Liao Guoren was right. The Japanese had no idea that this ten-man team would sneak back after finally escaping from the circle of fire. The Japanese were exhausted by the encounter and were sitting under the tree.

Rest. Because the previous exchange of fire ended not long ago, and then Zhao Bankuo and his team quickly evacuated, giving the Japanese army the impression that although the opponent had good firepower, the number of people was too different, so they had no choice but to flee. So, they

We were prepared to take a short rest before pursuing the pursuit, so our defense and alertness were reduced to a minimum, and we only sent two sentries not far away for routine guarding.

The small knife showed his strong side as a scout. Zhao Bankuo watched this man use the cover of the trees to quietly sneak over with his body low and approach the police post on the left very quickly. The Japanese soldier was obviously very

He was tired, and he was resting against a tree when he was swiped on his neck with a knife, and he collapsed to the ground motionless in an instant.

Another sentry twenty meters away noticed the abnormality a few seconds later, but before he had time to react, he suddenly flew back. Uncle Guo's marksmanship was indeed unspeakable.

What happened next was unexpectedly simple. Before the Japanese soldiers could react, Liao Guoren and other four team members quickly cut into the area more than ten meters around the Japanese army's resting place and opened fire from four directions at the same time. Zhao Bankuo and others followed closely behind.

Five or six grenades were fired, and the bullets and explosions immediately enveloped the group of Japs. In this strafing state that did not require aiming, Liao Guoren's random fighting tactics were completely successful, and the continuity of firepower of the Thompson submachine gun was brought into full play.

The dense bullets swept into the Japs' resting circle within a minute, and most of the Japs were swept down without any resistance. For a moment, blood mist flew up, and screams were mixed with the sound of broken limbs. It was so tragic.

Just like Shura Field, some of the Japanese who were lucky enough to escape from the encirclement were easily killed by Cao Guojiu in the other direction.

The whole battle lasted less than five minutes in total. It was almost lackluster and could be said to be a massacre. But Zhao Bankuo knew that this was just an illusion. In the strafing just now, if there was a loophole in the fire suppression, Little Japan would immediately look like

If you find an opportunity to hide and wait for a counterattack like last night, the result will definitely not be as easy as now, and there will probably be casualties. Thinking of this, Zhao Bankuo felt trembling. It seems that the guy in the team who is responsible for fire suppression together with him, otherwise

It was just that he was incredibly lucky, or else they were all veterans of using this kind of submachine gun. This made his previous worries a little lessened, and he also understood why Liao Guoren was so confident.

After cleaning the battlefield, a total of twenty-four corpses were pulled out, and all those who were not dead were killed. It was originally a task for a small unit, and there were no extra medicines or personnel to take care of the prisoners. In addition, since the great defeat last year, everyone has been very concerned about the little Japanese.

They were all holding back their resentments and were in no mood to ponder the prisoner of war agreement.

Twenty-four rifles were pushed out of bullets and stacked together. All the rations and belongings of the Japanese were gradually cleared out and piled up in a pile. Most of the ration bags were empty. It seemed that this group of Japs was really stretched.

Uncle Cao Guo found a pack of Japanese cigarettes left, and lit them up without saying anything. American cigarettes are not easy to smoke, and Japanese cigarettes are generally a hot commodity in the military. But no one was competing with him at the moment.

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A sniper can stand up to five people at critical moments. He may have saved you more than once during a firefight. No one will be stupid about this kind of thing. That is what others deserve.

After walking such a long way, we finally had a fight with the Japs, and it was a beautiful battle of annihilation. It was a quick victory. The atmosphere in the team immediately became active. Everyone started talking and laughing to see what valuable things the Japs had on them.

.Zhao Bankuo also felt a lot more relaxed, and it seemed that the rain had become refreshing. He was not very interested in Little Japan things. When he played in China, Little Japan's individual quality left a deep impression on him.

I have the impression that the Sanba Gai and their Zhongzheng rifles, excluding some accuracy problems, are not much different in terms of power. The only difference is the length of the bayonet. Even so, a small Japanese brigade can still fight

There were several times as many people as they did. He once wanted to get a 38-gun to see if there was any mechanism inside that could allow the Japanese to hit the enemy so accurately. However, after getting it, he discovered that the fighting power of Little Japan did not come from

Their weapons come from themselves.

After all, the biggest difference in combat effectiveness still falls on the person. Therefore, the trophies are at most souvenirs, or sent back to the family in their hometown in exchange for some food. But for a person who has no worries, those things can only increase the load, and nothing else.

It's no use.

Watching Daniel try to guess the uses of those leather goods and medicines, Zhao Bankuo squatted aside with his gun in his arms. At this time, the team member who had said he was a loser earlier came over and sat down with him. Zhao Bankuo looked at him and seemed a little confused.

