In the snowy field in the forest, a dark horse stepped forward with difficulty in trampling on the soft snow. On the saddle of this horse, a hemp rope as thick as a thumb was tied.

Behind the horse, at the other end of the hemp rope, was tied to the middle of a ski pole.

At this time, Wei Ran, who was on the ski board with his feet, rode on the rope with his back to the horse, and pulled him with the ski pole that stretched across his thighs, as if he was riding a monkey bike in the ski resort, allowing the horse to pull him back.

"Click!"

Wei Ran, who was almost squatting on the snowboard, put bullets on the cavalry gun in his hand, then wrapped the gun strap with another ski pole in his hand and mounted it on the snowboard. With a slight bump, he aimed at the direction behind him and followed the mule sled.

"Bang!"

He seized the opportunity to pull the trigger, then grabbed the whip clamped under his armpit, and whipped it behind him without looking back.

With a crisp sound of "Bang!", the tip of the cowhide whip was thrown lightly and heavily on the buttocks of the dark horse. The horse also accelerated its pace again in pain, dragging the "single sledge" behind it to increase its speed.

After clamping the whip again, Wei Ran glanced at the mule that fell to the ground with the gunshots, and the enemies around who were hiding and preparing to open fire. He slowly carried the rifle on his shoulders, then turned flexibly, grabbed the ski pole with a rope tied with one hand, and grabbed the whip with the other hand and shook it a few times.

Suddenly, the dark horse accelerated again in the neighing, dragging him to run faster and faster, and ran away again before the Japanese stopped the sledge and set up the machine gun to fire.

At this time, he was almost certain that the Japanese Sushan Army behind him did not notice Cui Dahuzi's sledge, otherwise they would not have been chasing him all the time.

On the other hand, he was particularly glad that he knocked down the two dogs first, and even more glad that the Japanese who appeared here for some reason did not seem to bring more dogs here.

More importantly, the weather also changed at this time. Although it did not snow, it began to blew upwards and cold winds.

These small advantages helped a historian piece together the possibility of escape.

However, he didn't know that Zhao Jinyu, who was still far behind the Japanese pursuers, was still following him from afar to save him.

However, Zhao Jinyu was not in a hurry to take action. Instead, while following Wei Ran from a distance, he also broke off a few pieces of horseshoe mushrooms from a few birch trees.

Breaking these horseshoe mushrooms into fists-sized pieces, he then turned out a slag of thunder from the basin.

This thing is said to be the one that Hu Bazhi left before he went back to report the message. The reason why he brought this thing with him was that he was just to be blocked by the wolf pack again before walking out of the wolf trough.

Because of this, he simply took all the only two lanterns of thunder, and now it is time to use them.

He poked a gap in the horseshoe fungus with a knife. Zhao Jinyu cut down a small half of the thunders and stabbed the cannon twist into the gap in the horseshoe fungus with a small wooden stick. He then carefully hung it in the cannon of a pine tree, and lit the horseshoe fungus that could slowly burn for a long time.

After moving horizontally for less than a hundred meters, he used the same trick to hang up more than a dozen thunder pieces.

Moving a hundred meters again, he hung the last part of the firecracker. Zhao Jinyu first installed a new magazine on the flower mechanism hanging on the saddle, and then untied the large knife from Tian Xiaohu again.

After carefully touching the blade full of gaps, Zhao Jinyu took out a wine gourd from his arms and poured a large mouthful of homemade sorghum wine from Hu Bazhi's house.

"puff!"

Zhao Jinyu sprayed the sip of wine on the blade, and a brilliant rainbow that flashed and disappeared appeared in the fog and fragrance of wine.

"Chi!Chi!Chi!"

Under Zhao Jinyu's whip, the dark horse stepped out of its thick and slender hooves and ran away in the cold wind wrapped in snowflakes.

However, Zhao Jinyu had already sank on his side at this time, hiding his not-burly body on the side of the horse's body.

