Two blood flowers immediately bloomed on Araki's chest, and flesh and blood splashed out from the two bowl-sized blood holes on his back. His right hand, which had already touched the gun handle, hung weakly. The body leaned back heavily, and with a bang, it smashed a large font shape into the weeds.

Ma Qian'an fired the first shot without warning, shocking the spies beside Araki. In addition to lying down immediately, several other people were immediately shot by bodyguards.

The crouching bodyguard stood up in an instant, raised all kinds of guns and fired quickly. Two tall guys held drum-type "Chicago Typewriter" and pulled the trigger to shoot wildly, "Tapttatata..." and shot like rain.

After two shots, Ma Qian'an leaned back and fell down in the grass. His posture was not very good, like a bear. However, he didn't want to be a hero. Generally speaking, "heroes" should have the spirit of looking down on the world. He held a 96-style that could never finish the bullets, and stride forward while hitting a place. He should also roar with words like "mixed forks" in his mouth. After being pierced by more than a dozen holes, he could still happily lie in his lover's arms, chatting for a long time.

Ma Qian'an didn't want to be such a hero. He knew that the first place to shoot must be the most powerful place for the opponent to fight back. If he straightened his body and stood there, he was just eating too much stool.

Move and change the position, move the position! Ma Qian'an rolled into a small pit at a very fast speed, shouting at the top of his throat, "Everyone is lying down! Throw the grenade!"

After Ma Qian'an fell down, the bodyguards standing and shooting one after another fell down after the Japanese counterattacked, and three people fell down within a few seconds. When he heard Ma Qian'an and Zhang Fangrong shouting in a hurry, the bodyguards who were hit by the counterattack took out grenades, pulled the lead and threw them forward.

With the help of the smoke from dozens of grenades, Ma Qian'an ordered the bodyguards to retreat to the edge of the forest in the north. Some of the bodyguards crawled, some of them ran away from the waist, running in a mess, and from time to time, someone exposed their bodies and were knocked down by the Japanese behind them. "Chen Jiashen" did not crawl, and with his incredible flexibility, he jumped left and right, running back and forth in a zigzag shape. Such agile figure and such superb escape technique left an indelible deep "shock" to the bodyguards. Oh my god! Is this still the 60-year-old man? No! This is not! This is the best sprint king in the world!

The Japanese crawled in the grass stood up, and the sneak attack could not be changed. The Japanese's tactics changed instantly. 2oo many people scattered and fell into a large area. They ran forward in the waist-deep grass, like a group of buzzing hornets rushing over. Sha Nao took the spirit of attacking the meat bullet created by Nogi Kidun to the extreme.

Miyamoto roared and jumped at the top of his lungs, "encouraging" his team to "establish merits". In his eyes, this forced attack without any casualties was the best solution to capture Chen Jiashen as quickly as possible.

"Bangbangbangbangbang... Tatata... Bangbangbang..." The machine guns hidden in the tall trees in three directions began to roar. 2o Brown machine guns spread the rain of bullets onto the Japanese running upright like splashing water. The bullets shook arcs and harvested their bodies like lawn mowers. A barrage of barrage, large patches of thatched grass were cut off their heads and broken their bodies. The broken grass and leaves were flying all over the sky between the open spaces. The Japanese who were charging without any defense flew across the blood and flesh, and those who were hit and those who were not hit fell down almost in the same time.

"Bang"... "Woo...", the sound of mortar shells breaking through the air resounded over the clearing ground. Hearing a sharp and terrifying sound, Miyamoto and Akamatsu turned pale, and they were lying on the spot. The huge fear suddenly grabbed them, and their hearts seemed to stop beating.

"Boom..." The thunderous explosion sounded to pieces the lucky mentality of the surviving Japanese. More than a dozen flowers of death bloomed in the group of Japanese soldiers, and their broken limbs and arms rose with the smoke pillar. The small officers led the team could not stop drinking, and almost all the Japanese "climbed bravely" towards the safe area in their minds, and the grass waves spread everywhere like ripples.

The mortars were fired very quickly, and the shells flew towards the predetermined area continuously. Several "fire trees" as benchmarks shook wildly in the explosion air waves, shaking left and right. "Boom!" A shell happened to hit the trunk of a tree and exploded in the air, "Smooth!" The splashing shrapnel pierced into the ground from mid-air and also pierced into the nearby Japanese soldiers. The screams in the center of the battlefield sounded.

Zhan Rui's bottom-up battle also started. With the help of dense trees, more than 1oo fully armed soldiers sealed the most elite squad of agents led by Miyamoto and Akamatsu on the edge of the forest. Miyamoto had no time to command the survivors in the open space. He and Akamatsu are now fighting for survival. The hunters became the hunters. The huge contrast caused Miyamoto to completely collapse. Miyamoto's team only occupied less than 20 meters of depth in the forest. Relying on the cover of big trees and shrubs, they fought desperately with Zhan Rui's team on his way.

After Ma Qian'an retreated to the safe area in the forest in the north, he began to pay attention to the situation on the battlefield. Under the double strikes of artillery and machine guns in the air, the remaining Japanese still resisted. Some places in the grass often unexpectedly fired accurate bullets, shooting down the machine gunners hidden in the big tree to the ground. A certain place to the west was actually crawled to a distance that the Japanese could throw grenades. Several grenades exploded in the air above the heads of the team in the west, causing casualties.

The grass provided some cover for the Japanese, and some dead trees, depressions and tree stumps hidden in the grass also provided cover for the Japanese. The ambush troops on three sides were blocked by the smoke of shells, and the ammunition was poured out and gradually lost their target.

