It is said that if you take too long a step, you will easily get caught. In fact, you can also fall into a trap.
Especially in the mountains, and in the mountains of foreigners who are unfamiliar with the environment.
There was a "bang", and it was the Japanese soldier named Musashi who fell into a big pit, a pit as deep as 3 meters.
Of course, the big pit is not natural. It is a trap specially dug by the Zhao family villagers next to the corn field to trap wild boars.
The Taihang Mountains have a lot of land and are mostly dry land. Most of the villagers make a living by growing corn coarse grains. However, they live on the mountainside or on the top of the mountain, far away from the slopes or valley bottoms where corn is grown. However, there are many wild boars in the Taihang Mountains. , they come to harm crops every time the corn is about to grow or mature. A single herd of wild boars can destroy several acres of land in one night, which is really a big worry for the villagers.
Moreover, wild boars are mostly male or female, and there are even seven or eight half-sized pigs appearing in groups. Even if someone is sent to watch the crops, they may not dare to fight with these wild beasts with tusks and thick skin. That's right. The wild boar is in a hurry, but even a tiger dares to fight. A dozen dogs may not be able to defeat a big wild boar, let alone a group of wild boars.
But you can’t just surround a few acres of land with a dozen people and a dozen dogs. The labor cost is too high, isn’t it?
So, the smart Chinese farmers came up with a trick to dig traps around the crop fields. The traps were covered with thumb-thick branches, and then covered with loess and weeds. The appearance looked no different from ordinary ground. Moreover, The most mysterious thing among them is that the trap can bear the weight of a child of fifty or sixty kilograms without collapsing, but if a wild boar weighing more than one hundred kilograms walks on it, the branches cannot bear it.
To catch a thief, capture the king first. Smart Chinese farmers know that if they catch a small wild boar, the big wild boar will lead a herd of pigs to harm the crops. But if the big wild boar is caught and eaten, the wild boars will be leaderless, and this organizational discipline will be compromised. Much worse.
Of course, in order to prevent others from falling in, the traps next to each crop field are marked. For example, when Mu Duner walked through this 3-meter-wide trap just now, he was also cautious, although he also knew that he was four or five meters wide. His small body of ten pounds was not strong enough to crush the trap, including his two beloved black sheep which only weighed fifty or sixty pounds.
But how did the Japanese soldiers headed by Miyamoto Kazu know that the lowly Chinese in their eyes could have such a skill? Naturally, they did not pay the slightest attention to the careful walking of the little Chinese boy who regarded the sheep as his treasure.
Without paying attention, he ran forward extremely recklessly. Naturally, he could only be unlucky.
The trap that Mu Dun'er carefully drove the two sheep through was already very fragile for the Japanese soldiers who weighed more than 150 kilograms in weight and equipment. In addition, his steps were so long and heavy that he fell into the trap. That's the weird thing.
Of course, although a three-meter-deep pit can knock people to pieces for ordinary people, for these so-called ninja masters, it can only be used to get out of trouble with a little help. Although their legs are shorter, they can't jump three feet high. That's their ability to survive.
It’s just that pigs can actually do this. Although wild boars have shorter legs, they don’t need to jump like Japanese ninjas. It’s not necessarily difficult to catch them in a three-meter pit. A group of wild boars have tusks like small shovels. It's enough to dig a passage along the big hole in one night.
The Taihang Mountains are hard. Even if it is loess, digging three meters is already very labor-intensive. A large wild boar weighing more than 100 kilograms is not only the main culprit of destroying crops, but also enough meat for dozens of people in the entire village for half a year. It may be a treat for the New Year.
Relatives who come to visit have to rely on the contribution of wild boars.
Now that I'm here, it's definitely impossible to leave. Therefore, the trap is filled with sharpened willow branches that are more than a foot long.
Falling from a height of three meters, with a weight of more than 100 kilograms, even a wild boar with rough skin and thick flesh can be stabbed to death. Let alone a person?
Then it can only be regarded as a meat skewer.
When Miyamoto Chuan and a few others hurriedly went to rescue their companions, they ran to the edge of the trap and took a look, knowing that there was no need to rescue them.
Meat skewers only have an iron skewer pierced through them. But what if there are more than a dozen wooden skewers pierced through a piece of meat? It looks like a hedgehog.
Now, the companion who was wailing in pain and sounding like a slaughtered pig was like a hedgehog covered with wooden thorns. From his legs to his chest, at least a dozen bright red branches popped out suddenly, and the pool of blood was almost
Spurting and flowing along the branches.
But the most terrifying thing is probably not that my companion is about to die. It's that my companion is unwilling to die.
