Chapter 162 The golden cicada escapes from its shell and returns to its base.
Dozens of real and fake traps, booby traps and dummy pieces of rags from branches were left behind, creating a forest ambush site with roaring wind and roaring vegetation. The deputy company commander took the reconnaissance soldiers to look at the direction and retreat towards the regiment's headquarters.
Wang Chengzhu volunteered to stay and deal with the enemy. The deputy company commander readily agreed as a cadre qualified to know the inside story, while the soldiers lined up and left with complicated emotions.
This is not the first time Wang Chengzhu has undertaken a cover mission after traveling to the world of Liangjian, nor will it be the last.
The stronger the ability, the higher the status, and the burden on the shoulders gradually becomes heavier as the power level rises.
Wang Chengzhu’s work experience on the shore before crossing told him that there must always be someone to complete the work tasks. When an opportunity comes to you, you must proactively fight for it.
Now Wang Chengzhu has won this cover mission, which in the eyes of his comrades seems to be a huge risk to his life. As long as he and these people can return to the station safely, everyone has to accept his favor.
Sometimes, the seeds of mutual trust take root and sprout, watered by the sweat of training and the blood of battles time and time again.
Wang Chengzhu watched the reconnaissance soldiers carrying the mission and harvest disappear into the paths covered by the dense forest. Feeling the trust of his comrades in entrusting their lives to him, he tightened the armed belt around his waist.
Wang Chengzhu muttered silently: "Explode your potential, activate it!"
In Wang Chengzhu's view, those traps and disguised dummies were just disposable props carefully arranged by him and his comrades to temporarily delay the pursuers. The same is true for carrying a head on each shoulder. After suffering, it will grow longer.
Memorable.
Make good use of the terrain and fortifications to delay as much time as possible to give the comrades enough time to evacuate to a safe area. Wang Chengzhu cleverly carved "Danger" and "Drama" on the trees with obvious burn marks in the previous ambush circle.
"Poison" and other words. In an attempt to influence the other party's perception, slow down the pace of search and investigation, and achieve twice the result with half the effort.
It's a pity that Wang Chengzhu's operation was a kind of flirting for the blind. Few of the people responsible for the search and pursuit mission were regular troops of the Shengyang Kingdom, and the prince squad leader was not willing to lead his own local soldiers to do dirty work.
Finally got the opportunity to go out to fight in the autumn wind, and now I am drinking tea in the small building of the camp to express condolences to the "victims". Those pursuers who actively turned in when they heard the sound of gunfire and explosions turned out to be led by a second lieutenant platoon leader
Pseudo police force, armed civilians cobbled together with Japanese overseers and peninsula thugs.
On the east coast of Greater Asia in the world of Liangjian, those with elementary school diplomas who know thousands of commonly used words have been regarded as relatively rare cultural people, engaged in non-line manual labor. Whether it is the Chinese government or the ruling class of the rising sun invaders, those with conditional literacy are
The attitude of civilians is much gentler than that of illiterate people.
The dozens of people who went back to catch up with the whole team, except for the second lieutenant of the puppet army who drank half a bottle of ink, all regarded the words Wang Chengzhu carved on the bark as strange wooden textures. They were not at all appropriate.
The pseudo-garrison soldiers and foreign armed civilians soon suffered the consequences of being uneducated.
The puppet platoon leader walking in the middle and rear part of the search team saw horizontal and vertical common Chinese characters carved with a sharp instrument on the bark of the tree that was blackened by the rocket tail flames. A flash of lightning flashed in his mind.
After reading the "Story of Maling Road" told by Mr. Pingshu, I couldn't help but feel my knees weaken and slowly slide to the ground.
The soldier next to the second lieutenant platoon leader saw his commander slumped down and was about to help him get up, but he heard several strange sounds such as "Ah", "Ouch", "Woo", etc. coming from the woods ahead...
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The reconnaissance team, which had been marching for several hours on the rugged mountain road, finally saw familiar mountain peaks and scenery under the leadership of the deputy company commander.
"Stop, command?" A sentry soldier holding a rifle stepped out from a huge rock on the cliff and shouted to the dusty group of people.