"Send the order!" Ma Qian'an waved to several communicators, "The mortar stopped bombardment on a large scale, and changed to precision shelling, allowing soldiers to climb trees and observe the target to guide the shooting. In addition, the troops crawled forward in the entire line, and used machine guns and submachine guns to shoot the roots of the weeds in front of them. Every ten meters, throw a row of grenades forward. Be sure to clear all obstacles that block the line of sight. Have you heard it clearly?"

"Clear!" The communicators are all ophthalmologists, with strong memory and flexibility and courage. The two communicators answered loudly, received the task, and ran towards the east and west respectively.

The continuous shelling stopped. Within a few minutes, more than a dozen mortars fired more than 30 shells, blowing the central area of ​​the open space into a hell on earth. Hundreds of bombs turned out fresh red soil, covering the surrounding weeds, and the weeds fell down or were blown away, and the central area was clearly visible. However, even with such bombardment, some Japanese survived and hid in the crater.

The Japanese hiding in the crater were glad to their good luck. Suddenly, they felt the deafening explosion suddenly left, and crawled out immediately, taking advantage of the smoke that had not yet dissipated, and ran towards the future. They knew that there were machine guns in the surrounding trees. They knew that there were machine guns in the surrounding trees, and they knew how to avoid them, swung their bodies flexibly, and dodged a string of bullets. The machine gunners who were ambushing the trees had lost some of them. They were not too late to defend, and there were only a few machine guns involved in the pursuit. Most of the machine gunners were still staring at the gradually dissipating smoke. They had no time to redeploy and aim. 7 and 8 Japanese scrambled and crawled back to the exit point and joined the elite team of Miyamoto and Akamatsu.

The stupid Japanese didn't know how to use the gun smoke from the shells, and they still hid in the crater. When the gun smoke dissipated, when they found that they were more than a dozen people to deal with the condescending machine guns, everything was too late. The bullet rains came back with the momentum of plowing the courtyard and sweeping the caves. The Japanese who were one level in their weapons could not effectively fight back.

The soldiers crawling in a row began their actions in concert from the three directions of northeast and west. Amid the sound of commands, they shot down the thatch in front of them.

"shooting!"

"Dadada..."

"bomb!"

"Boom boom boom..."

The weeds were removed one after another, and the Japanese were gradually decreasing. Many Japanese hidden in the grass were torn apart by densely raiding their bodies, and from time to time, their incomplete limbs were blown into the air by rows of grenades.

Under the observation of the warriors' fire-eyed eyes on the tree, the mortar kept smashing death shells into dense thatched places and into suspicious places.

After four rows of grenades hit, soldiers from all directions pushed forward 30 meters to 50 meters, and only a few dozen meters were left in thatched areas where the Japanese could hide.

Seeing that there was no way to win, the "aspiring young man" in the Japanese rubber garden, who had the weakest will, began to take off his white sweatshirt or crotch, tied it to the tip of the gun, lifted it over his head, begging for surrender. The devils who were dissatisfied with their companions began to blame or threaten, and the sounds of wow in the grass and rocks became quarrels.

A few dozen meters away from the Japanese, Ma Qian'an heard angry birds and sporadic gunshots, and also saw a ragged shirt tied to the tip of the gun. He wanted to surrender. Wait for a while to prevent the Japanese from cheating. Then he asked the people next to him, "What are they quarreling?"

A warrior who knew only a little bit of Japanese was randomly guessed, "I don't understand very well, it seems that there are pigs, subduing, and Baga, Your Majesty or something."

Ma Qian'an gave the soldier a blank look, Baga, on-board, I also understand these words.

"Prepare to drop bombs! 20 meters away." Ma Qian'an shouted the order that the batch of grenades were the last batch, and he was going to drop them all into the center of the last thatched area.

Hearing Ma Qian'an's loud order, a Japanese man who knew Chinese shouted with all his strength and shouted loudly: "Surrender! Let's surrender!"

"Stop dropping bombs!" Ma Qian'an stopped the soldiers' movements in time, opened his famous loud voice, and shouted at his team: "All soldiers obey orders! Stop shooting! Stop dropping bombs!"

The gunshots stopped in an instant. Ma Qian'an's fighting principle was to eliminate all those who resisted and surrendered were acceptable. As long as the Japanese lost their combat power, he knew that the Japanese were also very powerful in fighting beasts, and there were many people who were covered with grenades and self-destructing. If they were anxious, they would also suffer major casualties on their own side.

"Listen to the Japanese! We will guarantee your life safety if you are willing to surrender! ** clothes, raise your hands and walk out slowly, and kill everyone if you dare to surrender!"

A sound of wow sounds sounded in the grass. A few minutes later, one, two, three, and more than a dozen Japanese men stood up sparsely, holding their hands high and slowly walking towards Ma Qian'an with bare body.

When they arrived at the territory of Ma Qian'an, the soldiers quickly tied up the surrendered Japanese. The Japanese gathered in a pile of dejected and sat on the ground.

More than a dozen Japanese were both physically and mentally, and they were all slightly injured. Ma Qian'an looked strangely and called out the Japanese who could speak Chinese, holding his chin and asked, "Where are the serious wounded people? What about the injured ones? Who aren't injured?"

The young Japanese were extremely depressed, but they dared not not to answer Ma Qian'an's question. They looked at Ma Qian'an in a daze and replied: "All of them are injured, and the seriously injured can no longer walk. They know they can't do it, so they are ready to sacrifice themselves for His Majesty."

Cooperating with the words of the Japanese, explosions sounded loudly in several grasses, and blood flew everywhere in the broken arms.
Chapter completed!