Chapter 220 Japanese Sniper

At this time, the little devil did not come.

Wang Hao found Zheng Xiong and three sharpshooters, and arranged Wang Muyan and Xizi to occupy the commanding heights.

Then he said to Zheng Xiong: "Zheng Xiong, follow me. When I hand over to the Japs later, you can find a shooting position ten or twenty meters behind me. Be careful of the Japs' snipers. Here

This kind of handover is the best place for snipers to perform, and it is impossible for the Japanese not to arrange it."

Zheng Xiong nodded and turned away to find his shooting point.

What he is looking for is not one, but a series of shooting points that can be used interchangeably.

Wang Hao found a place, took out a cigarette, sat there and started smoking.

Zhang Ming ran over, touched Wang Hao and said, "First officer, give me one!"

Wang Hao took out a pack of cigarettes that he had just smoked and gave them to him and said, "I'll give them all to you. I still have them in the car. Just go to the car and get them later."

"Thank you, first mate...hehehe..."

Zhang Ming took the cigarette, took out one, looked around to see if there were no other soldiers here, and put the cigarette into his pocket.

He put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it, took a deep puff, and then said: "First officer, let me go during the handover later."

Wang Hao was stunned and immediately shook his head and said: "No, no, you can't."

Zhang Ming was not convinced and said: "You are looking down on others, why can't I do it? In our cooking class, besides you and Duan Peng, who is my opponent?"

Wang Hao said: "I said you can't do it, but you can't do it. Why is there so much nonsense? Just get out of here, you brat."

"hey-hey……"

Zhang Ming smiled instead of getting angry and said: "First officer, we just want to exercise! Can we give you a chance?"

"Still saying? I told you to get lost, you don't understand people?"

Zhang Ming had no choice but to shut up. However, he did not leave Wang Hao's side.

Wang Hao knew what he meant, so he turned to him and asked: "Why, boy, have you come to our cooking class for a while and found that everyone is no match for you, are you feeling bloated?"

"hey-hey……"

Zhang Ming didn't speak, he just giggled there.

The word "expansion" that came out of Wang Hao's mouth was definitely a compliment in his opinion.

A person who has no ability, how can you show me how big he is?

Wang Hao said: "After you go back this time, remember to remind me to open a special training class. I will teach you some killing techniques. Good kung fu is not ability. Being able to kill the enemy in an instant is ability."

Zhang Ming's eyes widened and he asked: "First officer, what is instant kill?"

"Instant kill, as the name suggests, is to kill the enemy within one second. Of course, it also counts if you can kill it within ten seconds."

"Kill the enemy within ten seconds?"

Zhang Ming's eyes widened.

Wang Hao nodded and said: "You are only at the level of a special soldier now. If you can kill the enemy in front of you within ten seconds, and this enemy is about the same skill as you, or even stronger than you, then you can be upgraded."

A qualified killer."

"Is the killer so powerful?"

"Yes."

"Killers generally refer to people who accept money for their lives. But here, the definition of a killer is not like this.

Killer has nothing to do with martial arts, it is another craft. Killer does not refer to people, but a craft.

It is their goal to practice this craft to perfection; to practice this craft to its peak is their lifelong pursuit; to practice this craft to the point of meeting gods and killing gods, meeting Buddhas and killing Buddhas. Then he is

God of death.

A real killer only does two things in his life, that is killing people and practicing his killing skills.

If you can master this skill half way, all martial arts masters will be scum in front of you."

Ga...

Zhang Ming was really stunned! It turns out that this is how killer is defined.

"Well, wouldn't it be more powerful if a person who knows martial arts practices killing skills?"

Wang Hao shook his head and said: "No, if a person who knows martial arts practices killing skills, it's just that he has a higher starting point than others. In the end, who is more powerful depends on talent.

For example, poisoning, creating traps, taking advantage of car accidents, seducing beauties, using tricks to kill people, etc., are all skills of a killer. But they have nothing to do with martial arts."

Ga...

Eyes open.

Zhang Ming finally learned a lot today. It turns out that this is what a killer looks like.

It’s true that no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of killers! People won’t compete with you in martial arts, so your martial arts skills are of no use.

"First mate, I want to learn, I want to learn, teach me quickly."

"You brat, do you think the wind is the rain? Wait for me, and don't back down when the time comes."

While the two were talking, the phone carried by a soldier rang.

After the soldier answered the call, he quickly ran over and handed the phone to Wang Hao.

"Hey! I'm Wang Hao, what's going on?"

Duan Peng's voice immediately came from the microphone: "Mouse, the Japs are coming. There are really only ten of them. Do you want me to send someone down to snatch the fat man back?"

Wang Hao shook his head and said: "No, you can't take it back. These people are not afraid of death. If you go to take it, they will die together with the fat man."

Duan Peng nodded and said, "Then what should we do?"

Wang Hao said: "Continue to observe and see if anyone else is following. Notify me as soon as possible?"

"yes."

Duan Peng agreed and hung up the phone.

Wang Hao put down the phone and said: "Everyone, cheer up and be prepared, the Japanese are coming."

"yes."

There was no need for everyone to make arrangements. They all took their positions and found their own bunkers. The muzzles of their submachine guns were stretched out.

There were only two people following Wang Hao.

After everyone waited for more than ten minutes, they saw four Japanese three-wheeled motorcycles driving over.

Including the fat man, there are eleven people in total, three people can sit in one car, and two people can sit in the front car.

Fatty, sitting on the side of the third motorcycle.

Damn it, these little devils wouldn't even drive a truck over here.

When the Japs got out of the car, Wang Hao saw that these people did not have a phone with them. He immediately looked around.

Strange, there is no one.

Duan Peng and the others were hanging behind these Japs, and if anyone was there they would definitely not be able to escape their eyes.

This is strange.

The Japanese escorted the fat man out of the car and walked towards Wang Hao and the others.

Finally stopped.

The captain at the head shouted loudly: "The people have been sent here, you guys, who is Wang Hao?"

Well, this guy speaks Chinese well.

This captain was the Japanese squadron leader who captured the fat man that day.

He knew what he was here to do today, yes, he was here to get Wang Hao to slap him.

However, Captain Nakamura did not tell him the entire plan.

In other words, these ten Japanese were abandoned. It's a pity that they didn't know it.

Wang Hao stood up, and the distance between the two sides was only ten meters.

The fat man immediately shouted loudly: "Mouse."

The fat man wanted to struggle and run over, but he was restrained by two devils and put a tortoise box on his head.

"Asshole, let me go."

The fat man screamed loudly and wanted to struggle, but the wound on his leg was too painful.

Wang Hao stepped forward and said: "I am Wang Hao, who do you work for?"

The squadron leader stared at Wang Hao and said bitterly: "Didn't you ask me to come by name in the telegram? Why, I'm here and you don't recognize me anymore?"

Wang Hao was stunned.
To be continued...