Now the investigation team was divided into two parts. Long Wenwen took Meng Fan, Zhang Liu and Yang Danzi followed Master Shihang and his group to the north.

Liao Mingyu led the rest of the team southward, heading back towards Luqiao Township.

When they parted, Liao Mingyu and the others distributed a large amount of ammunition and food and gave them to Long Wenwen and others. Even Milong's mg3 machine gun was given to him. Yang Danzi temporarily acted as Long Wenwen's deputy shooter.

This is good, as the weight is reduced and they can walk faster. In the original time and space, Long Wenwen was delayed because he carried too many things and had two slow feet.

Instead, the pursuing Japanese troops moved to the front, eventually wiping out the entire guerrilla force.

Now that they were at the rear, as long as they went faster, they would hardly encounter any little devils on the way back. The group of people moved quickly towards Luqiao Township without stopping.

But even so, the weak Jiumei and the elderly Meng Mu were still a little overwhelmed. In order to go faster, Milong and Dong Dao carried them one by one on their backs.

"Boom...bang bang bang..."

Not even half an hour after leaving the town, there was a fierce exchange of fire from behind.

"Captain, it looks like there's a fight!" Kaname said worriedly.

Everyone also looked back in unison. Nothing could be seen in the dense jungle, but everyone was still very worried.

"Don't look back and leave quickly." Liao Mingyu said in a deep voice.

What's the use of thinking about it now? As long as they can get out of Heshun Town, the Japanese army won't be able to catch up. He waved to everyone to continue moving forward without looking back.

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At the same time, a squadron of Japs came from Heshun Town to the north. They searched in small groups along the road and along the edge of the forest.

"Ha Ya Ku! Chase after and destroy these rats!"

The sound of gunfire gradually stopped, and squadron leader Akutagawa was about to explode with anger. Just now, the Imperial warriors exploring the road ahead were ambushed by the enemy, and all the soldiers in the two squads were shattered.

The enemy was very cunning. His men set up an ambush circle and fled without stopping. When he arrived, only bullet casings and mutilated corpses were left on the ground.

"Your Excellency, squadron leader, they escaped to the northwest. It seems they are the Chinese guerrillas again." A Japanese soldier ran over panting and reported.

"How could the guerrillas have such intense firepower that they could wipe out two of my squads in just a few minutes?"

Akutagawa was suspicious. He observed that there were a large number of bullet casings gathered on the ground. The opponent had at least two machine guns firing at the same time. The firepower was also very particular about the distribution. It seemed that this group of enemies was not simple.

"Continue to search and move forward, and be sure to catch up with them before entering the mountains."

After finishing speaking, Akutagawa still felt uneasy, and arranged again: "Notify the brigade captain that well-equipped unknown armed forces have appeared near Heshun Town, and request tactical guidance to increase search efforts."

"Hey!" the soldier replied quickly.

The destruction of a patrol team and two assault squads is enough to illustrate the seriousness of the problem. This is by no means something that guerrillas like farmers can do.

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"How are you, monk? You're right to follow my arrangements, right?" Long Wenwen carried a machine gun and proudly showed off to Master Shihang as he walked.

"Haha, the benefactor is a man of great talent, and the monk admires him very much." Master Shihang bowed to Long Wenwen and smiled openly.

In just one cigarette, two Japanese infantry squads were wiped out by them. Although the two machine guns were credited here, I have to admire the meticulous arrangements of the man in front of me.

Knowing that the Japanese were advancing rashly, Long Wenwen ambushed his team on both sides of the path that the Japanese army must pass through, and used two soldiers as bait to successfully lure them into the ambush circle.

First a grenade greeted them, and then two machine guns opened fire instantly, forming a crossfire net that ruthlessly harvested their lives.

In particular, the terrifying barrage of the mg3 machine gun at such a close distance vividly taught little Japan a lesson. The remaining Japanese wanted to escape, but were easily killed by Meng Fangliao and others who had already circled their retreat.

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You must know that the entire guerrilla group only has 15.6 people. Usually, relying on the old sleeves in their hands to ambush, they will kill at most four or five Japanese soldiers before they have to retreat.

But now that the firepower has suddenly increased for a century, they can actually kill the Japanese troops who are almost as many as them so easily.

