The shrubs on the riverbed are tall and dense, and there are many dry reeds more than two meters high. If someone sneaks in and hides them for a short time, it will be difficult to find them.

Li Shuanggui took advantage of this and drilled into the bush forest like a loach and quickly approached the main force of the Japanese army.

The Japanese were also confused by his actions against the rules. They couldn't understand why the Chinese didn't run back, but instead rushed towards their hinterland. Isn't that asking for death?

No matter how much they think about it, they must not miss the things they should do. Although they did not think that Li Shuanggui would have any impact on their side, the Japanese still sent some people to surround him.

As for the remaining Chinese, after a series of battles, they probably found out the strength of the other party, and there were not many local stubborn diseases.

...

"Brother Li!"

Seeing Li Shuanggui's figure disappear like the bushes, Qiu Lin suddenly became anxious and wanted to get up and follow him without caring about the wounded wound.

"Let's go down!"

"Let me go!"

Qiu Lin was about to struggle, but was pressed by the third platoon leader. The huge force clamped his arm tightly like an eagle claw, and he could not move at all.

The third platoon leader picked up a gun from the side and threw it over, and scolded him sternly: "What's the use of your current bear-like appearance and the past? If you want to help, pick up the gun to cover him!"

Qiu Lin clenched his teeth, trying to refute but couldn't find any reason, so the other party's words were indeed correct.

His left arm was scratched by shrapnel, and the size of a palm was bleeding. Fortunately, the sanitary staff had already wrapped a bandage. He was not left-handed, so he could barely shoot with a gun.

Enduring the pain on his arm, Qiu Lin picked up the G43 with a sight, shot wildly at the Japanese rushing up, and then numbly sent bullets into the bolt.

Before I knew it, tears had soaked my eyes. Even if I had no experience in the battlefield, I knew what the consequences of Li Shuanggui running forward now.

Maybe... I won't see you again since then...

On the other hand, Li Shuanggui, who was seriously injured, had run nearly 200 meters on the riverbed, and the wound on his lower back was still bleeding, which kept stimulating his nerves.

flutter…

Because of excessive blood loss, Li Shuanggui finally couldn't hold on and kneeled on the ground after his legs became weak.

The unbearable pain seemed to be numb, and there were vague shouts behind him. They should be the Japanese chasing him, and they were still searching for Li Shuanggui's traces.

In this small place, there are blood stains on the ground, so it is only a matter of time before it is found.

I estimated the distance in my mind. The more than 100 meters ahead should be the location of the Japanese artillery. It has only been half an hour since then, and the other party should not have completed the transfer so quickly.

He slowly took out the signal gun, and Li Shuanggui knew very well that once it was fired into the sky, he would have no way out.

Soon, a close Japanese Japanese man just opened the bush in front of him and found Li Shuanggui kneeling on the ground.

"Enemy はこちらです! Come early! (Come here, the enemy is here)"

After entering, the Japanese discovered that the Chinese man had been seriously injured, and the blood flowing behind him stained large pieces of clothes red.

Especially when I saw the other party's collar seal, I was even more ecstatic. It was obvious that this was a second lieutenant officer.

So he did not shoot immediately, but walked behind jokingly and pressed Li Shuanggui behind with a bayonet:

"Weapons are placed on your hands! (Put down your weapons)"

Facing the Japanese roar, Li Shuanggui did not show any timidity, and raised his hand with a sneer, and the signal gun was in his hand.

Seeing the other party cooperated so well, the Japanese soldier was very proud and it was also a contribution to being able to capture a Chinese officer alive. He was so proud that he began to greet his companions eagerly.

The Japanese behind arrived one after another, and while asking, they all began to frown and look at the Chinese man kneeling on the ground.

They really don't understand whether this guy was stunned, why did he run in the opposite direction alone?

"Soldier, will you kill him?"

"いいえ, no, confiscate his weapons, I need to live, don't let him die!"

The Japanese military officers were not in a hurry to execute Li Shuanggui, thinking that they might be able to get some information from him.

Just as a Japanese man was about to step forward and disarm the weapon in Li Shuanggui's hand, the latter suddenly raised the signal gun over his head and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Everything was too sudden and the Japanese had no time to stop it.

Whoosh!

