This killer star of the War of Resistance Against Japan was only 9 years old.

Chapter 132 Saving Zheng Xian 2

But Zheng Xian soon realized that he had virtually no chance to fire. The thing in the short man's hand was probably a submachine gun, but it was much more powerful than a submachine gun.

Their firepower was unbelievably fierce, and their marksmanship was ridiculously accurate; they could take down an enemy soldier with a single shot.

The Japanese squad that had initially cornered their group was quickly wiped out by him.

The Japanese lieutenant on the other side was also a bit stunned by Bai Luo's firepower; they were almost able to capture someone.

Then, out of nowhere, Cheng Yaojin appeared, and his marksmanship was incredibly accurate. In just a short while, less than 10 of their 40-plus men were dead.

This made him somewhat fearful of the enemy's marksmanship and fierce firepower.

Fortunately, reinforcements have arrived, and they only need to hold off these two people for a few minutes.

Thinking of this, he immediately shouted to the few remaining soldiers around him.

"Defensive fire, don't expose yourselves, hold them off, our reinforcements have arrived."

Bai Luo also heard the shouts from the Japanese lieutenant on the other side.

He sneered inwardly, "You think too highly of yourself."

Bai Luo pulled out a grenade from his waist, removed the pin, held it in his hand for two seconds, and then threw it towards the direction from which the sound was coming from.

The Japanese lieutenant had just finished speaking when he felt something fly over.

Before the Japanese lieutenant could even see what was flying towards him, the thing exploded with a "bang".

The Japanese lieutenant suddenly felt everything go black, and then intense pain shot through his eyes, face, and body.

After the grenade exploded, Bai Luo instantly dodged from behind the tree that was being used as cover and rushed towards the hiding place of the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side.

With the help of the monitoring radar, Bai Luo quickly reaped the lives of these Japanese devils.

Zheng Xian had become somewhat numb following behind Bai Luo. Every time he aimed at a Japanese soldier and was about to fire, the next second the soldier's head would explode into a cloud of blood mist, making him seem a bit dazed.

After all the Japanese soldiers in front of them were eliminated, Bai Luo led Zheng Xian to escape to the west. According to the monitoring radar, only the west side did not have any Japanese soldier markers for the time being.

"Huff... Huff..." Zheng Xian felt like his lungs were about to explode. He had been running at full speed for more than an hour, and every step he took forward sent a burning pain through his lungs.

Having barely escaped death, he was unwilling to give up so easily, not because he was afraid of dying, but because he had a more important mission.

Bai Luo, standing beside him, looked at Zheng Xian, who was running slower and slower, and then looked at the shells that had just landed not far away.

Are you still okay?

Hearing the words of the short man next to him, Zheng Xian also felt a strange malice.

Honestly, if this short man hadn't killed nearly 50 Japanese soldiers in front of him and spoken fluent Mandarin, he would have thought the short man was also a Japanese.

But Zheng Xian, whose body had indeed reached its limit, knew that now was not the time to be stubborn, and still managed to speak.

"Brother...thanks, I've been running...for a long time now, and I'm...out of strength...there are more and more Japanese soldiers...you should run first...cough cough cough."

Hearing his intermittent words, Bai Luo realized that he had indeed reached his limit. Without further ado, he hoisted Zheng Xian onto his shoulder, exerted force with his feet, and instantly increased his speed by more than one level.

Zheng Xian felt a sudden dizziness, and when he could see clearly what was happening in front of him, he found himself being carried on the shoulder of the short man in front of him, face down.

Just as he was about to speak, the mud kicked up by Bai Luo's feet was flung into his mouth.

He swallowed back what Zheng Xian was about to say.

After Zheng spat out the mud from his mouth, he felt the whistling wind in his ears and the stinging sensation from the dry grass that occasionally brushed against his face.

Zheng Xian now realizes he was wrong; he's grown so big for nothing, and it turns out that the best things come in small packages.

This speed is faster than he could run empty-handed during his prime.

As Zheng Xian gradually caught his breath, he endured the jolting in his abdomen, grabbed Bai Luo's bulletproof vest with both hands, and used the leverage to lift his head up.

This guy was so short; the tall guy, who was over 1.8 meters tall, was perched on his shoulder, and the dry grass on the ground stung his face.

The Japanese squad leader who had just arrived as reinforcements was also dumbfounded. The two enemies in front of them, whose figures could be seen through the gaps in the trees, were clearly losing their strength, especially the big one.

Thinking they'd catch up with the two quickly, the shorter one simply hoisted the taller one onto his shoulder and started running.

That speed was faster than a starving rat running in his hometown.

Within seconds, they had pulled far ahead of them, making them almost invisible. This greatly alarmed the Japanese squad leader, who immediately ordered his men to speed up the pursuit.

But as time went by, the Japanese squad leader watched the distance between the two sides grow ever wider and his men become increasingly breathless.

He felt that the person in front of him wasn't carrying a person, but a V8 engine.

Realizing he was about to lose them, the squad leader quickly stopped his pursuit and ran to the radio operator, who was almost exhausted.

He's going to call for reinforcements.

There were mobile units outside the woods, and the Japanese squad leader didn't believe that the two men in front could outrun four vehicles.

Zheng Xian, who was struggling to raise his head, saw that the Japanese soldiers behind him had been left far behind and quickly signaled Bai Luo to stop.

After receiving a signal from the person on his shoulder, Bai Luo glanced at the monitoring radar.

The monitoring radar showed that the Japanese soldiers had been nearly a kilometer ahead of him and had stopped their pursuit, remaining stationary in place.

Bai Luo then stopped and put Zheng Xian down.

After Zheng Xian got off Bai Luo's shoulder, he immediately leaned over a tree and dry heaved for a long time before he recovered.

Turning to look at Bai Luo, he was about to speak when he heard the short man in front of him speak first.

Why is your face so red? Especially your forehead.

Zheng Xian was silent for a moment, then hesitated before saying, "Perhaps it's because the blood and qi are flowing backwards."

Bai Luo thought this explanation was reasonable, so she didn't press the matter further. Instead, she asked about the purpose of saving him in the first place.

Do you know where the Japanese airfield is?

Zheng was taken aback by the question, and instead carefully examined the short man in front of him, who was wearing a helmet similar to a steel helmet and sunglasses that were attached to the helmet.

His face was covered with a pure black mask, and not a single inch of his skin was exposed.

The equipment he was wearing was something even Zheng Xian, who had been in intelligence work for many years, had never heard of before.

Suddenly he remembered the two people that his contact, Comrade Qingping, had asked him to inquire about.

To be precise, it was two children. He still vividly remembers the description of the two people given by his superior, Comrade Qingping.