The Japanese ghost was suddenly attacked. They did not understand the situation and dared not attack rashly. We had no guys in our hands and did not dare to attack. Both sides were like two dung beetles meeting on narrow roads, and no one gave way to anyone.

The Japanese ghost's gun technique is so powerful that I dare not show my head again. The moon hid in the clouds, and it was pitch black all around, and only the Japanese ghost's corpses were still burning vigorously. The leopard whispered: "Go back."

We slowly crawled back dozens of meters and prepared to retreat into the bushes. The moon emerged from the clouds again. I suddenly saw that there were three Japanese ghosts dozens of meters ahead. They held guns and hugged, and leaned quietly like thieves. It turned out that just when the two sides were confronting each other, three Japanese ghosts had quietly climbed away, and walked around, trying to make dumplings and attack us from behind.

Japanese ghosts are so cunning.

We had already climbed to the edge of the bushes, and the leopard shouted, "Run!" We turned and ran into the bushes. Behind, the gunshots of the Japanese ghosts broke a branch beside me, which fell to the ground like a cut sorghum pole. In the darkness, I heard a scream, I don't know who was hit by the gun.

The leopard shouted again: "Let's go down." We all lay down.

Three Japanese ghosts had just chased into the bushes, and a trembling sound suddenly came from my ears. Then, a Japanese ghost fell down under the moonlight in the bushes. The remaining two Japanese ghosts turned around and ran out of the bushes, stood up and shot an arrow. The arrow was inserted into the back of a Japanese ghost. The Japanese ghost escaped from the bushes like a pig with its tail raised, terrified.

The leopard shouted: "Run quickly."

We ran in the bushes until we were out of breath, and stopped, counted the number of people, and found that there were no escorts.

There were screams and scoldings from afar behind him, which were the sound of a detacher. The curse was mixed with the sound of a Japanese ghost, and the sound became weaker and weaker, and finally he calmed down completely.

In the darkness, I heard the leopard's teeth clattering not far away.

We walked south in the bushes, the Japanese army was in the north, and the white beggar relied on the Big Dipper to distinguish the direction. Therefore, even though it was pitch black around us, we would not encounter the Japanese army.

The Third Master and the White Beggar are both masters of astrology. Relying on the constellations to distinguish directions is a piece of cake for them. In the north, that is, the Yellow River Basin and north of the Yellow River, the Beidou star is considered the most important constellation because people have to distinguish directions, determine seasons, and plant food through the Beidou star. At different times and seasons, the Beidou star appears in the northern sky differently. In ancient times, without a calendar and an alarm clock, the Beidou star was the alarm clock and calendar for northerners.

Below, I need to introduce the Big Dipper in detail. Because it is the most important constellation in the north, everyone, especially northerners, must understand the Big Dipper.

The Big Dipper is the Big Dipper. It consists of the seven stars Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang and Yaoguang. Connect them all together and become the spoons used by ancient people to scoop wine. However, in ancient times, the spoons were not called spoons, but Dou, and this was the Big Dipper.

The order of the Big Dipper is arranged from left to right, from top to bottom. Among them, the first Tianshu star and the second Tianxuan star are almost parallel. When you look up at the starry sky at night, it is easy to find the Big Dipper in the sky. Then, in your imagination, connect Tianshu and Tianxuan into a line, and then extend the distance to the left by five times. There is a very bright star, that is the North Star.

Everyone has heard of the North Star, which is the direction of the north. For millions of years, this planet has been looked up by many people, and has pointed it to many people walking in the dark night. However, today, people rarely see it again in the Yellow River Basin and north of the Yellow River, because the haze caused by air pollution blocks people's attention. The North Star is only in the legend of people.

After dawn, we walked to the bushes and passed through the bushes. There was a large swamp, with weeds like dysentery growing in the swamp. On the other side of the swamp, there was a birch forest that could not be seen at a glance.

