The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

In an instant, the loud noise seemed to be a signal, followed by a burst of gunfire and shouts.

The peasant soldiers fired their rifles, earthen guns and ancient bird guns at the same time, and the dense bullets poured down on the enemy like a torrential rain.

For a moment, flames flickered, smoke filled the air, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in a tense and intense atmosphere.

At the same time, powerful earth mines exploded one after another, accompanied by bursts of roars, flames shot straight into the sky, thick smoke billowed up, and illuminated everything around red.

"what--"

The enemy was caught off guard by this sudden and fierce attack. They screamed in terror, and their miserable cries instantly pierced the clouds and echoed in the night sky.

"what happened?

In the end what happened? "

Wang Kui screamed in panic, his once complacent face now turned pale, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with unspeakable fear.

Liu Meigao, who was standing by, was so frightened that his face turned pale. His whole body was shaking violently and he was screaming in a nearly distorted voice:

"Hurry...quickly fight back!

We can’t let them succeed!”

However, at this moment the enemy was already in chaos. The soldiers were running around like headless flies, pushing and bumping into each other, and were unable to form any effective defense or counterattack.

Some people just run wildly without paying attention to the direction;

Some people simply fell to the ground, holding their heads tightly with their hands, their bodies trembling with extreme fear.

"Come on!"

Wang Zuo held the gleaming sword tightly in both hands, raised it high above his head, and shouted with all his strength.

In an instant, he rushed out like an arrow from a bow at lightning speed.

As Wang Zuo gave the signal to charge, the peasant soldiers who had been hiding in the ambush points jumped up nimbly like tigers hearing the battle horn.

They were like a surging tide, and like a violent storm, they swept towards the enemy bravely.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with the earth-shaking shouts of the peasant army soldiers.

The sound rose and fell, deafening, as if it could break through the clouds and reach the sky.

The overwhelming murderous intent seemed to completely engulf the enemy, leaving it with nowhere to escape in this dragnet.

Zhao Shao was not to be outdone and rushed out right after the main force.

As he ran wildly, he skillfully pulled the trigger, and the gun in his hand continued to spew out flames.

At this moment, the original fear in his heart had been completely dispelled and replaced by endless anger.

In his eyes, there was nothing else except the hideous and hateful figure of the enemy.

There was only one thought left in his mind: he must wipe out all these enemies and avenge Squad Leader Hu!

"Don't let them get away!"

Yuan Wencai's eyes were wide open with anger, his voice was like a bell, like thunder out of the blue, and the deafening roar instantly spread throughout the entire battlefield.

This sound seemed to have infinite penetrating power, easily piercing through the noisy shouts and clanging sounds of weapons on the battlefield, and going straight into everyone's ears.

Every word seemed to burst out from the depths of his chest, with unquestionable majesty and determination.

At the same time, his eyes, burning with passionate fighting spirit, were like a raging fire, making people dare not look directly at him.

At this moment, Yuan Wencai was like an angry lion, roaring at the enemy with bared fangs and claws, vowing to devour it completely.

And what about the enemy at this time?

They had already been frightened out of their wits and their hearts were broken by the peasant army's overwhelming and fierce attack.

Their eyes were wide open with fear, their faces were pale, and they had completely lost the courage and will to resist.

The weapons that they had originally held tightly in their hands were now like hot potatoes, and they were thrown all over the ground in a panic.

The enemies were seen running around in panic, some even lost their shoes and were running barefoot on the muddy ground.

They pushed and squeezed each other, and some even fell to the ground because they were too panicked. However, they had no time to get up and were trampled by the crowds rushing in from behind.

Their faces were as pale as paper, their lips were trembling constantly, and their legs were as soft as noodles, no longer able to support the weight of their bodies.

Finally, they no longer had the strength to escape and could only kneel on the ground in despair, raise their hands high, beg for mercy, and express their willingness to surrender.

"Haha, what a bunch of cowards!"

Liu San, who was standing aside, looked at the miserable enemies in front of him and couldn't help but raise his head and laugh out loud.

He laughed so hard that tears were almost coming out.

After laughing enough, Liu San raised his foot viciously and kicked one of the surrendering enemies with all his strength.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and the enemy screamed and rolled a long distance away, rolling on the ground several times before stopping.

The enemy was kicked to the ground, but he didn't dare to resist at all. He just lay on the ground and trembled.

However, only Liu San himself knew that at the very beginning of the battle, his heart was filled with fear, fearing that he would die.

At this critical moment, Wang Kui looked at the devastated scene before him, which showed the inevitable defeat, and a deep fear and despair welled up in his heart.

He realized that he was powerless to save the situation, so he became timid and tried to climb onto the horse with trembling hands to escape from this nightmare-like place as soon as possible.

However, Zhao Shao, who had been closely watching his every move, never took his hawk-like eyes away from Wang Kui for a moment.

When he saw Wang Kui preparing to escape on horseback, Zhao Shao raised the heavy spear in his hand without hesitation and aimed steadily at the hind legs of the horse that Wang Kui was riding.

He just hooked his finger lightly and pulled the trigger decisively.

In an instant, there was a loud "bang", as deafening as thunder out of the blue.

The originally docile horse was suddenly frightened and let out a sharp and shrill neigh in pain.

Immediately afterwards, its huge body fell to the ground with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust.

Because the incident happened suddenly, Wang Kui had no time to react.

As the horse fell, he was thrown off the horse's back like a cannonball, drawing an awkward arc in the air and falling heavily to the ground.

For a moment, his face was covered with dust, his hair was messy, and he looked very miserable.

"do not move!"

Zhao Shao shouted loudly, his voice as loud as a bell.

He rushed to Wang Kui in a few steps, his speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

In the blink of an eye, he had come close and quickly put the black muzzle of the gun in his hand against Wang Kui's head. With a cold light flashing in his eyes, he said sternly:

"If you dare to move again, I'll make your head explode!"

Wang Kui was frightened out of his wits, his face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead.

He lay on the ground with his whole body stiff, not even daring to breathe, for fear that the slightest mistake would bring him death.

At the same time, Liu Meigao, who was hiding aside, saw that the situation was not good, but still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, and tried to sneak away while the scene was in chaos and no one noticed him.

Unfortunately, how could he hide his little trick from the sharp-eyed Wang Yaxin?

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