There was nothing to say all night, but the little devils at the bottom of the mountain were busy like spinning tops. They spent the whole night dealing with the mess and preparing for the national army on the mountain to suddenly rush down for a sneak attack. But after guarding all night, they didn't even see the slightest trace of the national army.

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At dawn, a hint of fish belly white has already appeared on the horizon, and it is getting dark. In the jungle, a Japanese sentry has been squatting on a tree for too long. Fatigue and sleepiness came over him like a tide, and his eyes closed unconsciously.

At this moment, a big hand came out from behind the scout silently. Before the sentry could react, the big hand had already covered his mouth and nose. Then his neck hurt, and the world in front of the sentry's eyes disappeared.

It went completely dark.

In the haze, a figure emerged from the lush canopy of trees, and a crisp sound of birds also sounded, and then a whistling sound was heard in the jungle.

A figure quietly emerged, wearing the clothes of the National Army, wearing a British steel helmet, and holding a Lee-Enfield short rifle in his hand. He bowed, took cat steps, looked left and right, and looked around with a pair of eyes.

Afraid of making too much noise.

If this person is not Long Wenwen, the fake leader of the Sichuan Army, who is he?

Behind Long Wenwen, Meng Fan, Bu La, Yao Ma, She Butt, Mi Long and others appeared one after another.

The group of people came to the bottom of the big tree. A black shadow on the tree looked like an ape. It climbed the trunk and fell to the ground lightly, making almost no sound.

The man who fell from the tree, who else could he be if he wasn't Wang Zhong?

Wang Zhong pointed to himself, then to his right, to Long Wenwen, and then to his left.

Then he raised his wrist, pointed to his hand, and stretched out his five fingers.

Long Wenwen nodded, and the two of them groped forward, one on the left and the other on the right. Behind them, Meng Fangliao and others also divided into two teams and followed the two of them, gradually moving forward.

Arriving outside the Japanese camp, everyone found their own bunkers. The members of the assault team headed by Bu La and Kao Ma all set their sights on Wang Zhong at the front.

Wang Zhong squatted behind a bush, raised his wrist, glanced at the beating hands of the watch on his wrist, then raised his head, his eyes passed through the gaps between the bushes and landed on the Japanese camp.

However, in just two days, these groups of Japanese troops gathered one after another. Naturally, it was impossible to build such a tight fortification, but the basic functions were still in place. When Wang Zhong came to attack the camp in the middle of the night, he touched the Japanese camp.

They even blew up the Japanese ammunition depot, causing a lot of panic.

However, the military quality of the Japanese army is currently the best in East Asia. Even after this huge change, they still did not cheat and quickly organized a counterattack. Their firepower was so fierce that even Wang Zhong had to temporarily avoid the edge.

Looking as far as the eye could see, the position of the Japanese army was quickly captured. Wang Zhong glanced at the time again, raised his gun and pulled the bolt. Seeing his actions, everyone behind him pulled the bolt and opened the safety.

Counting down the time silently in his mind, when the last second fell, Wang Zhong stood up suddenly, exposed his head from behind the bush, raised his hand and fired, then quickly pulled the bolt, ejected the shell while pushing the bullet into the chamber, and fired again

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The interval between the two shots was less than a second. The two Japanese soldiers standing guard did not even have time to react and were shot directly in the head.

The moment Wang Zhong stood up and fired, Bula and Kaname immediately jumped out of the woods with their men and quickly approached the Japanese army's outer position. The Thompson submachine guns in everyone's hands also fired.

Wang Zhong did not move forward directly, but stood on the spot and quickly emptied the gun chamber. Then with a thought, the gun in his hand was replaced by another sniper rifle loaded with bullets.

Then there was a series of mechanical bolt-pull shots. Wang Zhong's marksmanship was so accurate. He hit every target without missing a beat. When one shot was fired, one Jaap would fall to the ground. If the cooperation was numb and not spicy, there would be more than a dozen of them in an instant.

The twenty Japanese soldiers became the targets of their guns. They quickly tore a hole in the Japanese camp and then quickly moved forward.

Yao Ma and Bu La acted as spearheads and charged at the front, forming a triangle shape. The cannon fodder followed closely behind, while Wang Zhong held a sniper rifle and called out the Japanese soldiers who showed up one by one.

With the powerful firepower of the submachine gun and Wang Zhong's precise marksmanship, the Japanese soldiers didn't even have a chance to resist. They were either beaten into pieces or shot in the head.

He huddled behind the fortifications, not daring to show his head, but he was lucky enough to save his life.

If there is a machine gun at this time, we don't need a heavy machine gun, just a light machine gun. If we shoot at them, at least several of them can be wiped out.

But Wang Zhong chose a very good position, surrounded by infantry and machine gunners who came to support them. Before they could get into position, they were already taken care of by Wang Zhong, a sniper.

The Japanese soldiers in the camp were quickly attracted by the gunshots here, and they rushed over here one after another.

