Chapter 2 Encountering the Devils of World War II (2)
what to do?
Zheng Xiao squatted half-crouched behind a tree, holding up a telescope and looking at the Japanese troops, trying to see their details.
If you are an actor, although the costumes and movements may be somewhat similar due to deliberate imitation, you are still an amateur after all, and there will be big flaws.
However, this small group of Japanese troops were neatly arranged, skilled in techniques and tactics, and maintained a high degree of vigilance during the march. Even the seriousness and vigilance on their faces could not be acted out. They looked like a regular army that had been trained for a long time.
Zheng Xiao stared at them for a long time and found no evidence that they were acting. Instead, he became more vigilant and said, "This is a well-trained army."
At this time, in the communication channel, other special forces members were anxiously waiting for his orders to see how to deal with this sudden team.
If they are actors, the team members can ignore them and pass by them and rush to the gathering coordinates posted by Zheng Xiao; but if they are not actors, how should they be treated?
Zheng Xiao is also thinking hard. He still doesn't understand the origins of these people and can't make a decision.
He Ming seemed to be impatient with waiting. He suggested, "Captain, how about I send someone to touch them and have a look at them and make contact with them."
"okay!"
He Ming immediately gave the order, and a soldier quietly used the cover of plants and rocks to cover the Japanese army from a hiding place, while He Ming and a dozen soldiers around him watched with wide eyes.
The soldier lurked about twenty or thirty meters away, then stood up from his hiding place and shouted to the team on the opposite side, "Fellow, are you from the crew?"
The sudden appearance of the people surprised the Japanese army. The next moment they were shouting in Japanese and raised their 38 caps in their hands.
"Xiao Wu, get down!" He Ming shouted urgently on the intercom, reminding the soldier.
Bang——, the gunshot rang out, and the distinctive clear sound of Sanba Dagen echoed in the dense jungle. Xiao Wu, who was standing halfway, staggered, and blood poured out from his covered right arm.
came out.
A fish jumped behind the bushes nearby. Xiao Wu glanced at the wound on his right arm, then gritted his teeth and cursed, "Grandma, you're a bear, it's a real gun."
"Get ready to fight!" The gunshot made Zheng Xiao instantly understand their situation, roared, and then raised the automatic rifle in his hand.
Click, click, click, the clear sound of gunfire echoed in the forest, and all the special forces members opened fire. Although they were located in various places, almost all of them encountered Japanese soldiers, so they all started a firefight.
The Longya Special Forces Brigade uses Type 95 automatic rifles. Naturally, their power is not comparable to that of the Japanese's 38 rifles that shoot and pull the bolt. Moreover, the special forces members are all sharpshooters, so when Fuyi fights, the Japanese can't compare.
They all fell to the ground.
However, these Japanese soldiers were very experienced in combat. Even though they were clearly at a disadvantage, no one retreated. Instead, they used the cover of trees and rocks to engage in exchanges of fire with the special forces members.
The jungle was extremely lively, bullets flew by, countless branches and leaves were blown away by the bullets, and the tree trunks were covered with bullet holes. If it hit a stone, there would be dazzling sparks immediately, leaving behind a
White seal.
"Da da!"
Zheng Xiao held a Type 95 automatic rifle in his hand and fired two shots in a row. Every time he shot, a Japanese soldier would fall to the ground. The bullets hit all the vital parts of his head and chest.
When he was in the training team, Zheng Xiao was a famous sharpshooter. He could hit wherever he pointed with perfect accuracy. If he was given a sniper rifle, even the sniper instructor of the training team would be defeated by him.
Although these Japs have good combat qualities, they are still far behind compared to the brother special operations forces from other military regions during the exercise, so they can only be abused.
The battle started suddenly and ended quickly. The special forces members encountered only small groups, with a dozen or so people at most. Therefore, the result of the battle between the two sides can be imagined, that is, the Japanese were completely wiped out.
As for the special operations team members, only Xiao Wu was slightly injured in his right arm.
He ordered the special forces members to clean up the battlefield, and then quickly left the battle site and rushed to the predetermined meeting point. He then walked towards the Japs he had killed.
He killed eight of the nine Japs, leaving one alive, but by this time his hands and feet were broken, and he could only lie on the ground struggling and moaning in pain.
Arriving in front of him, Zheng Xiao knelt down and got in front of him.
When he arrived, Zheng Xiao found that this soldier in Japanese uniform was probably in his early thirties, had a crew cut, and a beard on his mouth. He had a typical Japanese appearance. At this time, he was looking at him with hatred in his eyes.
"What kind of army are you?" Zheng Xiao asked in proficient Japanese. This is one of the languages they must master proficiently. "Are you drug traffickers from abroad?"
After confirming that they were not actors, Zheng Xiao's first thought was that these people were overseas drug smugglers and armed elements.
The Japanese grinned miserably and said in a murmur, "We are the scouts of the Itano Regiment of the 51st Division of the Kwantung Army of the Imperial Japanese Army. Which Chinese army are you?"
"Empire of Japan, Kwantung Army, 51st Division?!"
This series of names was like a bomb, which made Zheng Xiao feel a little dazed for a moment. He couldn't accept it for a while.
"What year is it now?" Zheng Xiao shook his head as if in a dream, and then asked in a deep voice.
"1933!" The Japanese soldier gritted his teeth and spat out these few words.
1933!!!
Now Zheng Xiao was completely petrified!
At this moment, the Japanese soldier lying on the ground suddenly took out his right hand from underneath him. There was a melon-style grenade hanging on his wrist, and the lead had been pulled out by him.
Ah——, with a howl like a beast, the Japanese soldier got up from the ground, rushed towards Zheng Xiao, and hugged him.
Unexpectedly, this Japs was so crazy and wanted to die with him. Zheng Xiao threw away the automatic rifle, then supported the Japs' body with both arms, and then kicked him hard on the stomach with both feet, kicking him out.
His body bounced off the ground, and Zheng Xiao plunged into the nearby rocks, letting the rough sharp rocks leave traces of blood on his cheeks and body.
With a bang, a violent explosion came from outside the rock. Smoke mixed with air waves swept around the rock. Debris and broken branches fell from the sky, covering him.
After shaking off the dirt and other things on his body, Zheng Xiao walked out from behind the stone and looked at the place where the Japanese man was lying just now. He found that there was only a pool of blood and marks blackened by explosives.
After checking the remaining corpses of the Japanese one by one and confirming that they were all dead, Zheng Xiao picked up his automatic rifle and went into the jungle, rushing to the predetermined meeting point.
Now, he wants to gather all the team members scattered in the jungle together.
Regardless of whether he really traveled to 1933 or not, since there is such a wave of threatening enemies in the jungle, he must lead his team members to fight against them.
How can we let the Japanese run rampant on the land of China!!!
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The second chapter is here, and there is a third chapter to follow!