The sky was a little gloomy, and the sun hid in a thick cloud, like a hazy disc. Xiaolouzhuang, which was entrenched by the enemy, seemed even more desolate and neglected.

On the small hill five or six miles west of the village, the enemy must set up a surveillance post here to better control the road to Kangjiazhai. The captured people were driven away, scolded, and carried soil and stones under the ground.

In just a short time, these captured people changed their appearance, their waists bent, their eye sockets collapsed, their hair was like weeds, and there were many sores on their exposed arms and legs. When they looked coldly, they looked like a lamp that had dried up oil. I really don’t know what kind of suffering they have suffered these days.

This is a group of people who have lost confidence. Both men and women are working with their last little strength. They seem to be numb and work mechanically according to the enemy's instructions, without any reaction to the insult imposed on them.

A man was carrying two baskets of soil. For some reason, he asked the enemy to hold the basket and circle around. He had to carry a burden of more than 100 pounds. He was obviously dizzy and his legs were trembling constantly, but the enemy refused to let him go. As he turned, he fell down, the burden was pressing on his neck and could not struggle. The enemy was laughing beside him.

Several people gathered around and helped lift the load. The Japanese supervisor thought that people disturbed his fun and beated and scolded him with whips. People seemed to have lost consciousness and walked away silently without resisting.

A gray-haired old lady fell down, hunger and fatigue made it difficult for her to get up. A Royal Army scolded and kicked her body with her feet.

"Boss, let her rest for a while! At such an old age, we are all Chinese." An old man stepped forward and dissuaded.

"Chinese?" the Imperial Army raised his face and said, "What are the Chinese people's laws? Taijun's orders have not yet come to rest."

"Whoever has to take care of her life!" The old man stepped forward and helped the old lady up. The wind blew up a strand of white hair from the old lady. The torn clothes could not cover her thin body. The peeling shoulders seemed to be able to carry her head just now, and two turbid tears flowed out of her eye sockets.

"Hurry, cool, hurry up." The Japanese devils roared. The Imperial Army swung the butt and hit the old man's back.

"Bang hook!" A gunshot rang out in the distance, followed by several explosions. The gunshots became dense, and people stopped to watch, not knowing what had happened.

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Meng Youtian once again steadily put the target on the target and calmly pulled the plate machine.

The lying animal was injured by a bullet. It screamed in pain, jumped up from the ground, overturned two enemies hiding behind, and ran away along the road. The food bag was thrown on the ground, and the animal was no longer burdened, allowing the enemy to shout and snatch it. It ran faster.

"Bang!" Meng Youtian did the same thing, and the other animal went crazy, slammed his head, kicking and biting the enemy who was pulling it around him.

The enemy was in chaos, and two more landmines were trampled by them. Smoke filled the sky, gravel flew everywhere, and several wounded people who were crying and howling in pain.

Well, the power of black powder mines is small, but it is not easy to kill people, but it is not difficult to hurt people. The mines are mixed with broken copper and iron, and fine gravel, which will cause bleeding and damage if they collapse.

The bullets kept shooting into the woods, making the branches and leaves messy. Meng Youtian was not panicked when the enemy was shooting randomly. A few large stones were half hidden and half exposed in the trees and grass. The gaps in the middle were excellent shooting holes. Moreover, it was more than 600 meters away from the enemy at the foot of the mountain. If you could be hit by the enemy's random bullets, you could only blame God and blame yourself for being unlucky.

The enemy is constantly falling down, and the gap in shooting skills is huge. The smokeless and light-free shooting makes it difficult for them to find the exact location of the attacker. The gunshots are still ringing slowly, as if the opponents are treating them as living targets and are reaping their lives calmly.

"The rifle shooter shall not shoot for more than thirty seconds each time. After the machine gunner shoots, he must transfer his position as soon as possible and must not shoot continuously on one position." This is an emergency combat order issued by the Japanese Kwantung Army headquarters in mid-August 1945. The Japanese Kwantung Army, who claimed to be elite, issued such a strange order because of the accurate shooting of former Soviet snipers, and most of the Japanese soldiers who did not follow this order in the battle have returned to the west.

