Xiaole knew Wu Fei's temperament well, and knew that now was not the time to argue with him. He looked at him resentfully, bit his lips and nodded.

What Wu Fei was most worried about was that Xiaole was unwilling to leave, and he was thinking about whether to force her away like Uncle Guo. Unexpectedly, this guy was so obedient. He was so happy that he touched her head in a slight way. The cloth hat was not as thick as the leather hat. When Wu Fei touched it, he found that the tentacles were soft, as if the hat was still covered with cotton wool, but he didn't care, after all, the situation was too critical.

"After I draw the Japanese away from their attention, you start running. Remember not to shoot. Don't rush toward the camp first. Make sure there is no danger before going to the camp." Wu Fei reminded him last, and then rushed out. He did not rush to shoot. He dodged left and right until he ran more than twenty steps before firing the first shot after saving Xiaole. Wu Fei did not aim at this shot, nor did he see if he hit the Japanese. His purpose was to attract firepower. It was not very meaningful to kill a Japanese.

As soon as Wu Fei fired his gun, he immediately attracted the attention of the Japanese. As he dodged and fired, he even attracted the intensive firepower pursuit of the Japanese.

Xiaole watched Wu Fei fall into danger, but he could not help him. He was so angry that he punched heavily on the tree trunk. The concern and anxiety in his heart were completely revealed on his face. She even regretted that when Wu Fei touched his head, why didn't he take off his hat and tell him clearly that he was a girl, a girl who was in love with him.

Now that I have this idea, I have no time to tell him. I can only ask the Bodhisattva to bless him to return safely. Xiaole made a wish in his heart. As long as Wu Fei can return safely, he will definitely not hesitate, tell him that he is true to himself, tell him that he likes him, and wants to be with him.

Most of the Japanese were led by Wu Fei. Although Xiaole was reluctant to escape alone, she still endured the torture in her heart and rushed into the bush according to the route Wu Fei pointed out to her. Through the trees and darkness in the forest, she escaped from the Japanese's pursuit.

Wu Fei's five rifle bullets had been exhausted, and the Japanese behind him did not give him a chance to re-press the bullets. He had to lift his chest and flee forward desperately.

The gun was also firing in front of his right. Wu Fei knew that it was Brother Shan who was also being followed by the Japanese, but he was not worried. In the Baishi Mountain in the middle of the night, without the help of the wolf dog, it would be difficult for these Japanese to do anything to him and Brother Shan.

He believed that as long as he persisted, the Japanese would not be able to run first, and he would be safe. However, Wu Fei found that he seemed to be unable to hold on anymore, and his strength seemed to be drained by something. Could it be that the wounds on his left shoulder and calf affected him? It shouldn't be that both injuries were not serious, and before coming, they deliberately bandaged these two places tightly, even if they had an impact on him, it would not be so serious.

Suddenly, Wu Fei felt his back wet and warm, and the strength on his body seemed to be sucked away from his back. When he reached out and touched, he immediately noticed something was wrong. When he put it in front of him, he looked shockingly red. This was blood and he was injured.

Wu Fei immediately recalled that he was rushing out from behind the tree and suddenly felt a numbness on his back. It should be the gun he was shot at that time.

After shed so much blood, I will definitely not be able to run for long. Even if I can escape the Japanese's pursuit, it is impossible for me to go back to the camp alone. Instead of dying from blood, it is better to kill a few more and pull a few more people. Wu Fei is such a person. He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that the Japanese he killed will not be enough to comfort Sister Ping, Xiao Si, Uncle Guo and Ge Ge's spirit in heaven.

After choosing a big tree in front of him that two people were hugging as his last destination, Wu Fei calmed down a lot, hid behind the tree, quickly pressed five bullets into the bullet compartment, and the gun stretched out from behind the tree and quickly shot the first bullet.

This shot is no longer a blind shot during running, so it will naturally not be lost. A Japanese soldier who rushed in the front position was hit in the chest and staggered forward a few steps before falling to the ground.

"First!" Wu Fei murmured, his hands kept moving, and quickly pulled the bolt and pushed the bullet and loaded it and raised the gun to shoot.

The second Japanese was hit in the head. Compared to the previous Japanese, he died faster. The blood spurted out from the wound splattered the Japanese soldiers beside him.

"I made one!" Wu Fei no longer planned to leave alive. He is now killing a Japanese devil for enough money, killing one more and earning one more and killing one more and earning more and more.

Wu Fei killed two Japanese soldiers in two shots, but he was unable to stop the crazy Japanese. They seemed to be rushing forward without fear of death. Originally, the distance between them and Wu Fei was not too far, but now they are closer.

Even if a person can shoot one gun, the effect it can play is too small to stop these crazy Japanese soldiers. Wu Fei subconsciously touched his waist. He wanted to throw the grenades, but he felt it empty. Then he remembered that in order to make a simple installation, all the equipment was left in the camp except for the gun and bullet bags, where would there be grenades?

He was wrong. If there were a few grenades, he might have killed more Japanese. Wu Fei smiled bitterly, raised his gun for the third time, and after firing the bullets, he did not retract back to the tree like the previous two shots, but directly pulled the bolt and used the method learned from Xiao Lena on the Zhaojiazhuang playground to fire the fourth bullet very quickly.

Both bullets failed and took the lives of the two Japanese justice.

After the fourth shot, Wu Fei retracted back to the tree, and there was the last bullet left in the gun. He didn't plan to shoot it out again. This was the bullet reserved for himself. Although there were still many bullets in the bullet bag on his body, he knew that the Japanese would not give him a chance to load it. Instead of falling into the Japanese's hands, it was better to die than to die, and it would be better to break yourself and have a good time.

Wu Fei reversed the rifle in his hand, pressed his jaw against his jaw, and his thumb was already on the trigger. With a little force, the last bullet left in the gun would send him to Sister Ping, Xiao Si and Brother Guo Shugen.

The sound of the Japanese leather shoes stepping on the dead branches was very close. The screaming Japanese birds singing that they couldn't understand and the highly recognizable gunshots of the Sanbadakui were also close to their ears. Wu Fei closed his eyes and murmured in his heart: Xiaole, Xiaotong, Third Master, I'll take the lead. Don't forget to burn some paper money for me next year today!
Chapter completed!