"Brothers from the Eighth Route Army outside, we are the National Government Inspection Team, don't shoot! Never shoot!"

Left Zhong put his hands beside his mouth, shouted at the direction of the Eighth Route Army post. After shouting, he gestured to Gui Youguang to cut his throat, indicating that the other party should be prepared.

When the Eighth Route Army at the foot of the mountain heard the shout, he immediately leaned down and pointed his weapon at the direction of the sound. One of them lay on the sandbag of the machine gun position and showed his joy and replied in the standard Shaanxi dialect.

"Come out for inspection now!"

When Zuo Chong heard the other party’s reply, he smacked his lips. The dialect is really similar, but when he goes out for examination, he is afraid he will go out to die.

They are on the mountain now, with the advantage of terrain and trees and rocks as covers. When they reach the uncovered foot of the mountain, if they encounter sneak attacks, they will be a living target.

He immediately shouted again in the cover: "Brothers of the Eighth Route Army, please send someone to the mountain to negotiate. If you have no problem, we will go down the mountain immediately. It's not that my brother doesn't believe you, but he is really cunning."

The caller hesitated a little and nodded to his subordinates beside him. Two "Eighth Route Army" carrying 38-large covers left the cover and ran to the hillside.

After walking into the sparse woods, the two of them looked around and called out softly, but received no response.

The two of them realized that something was wrong and were about to retreat. Suddenly, they were covered with their mouths with two big hands, and their hands and feet were also held tightly. After a few faint flapping sounds, the woods returned to death.

"Team leader, you see, he is really Japanese."

Gui Youguang took off one of his pants and pointed at the loincloth he was wearing and reported in a low voice, his face full of murderous intent.

If they just went down the mountain stupidly, even if they had been strictly trained armed agents, they would be defeated by so many rifles and machine guns.

Zuo Chong kicked the Japanese unconscious on the ground and found that the other party was very professional in disguise, with military uniforms and leggings. He looked at the direction of the outpost and gave a deep order.

"Kill it, set up thunders with the body, take away the spear and ammunition, and return to the top of the mountain to establish a line of defense."

Most of the submachine guns and short guns were carried on this trip, and the ammunition was limited. It was not wise to fight against the Japanese at medium and long distances. The distance between the two sides must be narrowed.

The top of the mountain not only has a backscene as a cover, but also can shoot from a high place, which can maximize the enemy's range advantage.

"Click~"

The little spies received the order, squatted down and twisted the two Japanese's heads neatly, took out a few grenades and operated them. After doing this, everyone quickly returned to the back of the hillside.

In a pit on the backscene surface, a brief meeting was opened on the left, and the next battle was divided.

First of all, Gui Youguang and Wu Chunyang will lead some spies to set up defenses on the ridge line to prevent the enemy from interspersing and encircling the two wings. This is a common trick for the Japanese to encounter obstacles in the attack.

Back then, in Shanghai and Jinling, the Japanese used this trick to tear the defense line of the Fruit Army. A brigade dared to chase a regiment or even a division to fight, and they were extremely arrogant.

Afterwards, he sought Cui Hongyong's opinion, and the two unanimously decided that the guerrillas would be responsible for the main position and respond to the enemy's attack head-on.

After confirming their respective tasks, the submachine guns and various types of ammunition brought by Left Hung, and the original German M24 grenades were distributed to the guerrillas to ensure the frontal firepower intensity.

Otherwise, relying solely on the old bolt-moving rifles in the other party's hands may not necessarily block the Japanese. The Japanese on the other side have obviously undergone special training and are definitely not ordinary Japanese army soldiers. They should not be underestimated.

"Give me a rifle."

After the meeting, Zuo Chong stretched out his hand towards Gui Youguang, and the big bald man immediately threw the 38-large cover he had just seized. Zuo Chong took it and pulled the bolt, and handed it to the guerrilla soldier.

"Come on, use this gun to fight the Japanese and avenge your parents."

In the envious eyes of his comrades, the little soldier hugged the brand new Sanbada in his arms like a baby, wrapped his sleeves and wiped the dust on it.

"Team leader, why don't you take Mr. Chen and the others to go first, we will cover you up."

Gui Youguang interjected a mouthful, and Wu Chunyang and other spies also persuaded them that they could die, but the deputy director could not have any trouble.

Looking at the serious eyes of his subordinates, Zuo Chong was filled with mixed feelings, and a plan in his heart was also shaken.

Originally, he was going to confess his identity to his superiors after arriving at the border area and ending one-way contact, but now this impulse has faded a lot.

He is safe to reveal his identity, but what should these brothers who share life and death do?

When the Japanese were driven away, if the superiors issued an order related to Gui Youguang and Wu Chunyang, would he obey or disobey? This would be unsolvable.

Obedience means betraying the comrades who fight side by side to block bullets for themselves.

Disobedience is equal to disobedience.

No matter how he dealt with it, he would be in a dilemma. This is what the Hell of the Infinite Beast is talking about. The suffering he suffered is uninterrupted, just like a fierce fire burning people.

Moreover, twenty or thirty years later, a group of teenage children will rush into a place with slogans, throwing and burning the top secret files inside at will, and leaking the list of hundreds of outstanding lurking personnel.

No one can tell whether there is any fanning the flames of the Fructus intelligence department here. The tide of history has flooded too much truth, and a few insiders are also secretive about this.