In August 1945, the former Soviet Union launched a large-scale attack on the Japanese Kwantung Army. The Kwantung Army, who thought it was first-class shooting skills, did not agree with it at all, but soon they found themselves trapped in the powerful sniper firepower of the Soviet army. Until a long time later, some surviving Japanese veterans still looked horrified when they remembered the scene at that time.

"We were lying on the ground to fight. A man next to me just poked his head out of the ground and shot out. After just thirty seconds, he felt like he was hit by an iron rod and fell backwards. When I saw a round bullet hole on his forehead, he shot him accurately! He was killed with just one shot, and I didn't even know where the bullet came from...", "Sometimes, when I was lying on the ground to fight, the bullet flew over as soon as my body moved, and even a little higher would attract shooting. Many people just lowered their heads, and as a result, a hole in the butt was punched with a hole in their butt..."

The most miserable thing at that time was the machine gunners. As the few Japanese devils' support firepower, they were "specially cared for" by Soviet snipers. Often, the chief and deputy shooters were all finished without firing a few shots. A surviving machine gunner recalled: "I was a heavy machine gunner at that time. How dare I look at the target during combat? I always lowered my head, lay under the gun, pressed the trigger of the 92 heavy machine gun with my fingers, and swept it randomly. Anyway, it would be done when the gun fired. Who knows where the bullets were shot..."

The nightmare that a few years later is now staged early, and this group of enemies tasted the power of a guy who was even more terrifying than a Soviet sniper, a fanatical, crazy, full of hatred and highly skilled sniper.

Thirty seconds, too long, about twenty seconds. If I had met a guy like Meng Youtian, I'm afraid the enemy's orders would have changed.

Bang! Another accurate shot, the Imperial Army, who raised his head too high and dared to look around, raised his head back, lowered his head like a broken puppet, and his face pierced deeply into the snow. He no longer needed to breathe.

Dada dada... The machine gunner fired randomly, with an expression of anger and fear on his face. As the only heavy firepower equipped by the Royal Army's grain transport team, Meng Youtian was naturally very concerned. Two corpses had fallen by this guy.

"Bang hook!" Before hearing the gunshot, the machine gunner fell backward, staring at the gloomy sky with a staring eyes like a dead fish.

There were not many hidden places on the spot. They lay down and were almost waiting to die. As more and more enemies fell to death, they finally woke up. Under the howling of an officer, a group of imperial soldiers shouted to give themselves courage. They bit the bullet and rushed to the earthy mountain where the attackers were.

Meng Youtian was unmoved and allowed the group of enemies to run and shoot in the fields deep in the thighs. He continued to shoot precise bullets at the enemies stranded by the road and sniped at relatively stationary targets. He was more confident and confident. As for these enemies who were running over, they naturally had tricks to deal with them.

In the "White God of Death" Simon Haye shot 542 Soviet troops in less than four months in the Sufen War, becoming the most murderous sniper in the world. By time, on average, he had to shoot five Soviet troops every day, and then dig out the time for rest and action. This record is very surprising and admirable.

Meng Youtian did not regard this as a target. In the years of cruel war, killing pokes is a necessary means to protect the family. It is not to create any record. If you are petty about the number of kills, you will invisibly put shackles on yourself. Maintaining a normal mind is very important for the sniper's mentality. Kill if you can kill, and don't force yourself. It is not for personal honor, but for overall victory.

The enemy was getting closer and closer, and several black muzzles slowly stretched out from all over the forest, moving slowly as the enemy ran. At the foot of the earthen mountain there was a dam more than one meter high built with stone bricks. A three-foot-wide deep ditch was built more than ten meters behind the embankment. This was built to prevent rain from rushing down the soil on the mountain and destroying crops. When approaching the deep ditch, the enemy's speed naturally slowed down.

