Hu Biao and the others hid under the dense shade of a huge pine tree.
He still tried hard to curl up his body as much as possible and jumped under the torn branches of the branches, under the already tattered cloak.
For a time, they were so emotionally nervous that they didn't even dare to breathe a little louder.
The main reason is that since about 2 o'clock in the morning last night, the violent wind and snow that had been raging recently suddenly subsided and continued for a long time.
Until now, there is even a dim sun hanging in the sky.
If it were in the past, this would have been a precious warm sun in winter.
But for Hu Biao and the others today, even though they are cold and hungry, they still wish that the weather would be as cold as possible, and it would be best to continue the violent stormy and snowy weather of the past.
Because starting from this morning, Hu Biao and the others could occasionally spot Japanese aircraft with plaster flags painted on their wings above their heads.
For example, right now, Hu Biao and the others have a Japanese plane flying above their heads at a very low altitude.
You can't say it's flying close to the treetops, but you can say it's flying close to the top of the mountain.
According to Hu Biao's identification, this thing should be the Japanese Type 97 fighter jet, a broken aircraft with only two 7.7 mm caliber aviation machine guns used as air combat weapons.
However, if such a broken plane really discovered the traces, let alone the Japanese infantry who came later.
And the 30-kilogram aerial bombs he hung on the wings were brutal when bombing the infantry.
In their eyes, just the two small-caliber machine guns of the broken plane could make their already extremely bad situation even worse.
Fortunately, the disguise of Hu Biao and others at this moment played a big role and they were not discovered by the Japanese plane.
Therefore, as the plane flew away, Hu Biao quickly shouted: "Quick, keep running while these damn planes are flying away."
However, for such an extremely correct proposal, some people opposed it on the spot.
He was leaning on the trunk of a big pine tree. After two or three minutes of rest, he still didn't feel relieved.
The objections expressed by the black Chinese medicine doctor who is now panting crazily in his mouth:
"No, I really can't run now. You go ahead and leave me alone."
What makes the Black Chinese Medicine Doctor so embarrassed is not that such a middle-aged bachelor is too weak to keep up with the team's actions.
Although the above reasons are not to say that there are none at all, at least this point is not the most important.
The key is that the black Chinese medicine practitioner was injured before.
While fighting a group of Ergouzi, a Liao Zao Min Type 15 80mm mortar shell landed not far from the black doctor.
Even within an instant, the middle-aged warehouse manager and the fake foreigner opened fire continuously, knocking out such an artillery group.
But the black Chinese medicine doctor had already fallen to the ground with his head amidst the flying shrapnel.
After the battle was over, the black Chinese medicine doctor survived the orthopedic surgeon's first aid. In addition to the orthopedic surgeon's really great skills, it also benefited from the quality of their customized M35 helmet.
After the flying shrapnel pierced the helmet, most of the impact force was offset.
The subsequent wound looked quite large, but not very deep.
The only problem is that the massive blood loss caused during this period, no matter how good the orthopedic surgeon's first aid skills are, there is no way to stop the bleeding.
So in the subsequent actions, the black Chinese medicine doctor felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to keep up with the pace of others due to his physical weakness caused by blood loss.
Even during this period, I stuffed many ginseng roots of old wild ginseng into my mouth, but it didn't have much effect.
At this moment, this guy finally couldn't stand it any longer and uttered those depressing words.
After hearing this, Hu Biao could be said to have become numb under the stimulation of the continuous fierce battles and the death of his teammates. While he nodded, he took the satchel containing ginseng from the black Chinese medicine doctor.
Then, together with General Jingyu, they gave the black Chinese doctor a military salute.
After such a delay of about twenty seconds, the now increasingly thinned team continued to move forward.
As long as you can't run to death, then run for your life!
The above are all the ways Hu Biao and others deal with the current situation.
And after implementing it for such a period of time, I feel that it is somewhat effective; because with the expansion of the activity area, the Japanese side has felt the shortage of troops and had to invest more Ergouzi troops.
This shows that as long as they persist, there is still some hope of getting out.
The premise is that Hu Biao and the others can hold on for a longer period of time, dragging down the Japanese to death, without dragging themselves to death first.
As for the combat effectiveness of those Ergouzi, Hu Biao didn't care about other aspects.
The key is that when Master Zhang led his men to withdraw from Northeast China without firing a single shot, they left 2,303 mortars for the Japanese in the warehouse of the mortar factory in Fengtian City alone.
Among these mortars, the large-caliber ones are basically equipped by the Japanese.
Among them, a small part of the small-caliber ones were armed by some outstanding Ergouzi troops. It was these lightweight gadgets that posed a great threat to Hu Biao and the others.
With this thought in mind, Hu Biao and the others endured physical and mental fatigue, gritted their teeth and continued to move forward.
Then, probably when Hu Biao and the others separated from the black Chinese medicine doctor and ran away for about 10 minutes, they suddenly discovered that there was a large noise in the forest on the hilltop behind. At a glance, it was clear that the Japanese had appeared again.
The problem is, those Japs seem to be chasing in the wrong direction, right?
Of course, the Japanese would not pursue him in the wrong place easily. It was just that the black Chinese medicine doctor sat there for a minute and lit his last cigarette, but then he changed his mind about staying where he was.
When the Japanese loomed behind him, he picked up a captured 38-gauge rifle and fired three shots in a row.
After three shots, he didn't even hit a single piece of wool, but he succeeded in attracting the attention of the group of Japs.
"I'm going to die, but I'm still so poor and struggling with my hair. I'm destined to be a loser~"
Despite the scolding, this guy endured the dizziness in his head, staggered and ran in the other direction with a string of Japs behind him to get it.
And from time to time, he would turn around and fire a shot. After finishing the bullets in the rifle chamber, he would throw it away, switch to the pistol and continue firing.
Finally, after 5 minutes, a Japanese captain officer came forward and looked at a corpse on the ground that had been stabbed like a sieve with a bayonet.
After thinking for a while, he cursed bitterly:
"Baga, we were deceived. We pursued him at full speed after returning. That's right! This guy should be a thug who participated in the attack on Fengtian City. Cut off his head and take it back to me, and hang it on the top of Fengtian City."
"Ha Yi~" a Japanese military officer agreed, and skillfully drew out the samurai sword from his waist...
After 20 minutes, these Japs not only found the right direction, but also found a series of clear footprints, the traces left by Hu Biao and others.
He knew that if he continued to chase like this, he would definitely be able to catch up with those thugs, those thugs who could get him promoted to at least one level.
The Japanese captain's officer shouted as if he had blood in his mouth, urging his men to run faster.
Under his urging, the little devils ran as fast as they could.
Then, after hearing this, a Japanese soldier who quickened his pace stumbled onto a thin steel wire on the ground; then four border-made grenades in a bundle exploded violently.
Although the power of the border zone has always been criticized, the power of the four together is still not too bad.
The Japanese who had suffered a loss had to slow down their pace again, even much slower.
As for why Yang Dongli told Hu Biao many times not to build this kind of thing in the exchange border area, this thing is really not good.
It seems that Hu Biao now has extra points to redeem those hand grenades made in Jinling or Gong County.