After being scolded by the Japanese major, the major got on his motorcycle and was about to take the transport convoy to move forward. However, he got off the motorcycle and walked to Luo Yuesong, who was standing upright. He looked carefully at the blood stains on Yuesong's hat.
He looked suspicious and asked, "Why is there blood on your hat?"
"Ah?" Yuesong took off his hat. Indeed, on the right edge of the hat, there were a few drops of blood spattered on the right edge of the hat at the moment when the dead Japanese second lieutenant was hit in the ear by his own sniper bullet.
The major held the handle of the saber with one hand and put the other hand on the holster of the Wangba box.
"Oh, this." Yuesong's head was spinning rapidly. I can't ruin my action because of such a small detail. If I fight and run away, the key is that I can't let the Japanese army not notice it.
Under the premise, if you grab the transport truck and enter the artillery position with ammunition, it will be difficult to cause as much damage to the Japanese heavy artillery as possible.
"Baga, come on." The Japanese major pulled out his saber, and the soldiers on the motorcycles also got off the motorcycles, and picked up their rifles with a clicking sound, all the bullets were loaded.
Minghe was a little impatient, and Xizi also took off his 38 rifle. Tubaozi had never been face to face with the Japanese at such a close range, his heart was beating wildly, and his face was panicked.
Brother Chao raised his sniper rifle and aimed at the Japs major's head. Douzi lay on the ground and aimed his sniper rifle at a Japs machine gunner. Although the muzzle of the gun was shaking a little, he finally adjusted his breathing and made basic preparations.
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Huineng half-crouched in the forest and pulled the machine gun's bolt with a "crack" sound.
"What's that sound?" The Japanese Major is so damn alert.
"Oh, that's it. Major is from Tokyo, right? My mother is also from Tokyo, blah blah blah, blah blah." Yuesong sang the "Song of the Sakura" that all the little devils are familiar with.
Listening to the familiar Japanese folk songs, the Major calmed down a little and asked: "There was no checkpoint yesterday, why is there a checkpoint today?"
"Reporting to the Major, just an hour ago, a small enemy force attacked the artillery position. Captain Shan Shou of the 4th Squadron, who was directing the artillery attack, was hit by a sniper rifle and was shattered by the emperor. The squadron leader ordered me to lead the pursuit.
We killed five Chinese people, and one of them was wounded, but we caught him. I used my pistol, just like that, at close range, to shoot him in the head, and he exploded.
It hit the man's head, and the blood splashed on the brim of my hat." After Yuesong finished speaking, he took out a Japanese cigarette, handed one to the major, and helped him light it.
"Hahaha, well done, Second Lieutenant. A China team will not only have six people. You must also be more vigilant to ensure the safety of the transport convoy." After finishing speaking, the major got on his motorcycle and led the transport convoy towards the artillery position.
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Watching trucks transporting artillery shells passing by one after another, Yuesong glanced at the brothers around him. Whooping Crane was steady, waiting for an opportunity; Leopard's mood was slightly more stable, holding a rifle.
Her hands were still a little trembling; Xizi was an old special operations team member, and she used to look carefree. Now, in order to pretend to be a Japanese soldier, she stood there with a rifle in hand, which actually looked a little funny.
"Brothers, there is the last truck left. According to observation, in each Japanese truck, there is a driver driving, a Japanese sitting next to the driver, and two Japanese escorting the truck in the truck bed. The driver will be mine later.
, take care of the local leopard in the passenger seat, Minghe and Xizi take care of the two in the rear compartment, use the Japanese bayonet, move accurately, keep the action consistent, and never let the Japanese shoot."
"yes."
The last Japanese bomb truck roared up the slope and slowly approached the outpost.