The little girl was not surprised at all that Zhang Xiaodao left the team privately.
It's easy for thorny soldiers to come forward, and there are not many people who have the courage to attack large groups of Japanese alone.
After taking the rifle brought back by the big dog, I felt really worried.
Xia, using force to disrupt the ban.
Warlords have been fighting in the Central Plains for many years.
Zhang Xiaodao joined the guerrillas, but he still had personal heroism in his heart.
The idea is very simple, as long as you can kill the Japanese, even if you become a hero eighteen years later, it will not be in vain for the skills you have learned since childhood.
He casually pulled the sorghum leaves and inserted them into the Japanese military uniform.
When people lie down on the ground, it turns into a messy pile of sorghum leaves.
The Japanese who had been attacked by machine guns were very angry. A small team quickly dispersed into the sparse green gauze tents on the east side of the highway, looking for the direction of the sorghum pole that had just been interrupted by the machine gun trajectory, shooting and searching at the same time.
The sound of friction between military uniforms and green gauze tents was heard, and the Japanese skirmishers searching north took each step firmly and forcefully.
Zhang Xiaodao has been shuttled among the green gauze tents since he was a child, listening carefully to the enemy's footsteps.
Cat ducked down to avoid the occasional bullets whizzing by, preparing to circle behind the searching Japanese.
The hot midsummer wind swayed the green gauze tent, and the sunlight spots formed by shining on the ground through the branches and leaves swayed.
Zhang Xiaodao never liked to act with a large group of people.
Since his brother who was just like him was sacrificed in the hands of the Japanese since childhood, his character has become very withdrawn.
The Eighth Route Army values comradeship. As a thorn in the side, he kept making mistakes. Captain Pei asked him to participate in the study, largely hoping that the comrades in the secret service company would put some pressure on him and make him understand that there is still another mountain high.
Zhang Xiaodao is not a talkative person, and Liu Yuanqing, who is well-informed, can clearly see his personal abilities at a glance.
A perfect scout and commando, and anyone who is good at throwing knives can almost become a sharpshooter.
A large number of Japanese soldiers came to search, and Zhang Xiaodao liked to hear the sound of clothes rubbing against sorghum leaves.
Carefully distinguish the soft sounds of friction that come from time to time, which represents the location of the Japanese.
The general distribution of the Japanese appeared in his mind, and a terrifying smile began to appear on his face.
He had killed a lot of Japs in the past, and he knew very well that the individual abilities of well-trained Japs were only in training and shooting skills.
When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, the Japs are actually not very strong.
In his opinion, the Japs who were a head shorter than him were extremely weak in strength.
The Japanese fight with bayonets in groups of three emphasizing tactics, while in the green gauze tent they rely entirely on individual ability.
Those who are stunned are afraid of being violent, and those who are violent are afraid of their lives. The strength of the Japanese lies in their cooperation with each other and their ruthlessness without fear of death.
He is most confident about flying knives within ten meters.
Attack within ten steps, no one can escape the attack of his flying knife.
It's just that the Japs are too dense. If there is an unexpected attack at this time, the Japs can use their precise shooting skills. If you can't succeed in one blow and are targeted by the Japs, it will probably be difficult to escape.
Zhang Xiaodao was very happy to avoid the Japanese skirmish line from the side.
He conveniently removed all the sorghum leaves from his body, and then, a Japanese soldier appeared in the green gauze tent.
The Japs attacked and searched the Qingsha Tent in the sunshine so quickly that the Japs second lieutenant who led the team completely ignored the unknown dangers existing in the Qingsha Tent.
You can't worry too much on the battlefield, what you need is the determination to move forward.
Using a knife to cut off the sorghum stalks in front of them, the Japs' top soldiers who were scouting ahead had already found the location where the light machine gun would attack.
The heat on the bullet casings on the ground seemed to have not completely subsided.
Looking up at the back of the Japanese who continued to search along the footprints, a chill suddenly came over his heart. He suddenly bent his arms in front of his chest and abdomen and fell to the ground. He shouted in a broken voice: "Hidden."
This roar was truly heartbreaking.
Da da da.
The Japs were proud of their strong bodies, but they could not stop the whizzing warheads.
He viciously got into the military uniform, tore the flesh, broke the arm, crashed into the chest, penetrated the abdomen, and occasionally a bullet came out from the wretched back with a large spray of blood.
The second lieutenant's hissing sound had no effect. Perhaps, it gave the opponent an order to shoot.
The Japs either fell on their backs in the green gauze tent full of mottled team lights, or they narrowly escaped the raging bullets and fell down suddenly in the gaps between the ballistics.
They all made a dull sound, like a mountain falling down.
Searching in the unknown and dangerous green gauze tent, the Japanese were already highly nervous.
The moment the gun rang out, the Japanese soldiers breathed a sigh of relief due to the battlefield habits they had developed over many years of fighting.
The Japs lying on the ground quickly raised their guns, judged the position of the machine gun group by feel, and then opened fire.
The trajectory of the counterattack caused more sorghum poles to be blown away, causing their stems and leaves to fly in random directions.
Within the raging range of machine gun ballistics, any act of confronting the enemy head-on would seem foolish.
The devils know this.
They have to buy a little time for the three machine gun groups accompanying the team to establish a counterattack.
The Japanese observers did not randomly call for enemy attacks, nor did they casually shout for retaliation.
Quickly determine the source of the ballistics through the interrupted stems and leaves of sorghum: "Two o'clock direction, a hundred meters away."
Hearing the shouts of observation, the Japs quickly turned their guns, adjusted their height and fired fiercely at an unknown location ahead.
The invincible second lieutenant was careless.
In his opinion, there were a large number of imperial troops behind him, so he did not strengthen the security behind him after entering the Qingsha tent.
Zhang Xiaodao was now behind the Japs' right wing, drawing out two flying knives in his hand.
He moved his body unnaturally and slowly approached the Japanese in front.
The front was attacked again, and stems and leaves were flying in the green gauze tent.
The air seemed to carry the sweet scent of sorghum poles.
A shit-yellow figure emerged, and a jet-black bayonet did not reflect even a trace of light in the sunlight.
Like a black horse, it swiped at the neck of the battlefield guard sentry of the three people behind it from behind.
Hearing the sound of military uniforms rubbing against the green gauze tent behind him, the Japanese guard at the back quickly turned his head.
The fierce bayonet immediately penetrated his neck horizontally.
He shouted out the "enemy attack" he was about to call.
As a warning, the rifle in his hand was not loaded.
The cold stinging pain caused the nerves in Guizi's newly tense thighs to twitch.
The bayonet that looked like a poisonous snake was drawn out from the neck, and then stabbed at the Japanese guarding the flank of the three-person team.
The leader of the trio, the private, heard the movement behind him and was about to turn around and ask.
But he found that his companion had fallen to the ground, and subconsciously raised his gun, preparing to pick away the black bayonet that was coming towards him.
The third Japanese soldier at the guard post quickly pulled the bolt of the gun and loaded it.
By the time he turned his gun, it was too late.
Zhang Xiaodao, who held the bayonet in his right hand, quickly threw a flying knife with his left hand.
boom.
The Japs, who had been hit by flying knives in their eye sockets, subconsciously pulled the trigger.
The Japanese still didn't understand in their final consciousness. The young man behind him was wearing the uniform of the Imperial Army. He was obviously one of his own, but he did something to his own people?
Fierce bayonets and skilled killing techniques, the Japanese are very familiar with all this!
I was originally a ninjutsu enthusiast.
I finally understood that this time I met a martial arts master who was even more advanced than ninjutsu.
