The sun is scorching, the plains are desolate, and the light is so strong that it makes people unable to open their eyes.

The artillery tower stands in the open center where the green gauze tent was cleared out.

The Japanese battlefield observer was shot and killed by the Eighth Route Swordsman from 300 meters away.

It immediately caused quite a lot of panic among the Japanese.

Captain Xiong Erhuang's face turned pale.

Immediately ordered the elite artillery observers to go to the roof of the artillery tower, and the Eighth Route Scouts must be found first.

The artillery observer who received the order climbed up to the roof of the artillery tower, first looked at the gun hole on the head of the battlefield observer, and then hid behind the pile of earth to raise the telescope through the position before the observer was killed.

Soon I found that there seemed to be a flash in the green gauze tent. The sunlight should be shining on a reflective object in the green gauze tent, and then reflected into his eyes.

My body suddenly stiffened, and I quickly shrank my head...

call out...

A bullet whizzed past his ears.

The artillery observer was so scared that his face was pale, and then he probed his head again and quickly calculated the position of the flash that disappeared immediately after a shot.

Immediately afterwards, the distance and orientation parameters of the enemy sharpshooter were reported from the top of the artillery tower.

Xiong Erhuang immediately issued an order to cover artillery fire.

The best way to deal with sharpshooters is to shell the gun!

Outside the Japanese heavy machine gun position.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was nestled in the trenches, had several ditches washed out by sweat.

The Japanese insidious artillery position was heavily guarded, so he did not dare to run around the Japanese position.

Pretend to observe around without any hesitation.

Suddenly, I heard someone seemed to be muttering in Chinese not far away.

Turning back and looking, it was a middle-aged man and woman squatting in the ditch and basking in the scorching sun, whispering.

Immediately prick up my ears and listen carefully.

The middle-aged man frowned: "This is so strange. It is obviously the Eighth Route Army preparing to ambush ghosts... Why has the Imperial Army become the Imperial Army guarding the artillery tower and the Eighth Route Army attacked?"

The middle-aged woman's tone was a little cold: "If we do this, we will go to hell if we die..."

"Haha, are you saying that you were reporting the Japanese that the Eighth Route Army ambush?"

"The Japanese enemy invaded, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the people were living in poverty. Isn't we doing this accomplice for the tiger?"

"Step the country, kill Japanese slaves, and wash away national humiliation. The Eighth Route Army only knows how to strengthen their own power in the face of national crisis. They wander on the plains all day long but have no intention of fighting against Japan. If it weren't for them, the commissioner would not be distracted, and would not have led to the current crisis of North China..."

The woman sarcastically said, "You can't beat the Japanese, so you can snatch the shit basin on the Eighth Route Army. It's a pity that you can say..."

"Everyone is harmonious and everything will be prosperous. We will defend our country from fighting against foreign countries. Let these thieves fight against foreign enemies. When our party's army heads north, we will save the people from fire and water..."

"Haha, there are only the Eighth Route Army left in North China and are still fighting against the Japanese. You are still playing conspiracy. You are not blushing...."

A Japanese messenger came from the direction of the artillery tower with his waist and shouted, and the two stopped talking.

Zhang Xiaodao finally understood that those two guys were spies sent by the Democratic Party reactionaries to inform the Japanese!

A burst of anger rose from Zhang Xiaodao's tail vertebrae and rushed straight to his forehead.

The young body is full of muscles, like a cat with a furry...

It turned out that the Ninth Camp, who was preparing to ambush, was betrayed by these two traitors.

He almost blurted out a national curse: "Super mud horse!"

Swearing cannot solve the problem.

I have to find a way to kill these two guys.

The brain rotates at high speed, and various ways to kill these two dogs and traitors flash by:

Or borrowing the Japanese's hands is very difficult.

Or wait for the battle to start and fire the black gun...

Or they can shoot these two traitors directly now, but they will be questioned by the Japanese next to them.

It is difficult for me to be able to stay until now without being discovered by the Japanese.

He spent so much effort to get involved in the Japanese group, and his main goal was to deal with Japanese artillery soldiers.

It is not cost-effective to expose it to the death with the traitor...

If the Ninth Battalion could fire shells or shoot a few grenades and throw a grenade to kill these two dogs, it would probably be possible to succeed...

