Now the investigation team was divided into two parts. Long Wenwen took Meng Fanle, Zhang Liu and Yang Danzi and followed Master Shihang and his group to the north.
Liao Mingyu led the rest of the team southward, heading back toward Luqiao Township.
When they parted, Liao Mingyu and the others distributed a large amount of ammunition and food to Long Wenwen and others. Even Milong's mg3 machine gun was given to him. Yang Danzi temporarily acted as Long Wenwen's deputy shooter.
This is good, as the weight is reduced and they can walk faster. In the original time and space, Long Wenwen carried too many things and had two slow-footed burdens, so he walked in a large circle in the forest. He wasted time and was moved to the front by the pursuing Japanese troops. In the end, the entire guerrilla army was ruined. Team.
Now that they were at the rear, as long as they went faster, they would hardly encounter any little devils on the way back. The group of people moved quickly towards Luqiao Township without stopping.
But even so, the weak Jiu Mei and the elderly Meng Mu still couldn't bear it. In order to go faster, Mi Long and Dong Dao carried her on their backs one by one.
"Boom...bang bang bang..."
Not even half an hour after leaving the town, there was a fierce exchange of fire from behind.
"Captain, it looks like there's a fight!" Kaname said worriedly.
Everyone also looked back in unison. Nothing could be seen in the dense jungle, but everyone was still very worried.
"Don't look back and leave quickly." Liao Mingyu said in a deep voice.
What's the use of thinking so much now? As long as they can get out of the range of Heshun Town, the Japanese army won't be able to catch up. He greeted everyone to continue moving forward without looking back.
…
At the same time, a squadron of Japs came from Heshun Town to the north. They searched in small groups along the road and along the edge of the forest.
"Ha Yaku! Chase after and destroy these rats!"
The sound of gunfire gradually stopped, and squadron leader Akutagawa was about to explode. Just now, the Imperial warriors exploring the road ahead were ambushed by the enemy, and all the soldiers in the two squads were shattered.
The enemy was very cunning. His men set up an ambush circle and fled without stopping. When he arrived, only bullet casings and mutilated bodies were left on the ground.
"Your Excellency, squadron leader, they escaped to the northwest. It looks like they are the Chinese guerrillas again." A Japanese soldier ran over panting and reported.
"How could the guerrillas have such intense firepower that they could wipe out two of my squads in just a few minutes?"
Akutagawa was doubtful. He observed that there were a large number of bullet casings gathered on the ground. The opponent had at least two machine guns firing at the same time, and the firepower was also very particular about the distribution. It seemed that this group of enemies was not simple.
"Continue to search and move forward. Be sure to catch up with them before entering the mountain."
After finishing speaking, Akutagawa still felt uneasy, and arranged again: "Notify the captain that well-equipped unknown armed forces have appeared near Heshun Town, and request tactical guidance to increase the search intensity."
"Hey!" the soldier replied quickly.
The destruction of a patrol team and two assault squads is enough to illustrate the seriousness of the problem. This is by no means something that guerrillas like farmers can do.
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"How are you, monk? You're right to follow my arrangements, right?" Long Wenwen carried a machine gun and proudly showed off to Master Shihang as he walked.
"Haha, the donor is a man of great talent, and the monk admires him very much." Master Shihang bowed to Long Wenwen and smiled openly.
In the span of a cigarette, two Japanese infantry squads were wiped out by them. Although the two machine guns are responsible for this, I have to admire the meticulous arrangements of the man in front of me.
Knowing that the Japanese were advancing rashly, Long Wenwen ambushed his team on both sides of the Japanese army's only path, and used two soldiers as bait to successfully lure them into the ambush circle.
First a grenade said hello, and then two machine guns opened fire instantly, forming a crossfire net that ruthlessly harvested their lives.
In particular, the terrifying barrage of the mg3 machine gun at such a close distance vividly taught little Japan a lesson. The remaining Japanese wanted to escape, but were easily killed by Meng Fangliao and others who had already circled their retreat. .
You must know that the entire guerrilla group only has 15.6 people. They usually rely on the old sleeves in their hands to ambush and kill at most four or five Japanese soldiers before they have to retreat.
But now that the firepower has suddenly increased for a century, they can actually kill the Japanese troops who are almost as many as them so easily.