"Bang!" "Bang!"... Gunshots rang out in the mountains and forests. The enemy's distance was less than 300 meters. The people with the best shooting skills selected from the militia team began to fire at the enemy.

Meng Youtian also moved the muzzle, aimed calmly, and gently pulled the plate machine.

One, Xiao Man counted silently, pushed the bullets and loaded them, continued to aim, and shot at the enemy.

The guerrillas and some basic militias sneaked into the enemy-occupied areas, greatly reducing the strength of the people who insisted on the local area. They must be safe, save ammunition, and attack the enemy. Meng Youtian thinks sniping is the most practical method. Undoubtedly, his skills are the highest and he must take responsibility. Although others are much inferior, they are not those rookies who randomly set guns, and there is still some accuracy. After all, some are hunters, some have heard Meng Youtian's sniper class, and some have achieved good results in militia competitions.

After three rounds of shooting, seven or eight enemy fell down, and the other enemies finally rushed into the woods and attacked the top of the mountain. But their bad luck did not end, and the traps arranged in advance began to work. Mines, trips, bamboo sticks, traps... strange and vicious. With the explosion and screams, the enemy suffered casualties and had to stop climbing and attack, and hid in the woods and dared not act rashly.

A sharp whistle sounded at the top of the mountain, which was a signal of retreat. The militia hidden everywhere began to retreat to the assembly ground on the top of the mountain. Meng Youtian did not move for the time being, his legs and feet were not good, but his skills were the best, so it was natural for him to cut off the back and cover him. Moreover, he discovered a new target, and the enemy's reinforcements came, just a few hundred meters away.

Is Yue Peikun? Although Meng Youtian was looking forward to attracting this cunning and vicious guy out and killing him, he felt a little disappointed after carefully observing through the monocular. However, he still aimed the gun at the horse-riding officer in the enemy's reinforcement team, which was a Japanese devil. Meng Youtian would never want to let these two-legged beasts go back to their hometown when he had the opportunity to send them back to his hometown.

I am the master who decides your life and death, the judge who sentences you to death, and the executioner who ends your dirty life. Meng Youtian's fingers are neither loose nor tight, and as long as he presses down, the life in the distance - yes, the guy who shouts and commands, his life will disappear. It is me, who can make people die in an instant, it is him! He can also show mercy and give up the opportunity to deprive this life!

Meng Youtian's body, mind and thought seemed to have poured into the bullet that was about to be fired in the bullet chamber, and the gun body retreated lightly. The bullet flew out at a speed beyond the speed of sound. Before the enemy heard the gunshot, the Japanese officer's eyebrow suddenly burst, and a blood hole appeared on his face. The guy shook his swayed violently, fell from his horse, and even his hat fell off.

After letting out a long breath, Meng Youtian was satisfied with this masterpiece. He calmly hung the mine strings and stood up and retreated behind the mountain.

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"Baga, what are you looking at? The coolie's work!" The Japanese supervisor waved his whip and howled loudly.

People's eyes did not change, staring at the Imperial Army and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers who returned from the hills, stretchers, carts, and animals. They carried the enemy's corpses and wounded men, but did not catch one of their own people. The enemy was defeated, and they were killed and injured. There were more than twenty deaths and joy in people's eyes. The whip was still as numb as before, but the fire of hope ignited in their hearts.

"Work quickly, haven't you heard Taijun's words?" The Imperial Army was still the one who pretended to be a tiger and came up to force him.

People looked at this traitor. There was anger that had never been seen in their eyes. The death and injury of the enemy gave them some courage.

"You have lived enough." The Imperial Army glared at him, "Taijun is angry, all of them are dead."

"If you die, you will die. If you die, you will be better than living like this." Someone in the crowd said angrily.

The Imperial Army took a step back. If a person is not afraid of death, he can do anything. He can kill him by stones, shovels, even by pinching and biting with his mouth?

