It is not easy to travel through the sorghum fields. Most of the time, you can only follow the path that has been crossed by others before.
The hazy light shining on the ground through the sorghum stems and leaves is fragmented, and it is difficult to see what is far ahead.
In this case, lying on the ground and hiding in the dark without moving is actually the best choice.
If it is daytime, it is different. As long as someone walks through the green gauze tent, there is no way to cover up the traces left by the squeezed and broken sorghum leaves.
In the dark night, the pursuing party did not dare to light a torch, and did not have the conditions to carefully identify the traces left by the opponent.
Madman Yang tried his best to keep himself calm. If he wanted to escape from the Japanese, Big Dog would have no problem concentrating his forces in one direction to break out.
The soldier of the Ninth Battalion knew the power of mustard gas, but he did not know the causes and consequences of this poison. He remembered clearly the past when the germ troops set up by the Japanese in the Northeast used his former comrades for experiments.
If people don't know about it, they have to do it themselves. Although the intelligence system of the national army is backward, no matter how well the confidentiality measures are taken for such a large-scale human experiment by the Japanese, some information will leak out.
Therefore, he did not hesitate at all and made up his mind to blow up the Japanese poison gas shells no matter what!
With the gentle breeze blowing in the evening, most of the poisonous gas droplets in the gas phase were taken away.
But the garlic smell never completely dissipated.
A strange sight appeared on the road.
The Japanese advancing in the green gauze tent on the west side of the highway found no trace of the Eighth Route Army, and the messenger reported that the Eighth Route Army had fled westward.
After gathering, they tried to follow the highway to the south to outflank them, but were blocked by Xiong Erlian's security troops on the highway.
A large number of Japanese were stranded, and the lieutenant who squeezed in from behind gave the second lieutenant who was blocking the road a big mouth: "Baga, we are going south along the highway now, and we can wipe out all the roads in the open area!"
"You can go there, but you have to go through the sorghum!" The second lieutenant who blocked the road received a slap in the face, but had no intention of giving way.
The lieutenant looked at the second lieutenant in front of him and dared to talk back to him. He raised his hand and slapped him again: "Haha, you have to know how difficult it is to walk in front of dense sorghum? Do you know how dangerous it is in the dark night?"
"I'm sorry, I'm following Commander Dashi's order, please don't embarrass me!"
"Did you eat too much garlic?" The lieutenant took a deep breath.
"The chemical bomb accidentally exploded in the baggage train. I suggest you take a detour."
"Chemical bombs that smell like garlic?" The lieutenant who used to work in the chemical industry before joining the army suddenly changed his expression: "Everyone gather together. Retreat immediately!"
The closer we got to the road, the stronger the smell of garlic in the air.
Under the dim moonlight, Yang Chengzhi wore a gas mask and endured the burning discomfort coming from the exposed skin parts of his body.
Years ago, during the day and night special training of the military police regiment, the outflanking Japanese formation was completely riddled with holes in his eyes.
The gendarmerie is responsible for protecting important figures in the capital on a daily basis. In addition to offensive training, defensive training is also an important part.
Behind him, Zhang Xiaodao, who had not undergone strict military training and had practiced martial arts since childhood, shuttled around the sorghum like a fish in water.
boom.
The grenade thrown by the Japanese exploded more than ten meters behind him.
The two sides are very close!
Close combat is too familiar to Yang Chengzhi.
In the green gauze tent, there was a constant rustle of military uniforms and sorghum leaves.
There was a trio of Japs about ten meters ahead.
He ordered Zhang Xiaodao behind him to feint attack from the front and make noise to attract the Japs' attention.
He quickly approached the trio of Japs from the side amid the noise caused by the Japs firing back and throwing grenades.
Perhaps the three Japanese soldiers thought that the outflanking was in place, so they spread out and lay down on the ground in a cross-shaped formation to fight back.
One Japanese soldier kept shooting for fire reconnaissance, the other acted as an observer, and the third one held a grenade in his hand. Just waiting for the other party to fire the gun, he would immediately remove the grenade safety in his hand, smash the hood, and delay throwing it out to kill the other party. .
Crazy Zhang, who is good at defense, is now more like a professional assassin.
Just a simple plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain.
Zhang Xiaodao kept changing his position in the sorghum. Every time he changed, he would shoot at the place where the Japanese were hiding.
I couldn't help feeling a little regretful. If I hadn't thrown away all the grenades before, throwing a single grenade at this time would have killed those Japanese.
Madman Yang rushed towards the trio of Japanese soldiers as fast as a civet cat.
The light flashed when the Japanese shot at Zhang Xiaodao.
Seeing clearly the location of the three Japs, Madman Yang was less than five meters away from the Japs.
The muscles all over his body tensed up and he began to attack the Japanese.
The movement of sorghum being squeezed away was too big, and the Japanese observer subconsciously turned his head.
Spotting a dark figure appearing from the side, he quickly turned the muzzle of his rifle.
Unfortunately, the usually easy tactical movement did not come true. The dense sorghum marks on the sorghum field hindered his movement.
Madman Yang was well prepared and roared in a bird's voice: "One of our own!"
The guarding Japanese were a little confused, and subconsciously stopped turning their guns, and swallowed back the "enemy attack" that originally rushed to their mouths.
At this time, each of the three-person groups that dispersed held their own positions, shouldn't someone come, right?
He watched the black shadow approaching with confusion.
The companion next to him fired again.
In the flash of light, I suddenly saw the dark figure wearing a gas mask, and I was shocked.
Taking a closer look, the visitor seemed to be holding a bar-shaped object in his right hand.
It's a bayonet!
His mind couldn't keep up with the situation at hand, and he was so surprised that he opened his mouth to scream. What Madman Yang was waiting for was for him to open his mouth as a warning, and the bayonet was stabbed into his mouth accurately!
The bayonet penetrated the back of the Japanese soldier's head.
The Japanese raised his hand, but before grabbing the bayonet, he finally dropped it weakly...
The body slowly collapsed and twitched...
Bang. Bang. Madman Yang released his bayonet handle with his right hand, and opened fire on the two Japs lying on the ground with the shell gun he held in his left hand.
Two bullets penetrated the devil's back and ran happily through the devil's body.
The Japs holding rifles and the Japs holding grenades let out howls like slaughtering pigs.
Even at close range, the round-headed bullets of the shell gun had too weak kinetic energy and poor lethality, and could not kill the two Japs on the spot.
Although the two Japs did not die on the spot after being shot, they had lost their combat effectiveness.
Bang. Bang. Madman Yang shot the struggling Japanese soldier in the back of the head without hesitation.
The first bullet hit the enemy's ear as he turned around, making a dull sound as metal and bone violently collided.
Although the kinetic energy of the bullet was a bit weak, it still slammed the Japs head onto the ground.
The second bullet hit the same enemy's eye socket, and the bullet turned upside down in the enemy's brain.
He was inspired by watching a girl shoot a shell gun. When the two targets are not far apart, he does not need to hold the shell gun too tightly in his hand. When the shell gun is fired, the barrel jumps, hitting two locations one after the other.
Quickly take off the three remaining grenades of the three Japs, turn around and pull out the bayonet that pierced the head of the first Japs.
The bayonet seems to be stuck in the bone?
"Fuck your mother..." He raised his leg and stepped on the devil's neck, and pulled hard.
The bayonet brought out a shower of blood, and the Japanese corpse twitched a few more times.
Under the moonlight, blood bubbles kept coming out of the devil's mouth, accompanied by weird grunting sounds.
After completing this series of actions, Madman Yang didn't even blink.
(End of chapter)