Tiaoliu said: "I know there is a natural mechanism in this birch forest. Just don't want Japanese ghosts. If he comes, he will let him die."

Leopard said: "Why didn't you come? You will definitely come."

I asked: "What mechanism?"

Trollu said, "You will know in a while."

I jumped into the swamp, and the black mud flowed slowly, with bubbles. The mud flooded the silt, and the last strand of hair disappeared on the surface of the silt. I shouted in surprise, but the silt quickly popped up again. He cracked his mouth and smiled. I saw that except for his teeth and eyes, his other parts of his body were covered with silt.

"Jump down quickly, the swamp is not deep at all, it only reaches the chest."

Since we said that there was an organ in the birch forest and jumped out of the swamp, then we must have his intention. Time is tight, and the Japanese ghosts chased after us. We didn't have time to think too much, so we jumped into the swamp. Sure enough, the mud in the swamp only reached our chest.

We were covered with black mud, smelly mud, and walked into the birch forest. Looking up, we saw several huge hornet nests on the branches, scattered among the birch trees more than ten meters around. Each hornet nest is as big as a mature sunflower.

The hornet is several times larger than the bee. Its toxicity is several times larger than that of the bee. There are thousands of hornets in each hornet's nest. The secret weapon mentioned by the gang is these huge hornets nests.

We hid in the grass, pulled the bow and arrow, aimed at the hornet's nest. Now, we are only worried that the Japanese ghosts will not come to die.

After about a bag of cigarettes, several Japanese ghosts chased into the birch forest. Through the gaps in the bushes, I saw Japanese ghosts wearing yellow military uniforms, hugging their waists, holding long rifles, and looking at both sides as they walked. There was no black mud on their clothes. These Japanese ghosts were very smart and they bypassed the swamp.

The Japanese ghost walked under a huge wasp nest, and the bullet hiding in the bushes shot an arrow. Unfortunately, because the bushes blocked, the arrow shot on the trunk of a tree next to it. The Japanese ghost suddenly heard the sound of the bow and arrow pulling, and the trembling sound of the bow string, and they climbed onto the ground together.

Groups of hornets lingered around the beehive like yellow clouds, but they didn't fly down. They pulled the bow and arrow, took the risk of standing up and shooting an arrow at the beehive. At the same time, the gun in the Japanese ghost's hand sounded, and the bullet fell to the ground as if it was suddenly hit by wood.

The arrow that was shot out flew straight towards the hornet's nest. The sharp arrowhead passed through the hornet and cut half of the hive. I suddenly couldn't see the sun. Thousands of hornets flew down in black, and my ears were filled with the buzzing sound of shaking hornets' wings.

I climbed to Lanliu and saw a bullet drilling into Lanliu's eyebrows. A wisp of blood rested on the tip of his nose like a thin line. Countless hornets fell on my back. They rubbed their legs and feet against my skin, and then flew away reluctantly. The huskets were buzzing with heart-wrenching howls, and that sound was even more sad than killing a pig.

That was the cry of a Japanese ghost.

After a while, the buzzing sound disappeared, like a gust of wind. I quietly raised my head and suddenly saw an extremely frightened scene. Several Japanese ghosts lay on the ground in a row, motionless, and guns were thrown on the ground like branches. Every inch of their skin exposed outside their clothes was purple and red, their heads were swollen like feces, and their fingers were swollen like carrots.

We walked over and kicked the Japanese ghosts. They didn't move like dead pigs. Their facial features were difficult to distinguish, as if they were stepped on by a cow's hooves and were stepped on into persimmon cakes.

We picked up the Japanese ghost's gun and turned around and walked into the depths of the birch forest.

I looked at it and felt sad. He came suddenly and left carelessly, and I didn't even know his real name.

The bounce slipped away, and the last clue of the Third Master and Yan Zi was also broken.

Behind him, the Japanese ghost chased him again.

We came to a rolling hill, walked along the valley, came to the lake, and walked along the lake for a while, and found a raft hidden among the reeds.