Only a muffled sound was heard, and a bright signal flare dragged the flames into the sky, shooting into the air at a 60-degree angle. The fiery red light was extremely dazzling in this green ocean.

"Baga!"

The Japanese soldiers were frightened and fired a signal flare under his nose. This was clearly intended to give the planes in the air to mark the position.

The Japanese soldiers who realized it later raised their bayonets and stabbed Li Shuanggui hard on the back...

Puff! Puff! Puff…

Several bayonets penetrated from different directions, and the steaming blood flowed quickly along the blood groove on the blade...

Li Shuanggui, who suffered a fatal blow, vomited blood from his mouth and nose, instantly lost blood on his face, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

As the Japanese soldier pulled away the bayonet, his body also lost the last bit of strength and fell unwillingly on the grass.

The Japanese no longer cared about Li Shuanggui's life or death. The panicked sergeant immediately ran forward, shouting while running, sending people to inform the troops to evacuate.

...

Meanwhile, the cab of a B17 bomber leading in the sky...

The captain looked at the ground through the observation window, and no trace was found except for the remaining explosions of the bombs.

The two fighter planes were just reconnaissed at low altitude, but there was no discovery. The reply message sent from the command center showed that they did not hit the main force of the Japanese army at all, which was really troublesome.

At this time, the pointer shows that the plane's fuel is not much, and if it is consumed, it will not be enough to return.

The captain shook his head helplessly and signaled the co-pilot to contact other crew members by radio and prepare to return.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Just as the entire bomber formation was about to return, there was suddenly something brighter in the crack of a mountain in the lower reaches of the dry riverbed on the ground.

The bomb dropper clearly saw through the observation equipment that it was a signal flare emitting red and purple light.

"At nine o'clock, I found the guidance signal!"

The bomb thrower shouted hurriedly.

At this time, the captain and the co-pilot also saw the signal flare. Although they only stayed in the air for about ten seconds, the bright and dazzling light clearly marked the direction.

They all knew that this was the pistol-style signal flare often used by frontline troops, and the purple-red light was its unique logo.

"Skinder One calls, Skinder One calls, and the ground guidance signal is found, coordinates 65.4 south and 76.1 west, and all units immediately bombard this coordinates!"

"Skinner 2 received..."

"Skinner 3 received..."

The brief radio conversation ended, and the captain immediately climbed up and turned around, and drove the bomber to fly at a fast speed in the predetermined direction.

The position was not far away, and soon the three b17s flew over the target, and the bomb drop basin slowly opened, and the observer was also calculating the data needed for bomb drop in the sight.

There were not many bombs on their plane, only five 250 kilogram high-explosion bombs left, but the highlight was the one on the Skinner 3, and there were napalm bombs in the cabin.

"Height 800, right 3°, drop bomb!"

...

The Japanese artillery had just dismantled the cannons on the cannon into parts. Before they could carry them on mules and horses, they heard gunfire three or four hundred meters away. They used their toes to know that it must be the Chinese who were harassing them.

The commander immediately ordered the transfer to speed up. As for the small Chinese troops on the periphery, Tadayama Shiroo ordered his men to eat the other party as soon as possible, and if they really couldn't eat it, they would retreat. He didn't want to get too involved with the enemy here.

But what everyone did not expect was that an inconspicuous signal flare was the first to break the situation.

In a moment... the roar of the plane engine in the sky sounded again, and for a moment, Tadayama's heart almost reached its throat. This was the sound of hell that he least wanted to hear!

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Among the bushes on the riverbed, Li Shuanggui, who was left alone, was lying quietly on the ground.

The sky above is so white, but so far away...

As we die, the familiar people or things in our memory slowly emerged in our minds like a revolving lantern...

He remembered when he was being beaten by the instructor during training, and when he was almost scolded for being late when he was sending a letter with Qiu Lin...

The fierce but warm-hearted Commander Chen, who is usually a man of evil spirits and an instructor who leads the way, always likes to argue with him.

There is also the stinky boy Qiu Lin who always follows him every day, whether it is training or resting,

But all this will be gone from him forever...

The moment before his consciousness dissipated, he seemed to see the small black dots falling rapidly in the air, as well as the panicked shouts of the Japanese not far away.
Chapter completed!