A magazine of 30,000 rounds, you call it Hanyang

Judging from the sound, it was the Japanese who were shouting.

With the help of the faint light coming from the mining area and the twinkling stars in the sky, Zheng Kaixuan raised the telescope and could vaguely see about five or six people running towards them.

The black shadow running in front was staggering and limping, but was still running forward desperately.

About twenty or thirty meters behind this man, four or five Japanese soldiers were chasing him, cursing and shouting in broken Chinese.

"hidden!"

At Zheng Kaixuan's command, dozens of soldiers following him instantly crouched down, each looking for cover and hiding themselves in the darkness.

"Try not to shoot. Kill these devils quietly. If you can capture them alive, try to do so."

Zheng Kaixuan looked at the mining area not far away, then looked in the direction of Wang Xikui and others, and made arrangements in a low voice.

At this critical moment, if gunshots were heard, the Japanese in the mining area would immediately become alert, and all the previous efforts would be wasted.

However, no matter who the devils were chasing, he had to save them! Nor could he ignore them.

Soon, the sound of footsteps came closer to the crowd.

"Pfft!"

The limping figure ran past the crowd not far away, but before he ran far, he was tripped by a stone and fell to the ground.

At this moment, four Japanese devils came chasing after them.

"Bagayalu, Liu Sang, the locust army has treated you well, but you don't know how to be grateful, and you actually want to escape..."

Several Japanese soldiers pounced on the man lying on the ground.

At this critical moment, the soldiers of the spearhead regiment moved.

Several figures rushed out like arrows.

"Little devil, I'll fuck your ancestors!"

Niu Dashan picked up a big iron stick and smashed it down like a mountain without saying a word.

Before the Japanese soldier could react and even made a sound, his head was smashed into pieces by the stick and he became a corpse.

Song Pengcheng and several other soldiers were also extremely agile. They flew out, grabbed the Japanese's throats, and stabbed the daggers in their hands into the Japanese's hearts.

All four devils were killed instantly.

Although no one was left alive, Zheng Kaixuan did not blame the soldiers.

After all, the devil's hand was on the gun, and it could go off at any time. He was watching beside him, and it was too difficult to capture him alive without hearing any gunshots.

At this moment, the man who was chased by the Japanese and fell to the ground stood up and was carried by two soldiers to Zheng Kaixuan.

"You, you are the Eighth Route Army?"

The man had an untidy beard and his clothes were almost all torn into strips. Blood was still flowing from his arms and thighs, and he looked extremely miserable.

However, when he was rescued by the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment and saw the military uniforms worn by Zheng Kaixuan and others, his eyes suddenly lit up.

In an instant, there was light in his eyes, and tears welled up in his eyes. He was extremely excited.

"Great, it's really great to see you all."

"Brother, don't get excited."

Seeing that he had too many wounds on his body, Zheng Kaixuan quickly ordered Song Pengcheng to carry the man to a secluded place, and took out a water bottle and some iodine and bandages carried by the soldiers to clean and bandage his wounds.

Afterwards, Zheng Kaixuan had a brief conversation with the man surnamed Liu.

You don’t know until you talk about it, and you’ll be surprised when you do.

After learning this person's identity, Zheng Kaixuan was overjoyed and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"It's really like someone comes to give us a pillow just when we're sleepy. It seems even God is helping us."

"Lao Liu, you showed up just in time! Now our fellows in the mine are saved. No one can stop the Japanese from being wiped out today!"