"I said, monk, the 38 cap is very useful. Why are you still holding your powder gun? Can this thing fire a second shot in a minute?"

Long Wenwen was a little puzzled. Now the team had also seized many small Japanese rifles, but this monk was still carrying his old antiques.

That thing not only has a slow rate of fire, but also has cumbersome reloading. It can fire two shots per minute, which is considered fast, and it can only guarantee accuracy within 50 meters. No matter how far it is, the projectiles will drift away.

"Once you get used to using this gun, just slow down. I'm a good monk. I can kill a little devil in one minute."

Master Shihang touched the gunpowder gun in his hand. It was used for hunting before he became a monk and has been used for many years.

Long Wenwen smacked his lips and stopped delving too deeply into this issue, and then asked: "Where should we go now?"

"You will reach Lianhua Town through this forest. Behind Lianhua Town is Longling Mountain, and our people are also active there." Master Shihang pointed forward and said.

"Will there be any little devils along the way?"

"It's hard to say. Several surrounding villages and towns have been occupied by the Japanese. If we be careful along the way, we should be fine. As long as we go up the mountain, we will be safe. The little Japanese will not chase us up the mountain." Master Shihang said leisurely.

"Well, you don't know your feelings well, so aren't we just trying our luck on this trip?" Meng Fanglia couldn't help complaining. According to what he said, there is a high possibility that there are Japanese people.

"Haha, Amitabha. Whether it exists or not, the road is over there. Everything is cause and effect. Just follow the fate."

Master Shihang put his hands together and said something quite Zen-like, and then the expression on his eyebrows gradually became sharp: "Fate has been determined, we must not force it. If there is a devil, it is our fate... Just kill him.

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Master Shihang, who just moments ago was reciting the Zen sutras about the compassion of our Buddha, suddenly became murderous. This huge contrast made Meng Fangliao and others secretly dumbfounded.

"Let's go, let's go! The little devil won't give you time to talk nonsense." Long Wenwen passed between the two and walked forward at the lead.

"Sir, will you come back with us when we get to the mountain?" the little bookworm asked Meng Fanglia.

"I don't know, it depends on what the grandson in front of me means. Aren't you tired of carrying so many guns?" Meng Fangliao asked in surprise.

The little bookworm was carrying four or five rifles on his back, all of which were trophies they had captured, but they looked a bit funny like the flags placed behind his back by an opera singer.

The little bookworm shrugged the rifle behind his back with great effort, and said with a silly smile:

"You're not tired. There are still many people over there who don't have guns. Just like me on the spot, they will be able to have their own rifles when we go back this time."

Meng Fangli curled his lips and ignored him, but the little bookworm, who was also talkative, became interested and kept talking to him along the way.

"Brother, who are you?"

"It sounds like your accent is the same as my hometown."

"I'm from Peiping, have you been to Peiping?"

... This familiar chatter made Meng annoyed and almost speechless, but now he was worried about his parents' safety and really didn't have the time to talk nonsense.

It had been more than half an hour since I came out of Heshun, and I believe that the kid's attention had been attracted by the killing of Bo Hui Ma Qiang.

They were heading in the opposite direction to Liao Mingyu. If they persisted for a while and got rid of the Japanese army, their mission would be considered complete.

After passing through the forest, there is an open field in front of us. In the distance, there are many houses arranged neatly under the mountain col. This should be Lianhua Town.

Long Wenwen looked up and saw that most of the fields were overgrown with weeds, with only scattered areas planted with rice and corn.

The originally fertile land now looks extremely desolate, and the little rice will eventually be of no use. If this continues, the villagers hiding in the mountains will starve to death.

It is heartbreaking to see this piece of land that people rely on for survival being ruined like this.

But at the end of the field stood a machine gun fortification built with sandbags, and a crooked machine gun was set up there. Several Japanese soldiers were standing around bored, raising their guns and not knowing what they were pointing at.

Something is gesticulating.

The guerrillas and others were lying down and waiting at the edge of the forest. Long Wenwen took a telescope and looked in the direction marked by the Japanese soldiers. The scene there suddenly made his pupils shrink.

Several corpses of villagers in ragged clothes were lying on the bare field, while the little devil not far away laughed wantonly at them.
Chapter completed!