Before the Dragon Boat Festival was finished, the soldiers of the Anti-Japanese United Army had already taken action.

They raised the submachine gun in their hands, pointed it at the back of the Japanese who were fleeing in a panic and fired.

Bang!

A gunshot cut through the sky, and a Japanese man fell to the ground, like a dead dog.

Immediately afterwards, gunfire sounds one after another, like dense raindrops falling on the heads of the Japanese. Behind each gunfire is the end of the Japanese's life.

Some Japanese suddenly fell while running away, with a blood hole on their backs; some Japanese were pierced by a bullet as soon as they turned around; some Japanese turned around and turned around, but only saw the black muzzle and the eyes of the Anti-Japanese Allied Army soldiers like the god of death.

The soldiers of the Anti-Japanese United Army vented their anger freely, and bullets were astounding the Japanese as if they were storms.

On the ground, the Japanese were corpses more and more, and the blood dyed the earth red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The Dragon Boat Festival stands on a high place and watches all this coldly.

There was no sympathy on his face, but only anger at the enemy. The gun in his hand also sounded from time to time, and every shot hit the target accurately.

The Japanese were frightened and fled everywhere, but had nowhere to escape.

The gunshots of the Anti-Japanese War soldiers were like the death talisman of the God of Death, constantly ringing around them.

In the end, the great escape turned into a massacre site for the Japanese. They fell down one after another under the guns of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers, and none of them were spared.

When the last gunshot dissipated in the air, the empty fields were silent. Only the howling night wind and several Japanese trucks fleeing far away.

Kujo Miyagi escaped, and he didn't care about his subordinates at all.

He just took Shunsuke Yamamoto and a small number of biochemical soldiers, and fled like crazy.

Dragon Boat Festival fell into thinking again and immediately ordered: "Leave half of the people to clean the battlefield. If there are not enough people, let Mashan Pao come to support him and provide emergency treatment to the injured soldiers. Long Qianyan followed me, the third company, the fourth company, and the others were all left."

As he said that, Dragon Boat Festival no longer cared about anything, and led less than 200 people in the fourth company toward the mountain road, and the parked truck rushed towards the mountain road.

These trucks were left behind by Kujo Miyaki Kita who fled in panic.

Dragon Boat Festival ordered Long Qianyan and other veterans to check the vehicle, but found a car that the Japanese had not had time to take away.

Of course, Dragon Boat Festival is not asking Long Qianyan to find ammunition, but worrying that the Japanese are striking their hands on the truck.

But the result disappointed him. The Japanese had no chance to do anything, and they left in a hurry.

Dragon Boat Festival immediately ordered everyone to get in the car and chase the escaped Japanese.

In the previous battle, no Japanese biochemical soldiers were found in the Dragon Boat Festival, which means that these Japanese were probably fleeing.

The Dragon Boat Festival cannot let them escape, they must be eradicated!

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At the same time, a kilometer ahead, a lit up on the off-road vehicle that was racing. Kujo Miyaki's face was as pale as paper, sweat kept sliding down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with fear.

Shunsuke Yamamoto sat next to him, his hands clenched into fists, and his face was also panicked. The off-road vehicle they were riding was pounding violently on the mountain road.

"Quick! Hurry up!"

Kujo Miyaki roared and gave endless orders to the driver. His heart was filled with fear. If he knew that he would encounter the Anti-Japanese United Nations, he would definitely bring more people here.

So he was panicked and very panicked.

And the same is true for Yamamoto Shunsuke, who was sitting next to him.

When facing ordinary people, he is a devil.

But at this moment, he was like a timid mouse, hoping that he could escape and ascend to heaven by following Kujo Miyaki.

However, fate does not seem to intend to let them go easily.

At this moment, a fierce gunfire broke the temporary tranquility, and the bullets fell on the truck behind them like raindrops, making a "ding-ding-dang" sound.

The Japanese on the Biochemical Forces were riding on it, and a small number of Guards from Kyujo Miyaki.

Kujo Miyaki looked back in horror and saw dust flying in the distance, and the trucks of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces were chasing them at an astonishing speed.

When Dragon Boat Festival sat on the front truck, smashed the front windshield and set up a machine gun, it was a crazy strafing.

Before the Japanese on the truck ahead could react, they were shot and fell from the car.

And above the truck, there were also two submachine guns, roaring, and Long Qianyan and another soldier were cooperating with Dragon Boat Festival to kill the Japanese.

The Japanese truck that landed behind was riddled with holes in just a moment.

Then, the rear tire of the truck was also blown up and instantly lost balance, like a wounded beast, twisting the body of the car frantically.

The Japanese driver's face turned pale in an instant. He grabbed the steering wheel tightly and tried to stabilize the truck, but to no avail.

The Japanese truck began to lose control, rushing left and right, as if it was about to crush everything on the road.

The Japanese driver tried hard to turn the steering wheel, trying to save the situation, but all efforts seemed so powerless.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the Japanese truck hit a rock the size of a millstone on the side of the road.

The stone seemed to be a roadblock set up by nature to stop the Japanese, and instantly lifted the front wheel of the truck on the left side.

Under the huge impact force, the truck went to the side of the car and then rolled down the mountain road.

The Japanese in the car were thrown to the point of being tilted, screaming, collision and distorted metal intertwined to form a tragic picture.

The truck rolled on the mountain road for several times and finally stopped on a weedy hillside. The body of the car had been severely deformed, the windows and glasses were all broken, and the inside of the car was even more messy.

The Japanese driver climbed out of the deformed cab with difficulty. His face and body were covered with blood and dust, and he looked embarrassed.

Some of the Japanese were killed on the spot, while others moaned in pain, waiting for the end of their fate.

The seriously injured Japanese driver looked at the anti-Japanese coalition truck gradually approaching in the distance, his eyes full of despair. He knew that this time, he could not go back.

Sure enough, before he could confess his sins in his life, the bullets that followed him sent him away directly.

But this time the shooting was the Dragon Boat Festival and Long Qianyan in the first car, but the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers on the truck behind.

They were in a hurry to hit the car in front, but they didn't expect that there would be dogs that could hit the water, so they were naturally very happy.

So all five or six surviving Japanese devils were sent back to see their great Amaterasu.

At the same time, Dragon Boat Festival and Long Qianyan continued to pursue the remaining Japanese.

With these Japanese as cannon fodder, the other Japanese used this period to set aside the distance.
Chapter completed!