Of course, it would be great if these two guys escaped, just hit him in the back of a cold gun...

After thinking about it, Zhang Xiaodao suddenly had a thought that if the Ninth Camp could defeat this group of Japanese devils with "heavy artillery and trucks", it would be no problem to kill the two traitors.

However, this possibility is as difficult as climbing to heaven.

After a few days of hang out with Instructor Hong, I also learned a few tricks.

It is possible to borrow a territorial armored vehicle of the Japanese, but to launch an attack on the Japanese, it is purely an old birthday boy who eats arsenic and lives impatiently...

Ninth Camp would never do such stupid things.

Therefore, if you stay in the trenches and don’t show up, you shouldn’t be shot by your own people.

The sergeant who was commanding the heavy machine gun team held a kettle and poured water into his mouth, and was not disgusted with the second lieutenant who was squatting beside him and staring blankly and silently.

At least, since he got in the car, he has not made any blind commands.

The sergeant even had some sympathy because he was the only one who escaped from the green tent and would have to have a caesarean section sooner or later...

So far, I have not found my subordinates.

Zhang Xiaodao was prepared in his heart, but he still felt indescribable panic in realizing his way among the Japanese.

Just like a person is like a pack of wolves and a sheep is like a tiger's den, it is strange that you can be calm.

Zhang Xiaodao trembled and pulled out the bayonet and hung it on the muzzle of a 38 rifle picked up from the car.

There was a pitch-black bayonet inserted into his calf, and his movements were a bit weird.

Then place the rifle on the dirt beside the trench.

A Japanese next to him laid a piece of oil cloth in front of Zhang Xiaodao very considerately.

Just in case the shaking rifle will splash dust after the fire is fired, which will affect the lieutenant's shooting.

The Japanese were right next to him, and Zhang Xiaodao felt an impulse in his heart, and he wanted to pull out the bayonet and stab the Japanese to the heart.

The Japanese position arrangement is coming to an end.

At first, there were Japanese soldiers running back and forth in the ditch, following the departments to name and count the wounded, as if they were going to reorganize the team.

Zhang Xiaodao began to be nervous. He was a fake guy, and he might be caught by the Japanese at any time.

The Japanese team of more than a thousand people did not know each other.

The Japanese soldiers who came over the waist of the cat were running and singing in the traffic trench.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Set on the Japanese mortar array behind the sandbag, the gunner began to shake the high and low direction machines.

The heavy machine gun group next to it followed the gun rack, pointing the muzzle to the green gauze tent to the east.

The successor Japanese artillery observer is reporting coordinates.

"A test shot..." After a bird's voice, the mortar shell slid into the cannon barrel.

Bang...

A mortar shell flew out of the muzzle instantly.

...

Xiao Hongying, who had just changed her shooting position, was holding up a rifle to find a new target.

Suddenly, the sound of shells roaring in the sky.

Through the increasing sound, it is determined that the shell landing point seems to be near you?

At this deadly moment, Xiao Hongying immediately rolled into the shallow pit dug by the squad leader of the brothers' army.

Then, the harsh whistle of shells next to it disappeared.

boom...

The huge sound mixed with a heat wave rushed from the green gauze tent not far away.

A large piece of the nearby sorghum was immediately overturned.

The vanguard squad leader had rich combat experience and immediately raised his head and shouted: "The Japanese artillery test fire, everyone thirty meters away from the bombing point immediately..."

The lingering sound of the explosion of the mortar shells was still buzzing in his ears. The soldiers who had been fighting the Japanese for a long time seemed to have no need for the squad leader to give orders, and they ran away from the explosion point.

Xiao Hongying felt a stern heart, shook her little braid full of dust, and the shell exploded near where he was when he was fighting the Japanese observer just now!

Fortunately, the position was transferred.

His ears were still buzzing, and he didn't hear the orders from the squad leader next to him.

So much so that she did not quickly get away from her current position like other warriors.

Sheep...swhoo...swhoo...

The tail of the mortar shell rubs against the air to form a unique scream that is getting closer and closer.

Little Hongying, lying in the shallow pit, didn't even dare to breathe, and her small body was tense all over.
Chapter completed!