The next morning, Tiger Bay.

Maeda Takashi stood on a mountain ridge with a dark face.

On the ridges and on the road further away, there were Japanese and puppet troops full of guns and ammunition. From a distance, people were everywhere in the mountains.

Most of the Japanese and puppet troops in the Huting stronghold were dispatched.

This is not because Maeda likes to mobilize all the troops.

It’s because the Eighth Route Army that attacked the Huting stronghold was too cruel.

According to the information provided by the puppet troops who fled back, although this group of Eighth Route Army was not large, its marksmanship was terrifyingly accurate, and its physical and tactical qualities were also very outstanding.

It is probably similar to Yamamoto's agents.

So Maeda Takashi didn't dare to be careless at all.

He didn't want a bullet to suddenly hit him from a corner and exploded his head while inspecting the scene. Such a way of death was really worthless.

Ge Fugui picked up a shell from the grass and shone it against the rising sun.

"This group of Tuo-8 Route Army was ambushed here at that time, less than fifty meters away from the highway. The Type 38 rifle they used, Taijun, look, this is the Arisaka rifle shell."

As he said that, he handed over the bullet shell.

But Maeda Takashi knocked the shell away with a slap.

"I don't care what kind of rifle and bullet this group of 8th Route Army uses. In short, you must search for all the lost machine guns, rifles and grenade launchers for me and find them back! All!"

Maeda yelled angrily: "There are also bullets and grenades."

"A bullet or a grenade can't fall into the hands of the Eighth Route Army."

"Maeda Tae-kun, this is probably impossible." Ge Fugui said with a bitter face, "If a large-scale search was launched last night, he would probably have recovered weapons and equipment supplies. But now, the Tujiao Eighth Route Army has already transferred weapons and equipment supplies, and it would be almost impossible to find them back."

While speaking, one puppet army officer after another ran over to report.

And nothing was found, not even a single bullet was found.

"Taijun, look, I said I couldn't find it, right?" Ge Fugui said, "It must have been transported away by Tujiao Route Army overnight."

"This is impossible." Maeda said flatly, "The Imperial Army and the Imperial Army lost more than 100 rifles, six machine guns and three grenade launchers, not to mention bullets, grenades and cotton coats. Oh, by the way, there are still a few kilometers of telephone lines, and there are only a dozen people in the Turkish Eighth Route Army. Can they take away so many weapons and supplies?"

Ge Fugui said: "Taijun, the Eighth Route Army also robbed seven military horses."

"Bagayalu!" Maeda's face turned down. Why did he forget this?

But Maeda obviously didn't want to give up easily, and said, "Expand the search range! Continue to search for me, I don't believe that the Tujiao Route Army can really transport all its weapons, equipment and supplies."

Ge Fugui can only order the search scope to be expanded.

...

On the mountain road not far from Tiger Bay,

As the vanguard of the Wolf Warrior Team, Wang Xikui led the sniper team to search and advance.

While he was moving, Wang Xikui suddenly made a gesture. This gesture was taught by Wang Yegang. He raised his right hand and then clenched it into a fist, which means stop moving forward.

Zhao Erwa and Huang, who followed up, quickly squatted down on the spot.

Wang Xikui listened for a moment, turned around and whispered: "Someone is coming from the other side."

Because the time of joining the army was too short, Wang Ye only taught the most basic sign language, and the complex ones had to rely on speaking.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Ye also brought other members of the Wolf Warrior Team to come over, and quickly entered the sides of the mountain road at the warning of Wang Xikui and hid.

After a while, a team of puppet troops drove over with rifles.

This team of puppet troops seemed to be searching for something, cursing while searching.

"Damn, what wind does this little Japanese get? I rushed us into the mountains in the morning to drink the northwest wind."

"Old Niu, please keep your voice down. If the Imperial Army hears it, it will be troublesome."

"What are you afraid of? What can you kill us?" The puppet army named Lao Niu said that he was not afraid, but his voice became obviously lighter, and he muttered and couldn't hear it anymore.

After confirming that there were no more puppet troops behind, Wang Ye made a gesture.

More than a dozen war wolves rushed from the grass with rifles at the same time and shouted: "Raise your hands and stop killing them!"

"Eighth Route Army?" The sudden change made more than a dozen puppet soldiers stunned. After reacting, they threw away their rifles and fell to the ground, while kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Master Eighth Master, please spare me."

Wang Ye pointed a gun at one of the puppet soldiers' heads.

"What's your name?" Wang Ye said in a deep voice, "Which village is from?"

