Like a dream, like a real life（如梦如真的两段人生）

Chapter 23: Are the Devils Ready to Cry?

They ran for more than ten minutes, and just as they climbed over a hill, gunshots sounded like exploding beans behind them.

"Brother Tang, Brother Zhong and the others opened fire."

Huzi looked back at the direction of the shooting, with no worry at all on his slightly immature face.

Tang Wen heard the sound of gunshots turning from dense to faint, and knew that Liu Zhong and the others had left the place where the shots were fired. He breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at the position down the hill and said, "Shunzi, go in that direction."

Shunzi . Zi knew that Tang Wen could leave alone but did not do so. He was obviously very righteous and wanted to save Shan Zi and the others.

Therefore, without any thought of rebuttal, he ran down the hillside towards the place where the snow was thick as Tang Wen pointed out...
Tang Wen They judged well that the gunfire was caused by Liu Zhong and others. Liu Zhong had played with Hanyang and was quite familiar with the use of steel guns; the Orion used guns based on feeling. Although they had never actually shot a target, the four of them still brought down three Japs.

As soon as the gunfire rang out, Little Japan's team exploded, all crawling on the ground, shooting randomly at Liu Zhong's position. Although no one was seen, the direction was probably right, and the bullets were flying indiscriminately. The snow and frozen soil were splashing, and the shrubs were broken.

"Fuck! It's so fierce! The Japs have fierce firepower and there are so many people."

Sun Tao, who had retreated off the ridge, shrank his neck in fright at the sound of bullets and muttered in a low voice.

Mengzi didn't get much better either. His cheek was cut by a flying branch. He was so frightened that he fell down on the snow, thinking that he had died.

Liu Zhong couldn't help but be secretly frightened when he heard the whizzing sound flying overhead. If this guy showed up, wouldn't he be covered in holes? At the same time, I also understood why Tang Wen, who had just learned his name, didn't let them fight the little devil.

"Don't pretend to be dead! Let's go quickly and get everything done." Liu Zhong calmed down, picked up the fallen man, carefully squatted down and tinkered for a while, then rushed down the mountain with a gun on his back...

Yamada Yoko Before the second set up the machine gun to fire, he saw through the telescope that there was no one on the hill next to him.

"Don't shoot, rush forward and catch the live ones, I'm going to skin that pig!!" Yamada Yokoji roared while waving his command knife.

The little devils lying on the ground got up from the snow after hearing the order, spread out with guns in hand, and rushed towards the mountain.

But when they reached the hill, there was nothing but a mess on it, and no one was there.

"Baga!"

Yamada Yokoji angrily chopped off a hazelnut tree with his knife. He looked at the traces on the snow on the top of the mountain with anger still lingering, and picked up a telescope in one hand to look around.

"Watanabe, you lead thirty people and follow the footprints at the bottom of the mountain. That should be the direction to follow by the well."

"Hayi!"

Watanabe's sergeant was told to stand at attention and lead the group to run down the mountain. .

Yamada Yokoji waited for Watanabe to leave, brandished his command sword and roared: "Follow the footprints and catch the China pigs. I will light sky lanterns for them!!"

Ever since he led his team into the mountains, there has never been such a big loss. Yamada Yokoji was furious, but he didn't realize that the pursuers were regular troops.

The remaining more than a hundred Japanese soldiers dispersed under the order, and the skirmishers followed the footsteps and chased towards the opposite mountain ridge.

The Japanese soldiers spread out at a distance of a hundred or ten meters and quickly searched and advanced through the dense trees with their guns in hand. No one made a sound. It was quiet. There were only the sounds of the crunching snow and the sound of the body brushing against the bushes and hazelwood. The sound of crashing echoed in the forest.

"Ah..."

The marching team was suddenly thrown into chaos by a short cry. All the soldiers quickly turned their guns and pointed in the direction of the cry as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

I saw a soldier who was following the footprints, holding a hoe handle and swinging a piece of birch wood; the gun was hanging feebly on his arm, and he was obviously dead. As for the cry, it was not him who made the cry, but a companion beside him.
Yamada Yokoji held the tortoise shell in one hand and held the command knife in the other and ran a few steps closer.