The training syllabus of the scouts comes from the textbooks compiled by Zhuo Fei himself, and there are also parts added by the foreign instructors themselves, but in general, the training content of the scouts is currently the most systematic and excellent in the world. More than 100 best-trained scouts waited for their prey to come into the trap, and Zhuo Fei, the titular commander, could only wait quietly to the side, which was a torment for the belligerent Zhuo Yan.

Fortunately, with Zhuo Fei's constraints, Zhuo Yan could only stay quietly, he didn't want to be driven back to Ruili by Zhuo Fei to stay idle. The battle was about to break out, and seeing that the Japanese brigade had appeared, the scout squad leader who commanded the battle finally gave the signal, and several gunshots rang out, and several machine gunners in the Japanese army were shot first and fell to the ground. In the eyes of the scouts, neither the Japanese commander nor the grenadiers were dangerous as the machine gunners, and they had enough snipers to deal with the Japanese commanders and grenadiers.

Taking the heavy firepower of the Japanese army as the target first, the scouts' actions did not surprise Zhuo Fei, and if he were to command the battle, he might choose the same decision as them. The Japanese army's reaction was very fast, and with the sound of gunfire, the Japanese army had already dispersed and hidden, and at the same time, some people had already raised their guns to return fire. "Shoot back, shoot back." Hearing Cao Chang's shout, Takakura, who was in a panic, pulled the bolt of the gun and shot him in front of him indiscriminately.

The gunfire was as dense as raindrops, and the Japanese troops, who were temporarily at a disadvantage, did not have the momentum they had on the battlefield in North China, and many Japanese soldiers did not have a definite target when they opened fire. "I was shot, I was shot." Ono, who was very close to Takakura, fell to the ground on his back, and Takakura reached out and dragged Ono to his side. Tearing open Ono's military uniform, the wound on Ono's chest that turned out like a child's mouth made Takakura panic.

"You're fine, you can't die yet, the bullet didn't hit the vital point." Takakura didn't know where the inspiration came from, and while taking out the first aid kit to help Ono bandage his wounds, he whispered to comfort Ono, who kept twitching his body. A whole roll of gauze was used on Ono, and Takakura tried his best to help Ono stop the bleeding, but to Takakura's despair, Ono who was shot in the chest finally died in his arms.

The heavy fishy smell stung Takakura's nerves, looking at the dead Ono and his own hands full of blood, Takakura's face became more and more pale, and his trembling lips seemed to have been instigated by someone with a big slap, which made people look very uncomfortable. Takakura's eyes gradually became watery, looking at his companions who had been shot and fell one after another, Takakura felt as if a voice was shouting in his heart: Kill them all and avenge Ono! Kill them all! Kill them all!

Takakura became a little paranoid because of Ono's death, but his repression could only continue to remain in his heart, because reality is not imagination, and reality will be so cruel that it will be suffocating. "Boom!" With a bang, the Scouts' rockets exploded around the bend, and those with good eyesight could even see the debris of the human body that had been lifted up with the explosion. In jungle warfare, curved firepower such as mortars cannot exert the power and lethality they should have, but self-aiming firepower weapons such as bazookas are like fish in water.

"Fire!" Cao Chang's voice was like nectar from the sky, waking up Takakura, who was sitting beside Ono's corpse, and for the first time, Takakura couldn't wait to tear the enemy in front of him apart. Like a machine, he pulled the bolt to load it, pulled the trigger to shoot the bullet out of the top fire, and then repeated the action just now, and Takakura quickly ran out of two bullet bridges. In Takakura's imagination, the bullets he fired should turn into sharp arrows, and those enemies should fall in rows like wheat waiting to be harvested in the field.

In fact, the situation is not good at the moment is the Japanese army, the rate of fire of the assault rifle far exceeds that of the 38 rifle, and the 30 rounds of the assault rifle also saves the scouts the time to reload bullets frequently, plus three rocket launchers have joined the battle one after another, and the advantage that the Japanese army relies on is losing little by little. Seeing that the scouts had taken advantage, Zhuo Fei's brows furrowed, what he wanted to see was a real jungle battle, not the current ambush with strong firepower.

Suddenly, a grenade landed in front of the stone that Takakura used as a hiding cover, and the loud explosion shook Takakura's ears, and the blasted mud and stones rose and fell again with the smoke, hitting Takakura's steel helmet with a loud sound. The grenade was not thrown by the enemy, and Cao Chang, who was about to throw the grenade, was hit in the arm by an enemy bullet, which caused the grenade to explode in front of Takakura's cover. Cao Chang who was hit by a bullet in the arm was also lucky, except for Takakura, he was the closest to the exploding grenade, but the flying grenade fragments only added two more inconsequential wounds to the Japanese soldier Cao Chang's body.

