiers finally collapsed. Although the remaining officers had done their best to encourage and lure the soldiers under them, the minds of the soldiers had already been shattered by the continuous explosions. The timid soldier also knew that he nodded and agreed to the officer, but as soon as he turned around, he ran as fast as a rabbit.

Those with hot personalities simply put guns on the noses of the officers and scolded them for their incompetence in command. Seeing that the situation was irreparable and that there might be a mutiny if they continued to be pressed, the officers of the Japanese puppet army who tried to fight back could only accept the advice of their soldiers and began to retreat. Under the command of the officers and veterans, the remnants of the Japanese puppet army, which had already shown signs of rout, gathered together, and then alternately covered, like a rolled up hedgehog, and began to slowly retreat in the direction of the mouth of the valley.

The valley was full of fireworks and gunfire, and the Japanese puppet army, which had lost many officers in a row, finally could not hold on, and began to break away from the large army one after another, and took the lead in retreating in the direction of the mouth of the valley. Lu Yuan knew the truth of the poor Kou Mo chasing, so he just chose a position slightly higher than the ground, and emptied several magazines one after another towards the retreating Japanese puppet army. The remaining Japanese puppet soldiers in the valley retreated, and the guerrillas under Xiao Haishan were the first to cheer, followed by the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army under Xu Heizi, as for Lu Yuan, his face was full of anger at the moment.

The gunfire in the valley gradually stopped, and when Xu Heizi, who was covered in blood, lowered the weapons in their hands, and after their rapid breathing gradually calmed down, after they looked around, they were stunned. The guerrillas under Xiao Haishan stared blankly at the wreckage beside them with frightened and declining eyes, and could not say a word for a long time.

In fact, it was not only them, but also the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army under Xu Heizi.

Looking at the scene in front of them, the faces of the people showed either frightened, panicked, helpless, or sad looks, and some of them couldn't bear to just take a sip, and squirted out all the contents of their stomachs. There was no way, everything in front of me was really miserable, and there were more than a dozen Japanese vehicles that had been blown up in the valley full of gunsmoke. The most terrifying thing is that almost every car has experienced several explosions, so much so that they are beaten into dense honeycomb eyes by extremely lethal* fragments.

As for the fate of those Japanese puppet soldiers who had no way to retreat, it can be imagined, the light intestines were pierced and the hands and feet were broken, the heavy ones were directly beaten into a pile of minced meat, and if the only one intact was left, there were only four trucks left. Even so, the powerful explosion still scarred the compartments of the four trucks. Lu Yuan, who was also exhausted, couldn't remember how many bullets he had fired, and at this moment he only felt soreness all over his body, especially in his left shoulder.

When Xiao Haishan's guerrillas detonated Japanese trucks one after another, Xu Heizi's Eighth Route Army soldiers also killed 2 people, and many others were injured, but they also killed and wounded more than 50 Japanese puppet soldiers. The corpses of these Japanese puppet soldiers were left in place, but the things that could be collected had been piled together, and of course, all the weapons and equipment were put together. Xu Heizi followed behind Xiao Haishan, and when he arrived at the stacked trophies, there were both rifles and light machine guns among the guns stacked together.

Lu Yuan, who came over later, frowned, Xiao Haishan didn't know what to do, and leaned over to wave the light machine gun in his hand with Lu Yuanxian, but Lu Yuan sprayed his face. "Old Xiao, you are a dirt old hat, and these bastards under you are also a dirt old hat. Picking up a few broken guns left by others, do you think you have found a treasure? Your fucking eyes widen to see what's in those trucks? What's the good stuff? ”

Lu Yuan's sudden attack made Xiao Haishan, who was originally full of joy, stunned on the spot, even Xu Heizi. Xiao Haishan, who reacted quickly, quickly ran to the back of a Japanese military truck, and after lifting the tarpaulin and climbing into the carriage, Xiao Haishan's indistinct roar was soon heard from the carriage. Seeing this, Xu Heizi just glanced at Lu Yuan, and also ran over, almost the same reaction as Xiao Haishan, and Xu Heizi, who was looking inside with the tailgate of the carriage, also roared angrily.

