Four people took down a gun tower guarded by puppet troops.
Looking at the puppet soldiers kneeling on the ground, Zhang Jiu was not surprised.
I heard that there was another squad in the Third Column, which was able to take down nine gun towers in one night.
The puppet army that has lost its backbone is not even a piece of sand.
When Zaijiu squinted his eyes, Lao Qi already knew that he was hesitating whether to take action.
However, it is really difficult to take action against these puppet soldiers who have no bones to work for the tiger.
For the Jianghu men who have been licking blood for many years, it is not difficult to kill one person, but it is not easy to wipe the necks of more than a dozen puppet soldiers.
"We can't torture prisoners." Lao Qi finally persuaded him.
"Didn't you hear what the mule said? One shot and two eyes, what kind of abuse is that?" The man who had studied with Lao Qin for a while gasped and suggested.
"Shut up, remove all the rifle bolts, and let's go!" Zhang Jiu finally made a decision.
The enemy's formation is over.
Follow the various ministries to gather and prepare for battle.
Without receiving orders from Captain Xiong Erlang, most of the Japanese infantry did not participate in the shooting of Qingsha Zhang.
Zhang Xiaodao, who was alone and could not find his team, was helpless and could only keep shooting.
Finally attracted the attention of a Japanese military policeman who maintained battlefield discipline.
Nowadays, most of the Japanese are disgraced. If they are not very familiar with each other, even if they are face to face, they will not know who the other party is.
Finally, the Japanese military police came to the "second lieutenant" who was shooting and shouted loudly: "Baga, there is no order, who told you to shoot?"
The Japanese didn't even shoot, but Zhang Xiaodao kept shooting. It wasn't because he wanted to be different.
But because there were Japanese military police shouting back and forth from time to time, the Japanese military police who were in the wrong team quickly returned to their posts.
Every time a military policeman shouted at him, he could only pretend to shoot wildly to make the military police ignore his presence.
Feeling lucky.
A brigade of Japanese soldiers consists of four squadron leaders and sixteen squad leaders, so there are only a few people in total.
The Japanese military police are different from ordinary Japanese soldiers. Many of them know Japanese government officials.
The two were just about to face each other, and the military police quickly discovered that this elite shooter in a second lieutenant uniform was in front of him.
Although his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, he was still certain that he had never seen him before.
It seems like no new people have been transferred over the past two days.
Seeing that the muzzle of this rifle was pointed too high, the military policeman immediately had a bad feeling in his heart: Spy?
Although there are very few people on Tubal Road who can speak bird language, there have been many incidents of impersonating the imperial army.
The military policeman thought he was very capable, so he decided to arrest him alive!
The well-trained elites are invincible in the world, and their individual strength can definitely crush ten or eight Tubal soldiers.
The military police made up their minds to capture the spies alive!
It was not stupid to pretend to shoot Zhang Xiaodao. From the corner of his eye, he saw a Japanese military policeman coming from the side with cuffs on his arms. He put away his rifle and leaned against the trench. He rolled up his sleeves and immediately knew what this guy wanted to do!
There is absolutely no problem in killing this guy.
Now I am playing the role of a crazy shooting devil.
Don't be violent with this guy!
It would be better if this guy escorted himself to the back.
As Zhang Xiaodao expected, the Japanese military police immediately pounced on him and choked him with tactical moves.
Zhang Xiaodao seemed to be injured. He dropped his rifle, rolled his eyes, and fell down in the trench with the military police.
You don’t move much? Why is this guy so angry?
The military policeman who pressed Zhang Xiaodao under his calf was confused and thought, is this really an elite of the imperial army?
Subconsciously, I reached out and touched Zhang Xiaodao's neck. Fortunately, he was jumping.
To the Japanese military police, this seemed strange.
A second lieutenant of the Imperial Army who he didn't know at all appeared on the battlefield. According to battlefield regulations, he could kill him directly.
Even if he is a Tubal spy, we must find out how he got into the imperial army.
If possible, we should also find out his purpose of sneaking in.
Military policemen are different from ordinary Japanese soldiers and know more.
