"These grandsons are finally gone." As the sun set, the Japanese finally stopped their crazy attack for the day. Xie Yunhan exhaled fiercely. The ancient capital of the Six Dynasties not far away no longer had the prosperity of the past, with thick smoke mixed with looming things.

The flames shot straight into the sky. The thick city wall was seriously damaged in many places. God knows whether it could withstand the Japanese attack the next day.

"Tiger King, Rabbit, Qinan, and Manzi, go and take off the clothes of the dead Japanese corpses, and collect all their weapons." Song Yuanming commanded quickly.

"Let's eat something first." Xie Yunhan handed over a steamed bun. Song Yuanming was also hungry and swallowed it in a few mouthfuls. "Is there any more?"

"Enough, you can go ahead and eat." Xie Yunhan stuffed two more into Song Yuanming's hands.

"Is there any wine?" Song Yuanming choked. Xie Yunhan rummaged in the box and threw over a bottle of shochu. The former unscrewed the stopper and drank a few gulps.

"Captain (Master), we've got the Japanese clothes and weapons you asked us to get. What do you want them for?" Tiger King and the others ran over with a lot of clothes and weapons. Song Yuanming pointed to the basket of steamed buns.

: "Eat first. When you are full, I will take you to do important things in the evening." Although a few people were still puzzled by Song Yuanming's behavior, out of the bounden duty of soldiers to obey orders, they still did not ask in detail. They knew that Song Yuanming would not harm them.

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After eating and drinking, Song Yuanming selected dozens of capable soldiers from each company and his own sniper brigade, then asked them to put on the Japanese's khaki cotton coats, put on their backs the Japanese's 38's cover, and swaggered down the mountain.

Walk to the Japanese camp.

"Boss, what are you going to do? Now that we're setting off, let's get to the bottom of it." Not long after we set off, King Tiger couldn't help but asked. Song Yuanming smiled faintly: "The enemy's artillery fire was enough today.

Be cruel."

"It's quite cruel. The top of Zijin Mountain was blown down by one meter by these grandsons." Rabbit said fiercely.

"You won't... take us to blow up the Japanese artillery positions." Manzi was very smart and guessed Song Yuanming's intention.

"Smart." Song Yuanming nodded, "I will not only blow up their artillery positions, but also destroy their headquarters. Brothers, we all came together through blood and water, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!" everyone roared, "I've been thinking about killing these grandsons for a long time."

"Very well, let me tell you first, if you can hold back later, try not to fire. Use your daggers and bayonets to solve the problem."

"knew."

At the foot of the mountain, there is an artillery position of a certain division of the Japanese army. After a tiring day, the Japanese soldiers rested early, snoring loudly and sleeping like dead pigs. Several soldiers on duty outside could only complain about their bad luck and were drowsy.

We stood and chatted gibberish in Japanese.

"Who?" (Japanese) A sharp-eyed Japanese soldier on the periphery spotted Song Yuanming and others, and pointed his shining bayonet directly at Song Yuanming at the front.

"We are a patrol team, come to see if there is anything going on." (Japanese) Song Yuanming replied, using the hand behind his back to sign "Up".

"Do we have a patrol?" (Japanese) the soldier asked doubtfully, but he had no chance to continue asking Song Yuanming and others. Tiger King quietly walked around behind him and pierced his heart with a dagger.

Killed with one knife. Slowly putting down the soldier's body, King Tiger gave a thumbs up to indicate that there was no problem.

"Brothers, come on!!!" These dozens of people instantly broke into several groups and rushed into the position. The few Japanese soldiers on duty only felt a black shadow flash in front of their eyes. They were about to scream, but found that all their strength was in the air.

He was drained in an instant, his neck had been cut open with a big gash, and blood was flowing out.

"Boss, the Japs' sentry has been killed by the brothers." Rabbit reported excitedly to Song Yuanming, holding the dagger that was still bleeding.

"Rabbit, take a few brothers and hang the corpses of the Japanese at the door of the barracks; Tiger King, Qinan, take ten brothers and wipe the necks of the Japanese in the barracks; Manzi, take the remaining ten brothers.

Blow up the enemy's cannon; the other brothers followed me and took over the enemy's command post." The Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties divided their forces, and all four groups took action at the same time, which was very efficient.

Ten minutes later, the sound of "boom" resounded through the sky. Song Yuanming looked at the direction from which the sound came and grinned: "You little bastard, you move very fast."

"Captain, Tiger King, Barbarian, they have succeeded, what should we do?" The speaker was a sniper under Song Yuanming named Feng.

"They made such a big noise, and the meaning of the sneak attack has been lost. They stripped off the skin and went in, only recognizing the clothes and not the person."

"Understood." Feng chuckled and pulled out a submachine gun from his coat.

"What's going on over there?" (Japanese) At the entrance of the Japanese military command department, the Japanese soldiers on duty looked strangely in the direction of the explosion. When they saw Song Yuanming's group, Song Yuanming's bayonet had already been slashed open.

off their necks.

"Brothers, kill the Japs and avenge the dead brothers!" Song Yuanming's roar instantly aroused everyone's blood. The black muzzle of the submachine gun spit out angry tongues of fire. Some Japs still didn't understand what was happening.

, it was turned into a honeycomb by bullets.

"What's going on? What happened?" (Japanese) In the headquarters, several senior Japanese generals were shocked.

"Report, a group of Chinese soldiers appeared out of nowhere, their fighting power is amazing, the soldiers can no longer resist." (Japanese) A staff officer who hurried into the tent reported anxiously. "Whoosh——" A stray bullet

It passed through the door curtain and hit his lower back. It looked like he would not survive.

Outside the tent, the battlefield has become intense. As soon as several soldiers grasped the handle of the Type 92 heavy machine gun, they were killed by Song Yuanming's sniper rifle. Naturally, it was impossible for him to use a Mauser sniper rifle in today's situation. The soldiers captured that day

Masao Sakata's Springfield sniper rifle came in handy. The national army soldiers were overwhelming and quickly rushed to the tent.

"Who are you?" (Japanese) one of these officers asked, looking at the Chinese soldiers who suddenly rushed into the tent and stared at them.

"Chinese!" Song Yuan Ming replied righteously.

"What do you want to do?" the Japanese officer asked in blunt Chinese.

Song Yuanming no longer needed to answer this point. He knew that the Japanese officer asked this question just to delay time. Once the large Japanese troops arrived, they would not be able to leave.
Chapter completed!