"Lao Mao, you are not sick, are you?" The old man said in surprise that although he was old, he was not old, with a dark face and small eyes shining with sly eyes. At this time, he looked at Lao Mao like a monster. "If you really want this idea, I think you should go back to HQ. If you go to the company, you will be treated as a different kind."
"Isn’t that right? When I came from China, the newspapers all said so, and so did government officials and parliamentarians. "
"You are right, but specifically, we are here to liberate China people, poor people and ordinary people, not including these hairs. They are invaders who invaded our country … descendants of robbers …" Lao said.
Lao Mao frowned and said, "Your kindness will not be rewarded. Although these hairs are respectful to us now, they hate us in their hearts." You will know after a long time. "
"They are afraid of the guns in our hands …" The old rifle horse turned a circle in his hand and said proudly, "Where we go with guns, it’s the uncle who dares not to boom from one gun …"
"Force sometimes backfires …" Lao Mao retorted.
"But without force, everything is talk!" The old saying "I believe you will be white soon" is to be continued.
Chapter 595 Dream
"I’m old hair theory such as all can’t white! Are the Russian people not ordinary people? " He jumped on the horse and waved a whip over the old man and ran to the front. When he saw this appearance, he shook his head and destroyed the horse.
He’s seen a lot of people like Lao Mao. He knows a lot about joining the army. He is the savior of the world. He pays special attention to benevolence and righteousness in foreign wars. Sometimes he would rather sacrifice himself than protect the enemy’s week. This is benevolence and righteousness. It is very stupid.
I was thinking that there was a sudden collapse of the string in front of me, and the old dark call was not good. When I saw it, I saw a road that stopped the horse. I didn’t want to rein in the horse. Even the man and the horse quickly rushed over and broke the rope, and the horse fell down. Old Mao threw it forward and cut down the road.
"Don’t break your neck …" cried the old man secretly. "If so, the fairy will be hard to save …"
Lao Mao, who fell down, got up quickly. He was burly, strong, young, agile and not short-lived and wouldn’t die so easily.
I was secretly glad when I saved two shadows from the nearby Woods, and one of them was still wearing a cloak like black wings, like a big plait.
Lao Mao was unguarded and thrown down. Two hairs pressed the whole body against Lao Mao’s body. One man stretched out his hands to choke Lao Mao’s throat, and another man reached out to catch Lao Mao’s armed pistol.
Lao Mao is a bit of a job, grabbing his neck and hands with one hand and grasping Sam Browne belt with the other hand convulsively to let the enemy pull out his pistol.
However, no matter how hard he struggles, he can’t fight against two strong hairs, even if he is physically strong
The holster was finally hit by Mao, and the throat was getting tighter and tighter. At present, a piece of red blood strength gradually disappeared, and when Mao wanted to give up, two shots suddenly sounded …
A burst of warm blood was sprayed on the back of Lao Mao’s neck. At the same time, Lao Mao felt that the strength at the neck suddenly loosened so that he could breathe smoothly. He took a deep breath and coughed a few times in a row. Then he sat up and took out a pistol from the holster that had been hit. Only then did he see two bodies, one shot in the chest and the blood was still gurgling. The other one was shot in the head, went in from the back of the head and came out from the front, forming a big hole that is expected to penetrate the whole head.
Always riding from behind and saying, "Let’s go. There may be hair around the Woods."
Lao Mao was about to get up when he found a body and held on to his armed belt with one hand. Lao Mao got up and dragged the body a few steps to get rid of it.
Looking up at a forest in front of the road, a dozen old guerrillas wearing red star cloth hats cried, "Don’t worry about me, you have a horse, you go first …"
Old Mao Ma fell to the ground and moaned, which seems to be impossible, and the front is so hairy, so Lao Mao said so.
"There are also some behind. It seems that we are ambushed by Mao," the old man said softly.
"You may be able to break through their encirclement by riding a horse," Lao Mao said.
"What about you?"
"I … think of it as my bad luck," sighed Lao Mao. "I met such bad luck the first time I came out … I can resign myself to fate, but it’s not that easy to catch Lao Mao!"
Old but ha ha smiled. "You are old Mao and they are Mao. This is also a kind of fate."
"It’s also true for my old hair that they are old … when they are old, please invite their children to eat a peanut each."
"Too stingy …" Old laughs.
"You go, I’ll stop the pursuer behind for you." Lao Mao raised his pistol and aimed it at the enemy.
"Our troops have never run away, and we will never run away without our brothers …" The old man said, "I have always fought from France to the Far East, and I have never lost my brothers, not in the past, not now and not in the future …"
"But … there are too many enemies …"
"Is it more than playing in my pocket?" The old man fell on his horse and dashed forward with a whip to destroy the horse. At the same time, his rifle rang loudly. Those guerrillas who rushed across the street fell to the ground. They were knocked down without even having a chance to shoot, and they jumped off the grass on both sides.