At the same time, he emerged from the horse's belly, observing the front and the side in the wind and snow.

Soon, he saw the Japanese, puppet troops and bandits riding on sleds or sleds.

After pulling the reins on one side, the dark horse that finally found Bo Le also gently turned the direction, almost pressing the butts of the pursuers, running from one end to the other!

"Da da da da da da!"

Almost at the same time, Zhao Jinyu also pulled the trigger!

Amid the harsh gunshots, the dense barrage of the flower mechanism hidden under the horse's belly suddenly enveloped the pursuers and mules and horses who were looking back or realizing that they were not good!

Almost as the magazine of this submachine gun was cleared, Zhao Jinyu also turned over and returned to the horse's back with a bravery, swung the large knife in his hand, and "swish!" and cut across the neck of a Japanese man who had raised his gun. He put the blood beads and wine fragrance on the shoulders of the other Japanese man. With the rush of the horse, he easily removed one of his arm and took half of his ear by the way!

"Da da da da!"

When Zhao Jinyu swung the big knife again, he also pulled out the box cannon around his waist and pulled the trigger to shoot a second round of rapid strafing!

It was not until this time that the Japanese who were originally unprepared for the situation behind them reacted.

But at this time, Zhao Jinyu, who was about to empty the box of cannon magazines, had already put a large knife on the face of a Japanese man again.

Even the big dark horse that was on the right path was smiling, baring its big teeth and running freely - perhaps it also found its horse's meaning, who knows?

While the bullets in the box cannon were knocked out, Zhao Jinyu threw out the large knife in his hand, reached out to pick up the horse box in the gun bag, and did not pull it out completely, so he directly pulled the trigger and emptied the magazine.

Under these consecutive blows, the rear of the mountain team was immediately killed and injured. Correspondingly, Zhao Jinyu's thighs, belly and even shoulders were also penetrated by stray bullets or brought out scary blood grooves.

"Chi!Chi!Chi!"

Zhao Jinyu endured the pain, waved the whip with his hand, urging the dark horse under his butt to run in the forest. With the cover of the surrounding forests, he avoided the more and more bullets behind him and ran to the distance in circles.

He lowered his head and glanced at the thigh that had just been hit by a bullet. Zhao Jinyu first changed the magazines for the submachine gun, box cannon and horse box. Then he gritted his teeth and untied the scarf torn out with the marching blanket, and tied the wounds on his thighs and shoulders one after another.

He carefully untied his clothes and looked at the wound on his stomach. A trace of despair appeared on his face. The bullet passed between the Kowloon belt and his belly in front of him.

Although the blind cat hit a dead mouse-like bullet, it tore open the muscles in his abdomen, so that he could feel the intestines flowing out of the wound.

Trying to touch the wound, Zhao Jinyu's face showed a moment of panic.

But soon, he tightened the Kowloon belt, bent down with difficulty and took out the last two Japanese grenades from the bay, pulled off the insurance pins, smashed each other, and threw them to both sides.

"Boom! Boom!"

After a few long seconds, the fragments and shock waves generated by the grenade explosion easily shook the snow on several trees around it, which could help Zhao Jinyu block his back.

Of course, the snow curtain that was soon blown away by the wind could not cover the obvious horseshoe marks on the knee-deep snow.

However, the Japanese who had just been raided were not panicked. They sent more than a dozen sleds and chased them along the horse's hoof prints.

His storm on his side naturally had an impact on Wei Ran. Not to mention anything else, at least the pursuer was attracted by a considerable amount of attention, and even some of the people in charge of chasing in front stopped.

The opportunity was rare, Wei Ran immediately stopped and fired a grenade behind him as fast as possible!

"Bang!"

As soon as the small shell flew out of the grenade launcher, he reached out and slapped the horse hard on the butt.

"Boom!" When the grenade exploded, Wei Ran was already pulled away from the place by the horse.

Of course he heard the gunshots from behind the Japanese, but he didn't know that Zhao Jinyu had taken the risk and came back.

