Maybe they don't pay much attention to the guerrillas in the mountains.
So what the Japanese used this time was the 11th-year-old direct-fire infantry cannon that had been basically eliminated.
The caliber is 70 mm. The shells are loaded from the muzzle, but must be fired with a match rope.
Even if it is an old-fashioned cannon, the little devil can still shoot it in a precise manner and with very high accuracy.
Hearing the scream, Madman Yang was thrown into the ditch by his brother next to him.
Boom boom, two loud noises.
Shrapnel shot out, gravel bounced around, and two columns of smoke billowed up.
Soon, Madman Yang stood up from the ditch and shouted: "Run..."
He took two steps forward, but found that his teammates were not keeping up. He quickly lowered his body and rolled back.
Crazy Yang asked the brother in the ditch in the smoke: "What's wrong?"
"Come on, I might not be able to survive..." He looked at his femoral artery being torn by shrapnel, and blood was pouring out from between his fingers.
"Leave?" Madman Yang shook his head: "Die together!"
"Hurry up and leave...have you forgotten the last lesson the instructor gave us?"
"No." Crazy Yang began to take off his clothes.
"If you don't leave, I will bite my tongue and kill myself now." He gritted his teeth and raised his cheeks, his face was full of pain, and his face was ferocious.
"You can't die..." Crazy Yang shook his head. He meant that he couldn't die by biting his tongue. Unfortunately, he didn't say much.
"Fuck...your uncle..." The pain made it difficult to speak coherently.
"Stop talking nonsense..." Madman Yang had already taken off his shirt, tore it into strips, and was ready to bandage it.
"The artery is broken...you know...it's useless...hurry up and carry me...you just need to avoid...the machine gun in front...climb up the cliff...you can do it." .." If it were an ordinary person, he would have fainted by now.
"I won't...use my brother...body...to block bullets." Madman Yang kept moving, almost word by word.
"If you... died... who would sweep the leader's grave... during the holidays... who would... burn paper for... me... this... single seedling... .It seems...I really want to...cut off my son...and have no grandchild...you want...to let me...down there...have no money...to find a woman..." That person on the ground Bit let go of the hand covering his thigh, and blood began to flow out.
Crazy Yang was stunned, and his mind was a little hard to turn around.
"Hurry up...the shelling...end...the pursuers...come up...brother...please...burn me some...paper..." the voice became louder and louder. The weaker.
He tilted his head and fainted.
The beating of the heart, which lacks blood return, seems to begin to weaken.
Boom...boom...
Two artillery shells exploded not far away from the two men again.
Fortunately, both men were in the ditch.
Madman Yang began to take off his leggings.
soon.
A bare-chested figure quickly passed by in the rising sun and in the smoke that had not had time to be carried away by the mountain wind.
Boom...boom...
Shells exploded behind him, sending shrapnel flying.
The shrapnel cut open Madman Yang's trousers and pierced the back of his brother behind him.
A certain puppet soldier who had slowly surrounded them raised his gun and watched the figure that merged into one person move. He hesitated and raised the muzzle of his gun.
Bang...bang...bang...
The bullets started pouring in.
The impact point of the artillery shells moved forward, and the puppet troops followed.
There are protruding cliffs on both sides of the mountain pass, and there seems to be no way out except entering the mountain from the mountain pass.
The company commander who directed the pursuit was a little dumbfounded. Release of water had never been done before, but it had to be done covertly and without leaving any traces.
You bastards are so ready to raise your guns and shoot them in the sky. Do you really think that the imperial army behind you doesn't dare to attack you?
The pseudo company commander only felt a chill on his neck...
Those... I should call them those two, did not run towards the mountain pass two miles away, but ran directly towards the cliff that jutted out to the right.
The cliff, which is twenty to thirty meters high, is almost as sharp as a vertical knife.
The two who escaped didn't stop at all.
Blood dripped down all the way.
The Japanese behind them stopped shelling, and the captain put down his binoculars.
A Japanese military policeman was whispering next to the captain, which basically meant: "All his tactical moves are completely derived from the Imperial Military Police training content..."
"What do you mean?"
"If my guess is correct, this person should have been trained in the empire."
"What do you want to say?"
"Be careful and keep alive, please."
"What if he resists?"
"That's your problem..."
"Interesting!" The Japanese Captain raised his hand over his shoulder, bent his palm, and waved forward.
