"Anyway, running is a death. If you don't run, I have to go in and rest and breathe a sigh of relief. I'm so tired. Even if I die, I have to keep a breath and chat."

Before Feng Yuntian made a decision, Milong took the lead and yelled at Damu House.

Under the influence of the psychological influence of the followers, the others didn't care about anything else at this time, and followed them in a hurry.

Feng Yuntian originally wanted to stop everyone from entering the house. After all, although this wooden house is big enough, it is easy to get in and difficult to get out.

As long as the Japanese come and put a gun line, the people in the room will become turtles in the jar, and then they will have to let the Japanese knead.

You can think about it again.

Feng Yuntian finally gave up the dissuasion and followed everyone to the big house.

Now everyone has only one last breath left, and they all know that they can't run far even if they continue running. The ending will only be that the Japanese caught up and shot the target.

Instead of being chased to death until he was exhausted and unable to resist, he entered the big house to breathe a sigh of relief, at least he could trap the beasts and fight.

This idea has been deeply rooted in everyone. Even if Feng Yuntian forcibly dissuaded, it will not have any effect. Instead, it will affect everyone's time to escape into the house and be beaten to death by the Japanese who chased him.

In addition to this reason, Feng Yuntian also has a lucky mentality.

This big wooden house is twenty or thirty meters long, and it looks like it belongs to the dormitory building where British soldiers live. They were in a hurry to retreat just now, and something would inevitably fall.

Feng Yuntian and the others were busy making trouble inside, and perhaps they could get something useful.

As for whether he can escape in the end and how many people can escape from the Japanese, Feng Yuntian has no time to think about it, nor does he want to think about it anymore.

Live one second more is one second!

Feng Yuntian rushed into the gate of the barracks, and the Japanese appeared at the intersection of the open space. It looked roughly at least fifteen or sixteen people.

"Stop the door, hold the door with something, hurry up."

Meng Fulai saw that the Japanese were coming so quickly, and hurriedly directed everyone to close the door and blocked the door with wooden boxes and wooden beds.

"Open fire!"

When the Japanese officer saw that the gate was about to be closed, he immediately issued an order to open fire.

"Swish~swish~swish..."

A row of bullets with three or eight large covers whistled, easily piercing through the not-thick door panel, and the sunlight shone in along the bullet holes.

A soldier in the reorganized company who was dragging a wooden bed was accidentally hit on the spot.

A 6.5 mm bullet shot in from the left front forehead, forming a cavity effect in the skull cavity, and then erupting, opening a hole as big as a fist on the back of the head.

A large piece of red and white thing that was shattered by bullets sprayed on the wooden wall behind.

Seeing this disgusting and terrifying scene, everyone suddenly felt a pain in their heads, and the remaining people by the door were even more scared and fled from the gate area.

"Ba!Ba!Ba..."

The Japanese outside were still shooting, and the density was even greater than before.

Seeing that there were more and more holes made by bullets on the wooden exterior walls and doors, everyone was so nervous that they realized that the walls of the wooden house were unreliable, and they rushed to the safest inner room.

It’s a pity that the Japanese have no heavy weapons. The firepower of the Sanba Tower is limited, not enough to penetrate two wooden walls, and it is impossible to blow up this big wooden house.

Of course, the Japanese army had heavy weapons and could not catch up.

All of them squeezed into the reorganized company in the innermost utility room. Although they could not escape, and even could not observe the situation outside, they were finally safe for the time being.

A few minutes passed!

Perhaps because he realized that it was useless to continue shooting, or for some other reason, the Japanese outside the door finally stopped firing blindly.

"Snake butt, go out and see what the Japanese are doing."

Milong couldn't carry a gun, but instead kicked the trembling cat in front of him, with only shorts left on his body.

The snake was not tall butt and was thin. When he licked the bag from the wreckage of the plane, he didn't get anything.

"I'll push you, why don't you go?"

Thinking of the tragic situation of the man at the door, Snake refused without hesitation. Even though Milong stared at the bull's eyes, he insisted on not moving even a single step.

There was no show on the snake's butt, Milong moved his gaze to Bula.

Not spicy is more witty than snake's butt, and said in the back: "You Mu Daba, we are all tidy. You are holding a gun in your hand. Do you have the nerve to let us go out and see? I think you should go."

"I have both hands in favor, and those with guns will come first."

Kang Ya was afraid that she would let him go in the end, so she just didn't seem to be spicy at this time and came out to refute Milong, so she simply insisted that it was not spicy and stood up first.

Doupan and Bulai were together all day long, and at this time he also supported: "I also agree with Bulai Brother."

"Missing Dragon, you are not ashamed." Meng said in a sarcastic manner.

Although the rest of the others didn't say anything, their eyes were staring at Milong in unison, and the meaning expressed in their eyes was very clear.

When everyone was confronted by tit-for-tat, Milong's temperament of being willing to sacrifice face and never admit defeat occurred again. He stammered his neck and said, "Okay, we're all together, right?"

A bunch of shabby things, your father just has a gun, but your father just doesn't go, and everyone dies together. Who are the men in Northeast China afraid of?"

After Milong said that, he sat on the wooden box and used his actions to make everyone give up.

But after just a few seconds, Milong narrowed his eyes and seemed to remember something.

Suddenly he stared at Chief Ayi and said, " Chief Ayi, I remember you seem to have a gun, you are the battalion commander and the commander of the battle. Why don't you go outside and take a look? Set an example for us?"

The persimmons are still soft and easy to pinch, and everyone looked at Ayi in unison.

This new recruit officer who has never fought a war!

"Want me to go?"

Ayi, who was already timid, was already scared to death by being chased along the way. Now, when he heard Milong's request, he was stunned.

"Shhh, it's all quiet."

At this moment, Feng Yuntian, who had explored the complete internal structure of the wooden house, came back, interrupting the quarrel, and pointed his hand at the corridor between the utility room and the exterior wall.

Everyone looked in the direction of Feng Yuntian's finger, and their hair stood up in fear.

I saw a hole made by the bullet in the wooden wall, which shone onto the small light column in the corridor, slowly disappeared from left to right and appeared again.

This shows that when Milong and others were arguing, the Japanese had already come over secretly.

At this time, he was secretly outside the wooden wall, surrounding the entire periphery of the wooden house, and by eavesdropping on the sounds inside the house, he found Feng Yuntian and the others' specific location.
Chapter completed!