Anti-Japanese Black Wolf Special Forces

Chapter 548 Death Row Prisoner

Yuan Shuai and others took the opportunity to retreat quickly.

Although the national army had withdrawn a long way, many footprints and traces were left on the road. With Yuan Shuai's keen sense of smell, they quickly evacuated in the direction and avoided going in the wrong direction.

On the way, Little Sweet Potato was running and breathing heavily.

"Boss, these guys are so heartless. Why should we follow them and be their bodyguards?"

"Dian Gua is right. Let them attract the devils for us, and we'll go the other way!"

The bobcat was also panting heavily as it ran.

This is a tropical rainforest with high temperature and humidity, which makes people very uncomfortable.

Even Yuan Shuai and Hu Dacai seemed to be struggling.

Yuan Shuai explained as he ran.

"We don't know the route, but maybe they do! Besides, we don't know where the Japanese are. If someone ambush us in the woods and suddenly launches a volley of bullets, we will either be killed or injured! They are running in front, so they can scout the way for us! Moreover, the Japanese have more people than us, so we need to follow more people! If we want to fight back, we must rely on more people!"

"Damn it, these bastards got a bargain!"

Although the mountain cat and the little sweet potato looked unhappy, they had to continue running along the footprints.

Not far ahead, after Du Shao led the team to run for a long distance, they saw that there were no Japanese soldiers behind them. Apart from sporadic gunshots from the Japanese soldiers guiding their companions, there were no more intense gunshots.

"Take a break, the Japs have been shaken off by us, take a break!"

"I can't run anymore, I really can't run anymore!"

"Take a break!"...

One after another, many soldiers lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

Du Shao stopped and supported his knees with his hands, breathing heavily.

Everyone's clothes and pants were soaked with sweat.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping from his face and forehead.

"There are still gunshots, it seems they should still be alive!"

"I hope they are dead. If they are dead, they won't continue to follow us!"

"I hope they are still alive, because even if they die, the Japanese will still hunt us down, and we need them to continue to serve as our bodyguards!"

"But, Captain, you seem to be very familiar with them. Who are they and why are they so good at fighting?"

Someone in the crowd made a suggestion, and everyone's eyes immediately fell on Du Shao.

"Hei... ahem, they are all death row prisoners!"

Du Shao almost said the three words "Black Wolf Army".

But he quickly changed his tune.

Because everyone here has heard of the Black Wolf Army.

If they knew that Yuan Shuai was the marshal of the Black Wolf Army, I'm afraid these people would follow Yuan Shuai.

In that case, he would be left alone.

As for death row inmates, these people will unconsciously avoid suspicion.

Because everyone will consider their own career, and for the sake of their own future, no one will hang out with a group of death row inmates.

Moreover, death row inmates are always cruel and immoral, and are ready to drag others down with them at any time.

Naturally, they don't want to be cannon fodder for these people.

Sure enough, some voices emerged from the crowd.

"Damn it! I was wondering why they were so good at fighting. Turns out they are all death row prisoners. They are all desperate guys!"

"It seems like I have to be more careful with them next time!"

"A bunch of death row prisoners, they deserve to die, we should let them cover our retreat!"...

"There seems to be someone behind us!"

After a while, someone heard footsteps and quickly turned around and raised his rifle.

"Don't shoot! The sound of gunfire will attract the Japanese!"

Du Shao shouted quickly.

All the fingers on the triggers loosened.

Looking at Yuan Shuai and others running here, everyone looked at each other in astonishment.

"Damn, these death row inmates are really awesome!"

"There were so many devils, but we didn't kill them all!"

"Everyone is back, and it seems no one is injured!"

"Damn, I'm so lucky!"

It’s better not to call them death row prisoners in the future to avoid offending these guys.

Although no one said the last sentence out loud, everyone kept it in their hearts.

Because they don't want to die at the hands of these 'death row prisoners'.

However, Yuan Shuai stopped about ten meters away from them and rested on the spot, instead of continuing to run towards them.

Several people quickly checked their weapons and ammunition and loaded bullets into their rifles.

Some people even cut some vines to make straw hats and tied some branches around their bodies as camouflage.

"Hey, how many devils are there behind us!"

Du Shao yelled at Yuan Shuai in displeasure.

“I don’t know, but I guess there will be more and more!”

When Yuan Shuai looked at Du Shao, he gripped the gun tightly with both hands, with his right index finger always on the trigger.

Because he saw hostility in these people's eyes.

In order to ensure the safety of his brothers, he must be vigilant to prevent tragedy from happening.

"Then how many devils did you kill?"

Someone in the crowd asked while panting, as if he had not fully recovered yet.

"No, I didn't have time to escape, so who would bother to count this!"

As soon as Yuan Shuai finished speaking, Hu Dacai put a ready-made straw hat on him.

He touched his straw hat, smiled with satisfaction, and then asked.

"Master Du, how far is our destination? When can we get there?"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes turned to Du Shao.

There were originally more than fifty of them, but more than ten of them died during the forced landing, and some others were killed by the Japanese before that.

Now, there are only 24 people around Du Shao, plus the six here by Yuan Shuai, so all together, there are only 30 people left.

They now have to find the Kuomintang camp as soon as possible to ensure their own safety.

Otherwise, if we were surrounded by the Japanese in this jungle, we would be damned dead.

Du Shao swallowed awkwardly and said.

"Our destination is Amba, which shouldn't be far away. We should be able to get there in one day!"

Du Shao only knew that the location was Amba, but he didn't know the direction, let alone the route.

However, in order to get the team to follow him, this was all he could say.

He can't just say, I don't know.

If that were the case, who would be willing to follow him?

The team disbanded.

These national soldiers actually believed it and nodded.

"Damn it, there's still one day!"

"Looks like we need to hurry up!"

"Run away before the devils come!"

"Captain, run over there now!"

"This way! You two are in front!"

Du Shao casually pointed in a direction and even ordered two soldiers with rifles to stand in the front.

The two soldiers retorted unhappily.

“Why should we be in the front?”

“There are so many people, why let us be in the front!”

"We are not convinced!"

The two soldiers gritted their teeth.

"Hand over your gun if you don't agree!"

"Yes, if you don't agree, hand over your gun!"

The two Nationalist soldiers who did not get guns, bayonets or grenades immediately shouted loudly, and others also started shouting.

The two soldiers held their rifles tightly, not daring to let go.

These days, this place is full of devils. Guns are their life-saving possessions, and no one will give their guns to others.