This time, he was the vanguard. He drove the road with a knife. Milong was behind him. Milong was very relaxed. As a machine gunner who was ready for battle at any time, he always had light loads, so he brought machine guns and several spare magazines. The price was that the bean cake next to him was a human-shaped mule, and even the dry food bag contained spare magazines.

The tireless Jiang Song ran from the team to the end of the team, "Don't pull one! Pulling one is like trampling down the road!"

Veterinarian Hao patted the cripple, "The messenger, within three meters."

The cripple shook his head, "No need. I won't tease this time."

Veterinarian Hao simply didn't believe his ears, "What?"

"I'll work with him this time!"

Milong was simply happy, "Let's go poke the little Japanese ass again? Why don't you take it off?"

The lame man looked at him silently, and even Milong shook his fingers in front of him.

Yao Ma teased him, "Are you addicted? You don't have your wife in the woods."

"No, my machine gun is going to fire. I will stop the one in front of me and make a big colander." Milong scared him.

"You come ahead." Yaoma said.

He turned around and grabbed a snake that opened its way in his hand and shook it towards Milong. Milong took a step back with a pale face. People in Northeast China saw few snakes, and he was afraid of snakes.

Yao Ma Yi's victory expression, "What are you afraid of? Your wife! You don't like it? There are hundreds of people waiting in front of you."

Jiang Song cursed behind him: "Daoist soldiers, do you want me to transfer the wounded to come forward to serve you?"

Everyone was honest and wanted to throw the snake into the jungle on the side of the road, and the snake's butt would never waste leaving the queue to punch the snake into its luggage.

Jiang Song said nothing when he gave up his position, so many people, such as Milong Yaoma, were ambitious and insisted that this was the initiative they had always longed for.

The sky became darker and darker, and everyone was still moving forward. The misunderstanding made a fragile atmosphere of victory permeate them. Kang Ya, who was on the flank, broke out to pick a wild flower and put it in a muzzle. His vulgarity and his inspiration were not sympathetic, but they were shaking off in a bad manner.

There were so many wild flowers and weeds, so Kangya picked up the flowers with her left hand and smiled with a saliva on her face.

Not spicy threatened Kang Ya, "If you come again, I will kill you."

Kang Ya was still laughing, "You can kill me."

He would use a rifle that was not spicy as a vase if he had to die. He would not shake it off any more. He waved at the beggar guy like a fly, and he was not here.

Jiang Song shouted at the end of the team: "Veter! You have your business here!"

Veterinary Hao hurriedly ran past Bula, muttering: "You are the veterinarian."

Instead of looking at the team, don't sting.

The concern that is not spicy is the hell of the cripple. His close friend wants Ma Zheng and Milong to be the vanguard.

The cripple walked behind Yaoma and Milong, leaning on a gun. He was very disappointed because his legs hurt and because the two men had never stopped quarrels along the way. Veterinary Hao went to the tail end of the team to take care of the patients. The bean cakes walking beside the cripple were similar to a panting lump of wood.

Even the birds and beasts that have never stopped in the dense forest made the Sichuan people quarrel with the Northeastern people.

"The owl is crying. Count the eyebrows of the Northeastern man. When it counts, you will go back to your hometown. Alas." You are going to cause trouble.

Milong said disdainfully: "Blow. You will blow as if you die. There are more night owls in my hometown than old hens. My rats can swallow you even if they are bigger. I also have a blind bear in my house. When you see you, a little southerner, sit on a small stool, you will finish it with a squeak, and you will roll up the green onions and slap you."

Yaoma then responded, "My hometown..."

The cripple is almost annoyed, "I'm going to go back to your hometown in the dead! Is it over?"

Everyone was going up the mountain, one road, and there were airtight vegetation and large trees stacked like walls on both sides. Obviously, none of the two regarded the lame as their opponents.

"You have a hammer in your hometown. There is a big savage in my hometown. If you shave your hair, it will be the same as your baby. Do you have this bird in your hometown? What's the name?" You tilted your head and pointed at the direction of the bird's chirping.

The bird that was yelling happened to be some kind of bird unique to the south. The mysterious dragon choked, "…Hanzi."

I'm afraid I don't know what Han Xiaozi is, but his purpose is that Milong said nothing is right. "Han Xiaozi?" He followed the bird and shouted, "Mr. Guo, Duke Guo?"

The mysterious dragon hesitated and guessed, "Flying Dragon Bird?"

I want to chase after me, "What's the point?"

"The flying dragon bird is coming to Myanmar? Milong, have you put the backpack in your Daxinganling Mountains?" The cripple interrupted Milong's thoughts.

When the mysterious dragon scratched his ears and heads, the birds in the steep slopes and dense forests in front began to respond, with the tone exactly the same as the ones: "Mr. Guo, Duke Guo."

I'm surprised and happy, "This bird is sensible, Guo Guo and Guo Gong!"

The bird is also called: "Guo Guo and Guo Gong."

There was a small open space on the road ahead of everyone, and the sound of birds came from the steep slope above. The harsh thunder was so loud that he showed off his bird song to the forest: "Mr. Guo Guo, Mr. Guo, Mr. Guo, Mr. Guo, Mr. Guo, Mr. Guo..."

"Baga!" They looked at the bushes on the steep slope, revealing a man wrapped in branches and leaves. Under the steel helmet wrapped in branches and leaves, his Japanese-style surprised and angry face was revealed. He thought he was a bird, but he thought he was a bastard colleague's joke.

They stared at each other for several seconds. Then the Japanese army turned around and wanted to get back to the jungle where he was hidden. He slid and rolled to the bottom, rolling until his feet were about to numb, and even his gun was thrown off.

They woke up at the same time. The lame man put the gun on his shoulder. Milong raised the machine gun in his hand, and the reaction was the fastest. He stabbed a bayonet into the chest of the road encounter.

The lame man heard the loud noises on the steep slope again, and looked at the glimmer of the steel helmets in the branches. The first sound of the gun was heard. I was watching the thunderous head from behind. His last consciousness was to keep standing with the gun still stuck on the enemy. He tried for about a second, and then fell straight onto the Japanese corpse.

The cripple screamed almost scared him, "Japanese!"

Milong pounced down and opened the tripod. The cripple fired the first shot of the fight back blindly. Dou Ping was busy picking up the magazine that fell all over the floor when he was lying down. Then the tongue of flame poured down almost vertically, pouring it around the cripple. When he was about to fire the second shot, he found that he was retreating. Dou Ping and several other vanguards were holding my feet and dragging it back. As soon as the machine gun bullet was dragged off, it was hit in the lying position I had just fallen.

Everyone got into the thorn tree that was pierced by the dead. Milong rolled and crawled back to the middle. He and Crack and Doubing were lucky, and pierced into a low-lying area that was somewhat concealed.

Milong was angry because he had not fired a single shot so far, "Immoral things! There are also on the trees!"
Chapter completed!