The wild boar did not run far away. He just demonstrated in the dark, expressed his dissatisfaction with the bipedal beasts that broke into his territory, and then rushed back to his nest.

I pricked up my ears and hoped that the other party would retreat when they saw the difficulties.

But I suddenly heard the sound of my clothes hanging by bushes. This time I was really angry.

Jump out of the darkness again.

I saw the dark wild boar that was so close to me that it made a humming sound.

The guerrillas holding a sharpened wooden stick in their hands were delighted: "With the wild boar comes out, be careful..."

Hearing someone talking, the wild boar felt even more unhappy, and his hooves rushed towards the shadows in the moonlight on the ground.

The short and strong guerrillas pushed the wooden stick to the ground and pointed their pointed heads at the direction where the wild boar rushed.

The wooden stick as thick as an arm was bent into half a month by a huge impact, and its pointed tip pierced the boar's thick scalp.

In an instant, the screams of wild boars sounded in the mountain stream.

"It's a pity... it didn't pierce into the boar's nose or eyes..." Looking at the boar struggling on the ground and turning around to escape, the guerrillas' faces were full of regret.

Although the wild boar is stupid, the instinct to escape under the pain is still there.

Run north along the beast path like crazy.

The dozen or so black shadows hiding in the dark on the roadside began to be alert immediately when they heard the screams of wild boars.

The head was pierced, and the brainless wild boar would not think about the difference between the two-legged beasts in the north and the few people who had just pierced it. Seeing someone blocking the way, he rushed over again with the thick skin and thick flesh.

He was chased by a wild boar in the middle of the night, and the Japanese hiding in a class here were not panicked.

Three bayonets were slashed directly at the rushing shadow.

The sound of the bayonet entering the flesh sounded again, and the bayonet stabbed in the back failed to stab the boar's heart.

After the wild boar went crazy, he ignored everything, screamed in his mouth, but he continued to move forward with the bayonet that was inserted into his back.

He directly overturned a Japanese man holding a rifle.

The three Japanese team cooperated tacitly and pulled out bayonets and stabbed them again...

Soon the wild boar was left with only the humming sound before his death.

The Japanese soldiers who led the team knew very well that the wild boar would not rush to him suddenly, so they immediately ordered the black shadow next to him: "Your team immediately went along the place where the wild boar came. It must be someone warriors coming from there..."

The guerrillas who followed the humming sound of the wild boar were lying in the bushes under the moonlight.

At this moment, I couldn't help but feel a little stunned when I heard the sound of talking.

Almost all the people have moved, and there are no villages nearby.

There were no people in the empty mountainous areas, but there were people here in the middle of the night.

No need to think, these people are either sentinels of the Independent Regiment or enemies hidden in the mountains as the brothers said!

The three of them immediately retreated.

One person went back to report the news directly.

The other two crawled into the bushes to watch out.

One person closes on the edge of the cliff...

Soon, three black shadows appeared in the moonlight not far away.

"What should I do?" The thin team member in the bushes was so nervous that his voice was trembling.

The short and strong hunter lowered his voice: "Don't worry, as long as we don't speak, they can't see us..."

The three figures kept their vigilance, holding rifles one by one along the mountain wall toward south.

After hearing the guerrillas who came back to report the message, the captain immediately made a judgment: "Bail Commander Hu said that there were only five people who were scouting forward, and there are more than a dozen people here now. They are definitely not comrades from the independent regiment. Everyone is ready. Don't use a gun later, just use a knife!"

The two sides were not far away, but after a round trip, the three Japanese searched for the Japanese had already reached about thirty meters.

The dispersed team drilled directly into the bushes, and at this time, they ignored the thorns and slashed their faces and hung clothes with patches.

Soon, even the elites who were knocked out and tied into rice dumplings were stuffed into the bushes.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood flowing out of the wild boar.

No one spoke in the bushes under the moonlight.

Seeing that there were three people coming back, they didn't speak or say anything.

The guerrilla captain immediately knew that the two soldiers who were scouting ahead must have also been hiding in the bushes.

