"It's over, it's over, I'm not lucky this time!" Mr. Wang covered his ears with his hands and shouted.

The people next to him looked at him like that and wanted to laugh but didn't dare. It was so painful that they were holding back.

There was blood dripping from the seam of Mr. Wang's fingers. He was really injured.

"Your conscience has been eaten by a dog! Why don't you help me find a piece of cloth!" Mr. Wang couldn't see how others wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so he continued to scold.

At this time, the little dustpan made a "chirp" sound and tore off a piece of cloth from his trousers that had been "played in circles" and handed it over.

"You have to say he is my godson!" Wang Laomao praised.

"Hehe." Little Dustpan smiled, but he was not willing to call Old Man Wang his godfather, and then he said, "Father-in-law, please take care of yourself, I still hope to marry your daughter!"

"Get out!" Mr. Wang didn't mind that the piece of cloth handed over by the dustpan was dirty, so he used the piece of cloth to pinch his ears to stop the bleeding.

Wang Laomao was indeed injured. When he and Ma Tianfang ran back, the Japanese also opened fire. At that time, he was so focused on running for his life that he did not notice that he had been shot.

It was only when he entered the bush that others noticed that his ear was bleeding, and then they saw that the lobe of his left ear was missing!

There is no doubt that he was hit by a bullet from the Japanese army. Fortunately, others were so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

Chinese people have always said that big ears bring good fortune. Now the Japanese army has knocked off Mr. Wang's earlobes, so he said that his good fortune has been knocked out.

"If you survive the catastrophe, my father-in-law will have a good future. I wish my father-in-law and my mother-in-law to have many daughters so that I can find a wife!" The little dustpan was scolded by Mr. Wang and moved away a little, but his mouth remained open.

It's not idle.

The way others looked at the little dustpan was both funny and worried for him.

At this time, Mr. Wang started to scratch his waist with his right hand, and said in his mouth: "Little bastard, I will kill you! Where is my box cannon, where is my box cannon!"

By this time, everyone couldn't help it and finally laughed in a low voice.

Now everyone is convinced that Mr. Wang is really good at the little dustpan.

Now among their group, only Chutian has a box cannon that has no bullets. As for the others, their box cannons have long been taken away by people in the company.

Mr. Wang knew that he had no box cannons, but he said he was looking for box cannons, which was obviously a small dustpan.

"Okay, stop making trouble, you ignorant people." Shang Zhen finally spoke.

When Shang Zhen said this, everyone fell silent, and even the smiles on their faces disappeared.

"Ah, why is Mr. Shang so good at talking today?" Mr. Wang asked curiously.

But no one replied to his words. Who would say in front of Hu Zhuzi that Shang Zhen was almost killed when Hu Zhuzi made a mistake when he wanted to save you!

As the saying goes, "There is no joke in the army." If Hu Zhuzi offended Hu Shang Zhen again and he really had to be killed, no one else would say anything. This is the army!

"Okay, let's think about Zhao'er and see how we can get back." Shang Zhen said, returning to his normal state again.

Mr. Wang was slightly injured, but his injury was nothing at all. This was a war, so the fact that the bullet didn't hit his head must be considered a sign of his ancestor's virtue.

How to go back now is an urgent matter, and Shang Zhen has no time to make trouble with everyone.

So, no one spoke anymore. I don't know if they were thinking of a way to go back, but no one really spoke.

After a moment of silence, Qian Chuan'er finally spoke.

The first person to speak was followed by the second one, so everyone started talking at once, except Hu Zhuzi who kept his mouth closed and remained silent.

But since he didn't say anything, no one would care about his car.

So what if everyone discussed it for a while? After all, Shang Zhen still needs to make the final decision.

They have now hid on a hill more than a mile away from the mountain pass.

They wanted to go back through that mountain pass, but it happened that there was an open area near the mountain pass. There were not many Japanese troops there, and there were ten or eight of them, so they couldn't rely on them.

Now they only have two choices, one is to take advantage of the darkness to get there, the other is to take a detour and go back from another place.

It's just that they are almost at the bottom of the mountain now, but the mountains here are steep and continuous. If they go back in a detour, they may have to detour for how long!

Then again, it would actually be nice if we could go back around, but the path must be difficult to find. If it was so easy to go around, why would the Japanese army bother to attack the passes along the Great Wall? Don't the Japanese know how to make detours?

"Let's do this." Shang Zhen spoke.

But just when he was about to talk about his method, they heard a "buzzing" sound from the distant horizon, and the Japanese aircraft appeared again.

"No way, we just killed dozens of little Japs. The Japs don't need to use planes to blow us up!" Chen Hanwen said.

"You are so sentimental." Chu Tian answered.

Chu Tian spoke, but Chen Hanwen did not continue.

Since Chutian came, Chen Hanwen and Chutian have been together. They were half a scholar and a scholar. They chatted with each other, so naturally they became closer in relationship.

So Chen Hanwen didn't take it seriously when Chu Tian said something else.

But at this time, Shang Zhen glanced at the surrounding terrain, took off the telescope hanging on his waist and ran to a nearby high point.

"What's going on? If the little Japanese plane comes and blows us up, why do you, Mr. Shang, want to throw that toy to attract us? Then blow up my earlobe." Mr. Wang let go of his hand as he spoke.

At this time, the bleeding on his ear finally stopped, but when everyone saw it, the earlobe of his left ear was really gone.

Wang Lao Mao was originally a joke, but this time after he finished speaking, he saw the little dustpan making a face at him, but the others didn't answer the question at all.

He wondered in his heart, these people are not usually so virtuous, so what happened today?

In fact, no one believed that the Japanese planes came to bomb them.

Counting everyone in their group, there were only fourteen of them.

How could the Japanese planes come to bomb them? As Chu Tian said, don’t be sentimental!

Everyone stopped talking and looked at the Japanese planes in the sky.

This time, there were many Japanese aircraft dispatched, and they were also a dark group.

As everyone looked up, they saw the Japanese planes flying towards the west.

"It's bad, it's bad." At this moment, Mr. Wang said seriously.

In the past two days, they had almost figured out the terrain here, but the direction the Japanese aircraft went was the flank position of the 25th Division!

Soon, they saw the Japanese aircraft flying to the top of the mountain and starting to swoop and drop bombs. Wasn't that the flank position they were bombing?

As soon as I heard the explosion, the flank position was filled with black smoke.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven." Little Dustpan stretched out his fingers to count the rising smoke pillars. In just a moment, he actually counted fourteen smoke pillars.

This means that this Japanese fleet actually dropped fourteen large bombs on the flank positions of the 25th Division!

Mr. Wang and the others didn't know how much the Japanese aerial bombs weighed and how much explosive they contained, but they knew, just by the sound of the explosion, that the bombs were much more powerful than the Japanese infantry artillery shells!
Chapter completed!