Every soldier is doing his or her duty. Even if the company platoon leader does not personally arrange the details, the squad leader will lead every soldier to familiarize himself with the rhythm of tonight's mission.

Cao Xinghua lamented that such good soldiers were difficult to find throughout China, but in the First Military Division, they were just an ordinary unit.

Even if the First Military Division does not develop in the future, the Jinsui Army will never be the opponent of the First Military Division.

At eight o'clock in the evening, a squad of soldiers set off.

If they set out now, they may not be able to complete the task immediately. In order to catch the tongue, they may need an entire night.

During the day, the soldiers in this squad had already observed the terrain.

Every soldier has memorized the route of their actions tonight.

There are minefields that soldiers from Lu Zheng's regiment have stepped on, and this squad will never set foot in that place again.

The night was so quiet, so quiet that every soldier could hear his own heartbeat, so quiet that even the little devil on guard was panicking.

Will there be a night attack by the Chinese army tonight?

The little Japanese guard post was also worried. Once the Chinese army launched an attack, the guard post would definitely bear the brunt!

Every night, the Japanese sentries standing guard would pray, praying for the Chinese army to launch night attacks from other directions of the position.

Because the Japanese soldiers also gradually discovered that the Chinese army on the opposite side was becoming more and more powerful at night.

The Chinese army could reach the front line of the position from almost any place that the Japanese army could not think of. Even if the Japanese army deployed barbed wire and mines in front of the position, they could not stop the Chinese army that was determined to attack them.

In front of different positions at the same time, in front of the same position at different times.

The soldiers of the Chinese army always tried their best to kill the Japanese soldiers on the battlefield.

The bunkers in front of them and the guns in their arms seemed unable to stop those Chinese soldiers who were not afraid of death.

At night, Chinese soldiers rushed to the battlefield. They were like mandrills that haunted the mountains and forests at night. They put their lives at risk and only wanted to kill the Japanese soldiers.

Madness, madness that the little devils themselves have never experienced before. They don't understand why the lambs waiting to be slaughtered in their eyes have turned into bloodthirsty wolves.

Every Chinese soldier who rushed to the position bared his fangs and wanted to eat the little Japanese alive.

"Shoot a flare?"

After it got dark, a Japanese guard felt uncomfortable all over. He always felt like there was a bayonet pressing against his chest.

"What are you afraid of! Are a few Chinese people here to die worthy of scaring you like this?"

Another Japanese sentry talked big words to embolden himself.

Although he was scared to death, he once boasted to the new recruits during the day about how brave he was on the battlefield.

If he shows cowardice at this time, he will only be laughed at by the recruits after he returns.

After surviving tonight's duty, he could still go back to the trenches and brag to the new recruits.

Another soldier on guard suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and looked at the endless darkness.

Since they have been constantly attacked at night, the Japanese military posts will be equipped with flares when on duty. According to your army's regulations, they will launch a flare within half an hour.

The rotation time of sentry posts is four hours. A group of sentry posts is equipped with ten rounds of illumination bombs, and the extra two rounds are used in case of special circumstances.

However, there was a strange saying among the little Japanese troops. Which group of sentries left more flares proved that this group of sentries was afraid of the Chinese army.

Because I was afraid, I used more flares.

In order to show that their group was more courageous than other groups, some Japanese sentry posts often did not fire flares within the prescribed half hour.

So when another Japanese sentry asked to fire flares, the Japanese veteran refused decisively. He did not want to become a coward and a waste.

Although he was also worried in his heart, he suppressed the impulse in his heart.

Keep cheering him up with the spiritual victory method!

It seemed that the prayers at the Japanese military sentry post had an effect. Around one o'clock in the morning, there was a sudden explosion from another direction on the position.

Judging from the sound of the explosion, it was the sound of homemade grenades made by the Chinese army.

In night attacks, grenades are often the vanguard.

When Chinese soldiers approached the Japanese positions, they would first throw the grenades on them into the Japanese bunkers, and then the Chinese soldiers would rush into the trenches and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese at night.

The sound of gunfire and explosions quickly attracted the attention of the Japanese guard post.

In places that were not attacked, the Japanese sentry posts began to rejoice that the target chosen by the Chinese army tonight was their companions, not them.

"We can finish today's shift in a down-to-earth manner!"

The Chinese army only makes one sneak attack every night. This has been a law for several days and has never been broken.

However, at this time, there was a squad of Chinese soldiers covered in camouflaged weeds, slowly approaching.

With every step forward, the soldier felt that the world outside was changing.

"Come closer!"

The Chinese soldiers in action thought silently in their hearts.

The Japanese sentries were very close, and any excessive movements would attract the attention of the Japanese sentries.

"I thought I heard something!"

A little Japanese sentry suddenly spoke.

Although the Chinese troops in action could not understand what the Japanese sentries were saying, the clear words made the Chinese soldiers immediately nervous.

The Chinese soldiers lay motionless on the spot.

"What kind of sound could there be? The sound of gunfire is so loud. You must have heard it wrong."

The night attack in the other direction is not over yet. The sound of gunfire and explosions are very good cover and can cover up the sound of soldiers crawling forward.

The Japanese sentry pricked up his ears in confusion. He wanted to prove that he was right.

But in the dark night, there was really no other sound except for the gunshots and explosions from the other direction.

"Fire a flare?" the Japanese sentry asked.

"Are you sure you want to shoot? The other groups have never fired flares."

The Japanese sentry heard that several other groups of flares were useless, and he began to hesitate.

Using flares is a sign of cowardice, while not using flares seems to be an honor, although this behavior is very childish on the battlefield of tense confrontation.

Some people would just believe in such childish behavior.

Because the little devil valued glory more than his own life, even though this kind of glory was just a stupid and childish way of playing house, it made Japanese soldiers compare with him.

"Let's take one!"

However...the fear in the little Jaap Sentinel's heart still defeated this stupid honor.

A flare shot into the sky.

The blazing light reflected the pale earth, weeds, strange rocks, ravines, and shrubs, leaving nothing behind but shadows.

The burning of magnesium powder and aluminum powder gave off a dazzling light, but it did not dispel the fear in the heart of the little Japanese sentry.
Chapter completed!