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After repairing for a while, Huang Junyu asked worriedly: "Comrade Li Hui, are you okay? How about you go back to the headquarters to recuperate?"

Li Shiyi felt that Huang Junyu was right: "You have to ride horses in the next few days, and it won't be easy for you to recover from your injuries."

"No, I was just bitten by a Japanese bullet, I can do that." Li Hui said forcefully.

“…….”

At this moment, they were silent.

Little Li Qing suddenly asked curiously: "Why did the little squirrel fall asleep? It fell asleep several times and never woke up no matter how hard it shook."

Li Shiyi thought to himself: "If I don't knock it out every time I fight, it will be in the way and easily exposed."

“…….”

The four of them were silent for a while, and no one paid attention to the situation of a pet.

Li Hui, who was out of breath, asked, "Gong Li, your cannon is so accurate, why didn't you kill the Japanese officer?"

"Don't keep staring at the officers, the little devil's soldiers are even more inhuman.

What's more, if I have killed all the officers, who will continue to send soldiers over for me to kill? "

Li Hui retorted angrily: "Good officers will bring out the combat effectiveness of soldiers. How can they not kill them?"

Li Shiyi asked back: "You say the Japanese officer is a great one, but he is sitting in a sidecar. Is he an excellent commander?"

"... You're just fucking talking nonsense. After killing all the officers, is there anyone still commanding the Japanese?"

Li Shiyi saw Li Hui was furious and wanted to ignore him.

Drive your horse forward.

Huang Junyu and Li Hui slowly followed.

Huang Junyu has adapted to horseback riding, and it is no problem to ride slowly while holding the reins.

Li Shiyi opened the map with his previous doubts and pointed his fingers to ambush the surrounding area.

He said doubtfully: "There is a guerrilla station northwest of Liujiahao. Why don't we see anyone coming?"

"Could it be that the people were transferred?"

Li Hui couldn't answer Li Shiyi's soliloquy. He was carefully moving his buttocks to prevent the saddle from touching the wound on his thigh.

Suddenly, Li Shiyi's expression changed and he stopped his horse with a strange look on his face.

Huang Junyu drove his horse closer, looked at Li Gong's handsome face in fascination and asked, "What's the matter?"

Li Shiyi blamed himself and said: "There are guerrillas in the south. They are too inconspicuous. We should have detected where the guerrillas are early."

Li Shiyi asked Li Hui and Huang Junyu to put the bridle on the horse's mouth, and then he led the way accurately.

Four people and one mouse went up the slope and secretly stretched their heads to look at the march under the cliff.

Li Hui said in a low voice: "It's really a Japanese!"

Due to the narrow mountain road, automatic trucks cannot pass, so we can only drive three-wheelers on the side.

The three tricycles are in front, and the squadron leader sits in the last tricycle.

Huang Junyu was also lying in the bushes and asked Li Shiyi how to beat him?

Li Shiyi thought for a moment and then said: "I have to remind the people nearby that there is no way we can use the mantis as a car."

Li Hui looked solemn: "How to stop the attack? Is it with a gun?"

"No, we'll use cannon fire."

After speaking, Li Shi took the backpack he was carrying in front of him, opened the linen cover, and took out a grenade and ammunition.

Li Hui saw it and was shocked: "What! You came with a cannon?"

Huang Junyu was equally surprised: "I didn't expect that in addition to the 38 cap and cantaloupe grenade, you also had a cannon!"

"Don't make any noise, it won't be good if you attract the devils."

Li Shiyi stopped them from continuing to ask, gently pushed aside the green dandelion leaves that blocked his sight, and aimed the grenade of the Type 89 grenade.

Looking at the Japs at the foot of the mountain, thinking about the distance silently in his mind, Li Shiyi suddenly pulled the big trigger.

There was a soft "bang" sound.

A cannonball flew accurately toward the third wheel in the row like a parabola.

"Guerrillas?"