"I mean, monk, the 38-meter cap is very useful. Why are you still holding your gunpowder gun? Can this thing fire a second shot in a minute?"
Long Wenwen was a little puzzled. Now the team had also seized many small Japanese rifles, but the monk was still carrying his old antiques.
That thing not only has a slow rate of fire, but is also cumbersome to load. It can fire two shots per minute, which is considered fast, and it can only guarantee accuracy within 50 meters. No matter how far the projectile is, you don't know where it will drift.
"You're used to using this gun, so just slow down. Monk, I'm good at shooting. I can kill a little devil in one minute, which is worth it."
Master Shihang touched the gunpowder gun in his hand. It was used for hunting before he became a monk and had been used for many years.
Long Wenwen smacked his lips and stopped delving too deeply into this issue, then asked: "Where should we go now?"
"Through this forest, you will reach Lianhua Town. Behind Lianhua Town is Longling Mountain, and our people are also active there." Master Shihang pointed forward and said.
"Will there be any little devils along the way?"
"It's hard to say. Several surrounding towns have been occupied by the Japanese. We should be careful along the way and we should be fine. As long as we go up the mountain, we will be safe. The little devils will not chase us up the mountain." Master Shihang said leisurely.
"Well, you don't know your feelings well, so aren't we just trying our luck on this journey?" Meng Fanglia couldn't help complaining. According to what he said, there was a high possibility that there would be Japanese.
"Haha, Amitabha. Whether it exists or not, the road is right there. Everything is cause and effect. Just let everything happen."
Master Shihang put his hands together and said some Zen-like words, and then the expression on his eyebrows gradually became sharp: "Fate has been determined, we must not force it. If there are devils, it is our fate... Just kill them. !”
Master Shihang, who just moments ago was chanting the Buddha's Compassionate Zen Sutra, suddenly became murderous. This huge contrast made Meng Fangliao and others secretly dumbfounded.
"Let's go, let's go! The little devil won't give you time to talk nonsense." Long Wenwen passed between the two and walked forward at the lead.
"Sir, will you come back with us when we get to the mountain?" the little bookworm asked Meng Fanglia.
"I don't know, it depends on what the grandson in front of me means. Aren't you tired of carrying so many guns?" Meng Fangliao asked in surprise.
The little bookworm was carrying four or five rifles on his back, which were all trophies they had captured, but they looked a little funny like the flags that a martial artist put behind his back.
The little bookworm shrugged the rifle behind his back with great effort, and said with a silly smile:
"You're not tired. There are still many people over there who don't have guns. Just like me on the spot, they will also have their own rifles when we go back this time."
Meng Fangli curled his lips and ignored him, but the little bookworm, who was also talkative, became interested and kept talking to him along the way.
"Brother, who are you?"
"It sounds like your accent is the same as my hometown."
"I'm from Peking. Have you been to Peiping?"
... This familiar chatter made Meng annoyed and almost speechless, but he was worried about his parents' safety and didn't have the time to talk nonsense.
It had been more than half an hour since he came out of Heshun. He had just killed Bo Hui Ma Qiang, and I believe that the kid's attention had been attracted.
They were heading in the opposite direction to Liao Mingyu. If they persisted for a while and got rid of the Japanese army, their mission would be considered complete.
After passing through the forest, there is an open field in front of us. In the distance, there are many houses arranged neatly under the mountain col. This should be Lianhua Town.
Long Wenwen looked up and saw that most of the fields were covered with weeds, and only scattered areas were planted with rice and corn.
The originally fertile land now looks extremely desolate. The little rice will eventually be of no use. If this continues, the villagers hiding in the mountains will starve to death.
It’s really heartbreaking that this land that the people rely on for survival has been ruined like this.
But at the end of the field stood a machine gun fortification built with sandbags, and a crooked machine gun was set up there. Several Japanese soldiers were standing around boredly, holding up their guns and pointing at something unknown.
The guerrillas and others were lying down and waiting at the edge of the forest. Long Wenwen took a telescope and looked in the direction marked by the Japanese soldiers. The scene there suddenly made his pupils shrink.
Several corpses of villagers in ragged clothes were lying on the bare field, while the little devil not far away laughed wantonly at them.
Son of a bitch!
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