We sat on the raft, and the raft was paddling to the center of the lake, and then we saw the Japanese ghost appearing in the distant sight.

The Japanese ghosts couldn't catch up with them. Even if they wanted to chase them, they didn't have the tools to cross the river.

We walked up the other side of the lake, and there were bushes not far away.

The leopard said, "Let's go, we burned the Japanese ghost ship, relying on their short figures, jumping into the lake will be dead."

We had just turned around and walked a few steps when a shout from the lake came from the other side of the lake: "Don't leave, do you know this person?"

The voice was extremely familiar. I turned my head and saw several Japanese ghosts pushing out a man with a big tie. A Japanese ghost walked to the bound person with a command knife around his waist. He limped, and he was actually the old man, Honda Shiichiro.

My old couple won’t recognize me because I’m covered in mud.

Lao Tong pulled out the command knife and raised the tied man's chin horizontally. When I saw it, I was even more surprised. It was Master.

Lao Tong shouted to us on the lake: "I know the purpose of your visit is to steal this person. I let you break this thought today."

Master Zu has dark skin, small figure, ragged clothes, and shaking when walking. He has many scars on his body. Two Japanese ghosts tied him to a branch, but Master Zu did not resist. He has lost the ability to resist.

A Japanese ghost pulled Master's right arm up, and the old man used a command knife to gesture at Master's shoulder armor. Suddenly, he raised his command knife with both hands and slashed it down. Master's right arm fell down. Master's torn shouts.

The Japanese ghosts were laughing. A Japanese ghost used a bayonet to lift the broken arm that the master fell to the ground, circled around his head, and threw it towards the lake. The master's broken arm drew an arc in the air and landed in the water, and the water splashed very high.

The old couple shouted to this side: "Don't you want it? Take it."

The master tied to a tree screamed, the leopard's face was covered with tears, and he said to me: "Dao Dog, shoot one, shoot one."

I don't know if the leopard said that it was aiming at the master who was insufferable pain or the proud old friend. I lay on the ground, aimed at the opposite shore, pulled the trigger, but found that there was no bullet. I changed another gun, but there was still no bullet.

In fact, even if there are bullets, I can't fire them.

On the other side of the lake, a Japanese ghost pulled one of the master's legs, and Lao Tong slashed it down with another knife. The master's legs and feet fell to the ground. A stream of blood squirted out, and the man who was pulling the master's legs and feet was covered in blood.

The master did not shout anymore, and his head hung down. Lao Tong and the Japanese ghosts surrounded the incomplete master, dancing with their hands and feet.

The leopard waved and said, "Get on the boat and kill the Japanese ghost raised by the bitch. It's not too late to leave."

We are leopards, black and white beggars, and me.

As night came, we paddled across the lake on a raft.

Japanese ghosts walked along the lake from the west. Without wooden boats, they could only look for bridges. The bridges were very rare and simple on the grassland, and were only for transfers. Transitions mean that people drove the flocks to find pastures. Generally, they were once a year, once in summer and once in winter. These bridges for the flocks to walk were single-plank bridges.

After we crossed the lake, we took advantage of the night to chase westward.

This is the second time I have walked into this vast sandy land, but the leopard has lived here with the master for a long time. The black and white beggars have also traveled through this sand many times. On this sandy land, the master and his team arranged the mechanisms and where they could pass. The leopard is very clear about where they arranged the mechanisms and where they could pass.

Walking west along the lake shore, there is only a winding path. In some places there are swamps that cannot be passed through and can only be bypassed; in some places there are dense bushes and date thorns, which cannot be passed through. Japanese ghosts don’t know, but we know.

Just as the Japanese ghosts tentatively reached their legged feet into the swamp, we had already made a big circle and walked in front of them and intercepted them.

The number of Japanese ghosts is more than us, which is not an advantage; the number of Japanese ghosts with guns is not an advantage. To survive in this harsh natural environment, the advantage is to be familiar with this natural geography.