Zuo Chong didn't want to use his life to bet. In the final analysis, he was a mortal, at most a patriotic mortal, and could not be compared with those tyrants who sacrificed their lives and sprinkled their blood.

He is not alone, nor is he living in a vacuum, and there will be countless people paying for his mistakes and paying the price of his life, including his family far away in New Zealand.

There is nothing wrong with one-way contact, so that at least there is room for tact and can protect yourself and those who care about you.

Maybe he has never been a qualified intelligence officer, and he cannot be truly honest with his relatives, friends and subordinates.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Think clearly about where to go in the future, Zuo Chong's pressure was gone, and Wu Chunyang smiled at the big bald head and said lightly.

"Okay, the Japanese who can hurt me is still in my womb. Get out quickly. Remember to kill a few more Japanese. When I return to the mountain city, I will invite my brothers to drink."

Gui Youguang and Wu Chunyang opened their mouths and knew that they could not persuade the deputy director, so they had to wave and take their men away. The two of them made up their minds to protect the deputy director no matter what.

The guerrillas on the side were very surprised. They had never seen the Fructus Party official who was willing to live and die with their subordinates. Today they had gained their knowledge.

Cui Hong used his eyes to move away from Zuo Chong's face, and secretly guessed who this team leader Xu was so holy that he could make his subordinates love him so much.

"Boom..."

A few loud noises came from the direction of the hillside, and the thunders under the two corpses were triggered. It seemed that the enemy had already known that his identity was exposed and he was ready to attack.

Everyone cheered up and poked their heads out of the ridgeline. The weapon in their hands aimed at the dark mountain, and their fingers were placed on the trigger.

Mr. Chen and other members of the condolence group were not idle either. They grabbed the stones and squatted in the bunker on the backscene surface to try. Although the stones could not kill people, they could not do anything and wait for death.

Anyway, they just need to throw the stones across the mountain, and they will not be in danger of their lives. Maybe they can hit a few unlucky Japanese to relieve the pressure on the soldiers.

Everyone was ready to fight desperately, but Xu Enzeng saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he quietly took two steps back.

This guy decided to run away first when the situation is not good. As the saying goes, it is good to keep the green mountains and there is no need to worry about burning firewood. There is no need to lose your life for irrelevant people.

The scene of the boogie explosion.

The Balu, who had been shouting before, lay on the ground, watching him falling in front of him, and cursing Baluo secretly with his broken legs, emitting blue smoke, and then ordered left and right in Japanese.

"Assault, except for the target, everyone else will be eliminated!"

If you lose the possibility of a sudden attack, there is no need to disguise it anymore. It is more concise to issue combat orders in your native language and it is not easy to make mistakes.

The sound of machine guns sounded immediately, and tracer bullets hit the stones on the ridge line from time to time and were bounced away. The fierce and precise firepower made the guerrillas unable to raise their heads.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the other Japanese soldiers jumped up and rushed to the top of the mountain quickly. While marching, they did not forget to shoot with the 38th cover in their hands. It was indeed a group of elite soldiers.

"Prepare!"

“3!2!1!”

"Take it~"

Behind the hillside, left heavy pulls the fuse of the German M24 grenade and calmly counts down. When the count reaches 1, he shouts "throw" and throws the grenade to the opposite side with force.

The guerrillas also threw grenades with the same action. When dozens of grenades that shortened the detonation time flew over the ridge line, fell to the ground and rolled down the hillside.

A Japanese man who was climbing a mountain desperately felt something kicked under his feet, and couldn't help but look down, then immediately raised his head and let out a shrill wail.

"Grenade!"

Before the other Japanese could do anything, the grenade exploded violently, warning the warning completely disappeared from the world, and a mass of blood mist drifted with the wind became the only evidence of its existence.

The M24 originated from the German Arsenal contains 170 grams of intense explosives. One gram of explosive explosion can release about 4184 joules of energy, one piece of which is hundreds of thousands of joules.

After the explosion, a powerful shock wave was generated in the flames. It carried sharp fragments to shatter people and objects within a radius of five meters, and exploded numerous large pits from the loose yellow earth ground.

A small tree was blown up in the waist, and the splashed tiny wooden thorns happened to pierce into the eyes of a nearby Japanese. The man screamed and threw down his weapon, covered his face and rolled on the ground.

After the explosion stopped, the first batch of Japanese soldiers involved in the attack either turned into "parts" or lying in place with their wounds covering their wounds. Only a few lucky ones ran slowly and did not enter the explosion range.

If it were ordinary Japanese troops, they would probably be unable to fight again at this time, but these Japanese soldiers were extremely tenacious. The survivors did not care about their injured comrades and hid in bunkers and continued to shoot.

With the lighting of burning trees, Left Heavy stretched his head and shot an enemy, turned around and shouted at the guerrillas, and all kinds of bullets were shot at the Japanese who were still unwilling to give up.

In the past, when did the guerrillas that only fired three bullets per person in the past fight against such a wealthy battle? In the spirit of using nothing but using nothing, they suppressed the other party with the submachine gun given by the Fruit Party, and did not sacrifice a single person.

However, this is only temporary. The Japanese's living forces are still continuously investing in the battlefield. Some sneaky figures appear on both sides of the ridge line, and the battle is about to enter a tide.
Chapter completed!