"Baga! Bagayalu!" The Japanese officer hung his arms and looked at the imperial warriors who fell to the ground. They were black guns shot from behind. The attacker was so despicable, shameless, so cunning and insidious. Moreover, this guy seemed not in a hurry to escape, but kept stopping and walking, seducing the anger of the imperial army and treating the imperial army as nothing.

Unforgivable, unforgivable. The Japanese officer clenched his teeth and waved his hand to signal the soldiers beside him to let go of the rope of the military dog. Then, he pointed forward fiercely, burst out a brief and murderous command from the gaps of his teeth, and rushed out like arrows with two military dogs.

The distance between Meng Youtian and the Japanese was much wider. He had animals to carry with him, and the Japanese were exhausted. A strip of white cloth appeared on the branches in front of him, and he carefully walked around. A barking came from behind him. Meng Youtian's eyes narrowed. He stopped staying, but focused on running out of the woods and pulled out the box cannon.

As he became cheerful, Meng Youtian rushed out of the woods and came to the mountain road. He was more confident in dealing with the attacks of military dogs in a relatively open place than in the woods! He ran and looked back, and two small figures moving quickly in the woods were already vaguely visible, and he couldn't help but hold the gun in his hand tightly.

Meng Youtian held the mule in a wider mountain clearing, which was far away, and the threat of the devil was temporarily lifted. The military dog ​​was approaching, and he took a deep breath and got off the mule, preparing to attack the two animals here.

Suddenly, Meng Youtian heard a dog barking in the woods. The barking sounded very messy. Although the sound was not high, it sounded very terrifying and urgent. After a while, a mournful cry and a sharp sound, the barking of the dog that was about to die was transmitted.

Silence, the silence in front of me, a rumbling sound in the distance. Meng Youtian's eyelids twitched, and a familiar brown figure walked out of the woods...

After two explosions of thunderbolts, the Japanese finally chased after them. The Japanese officer frowned, not for the dead soldiers, but for the two beloved military dogs. After so long, why can't they hear their screams, nor the screams of the attacker being bitten. There was not even a gunshot. It was impossible for the attacker to sit and wait for death?

The Japanese in front stopped and stood there. It seemed that they had seen something incredible. An ominous feeling arose in the hearts of the Japanese officers, and pushed a few soldiers away and walked forward.

"Haolong——" The Japanese officer choked only by his beloved dog's name.

The tragic scene in front of him was shocking. The military dog ​​named Haolong fell in a pool of blood and was dead. The brown fur was covered with blood, and the bitten neck was dragged to the ground. It had just died of energy, but the blood was still flowing out.

The Japanese officer looked away from the corpse of the military dog ​​and searched around. Nu Chi was in a very dangerous situation now, and Haolong's corpse was proved. He didn't know what was killing Haolong. But the ferocity of this thing was unquestionable.

"Angry red!" the Japanese officer screamed.

"Come back, angry!" The Japanese officer screamed at the top of his lungs, searching while shouting.

Finally, he found the footprints on the ground and walked along the footprints. He felt despair. Every time he chased his prey, as long as he did not lose his target, Nu Chi would never return. This is his temper. Even when facing a strong enemy, he would fight to the end as long as he had a breath. In order to avenge the dead Haolong, Nu Chi followed the enemy without hesitation and chased him relentlessly. The Japanese officers knew his mood well.

It turned out that more than 30 Japanese, who were aggressive, were killed by cold rifle snipers and thunder traps, more than ten people, including their commanders and seven or eight wounded people. Not only did they lose nearly half of their personnel, but their physical strength and morale also fell to the bottom, dejected, and walked slowly down the hillside with either back or support.

In fact, Meng Youtian did not have the luxury of annihilation of the Japanese, but after risking his life for a long time, he would always gain something! Guns, ammunition, and bodies of wounded soldiers, nothing left. Even if Meng Youtian, a landlord, failed to fulfill his duties.

"Bang hook!" The gun rang out, and the Japanese carrying the crooked machine gun suddenly fell down and rolled down the slope with the gun.

The Japanese were walking to the bare hillside, facing only a few places where attacks could be hidden, such as sparse trees on the left, grass on the right, or lying down on the spot. The subconscious reaction was that there was no time to think seriously.

Meng Youtian quickly pulled the bolt and aimed at the Japanese who were supporting or carrying the wounded. They were slow to move and concealed slowly, and they happened to be the target of attack.

A Japanese man who was helping the wounded to avoid was shocked and fell down with the wounded. The other Japanese immediately gave up their companions and rolled and crawled in search of hidden dangers.

Boom, a stream of black smoke rose from the grass, flesh and blood, and gun parts were thrown into the air, and the trap still played its role.

Being condescending was an advantage, but the Japanese on the hillside found that it was not the case. The wider vision made the enemy on the opposite side easily hit exposed targets on the hillside, and the woods provided the enemy with excellent concealment. He could move easily and constantly change the shooting positions.

The first thing that was unlucky was that the wounded Japanese soldiers who were left behind could quickly hide if they were not injured. They crawled and shouted and moved towards the nearby hidden place.

"Bang hook, bang hook..." Meng Youtian pulled the bolt of the gun and shot the Japanese wounded exposed on the hillside. His idea was very simple. All the wounded were dead, and the remaining Japanese were nothing to worry about. It was time to run away obediently, right?

"Bang hook, bang hook..." The Japanese began to fight back, bullets made branches and leaves fly. Meng Youtian stopped shooting and leaned in a small depression, monitoring the enemy through the gaps between trees and weeds.

The sunset was blocked by the distant mountains, and it was still trying to emit a red light as red as blood, shining on the hillsides, woods, avenues, dead grass, and the ugly bodies of the invaders who fell to the ground.

The gunshots gradually stopped, and the silence was terrifying. This silence made the Japanese devils even more frightened. The enemy, the guy with accurate shooting skills, was still hiding in the woods opposite the ditch? Are they still waiting coldly for their lives?

Dayong held a branch and walked in the ditch. The straw hat on the branch immediately caused the Japanese to fire a scattered gun.

"Bang!" The gunshots in the woods rang calmly. A Japanese man was hit because he was exposed and leaned against the trunk and fell down.

There was another burst of gunfire, and then it returned to silence, full of murderous intent. The hatred and fear of the enemy spread across the Japanese devils like toxins. If it was a dignified battle, it would be tolerated to sacrifice his life for the country. However, this kind of battle that could not see the enemy and the cowardly death greatly damaged the morale of the devils.!~!
Chapter completed!