What happened next made the guerrillas in Xiaojia Village unforgettable for life, Xiao Haishan, who jumped out of the carriage, stared at a pair of red eyes, regardless of whether the guerrillas were still alive or not, no one kicked him. Although Xu Heizi, who also had a black face, did not kick the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army under him, his black face could already explain the problem. The guerrillas who had been kicked were very puzzled, and some of them also grabbed the tailgate of the truck and looked inside, but when they turned their heads, their faces were full of self-blame.

These guerrillas and soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who were full of self-reproach, finally remembered that when he threw * at these trucks, Lu Yuan seemed to have scolded them for being bastards and losers. There were more than a dozen trucks parked in the valley by the Japanese puppet army, most of which were blown up by the * they toss, and of the last four trucks, one was carrying oil, two were loaded with grain, and the last one was full of ammunition boxes and cans.

"Forget it, that's not bad, at least there's something left." Lu Yuan's words seemed to be persuading Xiao Haishan and Xu Heizi, but in fact, it made Xiao Haishan and Xu Heizi even more angry. Feeling out a roll of red cloth and tying it to a wooden stick, Lu Yuan held the wooden stick and waved it a few times at the hill where Huzi was hiding, and soon saw Huzi holding a heavy sniper rifle appear on the hillside.

"Clean up the battlefield, the Japanese army will definitely not give up this place easily, this place is very large, and there should be supplies and ammunition stockpiled by the Japanese puppet army." Seeing that Huzi had come down from the hillside, Lu Yuan, who had withdrawn the red cloth, whispered, then carried a rifle with a bayonet, and began to mend the corpses of the Japanese puppet soldiers on the ground according to his own habits. Lu Yuan's behavior of mending the corpses one by one made Xiao Haishan and Xu Heizi somewhat incomprehensible, but all their thoughts at the moment were focused on finding supplies and ammunition.

Huzi quickly came down from the hillside, Xu Heizi deliberately wanted to get to Huzi's side, but saw that Lu Yuan just beckoned, and Huzi, who was holding a heavy sniper rifle, trotted to Lu Yuan's side. "Old Xiao, you can take all the things here. I don't want much, I have Han rifle cartridges, leave me 500 rounds, * or *50 pieces, and two boxes of military cans. If you don't need it, you can keep it for me. Lu Yuan, who had already finished mending the knife from the corpse, walked to Xiao Haishan's side, and without waiting for Xiao Haishan to agree, he picked up a can and opened it and handed it to Huzi.

Lu Yuan didn't ask for a lot of things, especially when Lu Yuan only needed bullets and *, he gave all the weapons to Xiao Haishan, so Xiao Haishan's eyes quickly moved away from the can in Huzi's hand. The Japanese army's canned pork seemed to suit Huzi's appetite very much, and he ate two in a row, and Huzi burped and showed a satisfied look. Seeing that Huzi had eaten enough, Lu Yuan no longer paid attention to Xiao Haishan and the others, but just took the backpacks of the two Japanese soldiers and began to load bullets and * into the backpacks.

Lu Yuan's process of loading bullets and * did not avoid Xiao Haishan, Xu Heizi and others, and filled the two backpacks with eight points full, Lu Yuan signaled Huzi to be optimistic about the backpack, but he carried an assault rifle and walked towards the grass shed not far from him. The entire grass shed where two three-wheeled motorcycles were parked was lucky not to be hit by Xiao Haishan's throwing, so Lu Yuan planned to drive one of the three-wheeled motorcycles away. After a while, Lu Yuan drove a three-wheeled motorcycle back to Huzi, greeted Xiao Haishan, and Lu Yuan took Huzi and galloped away in the direction of the mouth of the valley.