Takeo Ichiro slept for more than three hours. A weasel quietly passing by him woke up the alert Takeo.
When Jianxiong was sleeping soundly, the weasel's aura was transmitted to Jianxiong's nostrils. Jianxiong opened his eyes slightly, and the surroundings were dark, and he could not see anything. Jianxiong frowned, and all his feelings were concentrated in his nose.
and ears, the sound of a leaf being tripped in the bush immediately caught Kenxiong's attention. Kenxiong sat motionless, his right hand gradually moved away from the butt of the gun, and gently pressed it on the dagger at his waist.
The irritation became stronger and stronger, and Kenxiong's mind began to become active. According to his own experience, this smell was probably the smell of some kind of animal, and it should not be human. But Kenxiong didn't dare to be careless, even though that guy Onizuka was there.
A sentry was posted not far away. Although the boy was a master of judo and his marksmanship was also very accurate, he was reckless and irrational. However, the boy followed the general all day long and had no field experience at all. However, the boy had almost never encountered life or death.
It's a test, and there is no need to sneak and hide alone in the enemy's whirlpool.
After many years of sniper career, Takeo only believed in himself. General Matsui sent Onitsuka to perform the mission with him. To be honest, Takeo was very unhappy. Although he added a hundred-style rifle and a fighting
Master, but for a sniper, what's the use of this? A sniper walks through the enemy's thousands of troops. The most important thing before shooting is concealment. The most important thing after shooting is concealment. Once the sniper is attacked,
The enemy discovered his traces. One more gun and one more man had little impact on the outcome. Takeo has been fighting for the emperor for more than ten years. His brother died in Northeast China, his brother died in Shanghai, and his sister
He was sent to the Southwest, and his life and death are still uncertain. There is no news. Jianxiong prefers to fight alone more and more. No one commands, no one interferes, no official rank, no hierarchy. When he is tired, he takes out his wife and daughter.
In the photo, he was alone in the bushes, staring intently and weeping. Warriors are also born and raised by parents, and they also have wives and children. But Kenxiong knows that only when he is alone can he, the warrior, miss his relatives, shed tears, and forget.
The sky forgets the earth, and even forgets the emperor who is far away in the sky; only when you are alone, touching your own arms and touching your own skin, can you feel that you are a complete person.
The smell was getting stronger and stronger, but that bastard Onizuka didn't react at all. Takeo slowly pulled out the samurai's dagger from his waist. There seemed to be a "rustling" sound, although it was so subtle, and although it came and went, there was no trace of it.
Everything was transmitted into Jianxiong's ear. Judging from the sound, it should be very close to him. It shouldn't be a person or a big animal. It's so close, it could be a person.
, whether it is a larger animal, the branches will never move. But Jianxiong did not slack off at all. In this case, it is most likely a snake, a snake that is not too small. Thinking of this, Jianxiong held his hand
The hand holding the dagger quietly began to exert force.
Nothing can be seen in the darkness, there is absolutely no light, and the pistol cannot be used unless it is a last resort. Suddenly, a continuous small sound of "rustling" came from Jianxiong's body, and the dagger in Jianxiong's hand was as fast as lightning.
He stabbed towards the small black shadow with a "swish" sound, and only heard a "push" sound. The dagger plunged into the body of the thing. The thing struggled a few times and stopped moving. Takeshio pulled it out from the thing.
He took out the dagger, wiped the blood from the dagger on the thing, then dug a hole on the spot, buried the thing, and covered it with some soil and fallen leaves.
Takeo put the dagger in his belt, picked up the sniper rifle, and got out of the bushes. Only then did Onizuka gently approach Takeo.
"Takeo-kun, wake up, I'm going to sleep for a while." Onizuka said and prepared to crawl into the bushes.
"Hey, follow me, quietly, and we'll go to the village in the dark." Takeo whispered to Onizuka.
"Ah? I haven't slept for a while yet," Onizuka said dissatisfied.
"Baga!" Takeo pushed the butt of his gun into Onizuka's stomach. Onizuka endured the pain and followed Takeo quietly. There was nothing he could do. Although he was the person next to the general, Takeo was the lieutenant colonel and he was the major.
There are only two of us now, and we are behind enemy lines, so we must endure our anger, otherwise, that old lone wolf, Jian Xiong, can do anything to him at any time, and no one knows how he died. What everyone knows is that he has become an elite of the empire.
As long as Onizuka didn't make any noise and didn't hinder his actions, Takeo wouldn't care about him. Takeo quietly found his way into a tea forest more than 200 meters away behind Xiaohe Village where the Second Regiment was stationed, and hid himself.
He raised his sniper scope and observed. The surroundings were still dark, without any light, not a single figure, not a single sound. Jianxiong got some grass and branches, camouflaged his ambush position, and then lay down on the ground, waiting quietly.
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The next morning, the early-rising bamboo sparrows jumped, played, and froliced on the branches. The frolic of the bamboo sparrows seemed so crisp, so melodious, and so distant in this quiet mountain forest.
But little did these bamboo sparrows know that right under their feet, in the trees under their feet, while they were sleeping soundly last night, an army had been quietly ambushing them, as if they had descended from the sky.
Niu Peilin was lying in ambush at the front of the team, with hundreds of soldiers in groups and battalions behind him. At dawn, Niu Peilin heard the chirping of birds on the branches. The bored Peilin raised his head, wanting to see those free and carefree soldiers.
Carefree bird.
There was a "pop" sound, and Peilin instinctively shrank his head, but he still felt that there was something on his face, which was still warm. Peilin stretched out his hand and touched it. Damn, it was a piece of bird poop. What kind of bird was this? It came early in the morning.
You are quite diligent, but you are so damn good at choosing a place to use my face as a cesspit. Peilin wiped his face with his sleeves, but still felt unhappy, and reached out to get some dew from the leaves.
, wiped it several times, and then continued to lie on the ground angrily, staring carefully ahead.
Halfway up the mountainside of Dujuan Ridge, Third Brother and the division's special agent battalion had already set up an ambush while it was dark. Although the sentries from the Japanese Ono Brigade Headquarters patrolled the mountainside twice during the night, they did not find anyone who was good at concealment at all.
Division Headquarters Secret Service Camp. It is already daybreak, the morning light is shining, and the branches and leaves are full of shining light. In the spring morning, the morning sunshine, the mountains and forests under the sun, the wild flowers in the mountains and forests, and the fragrance of wild flowers, the third brother feels that the secret service camp is not
While on a mission, he was enjoying the morning light in the mountains and forests. The third brother remembered the days when he took several brothers to travel around. He thought about those days when he was hungry and found a wild shop, when he was thirsty he drank from the mountain spring, and when he was sleepy the sky was used as a quilt and the earth was used as a blanket.
The bed, the tree as my wife, the rocks as my pillow, those days, two words, happy and free.
The third brother took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and carefully wiped his twenty-gun. The twenty-gun was his favorite. This gun was neither big nor small. It was a big rifle or something that old men carried on their backs.
The ball is very troublesome; the small one is like the captain's Ronning ball, which is used by girls. Not to mention the small size, there are still few bullets, and the ball will be gone after a few hits... The third brother is wiping it and admiring it.
My favorite gun, suddenly, the third brother felt the human smell. The third brother lay down alertly, turned on the twenty-ring safety, raised his hand, and made a gesture to the special agent battalion commander behind him, and everyone
Got nervous.
Not far away, between the cracks in the trees, a dozen or so Japs flashed out.