We used various methods to ambush Japanese ghosts, and I can remember these things now:

We cut off the reeds, put them in our mouths, dig a pit, and fell asleep, and only exposed the reed tubes to the ground. It won’t take long to waste all the traces. The place we chose was next to the road that Japanese ghosts must pass through. The Japanese ghosts have been here in this sand for many days and fought another big battle. They were physically and mentally exhausted, and they walked fast and slow along the way. We specifically worked at the last one.

When the Japanese ghost was resting, counted the number of people and found that there were fewer people. Only then did I realize that someone was eyeing him. Since then, when the Japanese ghost walked, he no longer dared to be alone. He hugged him into a group and walked slowly step by step.

Walking west dozens of miles, there is a forest, and there are traps arranged by the masters and the others in the woods. The sharpened wood is tied into rake teeth and is mounted on the top of the tree. The rake teeth are connected to thin ropes, and the thin ropes are hidden in the grass. As long as the Japanese ghost touches a thin rope like a hair, the rake teeth will fall off the top of his head and penetrate his body. The rake teeth are a kind of farm tool, which is a large farm tool, and now they have disappeared in the countryside.

Along the way, Japanese ghosts were in a panic, if they were walking in the market.

The Japanese ghost finally found the single-plank bridge that was relocated, but we had already done our tricks and we dug the bridge under it. After the Japanese ghost walked to the center of the bridge, the bridge broke and they all fell down.

We hid among the trees and saw that the rest of the Japanese ghosts were washed away by the current, and only one of them climbed onto the other side.

He limped away. That was his old friend. This Japanese spy is extraordinary and he can swim. Any Japanese ghost who came to China to be a spy back then knew all kinds of martial arts, and he was extraordinary.

Kill the old co-worker.

Through the lake, we could only watch Lao Tong limp and escape like a lame duck. We decided to find him again in the future. It was not difficult to find him. Wherever there were Japanese troops stationed or where there was a limp Japanese leader, that person was Lao Tong.

We found a wooden boat hidden among the reeds along the shore of the lake. We rowed across the lake and then headed to Grile. We said that on the way from Guruchi to Grile, he always felt someone chasing him; and after Grile, there was no one following behind him.

Guruchi and Gerile must be following the third division uncle and swallow. Because they snatched back the big diamond, the third division uncle and swallow were looking for the big diamond.

We came to Grile.

There is a hill outside Gerile Village, and there is a flock of sheep on the hillside. The white flock is quietly eating grass on the hillside. From a distance, it looks like a starry sky. The flock of sheep is an old man wearing a sheepskin coat, and he is like an old sheep standing up. He holds a long sheep whip in his hand. Whenever a sheep who doesn't want to follow the rules runs far away, the old man will sway the long sheep whip, and the whip tips are like snakes, ripping loudly in the air.

The old man said: "There is a tomb just west of Gerile, on a hill more than ten miles away. It is the place where Han people from all over the countryside buried after their death. There is a house next to the tomb, and people who live in the tombs guarding the tombs. However, in recent years, because the Japanese occupied the northeast, fewer and fewer Han people on the grasslands have been abandoned. A few days ago, two groups of people fought there. Later, they all ran to the west."

Leopard asked: "Who are those people?"

The old man said, "I don't know, I'm so fierce, who dares to come and see. I only saw a woman."

My heart is tight.

When we arrived at the tomb, there were no traces of fighting in the tomb. The grassland was windy at night, with sand in the wind. In just half an hour, all the marks on the ground would be buried by the wind and sand. There were about a few hundred tombs, and each tomb was covered with desolate weeds and wild flowers.

I felt uncomfortable, so I picked up a stone and threw it aimlessly towards a tomb. A hare jumped out of the tomb and rushed far away in panic. Seeing that we were not chasing, I stopped suspiciously and turned around to look at us.
To be continued...