Guo Si was "hot-blooded" and raised the machine gun under his feet in anger, and slapped it to the feet of Scarn's eyes, and roared in a low voice, "Scarn's what do you want to do? Don't forget that it was the Imperial Army who gave us food. If you don't fight the bandits well, you will destroy your weapons. Don't you want to live?"

The scarred eyes and the sword-striped face had long been aiming at the devotional Japanese follower with his eyes, worried that the boy would see something. Sure enough, Guo Si didn't give it for nothing, and he just glanced at him to figure out what was happening.

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There is no room for anything to return. I guessed that after this battle, whether it was the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces who won or retreated, I had some time to clean up the machine guns and cover up the fact of the lazy battle. Unexpectedly, Guo Si rushed up and was still so blind.

Hearing Guo Si's roar, the two of them turned around at the same time, staring at the guy who had no idea about it.

Guo Si was startled. Seeing the bad eyes of scab and sword bar, he immediately realized that he was talking too much. How could such a thing be revealed on the spot? Such things should be reported to Taijun quietly! Guo Si retreated to the ladder and stuttered: "You... don't come over, be careful that Taijun can't spare you!"

Guo Si made another big mistake. He shouldn't have threatened others like this. If you say something rude to life and death, the result can be imagined.

Scar turned around, lifted his gun, turned the gun, and pointed it at Guo Si. "Dada..." with a long shot, instantly lit up the two rows of bullets he had just pressed. Several movements were as fast as lightning, and they could not be fired. They could not send a single shot to hit Guo Si out of the stage.

Accompanied by Guo Si's terrified screams, Guo Si knocked through the fence with a bang, and his body fell down the high watchtower.

Daozhang's face suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his chin at Scar's eyes, "Guo Si, I have disliked him for a long time. You said a student with fine skin and tender flesh, why don't you know at least? Is it disgusting if you lick the Japanese ass furrow all day long?"

Scar nodded in agreement and patted his chest to match: "That's right, damn guy! We are ugly, but we still have Chinese hearts. We don't look like him. We look handsome, but we have a lot of poodies in our hearts."

Chuntian couldn't see what was happening above, and Guo Si's body fell down with a thud, leading his attention to the top of the platform. Chuntian became anxious. The machine gun above was fired, but the anti-Japanese war was killed. Guo Si, whom he trusted the most, was hit from the platform.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing above? Strengthen the firepower!"

Chuntian could only roar like this, and he had no way to avoid failure. Chuntian, who was still fighting with the trap, picked up a spear and suddenly exposed his head to shoot.

"Come on! Come on! I will die for Your Majesty, even if I die, I will still be honored!...Bang!...Bang!"

Chuntian's shooting skills were quite accurate, and the second bullet hit the bazooka hand in front of Hu Maochang's team. The bazooka hand covered his abdomen and lay on the ground. The first casualties occurred in the Anti-Japanese United team.

Seeing that Bazooka was injured, Hu Maochang started to scream, "Go! Go! Beat that Biaozi to me!"

Angry screams came from a distance, and the soldiers who were lying on the ground stood up and swarmed up. Several of them were living in the same house as Bazooka's Hand and rushed forward with red eyes.

"Bang!", the sniper quickly found the target, adjusted slightly and shot Chuntian, who had exposed most of his head. Chuntian's head broke like a broken watermelon, and his body was driven by the bullet kinetic energy. He fell backwards in an exaggerated posture, and fell heavily behind the wooden stake with a plop.

The scarred eyes and knife-bared face on the top of the watchtower immediately fell on the stage without moving. The two looked at each other in fear, secretly glad that they were "informed" and did not aim at the Anti-Japanese United Army.

As soon as Chuntian died, the force that urged the puppet Manchukuo police to resist disappeared. The already nervous puppet Manchukuo police immediately acted quickly and threw the gun out of the bunker to show surrender.

"Don't fight, the military men of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces! We surrender!"

The soldiers who rushed up controlled the situation, Hu Maochang stepped onto the snowboard again, and drifted to the bottom of the watchtower like a wind.

Looking at the dozen or so puppet Manchukuo police standing in front of him, Hu Maochang glared at them and ignored them again. These police officers were quite conscious, did not make unforgivable resistance, and took the initiative to surrender. This behavior made Hu Maochang unable to vent his anger that had accumulated due to the injury of the bazooka hand.

The pseudo-police had two large iron sledges and two reasonable mules, which became the trophy of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces. A soldier directed several pseudo-police police to transport food, weapons and ammunition to one sledge. The other sledge and a mule were taken away by the bazookaman's deputy and a small station soldier, and transported the already unconscious wounded wounded into the mountains.

A soldier saw that there were still a few prisoners and looked at the tall watchtower. He had an idea and called a few pseudo-police standing stupidly to sabotage the watchtower.

Several people were trying to destroy the strong and tall watchtower, which was really difficult. A few minutes later, the young soldier took out two grenades from the seized weapons and equipment and stuffed them into the gap to detonate.

