"Brothers, I have searched them all. I have searched all the clothes, backpacks, bullets, and even belts on the Japs. If you want to learn how to live, you have to be careful." Song Yuanming felt so comfortable when he saw that all the Japs were wiped out.

Needless to say, I ordered the battlefield to be cleaned.

"Old Song, isn't that Japanese guy going to be stripped naked by his brothers?" a soldier said loudly, causing bursts of laughter from his companions around him.

"Why are you laughing? What's so funny???" Song Yuanming glanced at him, and the scene suddenly fell into silence, "That brother is right, the kid who entered China with a gun is a robber. Do we need any sympathy for the robbers?

???”

"No need!!!" everyone said in unison.

"That's right. You don't need to be merciful when dealing with the devils. After you kill the devils, you will be like locusts, stripping off their clothes, pants, weapons and ammunition, so that they will not be able to live in peace even after they die. But there is one thing

Just remember, you are not allowed to ask for the pocket flaps of little devils, the md looks like a diaper, it makes you shiver."

"Hahaha——" The originally quiet atmosphere was instantly stirred up by Song Yuanming's last witticism. Everyone was happily cleaning the battlefield, truly adhering to Song Yuanming's "locust doctrine". A group of people rushed forward, and within a minute the crowd was

After they dispersed, the Japanese were stripped down to their ridiculous diaper-like pocket flaps.

"Brothers, we are back, we have won the battle, and the invading Japanese have been eliminated." When Song Yuanming drove the tank back to Zhaozhuang, many people were panicked, thinking that the Japanese had broken through the Longwangshan position and started fighting.

We arrived at the base area. However, when we saw the group of Eighth Route Army soldiers behind the tank, who were all decked out and wearing gray military uniforms, and after hearing Song Yuanming's inspiring words, they all walked out of the room and cheered in celebration.

The command organization in the base area had moved to the mountains and someone was to be sent to inform them. Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties displayed the captured weapons and equipment on the threshing floor in front of the regiment headquarters, and wrote in big characters with a brush "The Japanese invaders have been defeated."

"Evidence". However, he has not used a writing brush since the sixth grade of elementary school. The writing is really terrible!!! However, in today's huge China, although there are not many people who can write, it is true that not many people can write.

After all, there is such a large population base there, and it is really rare that the little Japanese devil can suffer such a big loss. At this time, those who can play with the barrel of a gun are more popular than those who can play with the barrel of a pen.

"Old Song, Old Song - how was the battle? Are you injured?" Lin Xuan, who came a little late, squeezed through the crowd of people watching the excitement and came to Song Yuanming. An Qing also squeezed in.

"Look what you said, if I lose this battle, I won't be able to stand here. Old Lin, look, we got all these back." Song Yuanming pointed to the guys behind him. Lin Xuan only said

I couldn't take my eyes away after taking one look at it. Oh my god, how spectacular this is - not to mention the crooked machine guns and Type 92 heavy machine guns. There are quite a lot of them in the warehouse.

The cover was thrown there like a stack of firewood. Next to it were the Japs' mortars, grenade launchers and a 92 infantry gun. Next to it was the Type 97 tank surrendered by Song, Yuan and Ming.

"My dear, these...you got these all back."

"The brothers moved back together. I just put in a little effort to get this iron lump back."

"How did you dispose of this tank? In the past, when we encountered this iron lump on the battlefield, it gave us a lot of headaches."

"Use this gun in my hand." Song Yuanming raised the two sniper rifles in his hand, "Old Lin, I have gained an experience through this battle. We are no match for the Japanese in a head-to-head confrontation. Now we can only use some of our advantages.

The troops gathered together, attacked from all sides, harassed on a large scale, accumulated small victories into big ones, and traded space for time."

"Accumulating small victories into big victories, trading space for time? Yes, we are now inferior to the Japanese in terms of personnel quality and equipment. Your method can be adapted to our guerrilla warfare. Tell us what you think." Lin Xuan

Eyes gleaming.

Now it was Song Yuanming's turn to be surprised. The two sentences he said were classic quotes from Chairman Mao's classic book "On Protracted War". How could he not know? Damn, he patted his head, and only now

It was the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, and Chairman Mao's "On Protracted War" was only published in the middle of the Anti-Japanese War. It would take at least three or four years for Lin Xuan to hear these words. He felt helpless and changed the subject:

"It's not like I have any ideas. Look, take this 97 tank as an example. It does look very powerful. Bullets bounce back when hit, and grenades can't tear through its hard steel plates. But look here." Song Yuanming

Pointing to the driver's observation window, "Here is a loophole. With a precise shot from a sniper rifle, the driver can be killed directly. Once the driver is eliminated, the commander and gunner in the car will be exposed to this sight. It's really not possible.