"Reply to the Ba Master, the villain Niu Erbao, the Baijia Village people." The puppet army said hurriedly.

"Baijia Village? I know Baijia Village." Wang Ye groaned and said, "So, you'd better be honest. Next, I'll ask you, you'd better give me a truthful answer."

"It must be certain, I must answer truthfully."

Niu Erbao said hurriedly: "Please give the answer truthfully."

Wang Ye said in a deep voice: "What are you doing?"

"Search the mountain." Niu Erbao said, "Didn't you killed more than fifty Japanese soldiers yesterday? You also confiscated one and a half of our puppet army's company. The Japanese thought that you could not transport all of them away with so many weapons, equipment and materials, and they must be hidden in the mountains, so they forced us to go into the mountain to search."

"That's right."

Wang Ye nodded and asked again: "How many people have you come?"

"We have two companies here." Niu Erbao said, "and two Japanese teams, with more than 400 people."

"More than 400 people?" Wei Dayong suddenly became energetic and rubbed his hands excitedly, "King, we can have a good fight now, hahaha."

Wang Xikui and Wang Gensheng also looked expectant.

If it were yesterday, they would definitely be wondering: Can we have a dozen people really set off and work with the Japanese infantry team?

But now...

After experiencing yesterday's battle,

Wang Xikui and Wang Gensheng and their thinking changed completely.

Now let alone a small team of the Japanese, they dare to touch even a large team.

Anyway, it’s just a slap, just treat the slap dog, and treat the slap as a dog. If you can’t beat them, you can always run. Can the slap in this mountain valley run faster than our Wolf Warrior Team?

Wang Ye waved his hand and said, "Tie them up."

"Yes." Wang Xikui responded and said, "Do you want to peel the clothes?"

Wang Ye looked up at the weak sun and said, "Forget it, don't peel the clothes first."

It was even colder this day. After stripping the cotton coats of these two Japanese devils, they were tied to the mountains in this cold day and they would probably be frozen to death.

It's better to save their lives.

After all, these puppet troops are quite cooperative.

Especially when surrendering, it is very quick.

After tied up several puppet troops, the Wolf Warrior Team quickly unfolded in combat formation and quietly touched the hill ahead.

Leaning on the top of the mountain and looking down, you can see the winding roads in the valley below. You can see that the mountains on both sides of the road are filled with Japanese and puppet troops.

"Good, you can kill me now!"

Seeing this, Wei Dayong and others were so excited that their eyes shone.

Wang Ye estimated the distance, and the nearest Japanese were about 600 meters.

Wei Dayong said: "The distance is still a little farther, let's move forward a little further."

While he was talking, he saw Wang Ye raise the Type 38 rifle in his hand.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Wei Dayong whispered, "Master, what are you doing?"

"Are you blind?" Wang Ye said, "I took out my gun, and I'm still asking me what I'm doing?"

"Of course I know what you want to do, but this is beyond the range." Wei Dayong muttered.

Wang Ye said: "The effective range of the scale of the 38-large cover is 500 meters, but this does not mean that it will never hit the target if it exceeds 500 meters."

While speaking, Wang Ye raised the door of the rifle again.

There are scales on the door, but the maximum is only 500 meters.

Japan is a resource-poor country and likes to be careful in everything they do, so it sets the effective range of the Type 38 rifle to 500 meters. No matter how far the distance is, it is not encouraged to fire, in order not to waste bullets.

But in fact, the effective range of the Sanba Cover is more than 500 meters, at least 800 meters.

In terms of accuracy alone, the 38-Big Cover is significantly better than the Mauser 98K and is equal to Mosinnagan.

After aiming at the target and aligning the maximum scale with the sight, Wang Ye lifted the muzzle slightly upwards a little, then roughly determined the wind speed and direction based on his facial feeling, and finally corrected the shooting angle.

After calming his mind, Wang Ye gently and slowly pressed the trigger.

Just as the gunshot of a "Box hook" sounded, the bullet of a 6.5mm caliber Arisaka rifle bullet was already rotating at a high speed, whistling towards a target about 600 meters away.

The Japanese and puppet troops in the distance did not respond.

Because the speed of sound is only 340 meters per second.

It took two seconds for the gunshot to reach the hill ahead.

But the warhead only takes a second to fly there.

A second later, the Japanese devils locked by Wang Ye suddenly fell to the ground.

"Fuck, I actually hit it!" Wei Dayong screamed in shock.
Chapter completed!