A minute later, at the other end of the camp, Long Wenwen listened to the gunshots coming from the opposite side. He patiently hid his body, watched the hands on the watch rotate, and silently followed it in his heart, counting the time.

At this moment, Long Wenwen felt that time suddenly slowed down, and every second felt like a year.

The same was true for Meng Fanlie and the others behind them. They held the guns in their hands tightly and listened to the intensive gunshots in their ears. At this moment, only the guns in their hands could bring them a little sense of security.

While counting, Long Wenwen suddenly stood up, and with the rifle in his hand, he fired a shot at a Japanese soldier who was running toward Wang Zhong and others more than ten meters away, hitting him in the back.

"beat!"

Long Wenwen quickly pulled the bolt and changed the ammunition. Meng Fangliao and others stood up and opened fire. A dozen unsuspecting Japanese soldiers were immediately beaten into pieces.

Long Wenwen took the lead, walked forward quickly, jumped into the Japanese camp, and Kang Ya and others followed closely behind, shouting and raising their guns, and rushed in

In the Japanese camp.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In an instant, the faces of the Japanese army camp blossomed at the same time, and the fire from the muzzles was like countless exploding fireworks, accompanied by the sound of gunfire and the explosion of grenades.

, one after another, like cannons washing the ground.

Since they were planning to attack the camp, how could Wang Zhong and the others not prepare enough equipment.

The assault team organized by him and Long Wenwen were basically cannon fodder who ate pork and stewed vermicelli in a pot at the Zenda shelter. Almost all of them were familiar faces, and each of them carried a rifle and a submachine gun.

, and then there are bullets and grenades.

There are four submachine gun magazines per person, twenty rounds of rifle bullets, and five hand grenades per person, and there are even ten. The key depends on whether you can handle it or not.

Dozens of grenades were thrown out at the same time, and the explosion formed was naturally not enough to cover the entire Japanese camp, but covering their respective areas within a radius of twenty to thirty meters was definitely not a problem.

However, despite this, the Japanese army did not completely collapse. In those areas that were not affected, their respective squad leaders and squad leaders began to organize manpower to prepare to extinguish the raid by Wang Zhong and others.

But Wang Zhong and the others were so well prepared to charge, and with Wang Zhong, a plug-in who could clearly detect the terrain of the Japanese camp, it was dawn, the sleepiest time of the day, and the sky was dark.

It is also unclear whether the situation is clear or not, and the line of sight is blocked.

But the Japanese army is not a vegetarian after all, and although the cannon fodder's firepower is fierce, the bullets of the submachine gun cannot help but be consumed. If the speed is fast, a magazine can be emptied in one minute, and reloading also takes time.

Fortunately, Wang Zhong and the others had already considered this, and more than a dozen people reloaded their ammunition twice, which was seamless.

Ten minutes later, as the sky grew brighter, more than half of the entire Japanese camp was occupied by cannon fodder. The people entrenched themselves behind the fortifications built by the Japanese army and started a fierce battle with the remaining Japanese troops.

At this moment, a loud charge horn came from the national army position on the mountain.

"Kill!!"

"Kill the devil!"

"Kill the devil!"

The hundreds of cannon fodder who were left behind to guard the position rushed down from the mountain, shouting and yelling.

The remaining Japanese troops on the position changed their expressions when they saw this situation.

Then he began to flee.

Long Wenwen led his men all the way to cover up the killings, leaving more than twenty corpses of Japanese soldiers behind again before giving up.

"Hiss!" Long Wenwen wiped his burning neck, looked down and saw that his wet hands were already covered with blood. The pain coming from the left side of his neck made Long Wenwen take several breaths of cold air.

"Veterinarian! Veterinarian!" As an orderly, Meng Fanliao, who had been following Long Wenwen, was shocked and quickly called out to Veterinary Hao.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, it's just a scratch!" Long Wenwen said nonchalantly, as if it wasn't him who was gasping in pain just now.

"Is everything okay?" Meng Fanxiao frowned, lowered his head and raised his eyes, getting closer to check.

"It's okay! No! If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself." Seeing his worry, Long Wenwen also raised his head, exposed his neck, and let him take a closer look at the wound.

Meng Fanlao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was really just a scratch. Although it looked scary, the injury was not serious. It just scratched a shallow mark on the side of Long Wenwen's neck and tore off a lot of skin.

"Injured?" Wang Zhong appeared out of nowhere. Looking at the two men's actions, his eyes also fell on Long Wenwen's neck.

"It was just scratched by a bullet, it doesn't matter." Long Wenwen looked like he was fine.

Wang Zhongdao: "I'll show you!"

It was indeed just a scratch, nothing serious. In front of the two of them, Wang Zhong couldn't conjure things out of thin air, so he waited for Vet Hao to come over before treating Long Wenwen's wound.

Even when the medicine was applied, the cotton swab came into contact with the skin and Long Wenwen grimaced in pain, but it could not remove the pain from his face.
Chapter completed!