Just as the villagers in Kaoshantun were suffering from inhuman destruction by the Japanese, a burst of rapid footsteps passed, gunfire came from both wings of the Japanese at the same time.

The Japanese who were close to the outside of the team were shot and fell to the ground.

It turned out that it was Dragon Boat Festival and Long Qianyan, who each brought their own people to kill him.

Kujo Miyaki's heart instantly rose to his throat. They knew that once they were caught up by the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Fast! Speed ​​up! We must break out of the encirclement!"

Kujomiya Kita roared hysterically. At this time, even the Yamamoto Shunsuke, who was known as the devil, was a little panicked.

He is not a soldier at all. He can still pretend to deal with some unarmed people. When facing the real Chinese soldiers, his courage will be scared. He asked tightly: "Hiss Jiuzhao, what should I do? Don't leave me behind?"

Faced with such a corrupt body, Kujo Miyaki wished he could shoot the other party with one shot.

But when the opponent was still useful, he endured it. Instead, he continued to scold the Japanese under his command to speed up and ordered two infantry squadrons to defend quickly on the spot to block the Anti-Japanese United Army behind him.

The other Japanese fled behind Kujo Miyaki with those experimental subjects.

At this time, the Japanese began to become more rude. They used their butts and bayonets to drive away the people, and some even couldn't walk anymore. The Japanese went up and stabbed them to death with one knife.

The cruelty of the Japanese intimidated the women and children. They could only wrap themselves between the Japanese and flee the Japanese in the northeast direction.

At the same time, Dragon Boat Festival and Long Qianyan were successively blocked by the Japanese.

Long Qianyan's army was the first to be blocked by the Japanese.

After stopping, more than a hundred Japanese, relying on a small forest, they shot at the anti-Japanese warriors such as Long Qianyan who were chasing him.

Long Qianyan responded quickly and he shouted: Hidden!

After hearing the order, the soldiers quickly searched for their respective cover.

The Japanese shots were very fierce, and bullets hit the woods and made rustling sounds.

Long Qianyan was like a patient hunter, waiting for the moment when the Japanese bullets were fired and replaced.

Sure enough, after a high-intensity output, the Japanese gunshots gradually became thinner.

And just now, Long Qianyan shouted: "Beat!"

At this moment, all the soldiers rushed out from behind the hiding bunker and shot wildly at the hidden woods of the Japanese.

Rows of bullets were like dense raindrops, cutting through the cold air and slamming hard into the woods where the enemy was hidden with the sound of howling wind.

The moonlight shines on this battlefield mottledly through the sparse leaves. At this moment, these light spots were torn apart by ruthless bullets and turned into the light of death.

Each bullet carries the hatred of the soldiers for the invaders. They intertwined in the air to form a large net proclaiming death, quickly covering the entire Japanese position.

The Japanese never expected that such a fierce counterattack would be encountered in this short interval of bullet change.

They were hastily trying to find new cover, but it was too late. The bullets penetrated the trunks, teared the clothes, and even penetrated the flesh directly, making a heart-pounding puff sound.

The Japanese fell down one by one, some moaning in pain, while others were sent back to see their great Amaterasu.

In this grove covered by gunpowder, the shadow of death spread rapidly. Some Japanese tried to fight back, but their firepower seemed pale and weak in the organized shooting of the Anti-Japanese United Army soldiers and was quickly suppressed.

Long Qianyan's victory and defeat have been decided, and the Japanese can no longer stop the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces.

At the same time, Dragon Boat Festival also led another Anti-Japanese United Army team to attack the Japanese from another direction.

The Japanese in charge of the blocking attempted to occupy the favorable terrain in a hurry, but the Dragon Boat Festival was one step ahead of them.

The speed of Dragon Boat Festival is far beyond ordinary people. After discovering the Japanese's intentions, he carried a submachine gun and first arrived at the earth slope that was only seven or eight meters high.

The submachine gun in his hand quickly pulled the trigger and shot wildly at the Japanese under the hillside.

The muzzle of the submachine gun spit out flames, and the bullets poured down like a storm, instantly tearing the Japanese formation to pieces.

The Japanese under the hillside were caught off guard. Faced with the sudden fierce fire, they seemed at a loss and looked for cover to hide.

But in this open area, how can there be enough cover?

Bullets ruthlessly penetrated their bodies. Some Japanese were instantly pierced through multiple holes and fell to the ground to twitch; some were hit on the head or heart and directly received a lunch box.

The Dragon Boat Festival submachine gun is like a sickle that reaps life. Each shot takes away the lives of several Japanese devils.

The Japanese tried to fight back, but their firepower seemed so insignificant under the terrifying shooting of Dragon Boat Festival, and could only add some smell of gunpowder in the air in vain.

Of course, the Dragon Boat Festival is a fierce attack and the bullets are consumed very quickly.

But when the submachine gun suddenly made a sound of empty warehouses, the Dragon Boat Festival's eyes did not fluctuate at all.

His right hand held the gun without changing his posture. His left hand quickly pulled out the magazine from his waist, and then he heard a sound of a jam, and the empty magazine landed on the ground, and a full magazine had already been inserted into the magazine compartment.

The whole process was flowing and almost completed in the blink of an eye.

Dragon Boat Festival pulled the trigger again, and the submachine gun roared again. A new round of bullets continued to pour towards the Japanese under the hillside like an angry torrent.

The Japanese finally began to collapse in the face of this endless firepower. They fled around, trying to find a way to escape, but the bullets of Dragon Boat Festival followed like shadows, constantly reaping their lives.

At this moment, other anti-Japanese warriors arrived and cooperated with the Dragon Boat Festival to shoot at the Japanese under the mountain in an angry manner.

The bullet rain at this time is comparable to a real storm.

The Japanese didn't even have a chance to fight back, and could only dance one break-dance after another in the empty mountains.

The battle ended soon, and more than 130 Japanese were killed in this battle, and only a few Japanese escaped.

At this time, you can already see the Japanese trucks on the road on the Dragon Boat Festival.

At this time, all the Japanese trucks were on their lights. The Dragon Boat Festival even used the lights to see the Japanese who were fleeing on the road of gathering hundreds of meters.

"Chasing me, we still have a chance!"

Dragon Boat Festival loudly ordered, but at this moment, Long Qianyan also repelled the Japanese blocking troops and rushed to meet with Dragon Boat Festival.

Hearing the Dragon Boat Festival orders, the two teams quickly divided into two teams again and chased the fleeing Japanese.

"Run!"

"kill!"

For a moment, the Japanese were shouting to kill the four fields, which scared the Japanese to no longer delay and ran away with their heads in their arms.
Chapter completed!