In the evening, the sun is about to set, and the last sunlight shines on this land stained with blood.
The sky gradually darkened, and after nearly an hour of rest, the soldiers gradually recovered their physical strength.
Liao Mingyu took the sniper rifle and left the small warehouse with the remaining 60 people of the Sichuan Army and embarked on their journey again...
He gave his Thompson to Meng Fan. Now more than half of the soldiers in the Sichuan Army have Thompson submachine guns with explosive firepower.
It turned out that traditional rifles from the Second World War were simply not suitable for fighting in the jungle. The reason is very simple. The gun body is too long, the shooting speed is slow, it is difficult to aim, and it is susceptible to moisture.
On the jungle battlefield, soldiers are in close contact. Except for open areas, the fighting distance is between 50 and 100 meters. This powerful, durable and compact automatic weapon is very powerful, completely equivalent to a light machine gun in a person's hand.
"Liao, I think we should go to the British military airport. I know a few British military officers there, and you can get enough rest and replenishment." Jamie walked next to Liao Mingyu and couldn't help but persuade him.
"Jamie, it's very possible that there are no English people at the airport you mentioned," Liao Mingyu shook his head and said to him softly.
"That's impossible..." Jamie was about to retort. He was interrupted by Long Wenwen who came up.
"Tuan Zuo, look at it. The nearest location is a British military airport, 15 kilometers west of us. However, it is currently occupied by the Japs. How about we just go here first to get a feel for it?" Long Wenwen asked. Liao Mingyu opened the map and pointed at a highlighted location.
Originally, he was unwilling to go to an important military place like the airport to stroke the little devil's beard, but the weapons and equipment and the quality of the individual soldiers of this Sichuan regiment gave him great confidence.
"Now the Japs' planes basically take off from this airport. My plan is that as long as we capture the airport, the Japs' fighter planes will not be able to take off tomorrow, and they will no longer be able to pose a threat to our transport planes. Zenda From there, we can continuously transport troops here, and our chances will increase." Long Wenwen said excitedly.
Liao Mingyu thought for a while, and it was indeed true. It was of great strategic significance to go to the airport now, but he might encounter a lot of little devils along the way. It was not easy for them to have less than 70 people and dragging two wounded soldiers with them. Little pressure.
"Ding, the mission is released. Occupy the Japanese airport and annihilate the Japanese airport garrison. Mission reward: a Maxim heavy machine gun, 1,000 rounds of 7.92mm machine gun ammunition. 30 US-made M26 grenades, 2,000 mall points. If the mission fails, the host will be deducted. 3,000 points." The cold voice of the system sounded again at an inappropriate time...
Riding a horse like this again, forcing me to work... Liao Mingyu felt miserable. "Damn it, give it your best, you can get riches in danger!" He gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
"Sichuan Army Corps, target Japanese airfield, set off!"
Everyone then headed west and quickly entered the dense and thick tropical jungle.
The troops marched for about half an hour. Liao Mingyu suddenly frowned. He clenched his fist and raised it quickly, and stopped at the same time.
The others also quickly stopped moving forward, half-crouched, and in small groups, raised their guns and alerted the surroundings.
Liao Mingyu was gratified by everyone's reaction, and the tactical cooperation became more and more tacit.
His eyes met Long Wenwen's.
At this moment, Long Wenwen also showed the same expression. He listened carefully to the sounds nearby. Suddenly he leaned down quickly, his ears close to the ground.
After a moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Liao Mingyu: "There are Japs!"
"Yeah" Liao Mingyu nodded.
"Bu La, you take two people and go forward to conduct reconnaissance. The rest of the people are divided into two parts, and they alternately cover the advance on the left and right!" Liao Mingyu immediately ordered.
"Yes!" Bu La led the people and ran forward quickly.
And everyone followed him, marching forward vigilantly.
After walking for about 5.6 minutes, Liao Mingyu and his troops saw Bu La and others squatting behind a big tree.
"Shhh, Captain, there really is Xiao Dongyang in front, as well as our people! Look." Bu La turned his head, pointed forward, and said quietly.
Liao Mingyu didn't say anything, and ordered everyone to find cover on the spot and take a closer look at the situation ahead.
It was an open area with relatively sparse trees, with mountain walls on both sides. There is a path in the middle. The corpses of more than a dozen Chinese soldiers are lying quietly on the open ground not far from Liao Mingyu and the others. Behind them is a simple fortification built by the Japanese army with sandbags, a 92 heavy machine gun fortress and more than 30 soldiers. A Japanese man was standing guard in the middle of the path. They stood in twos and threes inside and outside the fortifications, smoking and chatting, or releasing water into the woods. Very laid back and unstructured.
One of the Chinese soldiers was still alive. He was shot in the legs and arms. Blood flowed all over the ground and he was unable to stand up from the ground. He could only struggle and twist his body, moaning in pain.
"Bang!"
A gunshot suddenly sounded, and the dull sound was particularly clear in this quiet night.
puff! ...The soldier lying on the ground was shot in the shoulder, and blood spurted out instantly...
"Ah" screamed in pain again.
The Japanese regarded him as a target and were playing tricks on him!
"Yoshi, Masao, if you see it, you should fight like this." An older Japanese soldier put down his gun and said to the little Japanese soldier: "You should try it too!"
Several little devils gathered around the fortifications. They looked excitedly ahead, in the direction of the Chinese soldier who was still alive.
The little Japanese soldier took the rifle and took aim seriously at the target.
"Bang!" There was another gunshot.
The Chinese soldier closed his eyes in despair, but this time, only the ground next to him was splashed with some mud.
"Haha, it really missed."
"Haha, Masao, this idiot, is still so bad at marksmanship." A group of Japanese soldiers burst into laughter.
The Chinese soldiers on the ground have collapsed! The physical and mental torture continued to erode his nerves. He raised his head with difficulty and used his last strength to shout into the surrounding jungle: "Is there anyone breathing in the forest? OK... OK, give me a shot! Kill me!"
"Please... give me a good time. If my brother goes down, he will remember your kindness. Quick... kill me..."
The roaring voice became weaker and weaker, and he was already dying.
The soldiers of the Sichuan Army were stunned when they saw this scene. This damn little devil actually tortured their compatriots like this just for fun.
"Captain, give the order!" Meng Fanglia couldn't bear to see the miserable appearance of his compatriots, and said to Liao Mingyu eagerly.
His forehead with swollen veins showed his extremely angry and resentful heart, his eyes were staring hard at the little devil who fired the gun, and the corners of his naturally raised mouth seemed to be smiling. It can be seen that Meng Fangliao, who was used to his expression, knew that this was a very dangerous signal.
Silently raised the gun in his hand...
"Prepare!"
"Fuck these sons of bitches to death!"
