Chapter 353: Tiredness (1/2)

Chapter 353: Tired

The explosion alarmed Yoshio Murakami. He yelled angrily, got up quickly, and looked in the direction of the flashlight. Then his face changed drastically and he shouted loudly: "There are eight roads, everyone, be careful!"

"Da da da..."

The sound of gunfire suddenly rang out, and dense tongues of flame sprayed out a string of sparks.

Yoshio Murakami didn't react slowly, and quickly fell to the ground. Hearing the dull sound of popping behind him, he realized that the bullet was passing by his scalp, and shouted again: "Baga, why are you still standing there?! Don't give it to me yet!" shot!!!"

The Japanese soldiers reacted, raised their guns, aimed at the big tree where Lu Peng was hiding, and pulled the trigger.

Lu Peng was already prepared. He grabbed the dead branch in front of him to block his sight, rolled out, and threw the grenade at the same time.

The Japanese soldiers were caught off guard, and several Japanese soldiers were hit by grenades and fell into a pool of blood.

Lu Peng didn't want to fight and left gropingly.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The Japanese army reacted and, regardless of checking the life and death of their companions, swarmed in the direction of Lu Peng's escape.

Lu Peng moved very quickly, relying on his memory to find cover. After avoiding the bullets, he quickly crossed the avenue.

Yoshio Murakami personally led his team members to chase Lu Peng. Just after running a few meters away, he suddenly noticed a bright light flashing outside the forest. His heart skipped a beat, and he secretly made a sound. He turned around and reminded: "Stop!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. Several grenades fell at the same time, causing violent explosions and instantly setting off huge waves of dust.

The Japanese army was stunned by the sudden explosion, slow to react, and was in chaos for a while.

The smoke from the explosion filled the air, and the Japanese soldiers' senses were severely affected. They could not see the surrounding environment clearly and kept pushing forward.

"ah!!!"

"Help, my leg!"

"I was blown to my feet!"

The Japanese army was in a mess, wailing all over the field, and it was a mess. They didn't care about others at all. They ran around in a panic, trying to find a bunker or find a way to escape.

"Bagya Road!" Yoshio Murakami was furious. He looked up and found that there were dark clouds hanging over his head. His face was ashen and he secretly shouted something bad.

The Japanese troops encountered a surprise attack and stopped in unison, looking around in horror. Some timid ones even knelt on the ground.

"Baga, stand up, keep moving forward, kill all those people!" Yoshio Murakami roared angrily, holding back the shock and fear in his heart, and stood up, limping Walking at the front of the team, he never forgot to warn: "Pay attention, be careful/that sniper, once you find the target, fire a warning shot immediately!"

"Hai!"

"Hai!"

The Japanese army agreed in unison.

Yoshio Murakami stopped talking nonsense and took the lead into the woods.

As soon as they entered the woods, they heard gunshots.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

The Japanese soldiers fired back one after another. For a moment, the trees swayed and the gunshots were heard.

"Baga, there's an ambush, get down, get down!" Yoshio Murakami roared at the top of his lungs. Regardless of the danger, he rushed in front of a Japanese soldier, grabbed him by the neck, threw him far away, and then plopped down. He fell to the ground with a sound.

"Sir, how are you?!"

Several Japanese soldiers came after hearing the news and quickly asked about the situation.

"Baga!" Yoshio Murakami roared angrily, his red eyes swept around, and he cursed hatefully: "Baga, where is that person? Why didn't he shoot?!"

"We have fallen into a trap. The other side must have retreated. Please ask for support!" the Japanese commander in charge of the patrol said anxiously. Seeing that Yoshio Murakami was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and called on the other Japanese troops to gather around and carefully search for Lu Peng before leaving. direction.

"Baga!" Yoshio Murakami yelled, struggled to get up, looked around, calmed down, knew that now was not the time to be upset, gritted his teeth and said: "No matter who the opponent is, they must die! Order each group to disperse Come on, gradually narrow the encirclement, and be sure to find the enemy as soon as possible."

"Hi Yi!" The soldier on duty did not dare to neglect, turned around and ran back to deliver the order.

At the same time, Lu Peng had left the battlefield and ran quickly towards the road.

Because he was worried that the Japanese troops would attack from both sides, Lu Peng did not dare to delay. It took him less than half a stick of incense to arrive at the roadside. After confirming that there were no Japanese troops nearby, he quickly fired a few flares and adjusted the angle of the vehicle. Then he quickly jumped in the car and drove away.