"Boom!" After two sounds, the watchtower trembled slightly and was still firm. The small gap that was exploded by the grenade seemed to silently mock the recklessness of the little warrior.

"The turtle calf is quite strong!" The little soldier gave up further action depressedly. He wanted to completely destroy the watchtower, but it was impossible to do without human labor and time. There were not many grenades seized, so the little soldier didn't want to waste it, so he had to sigh at the watchtower and give up.

Hu Maochang looked at his watch again. From the time he launched the attack to the present, he killed three Japanese and one puppet Manchukuo police officer in a total of 20 minutes and injured one puppet Manchukuo police officer. Taking advantage of the time when transporting the spoils, Hu Maochang looked at several enemy corpses. The three Japanese were nothing good, and they were all killed by snipers. However, there was a strange phenomenon on the body of the puppet Manchukuo police officer. He was hit by no less than ten machine gun bullets at close range, and his belly and chest were smashed, and he took out a big hole.

This was not a machine gun on our side. If our Depp machine gun hit more than a dozen shots at a distance of hundreds of meters, the kid would have lost the upper half, and it would not have been just a big hole.

Seeing Hu Maochang staring at Guo Si's body, scarred eyes were afraid that Hu Maochang would ask any difficult questions, so he hurriedly shouted a report and asked to speak to the chief of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces.

Scarred eyes were brought closer, and first glanced at Guo Si who was lying on his back, then secretly glanced at Hu Maochang, and asked quietly: "Sir, please be good, please let me bury my brother. There is a big ditch not far away, which is a good place."

"Who are you……?"

"I'm a machine gunner."

"Oh...! Go! Remember to bury it deeper, don't let cats and dogs dig it out!" Hu Maochang gave him a meaningful smile at Scar's eyes, then turned his back to him, waved his wrist, "Go!"

Twenty minutes later, Hu Maochang led a team of people back with a full load. A small nail-pull battle ended in less than 40 minutes. In addition to killing four enemy troops, more than 200 kilograms of grain, more than a dozen rifles and pistols and two 96, although one was obviously faulty.

After dozens of minutes, the Japanese reinforcements who rushed over saw only the post-war battlefield. More than a dozen "dejected" puppet policemen sat around the bodies silently, and all the useful materials in this small base were gone.

"Baga!", the squadron leader who led the team cursed helplessly and angrily. He was helpless against a small team like the erratic squadron of the Confrontation Alliance. He had too few troops on hand, too loose blockades, and too many watchtowers to be cared for. It was far from enough to have the mobile force of the two squadrons.

At the same time, Masato Nori, who was taught in person by Meijiro Umezu in Changchun, was sitting in his spacious and bright Harbin headquarters, holding a ragged diary in his hand and meditating.

There was a large map in front of him, with several magnifying glasses, steel tape measure and other drawing tools on the map.

This diary was found in an abandoned camp when the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces was searched a few years ago. According to the above records, it is concluded that the owner of this diary is still a high-level commander of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces.

The indomitable fighting spirit of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces made Noble Deputy Masato scratch his head. Judging from the diary, the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces in that era was much worse than it is now. Their lives were simply inhumane, so why could they survive?

Nobuo Masato's eyes couldn't help but fall on the page he turned on, which he had been watching for a long time.

"October 20th, it was late at night in the small river valley. There were only a few dozen people left, and more than ten people were starved to death by horses. From then on, they lost their ability to move quickly, which was very regretful.

On November 6, the enemy was chasing me very quickly, less than ten miles away from me. Yesterday and today, I had no food for two days, and I was in a state of cold and hungry! 2 The soldiers had a high fever and were weak, and could not bear to drag everyone down. They scolded me for leaving quickly. Don’t think of them as a joke, and farewell to tears!

On November 16, the fighter's feet were torn and his clothes were thin, not only not enough to protect against the severe cold, but even unable to walk; the blockade was severe, and the masses were isolated, so he could not be anxious about the difficulties of replenishing them!

November 20th, fight!

On November 21, fight, fight, seize dozens of kilograms of grain and bullets from the enemy's corpse, and fight.

On November 25, the ammunition was about to be exhausted and the food was gone. There were only ten people left in the remaining troops. The battle was fierce yesterday and he could hardly escape. Wang and Zhang cut off their backs and blocked the enemy to death. He heard several loud noises of grenades.

On December 1st, it was snowing heavily. The remaining six people lost all their strength and lay in a long abandoned shack of a fellow villager. There were Japanese people shouting in the distance. I guess they would attack here soon. The six of us were about to die. We smiled and said frankly, looking forward to the day of victory... Let's write here first, I want to keep some strength to hide it... The gunshot is approaching

Nobuya sighed softly and closed the diary.

Such a difficult journey has not made the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces give up resistance. So now? The situation of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces is much stronger than that time, which is really worrying!
Chapter completed!