Suzuki has his own pride, and he looks down on the anti-Japanese guerrillas in his heart.

Because the Imperial Army is invincible!

I have known that the resistance molecules have grenade launchers, but the last time the grenades fired by those resistance molecules was really outrageous.

Therefore, he thought that more than 300 meters was a completely safe distance for him.

There are no such many coincidences in the world, but this time it happened.

The grenade exploded next to him. If the assistant hadn't come and pushed him away, there would be a high possibility of injury.

My mind was buzzing, and my face was covered in sand and could not open my eyes.

He pushed away the assistant who was rushing on him, and then shook his head and shook the sand on his face.

He wiped his face again before he opened his eyes in a blink.

At first glance, I saw half of my assistant's head being pushed away by shrapnel, and I was already dead to death.

Suzuki was stunned for a second and immediately came to her senses.

After following him for many years, a trace of sadness appeared in his heart: "To be loyal to Tianhuang, death is an honor!"

He was not too sad and took off his assistant's backpack and put it aside.

Then he took off the Eighth Route Army uniform on his assistant, then pulled out the assistant's military uniform from his backpack, and slowly changed the body.

On one piece of buttons.

Suzuki's movements are not fast and orderly.

Put the yellow military cap on the assistant's broken head and start singing a soul song in his mouth.

Looking at the assistant's body, I couldn't help but think of what the other party said about death when talking to a Chinese literati: As a soldier, I have no regrets when I die on the battlefield.

He knew very well that it was stupid to do things that had nothing to do with fighting on the battlefield.

With sad emotions, you may make wrong judgments.

He still does.

He firmly believed that the Eighth Route Army must pay the price to kill the imperial elites.

After changing the body of his assistant, he then changed into his military uniform.

He straightened up the steel helmet, grabbed the two gun straps next to him, and threw them on his shoulders.

Then hang four grenades on your chest.

Then he half got up and picked up the sniper rifle that was covered with mud and sand in the ditch next to him.

The honor of the God of War and his invincible sense of mission made him never think about escaping.

He decided to attack!

The assistant died because the two of them stayed in this horizontal ditch that allowed the anti-Japanese elements to accidentally hit the ditch where they hid by constantly adjusting the range of the grenade launcher.

He picked up the official rifle of his assistant on the ground and walked north without hesitation along the ditches.

A rifle weighs more than ten pounds and is equipped with four rifles, which makes him feel no difficulty.

Suzuki feels that every rifle should play its role.

He didn't even look back at the assistant's body.

Walking in the crisscrossing ditches in the deserted fields of the plains, I soon arrived at the intersection, and placed a shell gun from the Eighth Route Army who attacked the Imperial Army warriors on the edge of the ditch, then turned around and turned west.

Walk a distance and lean a seven-nine rifle against the edge of the ditch.

Walked out more than thirty meters and put down the second rifle.

After the three rifles were released, Suzuki had walked west for nearly a hundred meters.

After putting down the rifle whose bullets were loaded, I felt much more relaxed.

Perhaps it was his inner sadness, he seemed to have forgotten what his assistant said before that someone was found in the east.

Even if there are people, he is not afraid! The people from the east are a mile away.

This time he attacked westward, even if someone came to the east, he was 99% sure to kill the opponent when he approached.

In order to catch up with the car, he ran very fast with his assistant and consumed a lot of energy.

Leaning in the ditch, I began to rotate the scope focal length.

I looked up and looked at the sun in the sky, and suddenly felt a sense of fatigue in my heart.

Perhaps, it was because the death of the assistant affected his mood.

As a sniper, the best way to do now is actually to go north and meet with the Imperial Army.

Or wait for the imperial army in the north to hear the gunshots of the outer guard posts and come to search.

He knew very well that the current approach was very inappropriate.

There is another voice in my heart: blood shame for the assistant.

An idiom appears in my mind: unswervingly, lonely hero.

This has been done before, and the two of them chased the more well-equipped army with their assistants.

He killed all the soldiers and officers of more than 40 platoons.

These anti-Japanese elements dared to challenge the imperial army because they had two machine guns and one grenade launcher. Who would be unbearable?

What we have to do now is to kill ten or eight of them first.

Just wait for them to defeat and pursue them yourself, and maybe they can create a new pursuit record!

Moreover, I made complete preparations. If the opponent did not lose during the battle, I had already arranged a route to retreat.

As for whether he will die, the God of War is the God!

How could he die?

...

Li Laosan chased after him for more than ten miles in a short period of time, and the group of five were gasping for breath.

Chasing on hot days is not easy.

Zhang Xiaodao acted as a vanguard in front and looked around from time to time.

This kid looks thin, but his physical strength is really strong. After taking a few breaths, his physical strength has recovered.

On the contrary, the two platoon leaders were so tired that they gritted their teeth to keep up.

"Squad Leader Li, look, there is an Eighth Route Army in front... No, it seems to be a Japanese..."

"Stay on the spot!" After Li Laosan finished speaking, he hurriedly picked up the telescope and looked westward.

I happened to see Suzuki, a mile away, pulling a gun to the edge of the ditch.

Li Laosan was stunned. Aren’t there two Eighth Route Army soldiers who were dressed up as Japanese devils?

I was a little confused for a moment.

Both students were platoon leaders, and they were following the squad leader Li Lao San, without any dissatisfaction.

One of them saw that Li Laosan was hesitant and expressed his opinion carefully: "The Japanese are leaving a way out for themselves..."

Li Laosan knew the details of these two people and did not dare to be arrogant, but he was not timid at all: "It's not right. The Japanese are only one. Why dare he be with the girls and the other ones for more than fifty people?"

Zhang Xiaodao squatted in the ditch and looked at the telescope in Li Laosan's hand with envy: "It rained a few days ago, and water in the Japanese's mind was gone."

Another guerrilla squadron interjected: "Can't it? The Japanese thought Xiao Hongying and the others were puppet troops?"

"If you don't speak, no one will be your mute. We just attacked the Japanese car. Do you think the Japanese are so stupid?" Zhang Xiaodao's face turned red and his companion said was too stupid, so he was the first to ridicule.

"Don't you say that the Japanese's brains are in trouble?" The guerrillas looked unresolved.

Another row leader next to him suddenly spoke: "No, a group of puppet troops came from the north..."

Li Laosan screamed strangely: "Hurry up and tighten his head and hide..."

The five people quickly lowered their heads, and Zhang Xiaodao didn't care: "We are in the ditch, and the distance is so far, the enemy can't see us."

The student quickly took out a disguise from his pocket and handed it to Li Laosan in a circle of grass.

Li Laosan, who knew he was worth it, did not answer and glared at the platoon leader of the student: "Come and observe! Find out the number of enemies and weapons and equipment..."

The platoon leader dressed in the common people poked his head out with the grass on his head, holding the telescope that he had taken from Li Laosan's hand that had been watching for many days.

"From the west and the north, there should be more than ten puppet troops, there should be a squad, there are no Japanese to fight against the formation, all weapons are rifles, and there should be no machine guns. It is three miles away, and it is heading towards the direction of the Yatou and their cars in the south."

"What did you say? There are only more than ten puppet troops?" Li Laosan was stunned when he heard this, and immediately poked his head, not afraid of being exposed at all.

"Squad leader, since I'm sure the guy in the west is a Japanese, why don't I touch the gun that put him on the edge of the ditch and steal it?"
Chapter completed!