Lao took out his pistol and fired a few shots at the grass on both sides, then turned his horse’s head and leaped from Lao Mao’s side, so he slaughtered the highway one-sidedly. It happened strangely again …
The old man rode back to Lao Mao and said to the stunned Lao Mao, "What’s the big deal if there are not many of them? If there are many of them, there’s nothing terrible if we play in our pockets, because the final victory belongs to us … always has been."
"Let’s move on!" The old man shouted angrily, "Forward, forward, our team to the sun …" He couldn’t help singing.
Old Mao respectfully gave way to the old man and then followed the old horse’s ass through this battle. He looked at the old man with new eyes.
Half an hour later, a village old man rode along the road and checked a rifle. This movement made Lao Mao a little nervous and felt strongly uneasy. Finally, he couldn’t help it. "Listen to me, you should go first." He said to the old man, "God knows how much hair there is in this village. After all, there are two of us …"
"Don’t be such a bitch. We’ve come together. Of course, we have to get to the company together." The old man said, "Even if there are many people, are they more than I play in my pocket? Are they more than China people? We must insist that as soon as our support troops come, we will destroy them to the last. "
"Old Mao, you hide here first, and I’ll go to the front to find out." Old Mao said that he stabbed the horse, and the result was faster than estimated. But he had to climb the roof in front of an abandoned wooden house near Darling. There were fifty cavalry running from a mound just half a mile away from him. He saw them wearing all yellow army caps, and a red star recognized them as regular Red Army troops.
"His mother made a fortune. If it weren’t for Lao Mao, he would dare to fight with them, but now he has to find a way …" The old man said to himself.
After watching for a while, there was no team behind the mound, and the cavalry marched in disorder; According to their crooked riding posture, the horses shook their heads nervously. It seems that the cavalry probably just galloped for a while.
The old horse turned around, and the edge of the Woods almost collided with Lao Mao. He made a sign to stop him.
"Are there many people?" Lao Mao asked after hearing his words
"There are about fifty people."
"Is it an infantry?"
"Not cavalry …"
"We are about twenty or thirty miles away from Sanlian Town. Although it will take a short ride, they may not hear the guns here." Lao Mao frowned and said, "Why don’t we hide in the Woods after dark or go around here?"
The old horse gently stroked the rifle magazine and his eyes already showed a dazzling brilliance.
"Just now, I saw me beating in the magazine …" The old man patted the gunner’s level sign on his chest. "Look, I am a senior gunner. A senior gunner can’t flinch because the enemy is strong, but he has to face each other in order to deserve a senior gunner’s honor …"
"And I’ve been promoted to senior gunner for a long time. I’ve always wanted to break through this mouth, but I haven’t had this opportunity. I think now the opportunity has come to kill these 50 cavalry. Maybe my marksmanship can be broken and promoted to sharpshooter level, which is what a gunman dreams of." To be continued.
Chapter 596 Birch forest
Lao has made up his mind. "Lao Maoshi can’t do it. You can hide in the Woods …" Lao Low said in a commanding tone. "If you talk too much about retreating and the enemy to shake my determination … look, I won’t beat you to death! ….. "He suddenly make a determined effort to low said.
Lao once again told Lao Mao to stay where he was, and then he got off his horse, swinging his rifle and leading the horse to the front village.
He walked quietly to the original wooden house and found that the Mao cavalry was approaching. He always knew that they were Red Army guerrillas when he saw the red five-star embroidered on the brim of their hats, and among them, there was a man with a dignified face and a silver beard, and his clothes were neat and brand-new. No one dared to look at him everywhere and knew that that man must be the commander of this team.
At this time, Lao Mao followed, with a revolver in his hand behind him.
"Let me help you. We’re on the same team, aren’t we?" He said to the old Qiao Qiao
"Don’t lift your head so high … hey what are you looking at? Hurry up! Bow their heads and don’t let the hair see … "Old frown pushed the old hair.
The number of Mao cavalry is relatively large, and Lao Mao suddenly felt a strong panic, just like the feeling that he was grabbed by his throat just now, which made him feel suffocated
However, when he saw the old man holding out the rifle muzzle steadily, he finally managed to control himself. When the old man appeared in front of him, he had a strange letter in his heart.
The cavalry is very close, and the horses’ hooves and riders can be heard whispering. Some people’s faces can tell the difference between the old hair and the old look on their faces-especially the look of a fat officer who just ran to the front. The man with a shiny black pipe in his mouth and two beautiful beards bent up on horseback seems to be tottering.
"This guy is probably a political commissar …" Old Mao, who is as cool as a cucumber, is still a little nervous and can’t get up. He looked intently at the officer’s appearance and thought that he couldn’t help adding this air to the officer who usually gives the enemy the worst quality. "But how my heart beats! ….. Should have a gun? Really? ….. Don’t wait until they get to the birch whose bark has fallen off … But why does he stagger so proudly on horseback? ….. It’s really not like … "
"attention!" At the moment when the cavalry arrived at the Bai Ye tree with peeling bark, the old man suddenly cried in a low voice, "I’m going to shoot the gun, and what happens after the enemy may launch a counterattack. I may not be able to control it … I can leave it to fate … I may not care about you. Be careful! ……”