, after killing the driver, quickly approach it while it is unable to move, throw a grenade inside from here, and kill these idiots."

This is not the creativity of Song Yuanming, but the experience accumulated in previous local wars. During the Middle East war, Israeli snipers did this, but they did it more ruthlessly. They used TNT explosives and Dow anti-tank missiles to kill a tank.

When the majestic tanks at the head and tail of the convoy turned into large roadblocks of dozens of tons, the snipers called out the communicators, gunners, and commanders in the convoy in turn.

The same was true in the Chechen War. More than a hundred tanks of the Russian army faced off with Chechen snipers for a day in the city. In the end, only a dozen tanks managed to escape. Even the large Russian-made T-series tanks were so afraid of snipers.

What's more, Song Yuanming didn't even pay attention to the little 97 tank of the little devil.

"It makes sense, tell me what you want to do??? We fully support you."

"First of all, it's the people. Lin Xuan, you are now issuing an order to summon all the skilled soldiers in the regiment, as well as those who have worked as Orions before, and I want to organize a sniper brigade. The second is the gun. The Type 97 sniper that was handed over that time

You still have the rifles, take them all out."

"This is great. No one here knows how to use those sniper rifles. You can teach them how to use them. It will be a real help in times of need."

"Yeah." Song Yuanming nodded. Lin Xuan was impatient: "Let's start now. I'll call someone for you. Oops -" An Qing pinched Lin Xuan hard and pointed.

The blood from the wound on Song Yuanming's arm has stopped and is scabbing.

"Oh, Lao Song, you are injured. An Qing, hurry up, wrap it up for Lao Song."

"Song Yuanming, come to the infirmary with me." An Qing nodded and took the lead towards the infirmary.

Three days later, Song Yuanming bought a Willys Jeep from the garage of the 41st Division and drove to Tianfeng Mountain. This time it was not that he was lazy, but that he brought too many things. His wounds were almost as old as

Well, but his old partner Xie Yunhan was worried and insisted on going with him. Also accompanying the car were the soldiers from the original sniper brigade.

A valley next to Zhaozhuang has now become a special sniper training camp. Today is the day they made an appointment. Lin Xuan had already brought the soldiers he had found and was waiting for Song Yuanming's arrival.

"Old Song, I have found all the people for you, about thirty or so." Seeing Song Yuanming get off the car, Lin Xuan quickly went up to say hello. Although he had never seen Song Yuanming's fighting style, Song Yuanming brought them

The shock was already the best advertising effect. As soon as they heard that he was coming to teach, many soldiers rushed to sign up.

"Have you strictly implemented all my requests?" Song Yuanming asked.

"That's right, these soldiers are carefully selected by me. Many of them were hunters before joining the army, and their guns are very accurate. That, and that." Lin Xuan kept pointing with his fingers, "This

Some of them used to be sheepherders, and after joining the army, they were so good at throwing grenades."

"Very well, Lao Lin, Lao Xie, you go to my car and move those little things over."

"It's okay, it's a little thing. I can fix it with just one hand." Lin Xuan volunteered, but he almost cried when he saw the things in the car. First, there were several large boxes, each of which was nearly one meter long and wide.

I'm afraid it weighed more than ten kilograms. Then there were four large oil drums, a bunch of glass bottles and some netted cloaks woven from ropes. These are the little things??? Song Yuanming, you liar!!! Lin Xuan cried sadly

road.

After a lot of effort, Lin Xuan and the sniper brigade finally moved these things over. Song Yuanming nodded and started his first lesson: "Brothers, let me introduce myself first.

My name is Song Yuanming. He is the captain of the sniper brigade of the 82nd Regiment of the National Army. He once participated in the Battle of Songhu and the Battle of Nanjing, with the rank of lieutenant colonel. Maybe some of you have seen me or even fought alongside me, but what have you seen?

It’s all just scratching the surface, today, what I want to give you is the most systematic and effective battlefield sniper!!!”

"Well, Instructor Song, since we are going to form a team, you must first decide on the name."

"Yes, Instructor Song, give the team a name."

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Song Yuanming smiled slightly and nodded: "Yes, the name is very important. Well, the nature of our team is a hunting team, and the name of the team is 'Hunter', 'Hunter' hunting team!!!"

"Why are we called the 'Hunters' hunting team?" He was the soldier who was the first to suggest the team name.

"Since you asked, I have an obligation to tell you. Remember, we are facing Japanese devils. What are they? They are beasts, even worse than beasts. The Japanese army is the filthiest in the world.

Army. What about us? We are hunters, a hunting team, dedicated to hunting these beasts wearing human skins!!!"
Chapter completed!