The ridiculous Mr. Jiro didn't even think about it. How could a major of the national army personally go out for close reconnaissance without cover behind him? To capture the major of the national army alive is simply a fantasy, a fantasy, and a dream.
"Zhang Long, have you memorized the Japanese army's troop distribution and firepower configuration?" Leng Ren knew that after observing the Japanese army so closely, the Japanese army would not easily let go of the other side's scouts.
"Remember it, here it is, battalion commander, take it." Zhang Long picked up the rifle on the ground, "The Japanese have arrived with a small team. I will cover you, and you can withdraw first with the information."
"Take it yourself. You are young, agile, and can run fast. You retreat first, and I will hold on for a while before retreating." Leng Ren clicked the bolt of Thompson's gun and got ready for battle.
"Battal Commander, how can I withdraw? If you want to withdraw, you have to withdraw first." Although Zhang Long is only a private, he still knows who is older and who is younger, and who is more important.
"Grandma, you're a bear. If I tell you to go, just leave. Go quickly." Lengrenren got angry and kicked Zhang Hu, causing Zhang Hu to roll several times along the grass slope. "Get out of here, me."
"Batalion Commander." Zhang Long shouted, tears welling up in his eyes.
"I'm not dead yet, why are you crying? Get out of here, if you can't complete the task, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost." Leng Ren turned around and looked at Zhang Hu, cursing.
"Yes, I promise to complete the mission." Zhang Long got up, crouched, held the rifle in one hand, and ran all the way. In the blink of an eye, he was only more than 20 meters away from the bushes.
When Mr. Jiro saw someone running away, he shouted at Iwai: "Iwai, you can't let go, shoot."
At first, Iwai wanted to sneak over and catch someone alive, but now he saw a soldier running away. The squadron leader was shouting loudly from behind, so he didn't care anymore and ordered: "Shoot, hit the one who is running."
"Bang bang bang" gunfire sounded immediately. The eight Japanese soldiers stood up straight, aimed at the Chinese soldiers two hundred meters away, and kept shooting.
Leng Ren looked back and saw that the enemy's bullets were almost following Zhang Long's footsteps, sending grass blades flying all over the grass.
"Run fast, run in a curve." Leng Renren shouted, and using the cover of the camphor tree, he held Thompson and fired from a long distance to fight back against the Japanese.
"Dudu", "Dudu" and "Dudu" fired three times in succession, injuring a Japanese soldier. This was a hundred meters away. Thompson's accuracy was really poor at this distance.
Iwai picked up the 38 rifle from the injured soldier's hand and aimed it at the major of the national army. With a "bang" sound, the bullet flew over and hit the trunk of the camphor tree with a "dang" sound.
Leng Ren quickly retracted and simply lay on the ground to reduce the area of the bullet that was hit, but the Thompson in his hand was still firing like a beep.
When Leng Feng saw Zhang Long running over, he pulled Zhang Long into the bushes and shouted: "You damn thing, I asked you to protect the young master personally. It's better for you to run back alone."
"Brother Feng, it was the battalion commander who forcibly ordered me to come back with the information." Zhang Long cried aggrievedly.
"You're crying, retreat quickly, I'll save the young master." Leng Feng stood up, holding a Czech light machine gun, and fired at the Japanese with a "click, click, click" sound. The problem was still the same. The distance was far away and the accuracy was not good. He could only
Suppress the Japs and don't think about the young master getting closer.
"Brother Feng, this is the intelligence that was detected. You take it, I'll go back and rescue the battalion commander." Zhang Long thrust the small book into Leng Feng's hand, turned around and prepared to run away.
Leng Feng pulled Zhang Long back and cursed: "Get back here, it's you who can beat me, or I can beat you. You go back first with your shabby book, and I'll go and kill the Japanese."
"Brother Feng." Zhang Long is not a human being.
"Get out!" Leng Feng kicked Zhang Long. Zhang Long rolled to the ground and had to leave first.
"Brother Feng, you go forward, I'll be behind." Duan Er came over. After speaking, he held the rifle and calmed down. With a "pop", a Japanese soldier fell down on the grass.
"Good job, you can fight here while I pass." After Leng Feng finished speaking, he held the light machine gun and ran forward in a fast curve.