He teleported to the side of the truck driver, shot him, and then flashed into space. The car suddenly rushed a long distance and stopped only when it hit a rock.
The driver's brains were beaten out, the Japs were mumbling something, and the guerrillas behind them killed several more.
Wang Li counted them in the space, and found that there were only eight people left, including the two Japanese soldiers and the Japanese soldiers. During the intervals when the Japanese soldiers and the guerrillas were fighting, Wang Li put all the motorcycles in the space and piled up the guns.
The reason for collecting the motorcycles was that we were afraid that the Japanese might escape on them, so we would chase them away and release them to the guerrillas after we had defeated them.
Look, there are still two Japanese soldiers left over there, including one second Japanese soldier. Not many people came out this time. I guess they are preparing to raid somewhere.
A Japanese soldier was holding a foreign knife and shouting incoherently. Wang Li saw that he was in trouble, so she found a cover and shot him. Fearing that he was not killed, she shot him in the head again. Wang Li usually did not shoot in the head, as she felt that bones were easier to hit than flesh.
Now there were only two left. The guerrillas killed another one, leaving only Ergouzi. He kept kowtowing and said, "Please let me go. I dare not surrender anymore. I don't want to die. Please, please, for the sake of being Chinese, let me go." It was too troublesome to keep whining. So Wang Li shot him.
Before the guerrillas came, Wang Li had already released the motorcycles. Watching them cleaning up the battlefield, the little girl said happily, "Sister, now we have both guns and cars."
While they were talking, the political commissar came over to criticize Wang Li, saying that they were all Chinese and that he had already laid down his weapon, so he should not be beaten to death and should be given a chance to reform.
When outsiders saw Wang Li's words, they listened attentively, but in fact, she had already been daydreaming. She thought that if she had known that the slow-witted political commissar was coming, she should have driven them away and put the cars and people into the space. After all, once people entered the space, it was like they were asleep and could not do anything.
What a miscalculation. Today we got a full car of stuff, including guns, motorcycles, shoes, helmets, money, daggers, and foreign knives. We also put all the Japanese soldiers on the car, and pushed them to the bottom of the cliff, fearing that the passing people would be scared. This political commissar really thought a lot.
We had gained a lot here and were about to rush to the base when we heard gunshots about two miles ahead. The political commissar said, "Hurry up and get in the car. Look ahead. Zhao Mosheng, put the gun you can use in front and hang the dagger on your body. Get ready for battle."
On the second slope, the militia and several comrades from the Anti-Japanese United Army were holding a meeting when the sentry ran over to report that there were more than fifty Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain.
A dozen people looked down from the hill. The militia leader said, "Let's throw grenades first. Some time ago, the guerrillas sent us a box of grenades, saying they were sent by patriots. We can use them today.
Just then, two cars came over from the foot of the mountain. Everyone threw a few bullets onto the cars and then moved to another place to throw them. The Japanese soldiers below kept shouting and cursing, "Ba Ge, Ba Ge".
At this time, Wang Li and her team were not far from the Japanese. They got out of the car, found cover, and started shooting. Wang Li left the army, climbed up the hill, found a stone, ran back, took out a machine gun, and began her performance. Ba ba ba pa pa, da da da da, the car was toppling over and the driver was dead.
Wang Li didn't look at the Japanese, for she was afraid that the guerrillas would see her and ask her where she got the gun. She quickly put the gun away and moved to another place. The political commissar was very cunning, very cunning, and she would be ruined if he found out.
There was a Japanese soldier holding a foreign knife and giving orders, cursing, "Bage Yalu... The Chinese are dying... dying... You have a very bad conscience... Hurry up... and start shooting."
A puppet soldier nodded and said, "Taijun, we are surrounded. Let's run. If we die, we will die. We will have another chance next time."
At this time, a familiar voice was heard saying, "Don't retreat, fight me," Wang Li looked up and saw that this was what Liu Meilian had thought.
Wang Li thought, I didn't deal with you last time, but you came to me this time. Aren't you just a moth flying into a flame? I came to me to kill you. Hurry up and meet up with your Liu Meilian.
The aim and shot were perfect, a bullet right into the heart.
The comrades of the Anti-Japanese United Army said: "Which comrades are these helping us? It's so exciting. We kill them one by one.
As soon as the Japanese commander died, they were fooled by the puppet army and began to retreat. However, there were guerrillas behind them and the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces in front of them, attacking them from both sides. A few of them escaped, but the rest died.
Wang Li watched them pack up the spoils, packed up her own things, and left the place in a flash. She didn't want to listen to the political commissar's instructions.
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