At this moment, he just hoped that he had not bet on the wrong direction and was not blocked by the Japanese in the forest.

Can't move on...

While muttering secretly, Wei Ran tightened the rope and got closer to the horse. Then he held the saddle and put away the skis on his feet and hung the weight of his entire body on the saddle.

He kicked a horse with force on a passing birch tree. He immediately grabbed the reins and turned right.

The reason why he did not move forward was because he clearly remembered that not only was there a ridge further forward, but there were also fewer trees on the other side of the ridge, which was naturally more unfavorable to hide traces.

More importantly, who knows whether there are already Japanese behind the ridge waiting to make dumplings?

He suddenly changed direction, and the enemy chasing him behind him naturally changed directions.

Looking at the pursuers looming behind him, Wei Ran then looked up at the sky.

He was waiting, waiting for Cui Dahuzi and his two men to run further, waiting for strong winds and heavy snow to cover up their movements, or even if it was just dark.

Shaking the reins again, Wei Ran took off the cavalry gun on his back and poked it back, and continued to hang the appetite of the pursuers behind him, not far or near.

At this time, he also had four Japanese killing and throwing grenades, two flares, plus the last Japanese hand grenade.

However, there are many pistol bullets and rifle bullets. With the current situation, optimistic estimates are enough for him to fight guerrilla for one or two days or even two or three days.

After dark, we must serve the Japanese!

Wei Ran secretly gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He continued to circle the deep mountains and forests with the pursuers behind him, but did not notice the vague sound of marijuana thunder explosions that sounded far behind him, and he did not know that Zhao Jinyu was already injured.

Even what he and Zhao Jinyu didn't know was that after Cui Dahuzi drove a mule sled and pulled supplies over the ridges, he did not find Commander Zhao.

As time passed by, the sky gradually became darker and the head floated again, saying whether it was big or small snowflakes, but the wind gradually stopped. For a moment, there was even only the sound of snowflakes falling in the deep mountains and forests.

Looking at the enemy who seemed to have given up chasing the pursuit, Wei Ran let the dark horse under his butt continue to walk forward slowly until the snowflakes became bigger and bigger, and he stopped beside a pine tree.

He took out the anti-Japanese sword and cut down some pine branches and spread them on the snow. He let the dark horse step on it. He untied the animal skin blanket behind the saddle, carefully swept off the ice and snow on the horse and then put it on.

It was not over yet. Then he untied a Japanese marching blanket and spread it on the ground, and sprinkled some concentrated feed and coarse salt on it.

“Stay rest here”

Wei Ran gently patted the horse's neck, pulled out the cavalry gun from the gun bag and carried it on his back, and stepped on the snowboard and said, "If I can come back alive, if you are still alive, we will leave the forest together."

After saying that, Wei Ran took off the medical bag that he had not had time to hand over to Cui Dahuzi and hung it on the tree trunk. Then he hung the flower mechanism on it. Then he pushed the ski pole hard and started counterattacking in the heavy snow in the dark sky.

After running back in circles for about ten minutes, he noticed the enemy sledge walking back.

There was no rush to do anything at all. Wei Ran hid behind a pine tree and observed and followed him secretly.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Less than half an hour ago, the mule sledges stopped under a leeward ridge.

With the help or service of the puppet troops, the Japanese also cleared a clearing in the snow, and after they put the guns together, they lit up piles of long bonfires.

In addition to keeping warm to the tents on both sides, these bonfires also set up a row of lunch boxes with sticks on top of the bonfires.

He looked up at the large snowflakes falling above his head. Wei Ran, who had not yet entered the water for a whole day, took out a small piece of dried meat from Hu Bazhi and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he covered his mouth with his hands again, hid behind the tree and observed carefully.

After about half an hour, Wei Ran, who had already figured out the location of the light and dark whistle, saw that the Japanese lunch boxes had been taken off, so he calmly pulled out the grenade launcher and Japanese backpack that he had been carrying.
To be continued...