There are a lot of things to do. On the battlefield, you are not only responsible for fighting, but you are also responsible for troop marches, liaison with local authorities and other confidential matters.
The mission carried out by the Dashi Brigade is very secretive and must not go wrong.
With a small knife hidden in his mouth, Zhang Xiaodao was quietly escorted by the Japanese military police to the north of the battlefield.
East of the battlefield.
Xiao Hongying lurked in the green gauze tent again, with the bullet loaded.
Now, she just had to wait for the Japs machine gunner on the top of the turret to show up, and she was 100% sure to blow the Japs machine gunner's head off.
"No, the person being held captive by the Japanese seems to be Zhang Xiaodao." Liu Yuanqing was temporarily ordered to take care of the little girl as Hu Yi requested.
Liu Yuanqing found a fishing net somewhere and put it on Xiao Hongying's clothes. Xiao Hongying was covered with sorghum leaves and lay in the green gauze tent, completely integrating with the surrounding environment.
Liu Yuanqing washed his whole body with lime water. His body was covered with blisters and he still looked like a toad.
Even with the telescope, I couldn't see clearly the faces of the two Japanese soldiers in the distance.
The little girl slowly lowered the rifle in her hand, leaned her big eyes behind the six-power scope, and carefully searched for targets in the Japanese trenches.
As the field of vision swayed, he soon discovered a familiar figure being escorted north by the Japanese, and his face turned dark: "How could he be caught by the Japanese?"
Wearing a Japanese military uniform, anyone who wasn't very familiar with Zhang Xiaodao would never recognize him.
Listening to what the little girl said, it means that this guy is really Zhang Xiaodao. Anyway, he can't see clearly the enemy's position now.
Liu Yuanqing simply put down the telescope and took out the gauze to wipe away the tears: "He has not been shot by the Japanese until now. This guy looks quite good at pretending."
"What do you mean?"
"He should not be completely exposed now"
"Hey, if you tell me to go to the mountain mist, you might as well go back and stay with the wounded to cool off."
"Ouch," Liu Yuanqing grinned and said reluctantly, "You think I am willing? If it weren't for your Chief Fox, I would have been seriously injured and couldn't even see the situation two hundred meters away with a telescope. I should have been carried away from the battlefield immediately. "
"Are you worried about your good brother Madman Yang?"
"It's Captain Yang, instructor red!" Liu Yuanqing retracted his head and used a needle to pick out the blisters on his skin.
"I heard that a scar will grow where the blisters were picked."
"It doesn't matter how many scars we soldiers have on our bodies. Let me tell you, even if we lose our heads, we will only have scars as big as a bowl."
"I think if you recover from your injuries, you will become a leopard in the future."
"Don't give me nicknames. Sniper rules, no talking while lurking."
"Are you sure that the Japanese artillery position is fifty meters behind the infantry position?"
"How about you try now and kill the Japanese machine gunner on the roof of the turret. I guarantee that within three minutes, our place will be bombed."
"Oh, let's see what you can do. Why are you so sure?"
"Ballistics, do you know ballistics?" Liu Yuanqing picked a blister and slapped the corner of his mouth.
"Of course I know, machine gun ballistics, rifle ballistics, pistol ballistics, mortar ballistics, whatever the fox says they are going to follow."
"Without learning or skills, Japanese observers can determine the approximate source and direction of the bullets fired from the shot sites of dead Japanese soldiers, and then cover them with artillery fire."
"Tell me about it in detail." Xiao Hongying suddenly lost interest in fighting Japanese machine gunners.
"You're so bad at math, it's useless to tell you. If you don't believe it, you'll find out just by trying it."
"How to try?"
"Contact the friendly forces and ask them to find two sharpshooters to shoot the Japanese machine gunners on the roof. Then you can see if they are bombed and you will know whether the Japanese are that powerful?"
"Could it be that the bullet that killed the Japanese was just a coincidence?"
"By coincidence? You can imagine that there is a full four hundred meters away from the top of the turret. How can an ordinary sharpshooter hit the target at such a distance?" Liu Yuanqing wiped the open wound with lime water, and the heart-wrenching pain arose. His features were distorted.
(End of chapter)
