Bian Xiaolong just looked there and looked and looked and looked, but he saw double images of the trees and didn't find anyone there.
Bian Xiaolong would not admit that his eyesight was poor. Although he was not old, he was a martial arts practitioner after all, so his eyesight was something he had practiced.
It is nonsense to say that you can tell whether a mosquito is male or female when it flies by.
But if a group of sparrows flew in front of him, he could definitely tell how many there were.
"Is there really anyone there?" Bian Xiaolong couldn't help but ask again.
But the old man stopped paying attention to him because this was already the nth time Bian Xiaolong had asked him.
"You little monk is really not fun. Are you the reincarnation of an old monk?" Bian Xiaolong said angrily.
But what answered him was still the sound of the wind blowing the leaves beside him.
Just when he asked for the third time if there was anyone in front of him, the old man blocked him back with just one sentence.
Bian Xiaolong couldn't figure out which Buddhist classic Da Laobeng excerpted this sentence called "Words have no real meaning." This sentence almost made Bian Shuilong fall over!
Seeing that the old man was still silent, Bian Xiaolong was completely helpless.
They had been lying behind this hill looking into the distance since noon, which was the high hill they had passed by.
It's late August now.
It's normal to be a little cool in the morning and evening, but it's still very hot in Qiuhu during the day, so you can sweat from the sun.
But now the autumn tiger is going to sleep, because the sun has set and the west mountain has become cooler.
Although Bian Xiaolong said it, he didn't dare to move.
War is a bad thing. I heard that the Japanese's marksmanship is very accurate.
If he was shot in the head by a Japanese soldier from a few hundred meters away when he showed up behind this hill, it would not be a joke, and the look of concern on the big old fool's face was definitely not fake.
In Bian Xiaolong's understanding, Big Lao Ben was very focused when he was sitting cross-legged meditating, and now he was also very focused when he was observing the possible presence of Japanese Japs.
The only difference between the two is that in the former, the eyelids of the old fool are drooped, while in the latter, the eyes of the old fool have not been closed since the afternoon!
How can you do such a boring thing with such concentration? Bored, Bian Xiaolong turned his attention to his right front.
There is a small hillside 200 to 300 meters away on the right front, and there is a small shed on the hillside.
Xiaolong had never been there, and he didn't know what the small shed was for. It must have been abandoned by the people. As for whether it was used for fishing or for viewing the melon fields, he didn't know.
But he knew that the two outposts sent by Deputy Company Commander Wang Laomao were in that small shed.
Those two fools!
Bian Xiaolong looked down on the two recruits who were serving as sentinels.
If he was asked to serve as a whistleblower, he would never get into that small shed because it was too conspicuous, even though it must be very cool inside.
Now in this team, Bian Xiaolong is about the same age as the big boss Qingfeng Li.
Xiaolong next to me also worked his way out alone, and he can still see through Wang Laomao's mind.
If the Japanese invaders arrive, what will be the clear sentry? A bright whistle is a bait, and it is an abandonment.
Who can't kill the sentry first in a sneak attack?
But those two fools just stayed in the shed as if they were afraid that others wouldn't know.
Bian Xiaolong, who was bored, looked at the shed, but when he was looking at the shed, he suddenly saw a light in the shed!
A shabby shed made by a farmer is not a torch in the dark, so how can there be light?
Bian Xiaolong subconsciously rubbed his eyes and looked again.
This time he was sure that there was really light in that broken shed, the light from the holes, the light that was cut through the walls to steal the light.
Based on his own common sense in life, Bian Xiaolong knew that if he could see the light in the shed, at least a few conditions must be met.
For example, the height of the shed is almost the same as where I am now.
For example, there should be a blue sky behind the shed without any dark background.
If the shed was close to a mountain, he wouldn't be able to see it even if the two ends were transparent.
For another example, what I saw here was only the light from the hole. In fact, if I got to the shed, the hole drilled in the shed must be quite large, not to mention half of the shed wall.
Why did the shed wall suddenly collapse, or why did a big hole suddenly appear? Thinking of this question, Bian Xiaolong felt that his little heart suddenly jumped!
"Big old fool, big old fool!" Bian Xiaolong shouted urgently, "Something happened at the other end of the shed!"
Again, the old man is stupid or not. Can’t he tell from Bian Xiaolong’s tone that something is wrong? He shrank his head, turned his head and looked to the right.
And with one look at Big Laoban, Bian Xiaolong confirmed that Big Laoban's eyes were indeed better than his own.
Because the old fool said: "One side of that shed fell down, and there is still someone lying on the ground. It should be our sentry, and it was touched by someone!"
"Ah?" Bian Xiaolong was shocked, "Then what should we do? Let's run away!"
"Then how can we run? There is a company behind us." The old man replied, but he was already touching his rifle in his hand.
The old man is simple and honest by nature. He has no habit of lecturing others, and he doesn’t know how to discipline others. If it were those Northeastern veterans who heard what Bian Xiaolong said, they would definitely blow up the temple: "What? Run? Just throw it away." ! If you dare to run, I will shoot you first!"
The old man now has two guns, one long and one short.
The long gun is a Type 38 rifle. He is tall and has long arms. The Type 38 rifle that is very long in other people's hands is only average in his hands.
The short gun is a semi-automatic box cannon with ten rounds. It can fire single shots but not continuous rounds.
This time, after Shang Zhen and the others attacked the Japanese plainclothes team, they were originally going to give Big Boss a twenty-shot box cannon, but Big Boss said that he was used to using this one.
In fact, this matter is just as Li Qingfeng said, "Why are you used to it? Our eldest idiot is just a good-natured person!"
Everyone thinks so too, just leave the good things to others first.
Just as Big Boss was loading the bullet, Bian Xiaolong shouted again: "Look, look! I see Japanese devils!"
When the old man pointed his rifle in the direction of the shed, he saw the Japanese too.
Although Bian Xiaolong saw only very small figures, the old man had good eyesight and could already see that those people were still wearing gray and black clothes.
That's definitely not going into battle. What they wore to go into battle was the uniforms of the Northeast Army.
Due to the obstruction of the terrain, Big Boss couldn't figure out how many people there were, but it seemed like there were always thirty or forty people.
And the direction those people were heading was the hill occupied by Shang Zhen and the others, so who could those people be if they weren't the plainclothes team of the Japanese army?
The old man took aim briefly and pulled the trigger.
In fact, the marksmanship of a big boss is not very accurate. Shooting requires both talent and strict training. The marksmanship of Big Boss is still much worse than that of veterans.
But this is not important. What is important is that the role of the sentry is not to kill many enemies, but to fire warning shots.
A "pop" gunshot rang out in the open mountains.
Since Big Boss had only fired one shot so far, there was still an echo from the gunshot.
But another battle began like this. Who knows what is waiting for the soldiers of the 337th Brigade Guard Company in this battle?
