The little girl was not surprised that Zhang Xiaodao had left the team privately.

The thorny soldiers are prone to step forward, and not many people are alone and have the courage to attack a large number of Japanese devils.

I was really worried when I took the rifle brought back by the big dog.

Heroes, use martial arts to instigate bans.

Warlords fought in the Central Plains for many years.

Zhang Xiaodao joined the guerrillas, and his heart still carries personal heroism.

The idea is very simple. As long as you can kill the Japanese, even if you become a hero in 18 years, it will not be in vain that you have learned this skill since you were young.

He pulled the sorghum Ye Yi into the Japanese military uniforms.

When people lie down on the ground, they directly turned into a pile of messy sorghum leaves.

The Japanese who were attacked by machine guns were very annoyed. A small team quickly scattered into the sparse blue gauze tent on the east side of the highway, looking for the grove pole that was just broken by machine gun ballistics, while shooting and searching.

The sound of friction between the military uniform and the green gauze tent came, and the Japanese scattered soldiers who were searching north took every step of the way.

Since childhood, he has been traveling through the green gauze tent, and Zhang Xiaodao listened carefully to the sound of the enemy's footsteps.

He leaned his waist to avoid the occasional whizzing bullets and was about to go around behind the searching Japanese.

The hot wind in midsummer shakes the green gauze tent, and the sunlight spots formed by the branches and leaves swaying in the ground.

Zhang Xiaodao never likes to act with a large group of people.

Since his brother who was like himself died at the hands of the Japanese when he was a child, he has become very withdrawn.

The Eighth Route Army emphasized comradeship. As a thorny person, he made constant mistakes. Captain Pei asked him to participate in the study, and to a large extent, he hoped that the comrades of the spy company could put some pressure on him and let him understand that one mountain is still high.

Zhang Xiaodao is not a person who talks a lot. Liu Yuanqing, who is knowledgeable, sees his personal ability at a glance.

A reconnaissance commando, and almost all those who can use flying knives can become sharpshooters.

A large number of Japanese soldiers searched, and Zhang Xiaodao liked to hear the sounds of clothes rubbing against sorghum.

Carefully distinguish the light sounds of friction coming from each other, representing the position of the Japanese.

The general distribution of the Japanese appeared in his mind, and a terrifying smile began to appear on his face.

The number of Japanese devils that had killed was not very large, and he knew very well that the well-trained Japanese devils were just training and shooting skills.

When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, the Japanese are actually not strong.

In his opinion, the Japanese who were one head shorter than him had a very poor power.

The Japanese fight for bayonets and three people emphasize tactics, and the green gauze tent relies entirely on personal abilities.

The Japanese are afraid of being arrogant and the ones are afraid of being desperate. Their power is their cooperation with each other and their ruthlessness.

He is most sure of the flying knife within ten meters.

Invest in an attack within ten steps, and no one can escape his flying knife attack.

It’s just that the Japanese are too dense. If there is an accident in the attack at this time, the Japanese can use their precise shooting level. If they cannot succeed in one blow and are targeted by the Japanese, it is probably difficult to escape.

Zhang Xiaodao was very happy to avoid the Japanese scattered line from the side.

He removed all the sorghum on his body, and then a Japanese soldier appeared in the green gauze tent in a vulgar way.

The Japanese attacks and searches in the Qingsha tent in the sunlight were so fast that the Japanese lieutenant led the team completely ignored the unknown dangers in the Qingsha.

You should not worry too much on the battlefield, what you need is the determination to move forward bravely.

He swung his knife to cut off the sorghum stem in front of him. The Japanese vanguard who were reconnaissance in front had found the location of the light machine gun attack.

The heat from the shell on the ground seems to have not completely disappeared.

Looking up at the back of the Japanese man who was continuing to search along the footprints, a chill suddenly appeared in his heart, his arms suddenly bent in front of his chest and abdomen and fell to the ground. He shouted in his throat: "Hidden..."

This roar was completely heartbreaking.

Dada dada...

The Japanese took the proud and strong body of the Japanese, and could not stop the whistling warheads.

He cried into the military uniform, tore his flesh, broke his arms, hit his chest, penetrated his abdomen, and occasionally a bullet with a big bunch of blood came out of his despicable back.

The second lieutenant's hissing sound did not work. Perhaps, he also gave the opponent the order to shoot.

The Japanese either leaned up to the sky and fell in the green gauze tent full of mottled team lights, or escaped by chance, and fell suddenly in the ballistic gap.

They all made dull sounds, like a mountain falling down.

Searching in the unknown dangerous green gauze tent, the Japanese were already very nervous.

The moment the gunshots, the battlefield habits developed by the war for many years made the Japanese breathe a sigh of relief.

The Japanese lying on the ground quickly raised their guns, judged the position of the machine gun team based on their feelings, and then opened fire.

The ballistics of the counterattack made more sorghum poles blown away, making their stems and leaves fly randomly.

Within the raging range of machine gun ballistics, any act of facing the enemy head-on seems stupid.

The Japanese know this.

They want to buy a little time for the three machine gun teams that accompany the team to build a counterattack.

The Japanese observers did not call the enemy to attack, nor did they shout at the counterattack.

Quickly determine the source of the ballistic by interrupted stems and leaves of sorghum: "Term at two o'clock, distance of 100 meters..."

Hearing the shouts of observation, the Japanese quickly turned the gun, adjusted their height and opened fire suddenly at an unknown location ahead.

The invincible lieutenant was careless.

In his opinion, there were a large number of imperial troops behind him, so he did not strengthen his back after entering the Qingshiang tent.

Zhang Xiaodao was at the back of the Japanese right wing at this time, and pulled out two flying knives in his hand.

The body was very unnatural and slowly approached the Japanese in front.

The front front encountered another attack, and the stems and leaves in the green gauze tent were flying all over the sky.

The air seems to have the sweet fragrance of sorghum poles.

A yellow figure suddenly rose up, and a black bayonet that was painted black did not reflect a trace of light from the sun.

It was like a black horseman, and he was freely slashing from the rear to the neck of the three-person battlefield guard post.

Hearing the sound of military uniforms and green gauze tents behind him, the Japanese on the side quickly turned their heads.

The fierce bayonet immediately penetrated horizontally through his neck.

He was about to call out the "enemy attack" he was about to scream and his throat was blocked.

As a warning, the rifle in his hand was not loaded.

The cold stinging pain made the Japanese's newly tense thigh nerves twitch.

The bayonet, which looked like a poisonous snake, was pulled out from its neck and stabbed the Japanese who were on the side of the trio's team.

The leader of the three-person team, the top squad, heard the movement behind him and was about to turn around and ask.

But he found that his companion had fallen to the ground, and subconsciously raised his gun and was about to pick out the black bayonet that was stabbing.

The third Japanese man quickly pulled the bolt and pushed the bullet to load it.

When he turned the gun, it was a pity that it was a little late.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was pushing the bayonet with his right hand, quickly threw out a flying knife with his left hand.

Bang...

The Japanese, who had been hit by a flying knife in his eye socket, subconsciously pulled the trigger.

The Japanese still didn't understand the final consciousness. The young man behind him was wearing imperial military uniforms. He was obviously his own, but he was attacking his own?

The fierce bayonet and skillful killing skills are really familiar with all this!

I was originally a ninjutsu enthusiast.
Chapter completed!