"Quick, quick, intercept that person immediately, he wants to run away..."

As soon as Lu Peng left, the Japanese rushed to the highway and found that the highway was silent. There was no trace of Lu Peng, and they suddenly became anxious.

"Sir, look."

The Japanese army pointed to the road and reminded: "That person has already run away!"

"Baga!" Yoshio Murakami cursed secretly, staring at the road with a gloomy face, hesitating whether to lead someone in pursuit.

The Japanese army was not stupid. Knowing that Yoshio Murakami was unwilling to give up the good situation, he comforted him: "Sir, the man has already run away. There is no need for us to risk our lives for this little money. Besides, we have suffered heavy casualties, so we should let him go first." Comrades, rest and wait until you regain your strength!"

Although Yoshio Murakami was reluctant to part with him, he felt that the Japanese army's suggestion was reasonable. He sighed secretly, waved his hands helplessly, and ordered: "Leave two of you to stay where you are, waiting for reinforcements from the army. The other people will follow me. Be sure to keep them there." The enemy blocked it."

Speaking of this, Yoshio Murakami looked at the position where Lu Peng disappeared, gritted his teeth and cursed, and then decisively chased after him with the remaining people.

Lu Peng had been paying attention to the situation behind him. When he noticed that the Japanese army was catching up, he stepped on the gas and ran towards Nanling City quickly.

"Damn it, he actually let him run away!" Murakami Yoshio's face was livid, and he wanted to tear Lu Peng to pieces. If he could recover the loss, he would never give up easily. Of course, he understood the current situation and could only give up chasing Lu Peng for the time being.

"Sir, you take a rest first, we will go to chase." A Japanese soldier said.

"No, we can't take risks." Murakami Yoshio shook his head and refused, saying: "Since the other party set a trap, it means that they had planned it long ago. What if there is an ambush?"

"This..."

The Japanese hesitated, not knowing what to do.

"Our mission is to protect the Imperial Army. There is no need to lose our lives for a few hundred dollars!" Murakami Yoshio said firmly. Thinking of something, he added: "We must tell the brigade commander about this and ask for support. Whether we can take Nanling City or not, we must be foolproof."

"Yiyi!" The Japanese soldier understood what Murakami Yoshio meant and responded respectfully.

Murakami Yoshio said nothing more. He glanced at the traces on the road, pondered for a moment, and said coldly: "Let the military police send people to check along the way and make sure to catch that cunning Chinese man!"

"Yiyi!" The Japanese soldier agreed.

After the Japanese army left, Murakami Yoshio found the soldier who was seriously injured, checked him carefully, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?!"

"Thank you for your concern, sir!" The soldier shouted in pain.

"Hmph, a bunch of good-for-nothings, they can't even stop a few Chinese soldiers!" Murakami Yoshio cursed, but his tone was much milder. He took out the medicine he carried with him and applied it to them personally, saying, "You are too careless. How could you let the Chinese soldiers get close to the position?"

"Report to the commander, we don't know their exact location and thought they had retreated." The soldier smiled bitterly.

Murakami Yoshio frowned slightly and said suspiciously, "If the Chinese soldiers really retreated, why didn't they take action before? Are they still nearby? But there is no height difference here except for mountains and rivers. According to common sense, the Chinese soldiers have no reason to hide nearby, not to mention that our fortifications are very tight and it is impossible to give the Chinese soldiers a chance. What do they want to do?!"

"Commander, how about we take a rest first?" The injured soldier suggested.

Murakami Yoshio hesitated and did not reply. Just as he was about to think about this problem, a Japanese soldier ran over and reported: "Report, the scout just sent back a telegram and found that the Chinese stayed at the edge of the road for a long time, as if looking for something."

"What?!" Murakami Yoshio frowned and muttered in confusion: "Are they waiting for someone? No, if they are waiting for reinforcements, it is impossible to be so fast. Could it be that they have already found the reinforcements of the Chinese?"

"Is this impossible?!" The Japanese soldiers widened their eyes in surprise, obviously not expecting Murakami Yoshio to think so.

"No, we can't wait any longer. Notify the artillery immediately and bombard them hard. Blow up the road at all costs!" Murakami Yoshio ordered without question.

"Hey!" The Japanese soldier responded and hesitated: "Sir, it's still early before dawn, I'm afraid it's too late."

"You don't understand!" Murakami Yoshio said coldly.

The Japanese army was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood the deep meaning of Murakami Yoshio's words. They suddenly realized it and secretly said that it was brilliant. Then they thought of a question and asked, "But what if the people found us and continued to rush forward?"