The tree branch pierced his calf, pierced his thigh, pierced his lower abdomen and pierced his chest. His vitality was obviously very tenacious. He used his only movable hand to untie the helmet on his head, smashed the helmet against the surrounding branches, and tried to lift it.
He began to cry and beg: "Miyamoto-kun, please save me. Look, I smashed all these damn things."
The other three Japanese soldiers closed their eyes in pain. They all knew that Musashi would not survive. Regardless of whether he hit a vital point or not, just bleeding could make him die within two minutes. What's more, he was already in the mouth.
If you vomit black blood, it means your lungs are bleeding heavily.
"Miyamoto-kun, please... I miss my mother..." Seeing the hesitation of his companions, the Japanese soldier who fell into the trap cried louder.
With a flash of sword light, the voice of the Japanese army suddenly came. He looked at Miyamoto Kawazu blankly, showing disbelief and incomparable anger, and then became lifeless.
In the middle of his brow, a Type 38 bayonet was trembling slightly. Although the force was sufficient, the human skull was hard and the sharp bayonet still did not penetrate too far. However, a depth of fifteen centimeters was enough to be fatal.
"Musashi-kun, you can go with peace of mind! I will give your relics to your mother and tell her that you died heroically for the empire." Miyamoto Kazu glanced at his companion who had killed him with a cold look.
He turned his attention to the other three people who had expressions of disbelief on their faces, and shouted coldly in a low voice: "Baga! If you don't catch that little bastard, I will dig out his heart and soul to avenge Mr. Musashi."
"Hi!" All three of them bowed their heads in response.
Although they were a little dissatisfied with the second lieutenant's behavior of not saving his seriously injured comrade but killing him, the three of them actually breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, Musashi's cry was too loud.
It would be terrible to attract pursuers.
While the three Japanese soldiers drew their samurai swords from their backs, carefully observed the ground, and cautiously approached the hateful Chinese boy, Mudun'er, who had been staying on the edge of the cliff, was unknowingly beside a tree as thick as a thigh.
What kind of tricks were done?
Then, there was just a "bang" and the big tree fell down.
After doing all this, Mudun'er turned over and climbed up the rocks on the cliff, walking down the nearly 80-degree steep slope with his short legs. Mudun'er also knew that if he didn't run away, the gang would
The little devil can throw him into a trap.
Miyamoto Kazu and the three Japanese soldiers were suddenly startled, and then the hair on their bodies stood up.
What tricks did this little Chinese bastard play again? It seems that this is not a good sign.
It is estimated that Miyamoto Kazuzu may have never hated his sixth sense so accurately. Just when they were still thinking about what unexpected situation they would encounter, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly sounded on the mountain more than 400 meters away, and there was a chaotic sound.
The shouts echoed throughout the mountains and fields.
If Miyamoto Kazu and others who have learned northern Chinese dialect can understand Jindong dialect, they will know that they are clearly shouting: "Japs are coming."
But regardless of whether he understood or not, Miyamoto Chuanwa, whose vest was chilling, looked ferocious. Because he knew that this time, he was completely exposed.
Not only could he hear the sound of gongs and drums, but the pursuers behind him could also hear it. It wouldn't take half an hour for them to catch up here.
And here, Miyamoto Chuanhe looked around. Except for the path he came from, there were steep hills on both sides. In front was the cliff where the Chinese bastard escaped, but below was the bottom of the valley. From here, he couldn't hide at all.
Any body shape.
No matter if you go forward, left or right, you can't escape, and if you go backward, you are looking for death.
It can be said that the place they are in now is a dead land, a desperate place.
And all of this was caused by that little Chinese bastard. In other words, he brought them here deliberately.
Miyamoto Chuanhe angrily pulled out his pistol and waved it towards the place where Mu Dun'er disappeared, "Kill him."
Out of despair, and even more so because of the humiliation of being fooled by a child, the four elite Japanese soldiers burned all their rationality with rage and charged at a seven or eight-year-old Chinese boy with a runny nose.
Once the warriors of the Japanese Empire become brave, they will even be afraid of themselves.
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ps: Ahem! Originally Chapter 992 was about Mu Dun'er (middle), but I forgot it when I came up with the chapter name, so let's end it with this! Use these three chapters to pay tribute to the little hero Wang Erxiao. When Feng Yue was a child, the most
The hero I love to watch is none other than Wang Erxiao. He was Fengyue's childhood hero, and he is now. Wang Erxiao may not be a specific person, but a symbol of a hero, a hero who faced the Japanese invasion.
Representative of millions of unyielding Chinese people.