The reason is very simple. If the reconnaissance soldiers walk back, they will definitely not need to adopt this kind of alert posture.

Under the moonlight, everyone in the bushes quietly held the spear and big knife in their hands.

Still waiting in the bushes under the moon.

Three vigilant black shadows kept approaching.

The guerrilla captain stood up half-kneeled, and the spear in his hand grabbed the throat of the Japanese in the middle.

The spear in the hands of the guerrillas next to him stabbed the Japanese abdomen almost at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the two soldiers rushed towards the Japanese following behind.

The Japanese behind were always alert and immediately reacted as the attack began. The bayonet in his hand consciously pushed a spear that was stabbing at the bushes next to him.

Then he stabbed the bayonet at the despicable sneak attacker.

With a puff sound, the other person in a group of two immediately pierced the spear into the Japanese throat accurately.

The guerrillas who were waiting next to him used a big knife to slash at the neck of the Japanese who was spraying blood without hesitation.

In just a few seconds, the two groups should have practiced countless times. They cooperated with each other with a very tacit understanding, without any hesitation, and without any drag.

Although there are few guns and bullets, the amount of training is not very large.

The first time I participated in a battle, I was not afraid at all except for nervousness and excitement.

Accompanied by three short screams spreading across the mountain stream, the three Japanese fell in pools of blood one after another, and their heads, which were half connected to their necks, were still staring at their triangle eyes hard, as if they were a little regretful...

I regret why I didn't pull the bolt in advance, at least I could fire a shot to warn the sergeant behind me before I died.

A spearman had already clenched the rifle on the ground, and his voice trembled: "Captain, will he kill the wrong person?"

"You see clearly, only the Japanese are wearing a crotch cloth!" The captain directly pulled off the corpse pants and finally breathed a sigh of excitement in his tone: "You have all seen how Japanese soldiers treat us ordinary people before, they not only burned, killed, looted, but also insulted my sisters and compatriots, and killed them to the enemy! Never be ruthless!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! When I think of the miserable situation when I came out of the mountain, the original tension in the hearts of the soldiers who killed the enemy every time turned into anger: "Kill them... I will never be ruthless..."

As a guerrilla team of the mountain defensive forces, I used to have contact with friendly forces for most of the time and had almost zero combat experience.

However, because we are adjacent to friendly forces, there are often teams passing by this area. Over the long run, we have learned a lot of basic training combat skills.

The first battle was won, and two guerrillas went forward to support.

The remaining people immediately began to clean the battlefield, and soon the crotch on the body was also pulled down.

"Captain, what should I do with these three corpses?"

"The wild boars will not appear alone, there must be a wild boar herd nearby..." With nine against three, the guerrilla captain kept reminding himself to calm down and deal with the corpse... After thinking carefully, "Drop the corpse into the bushes and feed the pigs!"

"Then how can we confirm the number of enemies killed to our superiors?"

"It's the same as the number. Will the superiors still tell us that we are lying?"

Just talking.

The two guerrillas in charge of reconnaissance in front retreated together with the two who had just gone to help. The hunter kept shouting: "Captain...No, our actions just now attracted more enemies...a dozen..."

The middle-aged captain immediately shouted: "Why are you panic? This area is our territory. Hurry up and arrange animal traps on the ground. Aren't there only a dozen Japanese? He came just in time. He will hurt them here first, and then slowly drag them to death like wild dogs!"

A soldier hesitated: "We will fight the enemy later. The prisoner we caught just now is burdened, why don't we... kill the ball?"

"You little brat, you dare to take the 'Eight-Origins Attention' as a wind in your ears?" The guerrilla captain looked up at the sky with a dark face. There were more enemies than him. If he brought prisoners to deal with the Japanese, he would be asking for trouble!

If the enemy is targeted, who knows what consequences will occur? Thinking of this, he muttered: "Oh, why has the moonlight become darker? Don't let the prisoner die later..."

"Hehe...Captain...Don't worry..."
Chapter completed!