People gradually dispersed and continued to work. But the atmosphere was different from the previous one. The Japanese supervisors were still showing off their might, but the arrogance of the Imperial Army was somewhat restrained.

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Xiaolouzhuang, Hu family courtyard.

The flower hall is an ancient building with five rooms. The back wall is a painted mud wall. The left and right exits lead to the backyard. The front wall is a wooden lattice window. The powder and ash on the wall, the paint on the floor, the appearance of the used new look, and the carvings of the lattice windows are also incomplete, which shows that the owner has no intention of operating this, which is very consistent with Hu Fucai's real mood of being unsatisfied in the base area.

Yue Peikun held his hands behind his back and looked at the rockery and orchids outside the flower hall. The orchids were just blooming, emitting a faint fragrance. However, his brows were frowning, and he did not feel comfortable and happy because of the scenery.

Qin Chong stood aside with him. As Yue Peikun’s confidant, he knew when to speak and when to remain silent.

"Jiang Gan steals the book?" Yue Peikun seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be asking Qin Chong, "I have some understanding of their policy of releasing prisoners, but at this time, is there some problem?"

Qin Chong pondered for a moment and said, "It's such a bit suspicious, bluffing, scaring us. But we have to be more careful, if it's true-"

Yue Peikun nodded slightly. His thinking from Wang Shangrong was different. It was not easy to ask him to pay his reliance and capital to please the Japanese.

"I would rather believe that there is, but not that there is no." Yue Peikun said slowly: "Our people have guns, and only Japanese people treat us as dishes. If there is no such thing, we are a big deal in the eyes of the Japanese. Wang Shangrong, a slut, obeys the Japanese and works very hard. But as a result, he was attacked by the old nest. Not only did he lose a lot of people and supplies, but he also had to be scolded by the Japanese and asked the Japanese to give him some food. If we don't learn from him, we must not only make the Japanese trust, but also not hurt ourselves."

"That's the case, but it's not easy to do!" Qin Chong sighed softly and said, "The Japanese kept asking us to go out to search for the people and supplies. If we get closer, we have no harvest. If we go far, we are afraid that the enemy will ambush us. Master, please think of a solution! Or, you talk to Kato and let him change his mind."

Yue Peikun thought for a while, nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, I'll talk to him. Don't look at him, it seems that even if the Eighth Route Army is back, he is not afraid. In fact, he is not so confident. In addition to the attack he just received, I think I have a way to convince him. Even if he doesn't listen completely, he will not order us to chase and fight relentlessly regardless of the consequences."

Qin Chong glanced at Yue Peikun with some doubts and said hesitantly: "The boss, the attack he just encountered was not ordinary. I suspect that the man named Meng is near us. Apart from him, I can't imagine anyone who has such a shooting technique."

Yue Peikun's eyes flashed for a moment, and he said while thinking, "That boy is both sinister and vicious, which is really a headache. Have you heard of his battle with the Japanese? He is really not a thing to shoot a black gun. Before I set off, I thought that he might do this, so I told you to be careful. You said, what do you want to do when he suddenly appeared nearby? Do you want to shoot our black gun or deliberately anger us?"

"In my opinion, I'm afraid there are both." Qin Chong said with a guess: "Don't forget, the boss, because of the matter between Liu Wushuang and Liu Feng, the boy named Meng hates you very much! Besides, Liu Feng and him are not clear about it. Maybe he wants to do something big to please Liu Feng. In addition, the enemy has been trying to force Wang Shangrong as a soft man, and now he is suddenly provoking us, maybe there is a conspiracy. This conspiracy is probably related to the Eighth Route Army returning here."

Yue Peikun reached his back hand to his chest, held his hands together, and pinched the joints and said with a sneer: "He thought it's pretty good, but it's a pity that we're not fooled. I'll talk to Kato now, aren't you very good with the surname Meng? Let the Japanese deal with him."
Chapter completed!