The mutation suddenly broke out, and there was a commotion in the crowd. Zhao Hong's shouts, coupled with the death of the puppet army, seemed to arouse the remaining bloodiness of some people.

"Fight!" A man standing in the middle of the axle suddenly screamed, spread his arms and slammed forward with force. The few people in front were caught off guard and rolled and crawled down.

"Damn it, let's die together!" A village cadre rushed, hugged the Japanese in front, and rolled down the slope with an ordinary person.

Bang, bang, Wu Ming took advantage of the chaos and seized the opportunity to kill two exposed enemies in a row.

This was even more chaotic. When the people saw the Japanese and puppet troops around them being killed one after another, their confidence increased and they all resisted. The timid women and the elderly either squatted down or rolled down the slope. The bolder young people took advantage of the opportunity that the Japanese and puppet troops were a little timid because they were afraid of Wu Ming's magical shooting skills and could not let go. They either carried the enemy down the slope, or turned around to fight the enemy.

Because the puppet army and the Japanese were holding spears, they squeezed and rubbed on the slope and couldn't use it. In addition, Wu Ming kept killing the exposed enemies. Although there were casualties in the confrontation, more and more ordinary people broke free from their constraints, rolled down the slope and ran away.

When the old Japanese in the distance saw an accident, they hurriedly pulled out their command knife and ordered the brigade to rush forward.

At this time, a large number of guerrillas suddenly appeared from the side and back of the enemy. They shouted loudly and roared angrily, like a sharp knife inserted into the enemy's back.

Zhao Sihai took the lead, rushed towards the enemy with a bright bayonet with a pale face.

Due to the blocking of Wu Ming and others, most of the Japanese troops moved from behind to front, and their attention was also attracted. They were caught off guard and fell into a passive position.

Facing the guerrillas rushing towards him, the old Japanese had to give up supporting the front team first, commanding the Japanese and puppet troops to kill behind, and colliding with the guerrillas head-on.

Zhao Hong was relatively weak. When she rolled downhill, her body was hurt by stones and soil, and her feet twisted. She couldn't stand up for a while, so she had to sit on the ground and took out the pistol hidden in her arms, preparing to fight to the death.

An ordinary person and a Japanese rolled over in a group, but the Japanese were a little more powerful, so they pushed the people away, stood up, raised their feet and kicked them at the head.

Bang, a stream of blue smoke came out of Zhao Hong's gun. Looking at the Japanese with wide eyes, turning their heads to look at him. Zhao Hong quickly shot again, cursing, "Battle you little Japanese to death."

After all the five Japanese were eliminated, especially after the small team leader of the puppet army was knocked down by Wu Ming, more than a dozen puppet army lost their backbone and were entangled by a group of desperate people. They punched, kicked, bited their heads, and bite them. Even women comrades did not seize the opportunity to perform their unique skills, either leaving a few blood marks on the face of the puppet army, or pulling off the puppet army's hair, or holding the puppet army's thighs, and biting them tightly.

Seeing that the Japanese brigade and the guerrillas had no time to take care of it. It was a good opportunity to deal with these dozen enemies, Wu Ming carried his sniper rifle, carried a box cannon in his hand, and rushed over like an enclave. Behind him were five female soldiers who followed closely.

After running for more than 400 meters in one breath, Wu Ming rushed to the top of the slope, raised his hand and shot. Dang, Dang, Dang, several puppet troops who were busy fell down.

These few shots suddenly suffocated the people in the melee, and stopped moving at the same time, turning to look at the fierce Wu Ming.

Wu Ming snorted, broke into the crowd directly, pulled the common people away with his thick arms. When he saw the puppet army, he didn't say anything, and raised his hand and shot him.

The common people looked at Wu Ming with a stunned shot and shot the puppet army with one shot on the left and the right. They forgot to escape for a while. Seeing that the situation was not good, the puppet army fled in panic was killed by several female soldiers who rushed over afterwards.

"Why are you all standing there?" Wu Ming glared at the eyes and shouted at the common people, "Why don't you run away quickly, and where will you catch you when the Japanese come back?"

The common people were stunned for a moment, and ran away with a loud bang.

"Are you crazy?" Shen Min stared at Wu Ming, "So many enemies, if someone hides in the crowd and shoots you, what should you do if you ask me... what should we do?"

Looking at Shen Min's fierce look, everyone was surprised because she had always been very quiet and had never had such a harsh voice.

A warm feeling surged in Wu Ming's heart. It was really good that someone cared for and loved. This kind of heartfelt and without any false care is even more touching.

"I'm sorry, I've worried you." Because Wu Ming was wearing a headcoat, others could not see his expression change at all, so he had to apologize in a sincere tone.

"Forget it, Amin." Wang Ying pulled Shen Min's sleeve, "No. 1 admitted his mistake. I sounded very sincere. Don't be angry."

"Don't be angry, women are angry and can easily get older." Wu Ming joked, "Come on, there is still a fight over there, let's help them!"

Zhao Hong stood up with the help of two women who saved the meeting and looked at Wu Ming on the slope thoughtfully. The guy's voice sounded very familiar, and he seemed to have heard it somewhere.

"Hey, lame, you're waiting in the woods over there. After fighting the Japanese, you can make bell noodles for me to eat." Wu Ming turned to Zhao Hong and said loudly.

Zhao Hong suddenly remembered it, and her face couldn't help but turn red. She couldn't tell it because she was covered with ash. She glared at Wu Ming fiercely, and still directed the subordinates of the Women's Rescue Association to stagger towards the grove.

Wu Ming led five people to lie on the small slope and began to aim and shoot at the enemies on the battlefield.

"What is the ringing face?" Shen Min asked quietly, "How do you know she can do it?"

"Oh, this ringing, ringing face, a woman can do it, it's simple." Wu Ming said casually, "Everyone is more attentive and aims at the Japanese to fight. The Japanese are dead, and the remaining puppet troops will be vulnerable."

Ma Yuanfang and Zhao Sihai each led a small team of men to attack the enemy. At this time, due to the relationship between Wu Ming and others, the number of people on both sides was similar. In the initial battle, the Japanese had not yet reacted. Facing the puppet army, the guerrillas had the upper hand. However, after more than 30 Japanese came to join the war with two machine guns and two grenade launchers, the battle situation was in a stalemate, and there was even a tendency to lean towards the Japanese.

The Japanese devils' two machine guns were shouting wildly, and their *-like bullets were splashed at the guerrillas, which made the guerrillas unable to raise their heads.

The only suppression firepower in the guerrillas was that the machine gun had not fired many bullets, and the Japanese grenade launcher fell from the sky. Two machine gun shooters were killed and injured, and the machine gun was also blown up.
Chapter completed!