A Japanese soldier whose face had swelled into a pig's head in a very short period of time, under an unusually standard military posture, had a respectful attitude on his face while shouting such a sentence.
And Yang Dongli slapped Cao Chang twenty or thirty times in succession, not only turning the opponent into a pig's head, but also hurting Yang Dongli's own hands.
With a look of disgust on his face, he first glanced at the blood stain on the white glove on his right hand when he was slapped just now.
Next, the words came from his mouth:
"Baga~ Move the roadblock quickly. If it delays my emergency mission, I will definitely hold you and your superiors accountable."
By the way! At 4:27 in the morning.
In the darkness, and under the guidance of the Huns' Dharma God, Hu Biao and the others finally encountered the first Japanese sentry post after driving for an unknown distance.
Just the presence of a dark Type 92 heavy machine gun in the sandbag position of the Japanese made Hu Biao and the others give up all plans to force their way through.
Then, everyone in the carriage, whose bones were groaning, endured the huge pain in their bodies and tried hard to straighten their chests.
He tried his best to pretend to be a normal Japanese soldier so as not to reveal his flaws.
Yang Dongli, who was sitting in the passenger seat and dressed as a Japanese Major, took a deep breath and walked out.
Whether the third stage mission can be completed depends on whether you can get through here.
Then, we should thank the gods and Buddhas in the heavens and thank the heroic spirits of China for their blessings.
Or maybe it was the ID of that Japanese major. The black and white photo on it looked similar to that of Yang Dongli.
In short, Yang Dongli managed to get through here; only after this guy who had been dragged into the car again, he realized that his nervous underwear was wet with sweat...
Undoubtedly! After successfully passing the first checkpoint, Hu Biao immediately relaxed from his extremely tense mood.
The car continued to move forward in the night under the guidance of the Hun Dharma God himself, who was not very sure.
Unknowingly, relying on the violently shaking carriage, Hu Biao fell into a drowsy state.
There's no way! He's too sleepy.
On the one hand, since he came to the Songhu battlefield in 1937, Hu Biao's mood has been tense to the extreme, and he wishes he could sleep with only one eye open.
On the other hand, it is the sequelae of the large-dose injection of sedatives, which are now gradually showing up.
The combination of the two made Hu Biao think about nothing now, do nothing, and sleep like this until the end of time.
The same is true for several other people in the carriage. Even if they are pillowed on hard iron sheets and wooden boards, they feel that their eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.
Fortunately, fighting has successfully penetrated their instincts through cruel experiences.
When the time reached 4:51 in the morning, Hu Biao, who seemed to be dead asleep a second ago, suddenly woke up spontaneously in the next second when he faintly heard an unusual sound in his ears.
He stared at his bloodshot eyes and pricked up his ears.
Hu Biao's whole body was like a bow, tightening again.
After a few seconds, Hu Biao was sure that it was not his hallucination, and he yelled: "No! There is a loud sound of engines behind him. Maybe the Japanese are catching up."
At such an unexpected voice, everyone in the carriage woke up with a start.
Not to mention the Hun Mage, AT, and others, they hurriedly stood on the tailgate of the car, holding the weapons in their arms and making awkward movements.
Hu Biao turned around and used his right hand to hit the iron sheet behind him hard.
While beating, he yelled:
"Fake foreign devil, can you really drive faster? Are you racing with an old lady with little feet by driving so slowly? It's a pity that the boy Zhui Feng died, otherwise he would be better than you, a loser."
"Holy shit! How fast can you drive on such a bad road? If you have the ability, do you drive?" After hearing this, Jason was not convinced at all and started to curse back.
Hu Biao's grandson just stood and talked, and he didn't mind the pain in his back.
After these fierce tug-of-wars in the war zone, there was no road at all along the way. It was originally a road made of earth and stone, but now it is full of big potholes.
He drove cautiously along the way, fearing that if the car accidentally overturned, the whole car would be ruined.
And he wasn't made of iron either. After enduring for such a long time, he was also very tired. In order to cheer up, Jason secretly twisted his thighs a lot.
Want to drive faster? Why don't you put on a pair of wings and take off directly?
But he was unwilling to suffer losses, and Jason also understood what it meant when the Japanese soldiers behind him caught up.
With their current strength, there is no possibility of winning.
For this reason, he gritted his teeth and increased the accelerator. At the same time, he hugged the heavy steering wheel that had no power at all and started an extremely difficult drive.
To be honest! He was actually also regretting that that boy Zhui Feng died early.
Otherwise, with that kid's racing skills, he should be able to come in handy at times like this...
In fact, in the hearts of Hu Biao and others, they still held some illusions, imagining that the Japanese convoy behind them was just a coincidence and not a fatal pursuit.
But about 10 minutes later, the motorcade behind them officially appeared in sight.
And when in the first three-wheeled vehicle, a Japs operating a Type 96 light machine gun fired at them, Hu Biao and the others gave up their last vestige of fantasy.
Next, a difficult problem was placed in front of them.
Because at the current speed, even if Jason had tried his best, the Japanese side still clearly had the advantage.
In seven or eight minutes at most, the Japanese pursuers will catch up and blow up their wheels.
Then, with these half-disabled personnel, how could they defeat a squadron of Japanese soldiers behind them?
In such a predicament, the AT, which had rarely spoken during this battle, grabbed a Czech light machine gun and jumped directly from the back of the car.
After landing in a light posture, he just smiled and waved at Hu Biao and the others, and the figure disappeared into the ruins on the roadside.
Although the other person disappeared, the pretty face full of gunpowder smoke was firmly remembered in the hearts of Hu Biao and the others.
Five minutes later, the distinctive firing sound of the Czech light machine gun sounded, and the lights behind him that were getting closer and closer also stopped.
The fierce sound of gunfire lasted for about 5 minutes in the ears of Hu Biao and others, but by the time the lights started moving again, at least 8 minutes had passed.
The AT, which had run out of bullets, bought them another 3 minutes with the bayonet in its hand.
When the Japs started moving again, the body of the young white-collar worker lying on the road was covered with dense bayonet wounds, like a hornet's nest.
That was when he was surrounded by many Japanese soldiers and received countless bayonets.
But during those three minutes, AT was like an unkillable God of War, constantly fighting and killing the Japanese.
So after AT fell, the hands of the Japanese soldiers who besieged him were trembling with rifles.
They still looked fierce on the surface, but their hearts felt so relieved at this moment.
Finally, with a 'snap~' sound, the wheels of a Japanese six-wheel truck directly ran over the AT's body.
That little pretty face became a blur of flesh and blood...
Hu Biao and the others in the distance, of course, couldn't see such a heartbreaking scene, but they were still quite aware of the situation when the Japanese convoy started moving again.
Seeing this, there was no need for Hu Biao to say anything.
Carrying a 38 cover with Chinese characters all over the handle of the gun, the middle-aged warehouse manager handed Hu Biao the simple road map in his hand and suddenly got out of the truck.
Even after landing, this guy almost fell to pieces.
Hu Biao, who had always had a bad taste, no longer had any desire to laugh in his heart. Instead, he only felt an indescribable heaviness and anger.
After the middle-aged warehouse manager climbed out of the truck, Swordsman, Zhuye, Qingtian and the other three people did not need to say hello, and spontaneously made preparations to flip off the truck next.