This is life, so fragile, a second ago, and thinking about the money of a beautiful woman, now it is a shame! This is death. No matter whether you have a high position and a powerful position or a humble life, you will not avoid the visit of the god of death.

Meng Youtian slowly retreated, hiding in the grass, leaving only his eyes exposed and continuing to observe the movements of the enemy.

The Imperial Army was in chaos and blindly shot around to search. This reaction was relatively normal for Meng Youtian. The enemy's search range was only one or two hundred meters, and it did not threaten him. He was far away and was well disguised. It was almost impossible to find him with a sudden gunshot.

I can see you, I can hit you, but you can't find me. This is the terrible thing about snipers. The blade hidden in the dark flashed like lightning and disappeared without a trace. What is left is the enemy's fear and panic.

The enemy fired randomly, searched without success, and retreated helplessly. What else can we do? It is useless to find the target and there are many people and people, so we can only vent our energy in the air.

When Meng Youtian saw the enemy leaving, he sneered, then stepped back, leaned against the tree trunk, took out the small notebook in his arms, and wrote it on it. His time is very precious, and someone observes it for him, so naturally he will not waste his time in the boring waiting.

One shot at a time is enough. The sniper does not depend on how many people he killed, but on what impact it has on the enemy. Three major items were killed, and the Imperial Army, which was about to encircle the village and search and suppress the village, may give up halfway. Even if the order continues to be executed, the efficiency of the operation will be greatly reduced.

Panic must be implanted in the enemy's nerves. They dare not show off their power, make them nervous, make them plan to live another way, make them weigh their interests again, and do their best to work hard for the Japanese, or even choose again between secretly communicating with the guerrillas.

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"You're blind? Who wants you to shoot casually?" The thin plainclothes spy was as straight as a wolf, and his spit was flying around, "Call your captain to see me."

This familiar scene was staged in front of the small cannon again, but it was just a change of roles. The one who was full of eyebrows and eyes was full of temper was the real spy. The one who bowed his head and admitted his mistake was the fake Imperial Army.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Xiaoquan hurried out from the artillery tower wearing the clothes of an Imperial Army officer, and said with a smile: "I blame me, I blame me for not disciplined, and I offended several people." As he said that, he stuffed a small roll of notes into the hands of the spy.

The tall and thin spy rolled his eyes, snorted from his nose, and said, "Well, you are quite sensible. Let's just forget about it today. The people who are following us are still there, don't be fooling you again. You can cause a big disaster."

"Thank you, thank you." Xiao Quan churned his heart, nodded and bowed to express his gratitude, "It is said that he will not become a Buddha without being tempered. If he had not been taught by you, he would not know how much trouble he would have caused next! Please sit in there, drink a little water, and take a rest. Look at this hot day, I will ask my brothers to buy a few big melons to quench their thirst before leaving?"

The tall and thin spy's face eased, licked his lips, looked back at his two companions. He was indeed thirsty all the way, so he nodded and said, "Big Gua is ready for the brothers behind us. The three of us are in a hurry to leave. Just drink a sip of water."

"That's really negligent." Xiao Quan quickly reached out to bring the spy into the artillery tower and smiled: "I'll prepare this melon for you a few of you, and you will eat it when you come."

"Haha. You are really a smart person, okay. I will take care of you if you have good things in the future." The tall and thin agent laughed twice, and felt that this Imperial Army officer would do something. This is nice and it is comfortable to do.

As soon as the three spies entered the artillery tower, their eyes had not yet adapted to the dimness inside. A few sharp bayonets in front and behind pushed to their chests and backs. Only a sharp shout was heard in their ears, "Don't move, you will be stabbed to death if you move."

The three spies didn't even dare to move, and they felt that the cold air of the bayonet had penetrated into their bones. "Don't get me wrong! Don't be angry! It was my fault just now, it was..." The tall and thin spy grinned, and was so scared that he snored.

"Put down all the guns, strip off all the clothes and trousers, tie them up and throw them behind you." Xiao Quan was too lazy to answer this guy, and gave orders to the team members, urging him: "Hurry up, there are still their people behind you! By the way--" He turned his head and stared at the tall and thin agent, and asked sternly: "How many people behind you, say, don't tell the truth, I'll stab you to death now."

"Ten, fifteen." The tall and thin agent felt the bayonet that was forcing him and stabbed forward threatfully, and all of them were pierced into the flesh, making him grin.

Xiao Quanxiang swept around and pointed his fingers, "Liu Erzhu, He Shengkui, Tian Guang, you three change into their clothes and walk along the road. Don't walk too fast or too slowly."

"Zhenhua, you lead a small team to ambush behind the artillery tower. When the gun here sounds, you will rush out and give the dog spies a heavy blow." Xiaoquan's order was short and powerful, and he was clearly commanded.

"I understand." Zhao Zhenhua gritted his teeth and turned away from the artillery tower.

"You guys, set up machine guns on the gun tower and follow my orders." Xiaoquan continued to command.

"Yes." Several team members ran to the second floor of the artillery tower.

