Chapter 382: Big Sweep: High Mountains, Forests, and More Guns
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Mukai Kageaki stood up from his sleep, reached out and grabbed the pistol beside him, and looked out the door with lingering fear.
He had a nightmare just now, dreaming that a man rushed in from outside the door, with a gun pointed at his head, and he was about to pull the trigger.
As soon as he felt anxious, Mukai Jingming woke up from his sleep. He felt that his heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out.
Raising his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, Xiang Jingming reached out to pick up the military blanket that fell to the ground, put it on his body again, and then huddled back in the corner next to the bonfire.
The bonfire uses the doors and furniture of some residents in the village. Because they are all made of good wood, the flames are very strong, and even the air is filled with a faint scent of pine.
After calming down a little, Mukai Kageaki found that he couldn't sleep anymore. The nightmare just now seemed like an unresolved nightmare, which made him feel heavy.
"What's going on? I'm a fearless Yamato samurai and an imperial soldier. Why am I still so scared?" He was so ashamed of his cowardice that he was so frightened by a nightmare that he couldn't sleep.
Unfortunately, sometimes a person's body does not depend on his will. No matter how hard he tries to encourage himself, it is of no use and his eyes are still as wide as a ball.
Since he really couldn't sleep, Mukai Keaki had no choice but to turn over and sit up, then covered his signal soldier with a military blanket, and then stepped out of the room. He planned to check the status of the guard post.
As soon as Mukai Jingming left the house where he lived, Chu Yifei silently touched the door. He covered himself with the door and carefully peeked inside. He saw a man covered with a military blanket sleeping soundly, with a
Something used by some commanders.
"It's him!" Chu Yifei was secretly happy. He reached out and pulled out his pistol, pointing the muzzle at the opponent.
The shrill sound of gunfire pierced the night sky and echoed in the mountain village, waking up all the sleeping Japanese soldiers. They stood up and ran out of the house, "Where, where, where are the guns?"
Chu Yifei looked at the four or five bullet holes on the blood-soaked military blanket and the body that was no longer twitching. He smiled, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
When the Japs responsible for protecting the squadron headquarters rushed over, they only saw a body beaten into a sieve and a map that had been burned to the ground.
"What's going on?" Mukai Kageaki's military blanket was lifted, revealing the faces of the Japanese soldiers below. Only then did people realize that it was not the squadron leader who was killed, but his signal corpsman.
Just when people were in chaos, Mukai Kageaki's voice came from behind, "Whatever the chaos is, go back and restrain the troops."
People immediately stopped being confused. They turned around and saw the squadron leader standing behind him with an angry look on his face. It seemed that he was very dissatisfied with their performance. "You are soldiers of the Empire of Japan. You should stay calm at all times."
, don’t say I’m not dead, even if I am dead, you must remain calm and continue to complete the planned plan.”
"Hi!" All the squadron commanders at all levels bowed and saluted together, then turned and ran away, leaving only a part of the guards behind.
Mukai Kageaki stepped into the house and saw bullet holes on his military blanket. The blood spurting out had soaked most of it. He couldn't help but secretly said, "Fortunately, that nightmare kept me awake. Otherwise, these few bullets would have made me unable to sleep."
It should have hit me."
He waved his hand and ordered people to carry the dead signal soldier down. Then he sat next to the bonfire again, reached out and picked up the burned map with only one third left, and smiled bitterly.
It seems that the purpose of this assassin is to stop his own forward speed and prevent him from reaching the predetermined position within the specified time.
Thinking of this, Mukai Jingming made up his mind to arrive on time.
The escorting Japanese soldier asked him to change his residence, but Mukai Keaki refused. He believed that since the other party had already been assassinated once, he would not come here again the second time, so this house was the safest.
After trying to persuade him several times, Mukai Jingming still insisted on his opinion, so those people had no choice but to agree to his decision. Living in the original house would only increase the intensity of their vigilance.
After a night of silence, when the squadron set off in the morning, Mukai Jingaki discovered that his team's sentry outside the village had also been killed, and the bodies were thrown behind rocks.
"Everyone, please be vigilant. The Chinese are too cunning. You should pay more attention to the sentries especially at night." Mukai Jingming looked at the sentry whose throat was cut with a knife and warned other soldiers.
Everyone nodded in disapproval, feeling that this person was too dangerous and they must be careful and careful.
The team continued to move forward. Because they had not slept well last night, the Japanese and the security forces had not slept well. They were all yawning all day and never closed their mouths, so the speed naturally slowed down greatly.
The sun had already passed overhead, and Mukai Keaki's squadron had only traveled less than ten miles. The distance was not even one-third as long as yesterday. At this speed, even if they walked for three more days, they would still reach the predetermined place.
Feeling anxious, he issued an order to the team leaders below, ordering them to urge the team to speed up and reach Yangjiagou, which is twenty miles away from Hu Xiaoling in a straight line before the sun goes down.
In this way, under the supervision of Mukai Jingaki, the team's speed increased and they moved forward along the rugged mountain road.
During the day of the day, Chu Yifei appeared from beside them from time to time. Every time he shot, he would definitely hit the target. Important figures such as the Japs commander and machine gunner continued to suffer casualties. When Xiang Jingming sent people to chase,
People have disappeared, and sometimes we don't even know where the gun was fired.
Mukai Keaki felt very troubled by this type of play that was very different from the previous tactics, but there was no way to solve it. He could only shrink the troops as much as possible and send more reconnaissance troops at the same time in order to detect the opponent early. But the effect was not great.
Chu Yifei was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing around him. Every time he appeared, he would definitely take away the Japanese's lives, as if he were the messenger of death.
So Gou Shuli and the others named him "Shura", and this nickname accompanied him through a life of ups and downs.
Of course, Chu Yifei still doesn't know the nickname the Japs gave him, and is still thinking about the Japs' plan with great interest.
No, he was squatting beside the path that the Japanese must pass, tinkering with a booby trap and designing the detonating device.
In a few minutes, he had it done, and after camouflaging the booby trap, he went into the woods nearby, selected a hillside as a sniper position, and set up his sniper rifle.
There were no snipers in Mukai Keaki's squadron. This was something Chu Yifei could confirm through previous tests, so he confidently and boldly arranged the sniper position.
Touching the improved Type 95 sniper rifle in his hand, Chu Yifei grinned towards the path down the hillside, "Little devil, grandpa is waiting for you, come on."