Suzuki had his own pride, and deep down he looked down on those anti-Japanese guerrillas.
Because the imperial army is invincible!
We have long known that the resistance elements had grenades, but the grenades fired by the resistance elements last time were too outrageous.
Therefore, he believed that more than three hundred meters was a completely safe distance for him.
There can't be so many coincidences in the world, but it happened this time.
The grenade exploded right next to him, and if his assistant hadn't come to push him away, he would have been seriously injured.
My head was buzzing, my face was covered with sand and I couldn't open my eyes.
He smoothly pushed away the assistant who was jumping on him, then shook his head and shook the sand off his face.
After wiping his face again, he blinked and opened his eyes.
At a glance, he saw that the assistant who was pushed away by him had his head half opened by shrapnel, and he was already dead.
Suzuki was stunned for a second or so and immediately came to his senses.
The assistant had been with him for many years, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness in his heart: "Be loyal to the emperor, and death is an honor!"
He didn't feel too sad and took off his assistant's backpack and put it aside.
Then he took off the Eighth Route Army uniform from his assistant, then pulled the assistant's uniform from his backpack and slowly put it on the body.
Buttons are buttoned one by one.
Suzuki's movements are not fast and methodical.
He put the khaki military cap on his assistant's broken head and began to sing a spiritual song.
Looking at the body of the assistant, I couldn't help but think of what the Chinese scholar said about death when he was talking to him: As a soldier, you will have no regrets even if you die in battle.
He knew very well that it was foolish to do anything on the battlefield that had nothing to do with the battle.
It's possible to make poor judgments while feeling sad.
He still does.
He firmly believes that those Eight Route Army must pay the price for killing the imperial elite.
After changing the clothes of the assistant's corpse, he then changed into his own military uniform.
He straightened his helmet, grabbed two Tomosaka Ayu's gun slings and threw them over his shoulders.
Then hang the four grenades on his chest.
Then he half stood up and picked up the sniper rifle that was covered with sand in the ditch next to him.
The honor of the military god and the invincible sense of mission made him never think about escaping.
He decided to attack!
The death of the assistant was due to the fact that the two men had been staying in this horizontal ditch, which allowed the anti-Japanese elements to accidentally hit and smash into the ditch where the two men were hiding by constantly adjusting the range of the grenade.
He then picked up the mid-level rifle of his assistant on the ground and headed northward along the ditch without hesitation.
One rifle weighed more than ten kilograms, and he did not find it difficult to carry four rifles with the straps.
Suzuki feels that every rifle should serve its purpose.
He didn't even look back at his assistant's body.
Walking in the criss-cross ditches of the barren fields of the plain, he soon came to the intersection, placed a shell gun handed over from the Eighth Route Army who attacked the imperial warriors on the edge of the ditch, and then turned around and turned to the west.
After walking some distance, he placed a 79 rifle against the edge of the ditch.
After walking more than thirty meters, he put down the second rifle.
After firing the three rifles, Suzuki had walked nearly a hundred meters westward.
After putting down the loaded rifle, I felt much lighter.
Perhaps because of his inner sadness, he seemed to have forgotten what his assistant had said before about someone being spotted in the east.
He is not afraid even if there are people! The people to the east are a mile away.
This time he was attacking to the west. Even if someone came from the east, he would be 99% sure to kill the opponent as they approached.
In order to catch up with the car, he and his assistant ran very fast, which consumed a lot of energy.
Lie down in the ditch and start rotating the scope focus.
He raised his head and squinted at the sun in the sky, feeling suddenly and inexplicably tired.
Perhaps it was because the death of his assistant affected his mood.
As a sniper, the best thing to do now is actually to head north and join up with the Imperial Army Brigade.
Or wait for the imperial army in the north to hear the gunshots from the outer guard posts and come to search.
He knew very well that what he was doing now was very inappropriate.
There is another voice in my heart: Blood shame for my assistant.
An idiom comes to mind: no hesitation, a lone hero.
This kind of thing has been done before, with two assistants chasing the more well-equipped national army.
Shengsheng killed all the soldiers and officers of a reinforced platoon of more than 40 national troops.
With two machine guns and one grenade launcher, these anti-Japanese elements dared to challenge the imperial army. This was intolerable.
What we have to do now is to kill ten or eight of them first.
All he has to do is wait for them to be defeated and then pursue the pursuit himself, and maybe even set a new pursuit record!
Moreover, he had made complete preparations. If the opponent was not defeated during the battle, he had already arranged a retreat route.
As for whether he will die, the God of War is a god!
How could he die?
Li Laosan chased him all the way and ran for more than ten miles in a short period of time. The five people in the group were all panting.
Chasing on a hot day is not easy.
Zhang Xiaodao acted as a spearhead in front, looking over from time to time.
This kid looks lean, but his physical strength is really not weak. After taking a few breaths, his physical strength has recovered.
On the contrary, the two student platoon leaders were almost exhausted, and they could barely keep up through gritted teeth.
"Squad leader Li, look, there's an Eighth Route Army person coming out in front of you. No, it seems to be a Japs."
"Rest where you are!" After Li Laosan finished speaking, he quickly picked up the telescope and looked west.
I happened to see Suzuki, a mile away, firing his gun into the ditch.
Li Laosan was stunned. Aren't there two Eighth Route Army soldiers disguised as Japanese soldiers over there?
I was a little confused for a while.
Both students are platoon leaders, and they have no dissatisfaction at all with Li Laosan, the squad leader.
One of them saw the hesitation on Li Laosan's face and cautiously expressed his opinion: "The Japanese are leaving a way out for themselves."
Li Laosan knew the details of these two people, so he didn't dare to make any big claims, but he was not timid at all: "Something's wrong, the little devil is just one person, why does he dare to kill the girl and the others with more than fifty people?"
Zhang Xiaodao squatted in the ditch and looked at the telescope in Li Laosan's hand with envy: "It rained heavily a few days ago, and the little devil's brain got wet."
Another guerrilla interjected: "Could it be that the little Japs thought Xiao Hongying and the others were puppet troops?"
"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as mute. We just attacked the Japs' car. Do you think the Japs are really that stupid?" Just Zhang Xiaodao's face turned red. What his companion said was too stupid and he was the first to ridicule.
"Aren't you saying that the Japs are out of their minds?" the guerrilla said with a confused look on his face.
Another platoon leader next to him suddenly said: "No, a group of puppet troops came from the north."
Li Laosan screamed strangely: "Quickly shrink your head and hide."
The five people quickly lowered their heads. Zhang Xiaodao said nonchalantly: "We are in the ditch. We are so far away that the enemy cannot see us."
The student quickly took out a camouflage straw ring from his pocket and handed it to Li Laosan.
Li Laosan, who knew he was worth a lot, didn't answer and glared at the trainee platoon leader: "Come and observe! Find out the number of enemies and their weapons and equipment."
The platoon leader dressed as a commoner put his head out with grass on his head, holding up the telescope he had taken from Li Laosan and had been watching for many days.
"From the west to the north, there are more than ten puppet troops. They should be in the same squad. There are no Japanese troops to suppress the formation. Their weapons are all rifles. There should be no machine guns. They are three miles away. They are heading south along the highway in the direction of the girl and her car."
"What are you talking about? There are only a dozen puppet troops?" Li Laosan was stunned when he heard this, and immediately put his head in, not afraid of being exposed at all.
"Squad leader, since we are sure that the guy to the west is a Japanese, how about I first touch the gun he placed by the ditch and steal it?"
"Okay!" Li Laosan made up his mind: "Copycat guy, cut off the Japanese's escape route first!"