A group of Japanese soldiers squatting on the ground got up, trotted towards the mountain pass, passed the horse, and soon came behind the puppet soldiers who kept shooting.
He directly shouted and pushed away the puppet soldier who was about 50 meters away and was close to escaping.
The Japanese commander who followed behind seemed to completely ignore the scene of the puppet soldiers shooting into the air.
The soldier carrying the body was fifty meters away.
The Japs formed an arc, their guns pointed toward the ground.
The captain once again waved his raised finger forward, and then, a squad of Japanese soldiers came out immediately under the leadership of the sergeant.
He was approaching the one who was running away from the mountain wall.
Madman Yang looked up at the cliff carefully, feeling a little desperate.
There seem to be some kind of animal footprints on the cliff?
leopard?
It's not like that. A leopard can climb trees, but it may not have the ability to climb such a cliff!
I can't care about that much, it's all dead anyway, I took a running start and dug my fingers into a small depression.
The arm muscles contract, the hands slowly bend, and the two bodies slowly rise up.
Logically speaking, if you want to climb such a cliff, you should first put down the bodies of your comrades behind you.
However, he didn't do that.
The puppet soldiers standing behind the ghost were stunned and shook their heads.
Facing this kind of cliff, if there are brothers pulling on it with ropes, it will be no problem to climb up.
You're carrying over a hundred pounds, are you kidding me?
My heart was on fire, my palms were all sweaty, and my eyes were fixed on the body that was slowly rising upward.
The man who was carrying his head was drooping and blood was dripping down. It seemed that he had died long ago.
With such a brother, death is worth it, some puppet soldiers couldn't help but think wildly.
The puppet soldiers guarding the mountain pass could not turn their eyes. They looked at more and more people outside on the cliff and wondered: "What are they looking at there?"
"You ask me, how do I know?"
"Would you like to go take a look?"
"The imperial army is watching from the side, and anyone who leaves without permission will be shot. If you are not afraid of death, just go and watch."
"Forget it then."
In the traditional Japanese culture, the mountain is a symbol of religion and the body of God, and mountain climbing is the most advanced way of worship.
So much so that the Japanese who had already arrived below the two men on the mountain wall took the risk to follow them, and the captain shouted to stop them.
"No orders, don't prepare to shoot!" a Japanese soldier yelled in broken Chinese.
Madman Yang didn't care at all. He had only one thought: Climb up!
He had completely forgotten about the nearly a hundred Japanese soldiers below, as well as the gunpoints of hundreds of puppet soldiers.
The location he chose was not the lowest point of the cliff, it had to be at least nearly thirty meters!
I had never carefully observed the entire cliff before, so I couldn't find the climbing route at all.
There is no safety rope used during training. If you miss it, you will most likely fall to death.
That's fine, it's better than dying in the hands of the Japanese!
"Climb, there is no way out now." This is not mountain climbing, this is climbing a cliff, and what is needed most is courage.
Going back would surely mean death.
A gust of mountain wind blew, making the clothes of the brother's body behind Madman Yang rustle.
His fingers grasped the horizontal natural stone sills, cracks, and occasional protrusions formed by weathering and peeling.
The two bodies also moved upward little by little, and soon, they were nearly ten meters above the ground.
The cliff has a slightly convex arc, and the slope becomes smaller as it goes up, making it relatively easier to climb. The key is that he consumes too much physical strength.
Looking around, it seemed that there were no natural stone ridges, cracks or raised stones that could be grasped firmly.
The bodies of two people are completely different from those of one person. First of all, the center of gravity will be far away from the cliff, and the force is simply not something that ordinary people can bear with just their fingers.
He had been standing still like a gecko for nearly a minute, his arm muscles trembling.
Still haven't found a place to lend a hand.
Madman Yang grasped the crack in the rock with his fingers firmly, and looked back at the dark figure below. The little devil was so close with his face raised.
The land in the distance seemed to become vast, and the desolate places seemed to come alive in the sunshine.
He knew very well that he could not hold on for long, his physical strength was being depleted rapidly, and the soreness and fatigue of his muscles were constantly eroding his will.
He tried his best to look at the Japs behind him, but unfortunately, the Japs were a little far away from the mountain wall. Even if he kicked off the mountain wall hard, he wouldn't be able to hit any Japs if he fell.
He was...desperate.
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