"Don't worry about this, they can't stay where they are." Murakami Yoshio said confidently, paused, and reminded, "In addition, immediately arrange someone to inform the commander, saying that the people may have discovered us, and ask him to send a plane to support us immediately!"

"Hey!" The Japanese army did not dare to disobey Murakami Yoshio's order, agreed, and left in a hurry.

"Baga!" After the Japanese army left, Murakami Yoshio couldn't help cursing inwardly, and he was extremely depressed. He thought he could successfully capture Nanling City, but now he failed, which made him feel like stealing a chicken and losing a rice.

"I hope the people can hold on until the reinforcements arrive, otherwise we can only retreat!" Murakami Yoshio smiled self-deprecatingly, but he was not discouraged, but prayed silently.

Lu Peng didn't care what Murakami Yoshio thought. After escaping the pursuit of the Japanese army, he ran forward for more than ten minutes. After finally confirming that he was safe, he stopped by the roadside.

"Xiaoyun, are you okay?!" Lu Peng glanced at Zhou Yurou in his arms and found that she was unconscious. His heart twitched violently. He suppressed his anxiety and guilt and patiently treated Zhou Yurou's wounds.

The smell of blood was very pungent, and those who smelled it couldn't help but frown, but Lu Peng didn't care and tried to reduce the range of the blood smell.

After a while, Lu Peng finally stopped the bleeding. Seeing that Zhou Yurou had no signs of waking up, he made some adjustments and returned to the camp with Zhou Yurou in his arms.

After returning, Lu Peng simply cleaned up, then laid Zhou Yurou flat on the bed, and quietly accompanied Zhou Yurou.

Because of the injury, Lu Peng's cheeks were stained with blood, which looked particularly creepy, and at the same time mixed with a trace of fatigue, which made people feel distressed.

Half an hour later, Lu Peng felt Zhou Yurou's vital signs gradually return to normal, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiaoyun, thank you. If you hadn't risked your life to save me, I would have died." Lu Peng muttered to himself, inadvertently thinking of Zhou Yunshan, sighed, and then stood up.

This encounter made Lu Peng realize that the battlefield is ever-changing, especially when fighting with the Japanese, there are great dangers.

Although he didn't know where the enemy was or when they would catch up, Lu Peng knew that he had to get rid of the Japanese army's pursuit as soon as possible, so he left the camp at night, detoured north into the forest, and used the dense woods to hide his whereabouts.

This move seemed reckless, but in fact it was a last resort, because according to the current intelligence, the Japanese army would definitely not give up searching for Zhou Yurou and others, so he had to take the initiative to attack and try to attract the attention of the Japanese army to buy time for Zhou Yurou.

That night, Lu Peng shuttled back and forth in the forest, always keeping a distance of two or three hundred meters from the Japanese army, trying to avoid being discovered by the Japanese army, while also observing the surrounding environment and trying to find a suitable hiding place.

After a lot of tossing, Lu Peng was panting and exhausted, but he did not regret it. As long as he could save Zhou Yurou from trouble, this little hardship was nothing.

It was not known whether it was a coincidence or God’s favor to Lu Peng, or perhaps it was just luck, but when Lu Peng was circling in the woods, he occasionally saw the smoke rising from the distance, and his spirits were lifted.

“There are signs of military activity here, I should be able to escape the Japanese army’s search!” Lu Peng was overjoyed, and he did not hesitate to get into the bushes next to him, lie on the haystack, hold his breath, and wait patiently.

He waited for five minutes until the Japanese army disappeared from sight, and then Lu Peng reappeared, crawled into the bushes, carefully identified the direction, and touched the direction where the smoke was coming from.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Lu Peng heard someone talking, so he approached carefully.

“Ouch…” A strange man groaned in pain, and he knew he was injured without guessing.

Hearing the sound, these people were all Chinese, and they were not very old. Lu Peng was secretly surprised. Not only did he not approach rashly, but he became alert and looked around, and found that this place looked like a farmyard.

The door was ajar. Lu Peng guessed that it should be the temporary headquarters of the Japanese army, but he did not dare to move. He patiently observed the layout of the house and found that there were no other items in the house except a few tables, chairs, benches and stoves.

"Strange, why is there no one here?" Lu Peng found it more and more strange. When he was thinking about whether to evacuate, a sound of footsteps was heard. Lu Peng quickly crouched down and listened against the wall.