He looked familiar, and while he was searching in his memory, this person spoke first: "Thanks to my brother last night, otherwise I would have thrown my life into that tree. Thank you very much!"

Zhao Bankuo suddenly thought about it. Could it be that the old man was the stupid soldier with his gun hanging on the tree last night? There were too many things like saving people on the battlefield. He waved his hands noncommittally. He didn't think he was that great, but this man's

The politeness made him somewhat uncomfortable.

The two of them were being modest, but the long-haired young man across from them suddenly looked at them and laughed strangely. Zhao Bankuo was a little strange and turned to look at him with a questioning look on his face. The long-haired young man opened his mouth and looked at them.

He shouted: "Caitou, stay away from him, or your butthole will bloom."

Zhao Bankuo didn't react, thinking about what he meant. The old man beside him responded quickly and lazily yelled back at the long-haired young man: "Damn it, it's raining so hard that it doesn't even cool you down."

Lose your temper and mind your own business?"

"I just can't stand you, this little bitch. If you don't mess around with so many bitches, you just stare at my butt. Are you disgusted?"

Everyone who heard this laughed meaningfully, and only then did Zhao Bankuo react. The team member who looked like a little old man was not angry either. He laughed and cursed angrily: "Damn you, what the hell are you doing?"

Only one eye can see that I am a dick to a man. I am a pure man. I have a steel gun three feet below my crotch. If you don’t see the girl, it is not loaded. If you dare to squeeze me again, I will give you some medicine to chew and let you go up and down.

I can’t even lift the gun.”

"You old idiot, I don't believe you are so awesome. If you weren't a Mongolian doctor, how could you be transferred here from Tengchong? Keep your medicine for the dogs, I won't even take it until I die!"

Zhao Bankuo listened to the two people talking to each other.

The old man next to him is a military doctor, and the long-haired man opposite him must be from Sichuan. It seems that this Sichuan person has some opinions on the medical skills of this military doctor.

.Perhaps because his professional ability was questioned, the military doctor's face looked a little bad, as if he was really going to get angry. Zhao Bankuo quickly smoothed things over and said: "Why don't you take medicine and not take medicine? You just won the battle, don't

Damn those things are unlucky."

The long-haired young man looked at the military doctor with a wicked smile on his face, as if he wanted to continue saying something. Suddenly, someone shouted. Everyone turned around and saw that the knife that was burying the body asked them to pass, probably to ask them to help.

The long-haired young man stood up, patted his butt and walked over. The military doctor cursed and stood up. Zhao Bankuo couldn't figure out what was going on, so he followed him inexplicably.

When I looked over, I saw Xiao Daozi squatting on the ground, facing the corpse of a Japanese soldier, with a strange expression on his face.

"What the hell?" the military doctor asked immediately, "What's so good about a dead person? Could it be that she's a woman who doesn't know how to join the army on her father's behalf like a little Japanese?"

Zhao Bankuo frowned, wondering what was going on in the old military doctor's head, and even more felt that his old-looking face was very vulgar. No one paid any attention to the military doctor, everyone concentrated on looking at the knife and the shovel in his hand.

, carefully inserted it under a corpse, and then lifted it with force, so that the corpse was slightly lifted off the ground, showing them to look at it.

Zhao Bankuo squatted down and immediately found an iron box the size of a briefcase buried under the body.

"What is this?" he asked.

"It seems to be a briefcase." Xiao Daozi said.

"A briefcase?" Zhao Bankuo paused and immediately understood what it meant. Changmao immediately became excited: "Little Japan's briefcase! Grandma, there shouldn't be any documents in it, right? Then we can make a contribution."

"It's gone." As he said that, he wanted to open the body and take out the box, but as soon as he leaned forward, he was grabbed by the shoulder by a knife-like hand and pushed back.

"Don't move, look under the box again." Xiao Daozi said coldly.

Chang Mao was puzzled, but seeing Xiao Dao Zi's expression being unkind, he lay down again and took a closer look. Under the guidance of Xiao Dao Zi's flashlight, Zhao Bankuo discovered that there was a black disc underneath the box.

This thing was so familiar that, reflexively, everyone immediately took a step back: "Landmine!"

"After the little Japanese was shot, he opened the mine's safety and pressed his body and the box on the mine. As long as someone touches the body -" the little knife made an explosive motion.

"This guy is really shady. Thanks to you, if he had long hair, he would probably have turned into blood flakes floating all over the sky by now." The military doctor looked at the long-haired young man with a look of gloating. He was reminded of the disagreement between them just now.

Dealing with it, Zhao Bankuo thought that there was something going on between the two people, but the military doctor was right this time. Fortunately, the knife was so cautious, and the long-haired young man didn't look like a careful person.
Chapter completed!