Seeing that the Japanese chasing him began to retreat with their wounded soldiers and corpses, Wu Ming sneered and passed the road again and ran to the other side. After killing people and setting fire, he wanted to escape without even the door, leaving a few more dead ghosts.

"Bang! Bang!..." Several gunshots came from the depths of the woods. Wu Ming immediately raised his head alertly, frowned and thought for a while, and quickly ran towards the place where the gunshots were fired.

In the telescope, there were about twenty Japanese in front of them shooting at people. What's going on? Why are there anyone else working with Japanese? It seems that there is only one person, and he is really brave. Wu Ming lay on the ground and observed carefully.

After watching for a while, Wu Ming decided to help the guy on the other side, because the Japanese had already started to secretly divide their troops and encircle them. Why didn't that fool know how to run away? The enemy advances and I retreat, and I chases them. Don't you know that? I really thought that I was a superman, and that one person could stop so many Japanese.

Wu Ming aimed at the back of the Japanese machine gunner's head, because there was a fire when the machine gun was fired, so this target was easier to fight.

Bang, Wu Ming pulled the machine, and the Japanese were mute. The Japanese who were attacked from front and back were a little panicked. Two Japanese were exposed when they looked back and were killed by Wu Ming and the man in gray.

The moonlight was like water, and the killing and pursuit continued in the woods. The Japanese army, who had not received systematic jungle warfare training, suffered a great loss. Needless to say, Wu Ming, the man in gray often walked in the mountains and forests, with light and agile movements and good shooting skills. The two of them were just engaging in the Japanese, slowly consuming the Japanese's vitality.

The Japanese were running and jumping between the trees, constantly hiding their bodies. This time, the opponents really made people feel chill. If they shouted and killed the battlefield, it would be better. But now, who knows when will they be lucky to be shot? It's so terrible!

Wu Ming took off the Japanese military uniform and hung it on a rifle and a branch. He made a fake target, and then grinned and climbed up a big tree next to him. The wound on his arm was still very painful, which made his movements a little slow.N

Five or six Japanese hiding, jumping and chasing after them, walked past the tree where Wu Ming was hiding, and shot a random shot at the fake target.

Just as the Japanese were staring at the fierce man who had been shot several times in surprise, Wu Ming jumped out of the tree with a shout, and swung his two shell guns, "Dadada..." and shot quickly, and the Japanese fell down tremblingly as if they were blowing.

The Japanese who were chasing Wu Ming retreated and met with the five and six Japanese left. A Japanese squad leader frowned and looked at the forest on the other side. He kept walking back and forth on the ground, and there was constant gunfire and it seemed that the shooting was very fierce. Should he lead the team to reinforce?

Just as the Japanese team leader was hesitating, a blood-faced Japanese stumbled out of the woods, pointed at the woods and said intermittently: "There are many Chinese people, fast, quickly reinforcements." After saying that, he plopped and lay on the ground and didn't move. 1%6%K%small%say%net

The Japanese squad leader pulled out his command knife and howled. He led his men to rush into the woods.

"Damn, why didn't anyone pay attention to me?" Wu Ming lay on the ground for a long time, but no one came over, and couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

Listening to the Japanese running away, Wu Ming slowly got up and walked towards the left-behind Japanese.

"Huh?" A Japanese man pointed at Wu Ming, who was slowly walking over, and shouted in surprise. It turned out that this guy was not dead.

As he approached, Wu Ming grinned his teeth, his face covered in blood, and with such a smile, reflecting the moonlight, it was really scary.

Bang, before the Japanese could speak, Wu Ming took out his pistol, and suddenly the Japanese soldier leaned back and his head was knocked down half.

The remaining Japanese reacted now. Just as they were about to pick up the rifle in their hands, Wu Ming's bullets had already arrived one after another, pounced, pounced... With the sound of bullets drilling into the flesh, under the fierce firepower of the muffle gun, several Japanese fell to the ground before they could fire and resist.

Wu Ming smiled grimly, like a life-seeking messenger from hell, picked up his rifle and ruthlessly massacred the wounded Japanese soldiers who remained there. Suddenly, screams and wails sounded.

Huh, Wu Ming looked at the blood that kept flowing from the bayonet, breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and poked the horse's butt again. The painful war horses ran wildly one by one, some running along the road, and some crawled into the forest, and the neighing sound was very far away.

At this time, the Japanese who were transferred by Wu Ming heard gunfire from behind and found something was wrong. They stopped walking one after another. Some Japanese who were running behind had already started running back one after another.

When the Japanese rushed back, they saw a corpse in a mess. Wu Ming, who was riding a horse, had already run far away. He vaguely heard Wu Ming laughing wildly and shouting: "Saiyalala! Hahahaha!"

"Baga." The remaining Japanese squad leader was so angry that he waved his sword to cut off a small tree beside him, looked at Wu Ming's back as he walked away, and howled.

Hong Yue looked at the grieving women packing the men's bodies in a timbered manner. This time the Japanese slaughtered 56 people, only one survivor was bayonetized, and he endured the pain and survived, but his body was burned and he was moaning not far from her.

Her head was in a mess, and she didn't know what she was thinking. The cruelty and blood of reality smashed her persistent belief in revenge, causing her to fall into a state of confusion. It was originally a natural thing to avenge her brother, but isn't what her brother did really deserved to die?

"Kick, kick..." The sound of horse hooves approached from afar. Wu Ming rode a horse with a tie behind him and ran over. His face was covered with blood and his clothes were torn several times, but he seemed so majestic and murderous.

Hong Yue didn't even raise her head, and was still in a state of dismay. The women stopped and looked up one after another.
Chapter completed!