Hearing Cao Chang's screams, Takakura gritted his teeth and reached out from the side of the stone to drag Cao Chang to his side. The injured Cao Chang craned his neck and looked left and right, but the stones blocked his vision, and Takakura couldn't hear what Cao Chang was shouting about. Suddenly, another grenade flew over the stones, snorting and smoking in the grass, and the frightened Takakura hurriedly rolled backwards with Cao Chang in his arms, dodging a possible shrapnel attack.

The "boom" grenade exploded, and the smoke had not yet cleared, and Takakura raised his head to look at Cao Chang who was blocking in front of him. "Go, Takakura, get out of here, they're devils, they're devils." Cao Chang, who spurted blood arrows from his mouth, shouted at Takakura, and a fragment of a grenade hit Cao Chang's lungs, and Cao Chang, who knew that he couldn't survive, finally pointed out the direction for Takakura, who was already at a loss, at the last moment before he died.

After waiting by the corpse of Cao Chang for a while, Takakura began to move backwards with his rifle, naturally he did not want to join the other companions. In fact, the area behind Takakura is very wide, and the vegetation is luxuriant, and it does not go above the head. Takakura was carrying a gun, and as soon as he ran past a bush, he ran into a muzzle head-on, and before Takakura could pick up his rifle, he was shot through the chest by an oncoming bullet. Everywhere there was gunfire, bushes, grass, plantain bushes, and every place it was possible to hide the enemy. The Japanese soldiers, hoping to survive, had rushed back and forth several times, and the sound of gunfire and explosions muffled the shouts and curses of everyone as they rushed to kill, but they did not manage to break out in the end.

Without machine gun cover and artillery cover, the Japanese soldiers who had lost their command system were like headless flies, and in the face of the scouts' accurate shooting and powerful rockets, the Japanese soldiers who were still alive were full of panic and anxiety. Zhuo Fei's brows furrowed even tighter, what he saw in front of him could not be regarded as jungle warfare at all, this kind of intensity of combat was far inferior to the intensity of their usual training for scouts equipped with strong firepower.

"Shout to tell them to lay down their arms and surrender." Zhuo Fei put down the binoculars and asked the foot soldiers to convey his orders to the captain of the scout who commanded the battle. Japanese is another subject that scouts must take in addition to their daily combat training, and if they can't pass the Japanese conversation course in the training camp, even the toughest reserve scouts can only be transferred to the front-line troops. The dense gunfire gradually stopped, and in the end, only the sound of the Japanese 38 rifle was left, and some scouts shouted in thick voices to surrender the guns and not kill.

Surrendering a gun or not killing is to lay down arms and surrender, which is nothing to British soldiers, but it is unacceptable to Japanese soldiers who regard honor as more important than life. Scattered gunfire rang out again, and this time, the scouts didn't shoot back. After a few minutes, the scouts persuaded them to surrender again, and this time, the remnants of the Japanese who had already been surrounded did not open fire.

A few minutes later, the remaining 20 Japanese soldiers finally surrendered, laid down their arms, picked up their wounded companions, and gathered together according to the instructions of the scouts. Laying down their arms meant giving up resistance, and these Japanese soldiers meant that they could really survive if they laid down their weapons, but they didn't notice the strange costumed enemies around them who were secretly gesticulating.

The Japanese soldiers who had already laid down their weapons had already stood in their designated positions, but the leader of the scout squad who had been cold-faced shouted loudly, and the two light machine guns captured from the Japanese soldiers immediately opened fire. "Dada." The muzzle of the machine gun spewed out a half-foot-long gunflame, and a large cloud of blood mist rose continuously with the sound of gunfire, and the flying bullets swept the Japanese soldiers to the ground who had no cover.

Killing prisoners is not allowed in other units, especially in Western countries, where the commander of the team is brought to court martial. But this is Burma, where the mountains are high and dense, and most of the scouts are veterans selected from the armies of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, and these Chinese veterans who have lost their comrades-in-arms naturally do not give preferential treatment to Japanese prisoners, especially their boss Zhuo Fei is a nationalist at all.

The blood flowing from under the Japanese soldiers slowly gathered together to form more than a dozen blood puddles of various sizes, and the scouts who withdrew from cover stepped on these puddles of blood without care, in their eyes, whether they laid down their weapons or not, the Japanese soldiers were their enemies. Zhuo Fei had a cold face, of course he didn't have a cold face because he saw the scouts killing prisoners, he was disappointed in these scouts.

There were no extra words, Zhuo Fei just ordered to transfer immediately, it had been three days of continuous fighting, the scouts' physical strength had been consumed too much, and Zhuo Fei had been seriously disappointed in the performance of this team of scouts, and he had already decided to replace a team of scouts. For Zhuo Fei, being good at guerrilla warfare or small-group operations may not be the best candidate for special forces, but fortunately, there are thousands of scouts in the umbrella company, and they will always select candidates for special forces who are in their hearts.