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More than a dozen plainclothes spies walked on the road, sometimes leaped into the fields, and sometimes waded through the wilderness, maintaining a one or two miles with the three plainclothes spies in front of them. Seeing that there was a small cannon tower in front, the team leader took the people to the road. It was hard to walk in the fields and was very thirsty under the sun, so they wanted to drink some water here and take a rest.

The obstacle pole on the road had been moved away, and Xiaoquan and two Imperial Army troops were here to welcome him.

"Thank you for your hard work, thank you for your hard work." Xiao Quan nodded and bowed, stretched out his hand and asked, "The brothers who just passed by have already greeted him, the tea will be ready soon. Please drink a little water before leaving!"

The spy captain nodded arrogantly, and brought more than a dozen spies to the mattress built in front of the artillery tower, and sat on the long bench in a twist.

"The tea will come soon, I'll take it." Xiao Quan smiled and opened a box of cigarettes, put it on the table, and turned around and entered the artillery tower with the two Imperial Army troops.

The spies were not polite, and they sucked the cigarette in a mess.

"This guy is quite sensible." A little spy diligently lit a cigarette for the team leader and glanced at Xiaoquan's back.

The team leader smiled contemptuously and looked along the road. His three men had already walked far away and could only see their backs.

Xiaoquan went up to the second floor of the artillery tower, looked at the spy below coldly from a high point, narrowing his eyes slightly, and a "kill" broke out between his upper and lower teeth, and two crooked hands were scattered under the shed like wind, and it was scattered in the shed. A string of guns, a scattered flames; a scattered flames, a scattered smoke. The small mattress and scattered smoke completely enveloped the sudden fireworks.

The spies were caught off guard, trembling and trembling in the rain of bullets, like falling leaves blown by the strong wind. As soon as the machine gun stopped, Zhao Zhenhua had already led the team members to rush out, and the muffled gun in his hand sprayed dead bullets at the surviving spies.

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A crescent moon hangs in the sky. In the wilderness, cool breeze blows from time to time. On the trees, cuckoos chirp intermittently. In the distance, toads chirp indiscriminately.

This is a large cemetery for rich families. In addition to earth tombs of different sizes, there are also broken stone men, stone horses and stone turtles carrying large stone tablets. Green pine and cypress cover the sky, and wormwood and reeds grow all over the ground. To the west of the large cemetery, there is a lush field of crops.

A huge grave was hollowed out inside, Meng Youtian was sitting inside drinking hot soup. The charcoal fire in a small peat stove in front of him was strong and emitted a red light, but the entrance of the cave was covered with weeds, and the cave was covered with straw curtains, so there was no light at all.

"Kazah, even the puppet army and spies have been cleaned up for more than 30 today. It's so satisfying." Zhao Zhenhua's face was red by the charcoal fire. He took out a small wine bottle, took a big gulp, and was squeezing by the spicy wine.

"Don't be proud of yourself, and you can't drink too much wine, as it will make things worse." Qin Lianfang added hot soup to Meng Youtian, but turned around and advised Zhao Zhenhua.

Zhao Zhenhua grinned, put away the bottle of wine, and explained: "I'm so happy. Just this one, I'm sure it's okay."

Drinking hot soup into the stomach makes it warm and comfortable. Meng Youtian's poisoning hurts his stomach and has always paid great attention to his diet. However, in the enemy-occupied area, he cannot guarantee that he will have hot soup and water. After two consecutive days, he feels a little pain.

"War is full of tension and stimulation." Meng Youtian said slowly: "The enemy suffers losses one after another and will definitely take revenge or change its tricks. We must be careful. In addition, the plainclothes spy team should focus on attacks and take the night back to our hands."

"The plainclothes team should have been hurt." Xiao Quan thought, "Of course it refers to the area where we are active. Should we strengthen night activities and regain the initiative at night while the enemy has not yet come back to our senses."

"According to the inside information, there are only 40 or 50 plainclothes teams in the Xiaozhangzhuang stronghold. After these several strikes, they have suffered more than half of their casualties, and it is difficult to cause any storm." Zhao Zhenhua said confidently: "Night is the good time for us to start activities. Strike while the iron is hot. I think it's time now."

"It's better to have three shifts. The three teams take turns to move out, divided into day, night, day, and night." Meng Youtian said with a smile: "It's not easy to fight, but also let the team members get rest and make the enemy unable to live. The key is to be authentic. Only by stepping up digging can we attack and defend, and the enemy can't do anything."

"I agree." Qin Lianfang raised her hand happily and said, "I always let my team do some miscellaneous work, and the team members have already had a lot of opinions. It is the fairest to take action in this way."

"In this way, the three teams will re-arrange them first, and re-allocate their weapons and equipment, and then start the action." Zhao Zhenhua said kindly. If we talk about combat experience, he and Xiaoquan's two teams are naturally the richest, and Qin Lianfang's team will be a little worse. After re-arrangement and allocation, the combat effectiveness can be balanced.

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Chapter completed!