Long Wenjian's leading action in escaping inspired a group of guys behind him who were still standing there, not knowing what to do. This made them suddenly feel that staying here for one more second was a torment. To be honest, even they themselves didn't know what supported them to stay here for a whole day and night.
Shuo Yu stood there and watched them run. He stayed behind, holding the only heavy weapon of their regiment, and stopped the enemy two hundred meters away.
In order to ensure that the artillery support from the east coast would not be in vain, the veterinarian looked back at Shuoyu as he fled, wanting him to run with him, "Shuoyu, Shuoyu, baby, baby, follow me!" But he was swept all the way to the Nujiang River by the crowd. There were two bamboo rafts standing alone at the ferry. They were made before, and they were now used in order to cross the river as a whole.
In the end, the veterinarian's hand didn't catch anything. Shuoyu raised his hand and smiled at him, waving it vigorously.
"Let's go, let's go--!"
The steep slope of over 70 degrees, even more desperate than when they blocked the enemy, the desire to live overcame everything else, everyone just ran, ran to the river, ran to the other side, absolutely no longer able to think about what to do after the run,
Long Wenjian was the only one besides the veterinarian who looked back. He wanted to see the fool who was covering their retreat.
Pulling him, kicking him, and dragging him to run, anyone who doesn't run now is a fool! They are the last two living people to reach the river.
When everyone saw the bamboo raft, they felt like they had grabbed a life-saving straw and rushed to get on it, fearing that if they were a step late, bullets would be shot out from the forest behind them and land on their feet. Milong's shoe was bitten off by the bullet, so he simply went barefoot to untie the rope tied to the wooden stake.
Since they started to retreat, Shuoyu's machine gun had not stopped. He did not dare to stop. All the enemies who wanted to attack the hilltop were forced to stop by the Type 92 heavy machine gun in his hand. They did not even dare to show their heads, for fear that they would be directly broken into two by a volley of bullets.
It's like one man guarding the pass and ten thousand men unable to break through!
At this time, the artillery fire from the east coast also arrived, and its effect was better than Shuo Yu had imagined. After all, who would have thought that a position attacked by the Japanese army sixteen times would suddenly receive artillery support for the seventeenth time, so that the Japanese soldiers did not even have the most basic anti-artillery measures and were caught off guard by the artillery fire from the east coast.
Shuoyu had used up all the bullets in his hand within a few minutes. He threw down the Type 92 straight rifle without any bullets, and killed a Japanese soldier who tried to climb up. Now he only had Changfeng, his good partner who had always accompanied him in "stealing".
"I'm a little sorry for you. Since you followed me, I haven't had a proper fight with you. Today's fight can be considered as compensation."
Shuo Yu was on the top of the hill, moving flexibly amidst the artillery fire. With his movements invisible to the naked eye, he wielded the Changfeng Sword and cut off heads one after another. The headless corpses appeared suddenly, and by the time the Japanese soldiers reacted, many headless corpses had already appeared around him.
The dark tank barrel was pointed directly at Shuo Yu's head. He just smiled and swung his sword sideways in front of everyone. Dealing with the Japanese's fragile tank was no more difficult than cutting tofu. He successfully split Meng Fanle's nightmare in two, and also cut off the heads and buttocks of the four operators inside.
The best way to deal with these guys who are not afraid of death is to let them know that you are stronger than them, very strong, so strong that you can easily crush them with just a raise of your hand. Only then will they behave themselves and not cause any other trouble.
Now, the Nantianmen Gate has completely become Shuo Yu's performance stage. In the eyes of the Japanese army, the enemy before them is just a mountain monster that appeared from nowhere.
Not only can they not be killed, but they are also here to harvest their heads.
If there is one person with weak legs, he will be the second one to run with you. Then there will be three or four people, and then there will be a group.
This is also thanks to the fact that they have had this unique horror story since ancient times. Shuoyu's appearance, with half of his hair long and the clothes on his upper body long gone, and his body striped red and white, looks very much like some kind of monster in the mountains that they had heard about since childhood.
Some guys were so scared that they wet their pants and fainted immediately. Others didn't want to run anymore and simply kowtowed to Shuo Yu, begging him not to kill them. Then they muttered something like the Sakura Country version of "I have an eighty-year-old mother above me and a three-year-old child below me" for mercy. Most of the people who fled were accompanied by a small number of people who still wanted to fight.
Shuo Yu smiled. Actually, he didn't kill many people. Most of the Japanese soldiers were killed by the artillery fire from the east coast.
The hem of his clothes had endured too much, and he was really afraid that one day the guys behind him would tear his clothes apart.
Shuo Yu smiled with blood on his lips, and looked at the guys who were already overwhelmed by fear with disheveled hair. Without thinking, he quickly turned around and ran away. It was annoying that they should still be floating on the Nujiang River and had not gone far. He did not have time to play with these Japanese ghosts here.
"Changfeng, stop playing and come back!"
An unsatisfied humming sound was heard, but Changfeng still slipped back into Shuoyu's hand and continued to stay behind Shuoyu obediently.
Shuo Yu did not waste any time, and quickly shuttled through the mountains. Along the way, he saw the wounded, weapons, and everything they had left behind by the regiment commander. The wounded could not cross the river.
Shuoyu had no way to pick up what they had thrown away, and he passed by them without even looking at them. He didn't even know if it was his body or his heart that was hurting.
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