"They have divided their troops, our opportunity has come, I guess those two big carts should be loaded with ammunition supplies." Zhuo Fei put down the binoculars, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and used the telescope for a long time to observe the enemy's situation, which made Zhuo Fei's spirit a little tired. Niu Laozhuan took the binoculars and looked at it for a while, and nodded in agreement with Zhuo Fei's judgment, looking at the care of the Japanese soldiers on the carts, he knew that the two carts would definitely not be filled with water.

According to Zhuo Fei's order, a rout with two small flags pinned to his belt climbed the roof and waved the flag vigorously opposite him. The flag was just a contact signal, and knowing that the signal had been received on the other side, Zhuo Fei raised the Mauser sniper rifle, slowly stretched out the muzzle of the gun through the hole in the wall, and aimed at the Japanese soldier Cao Chang a hundred meters away.

The sound of the gunshot was a little loud in the room, but Zhuo Fei didn't show any discomfort, just quickly pulled the bolt, pushed the next bullet into the chamber, and snapped out another shot. Zhuo Fei's rate of fire has always been very fast, this is something that Niu Lao Bolt and they all know, and after just a dozen seconds, Zhuo Fei has already fired all five bullets in the magazine. Five shots, this is Zhuo Fei's first round of shooting, after receiving the 38 rifle handed by Niu Laoshuan, Zhuo Fei started the second random shooting.

The number of Japanese infantry squads ranged from 60 to 75 people, and according to Zhuo Fei's rate of fire and accuracy, it only took a dozen rounds of rapid fire to shoot the Japanese squad 100 meters away. But after all, the Japanese soldiers are not gun handles, after Zhuo Fei's first round of five bullets, the Japanese soldiers who were suddenly attacked had already lowered their figures, and judged the direction and approximate location of Zhuo Fei by following the path of the bullets.

The Yamamoto squadron had a timid commander, but the soldiers in the squadron were not all cowards, and under the leadership of a platoon commander, several Japanese veterans scattered and rushed towards Zhuo Fei's side. "Boom" The grenades fired by the Japanese grenadiers exploded on the roof, and with the sound of explosions, plumes of smoke and flames rose from the collapsed roof. The Japanese shells hit the target, and the attacker's accurate fire immediately stopped, all of which told the Japanese that the attacker seemed to have been buried in the collapsed roof.

The shouting Japanese veterans picked up their speed and rushed to the smoking ruins to search for the attackers. "Boom" The originally triumphant Yamamoto saw a ball of fireball in the telescope, and the few Imperial soldiers scattered on the ruins suddenly disappeared. "Yaga, damn it." Yamamoto was scolded by this sudden change of anger, and he had already lost at least one squad of troops before he could see the enemy's trace.

Isamu Yamamoto, who didn't realize that danger was looming at all, was still struggling with the elusive attacker, but he didn't know that the team he had left a street to guard supplies had been exposed to the guns of the black hole. Guessing that this group of Japanese escorted vehicles should be related to logistics materials, Zhuo Fei immediately decided to divide the national soldiers who were willing to continue to follow him to fight the Japanese army in the city into two waves, and the four light machine guns and most of the national soldiers captured from the Japanese army were taken by Lin Mohan, who volunteered, to quietly lurk, and Zhuo Fei was only surrounded by Niu Laozhuan and Zhuo Yan and three or four of them.

The gunners under Yamamoto Yong used mortars to collapse the house where Zhuo Fei and the others were hiding, but they didn't know that Zhuo Fei had already withdrawn with Niu Lao after he had used up five bullets. The signal has been sent out in the flag, and the signal from Lin Mohan has also been received, and the task of Zhuo Fei and the others is only to lead Yamamoto Yong's group to find out. The light tanks and mortars all followed Yamamoto Yong to be led blindly by Zhuo Fei and others, but Lin Mohan, who received the signal, was ready to fight at this time.

There was only one squad of Japanese soldiers left by Yamamoto to guard the cart, and these Japanese soldiers only had one light machine gun and two grenadiers, and Lin Mohan, who commanded four light machine guns and more than 30 national troops at this time, did not take the Japanese firepower in his eyes at all. After assigning targets to the four machine gunners, Lin Mohan raised the rifle in his hand and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the Japanese squad leader who was a little restless next to the cart.

"Slap" took a deep breath, Lin Mohan, who stabilized his mind, pulled the trigger, Lin Mohan's gunshot was the signal to start fighting, and without waiting for Lin Mohan to confirm whether the bullets he fired were concentrated on the target, the machine gunners who had been waiting for a while rushed to pull the trigger. The half-foot-long tongue of fire erupted from the muzzle of the light machine gun, and the four light machine guns lurking on the roof formed a dangerous crossfire, and the barrage with the breath of death rushed like water to the Japanese soldiers below.

The Japanese squad, which was already a little panicked, did not expect the danger to come from the rooftop, and when Lin Mohan shot down their squad leader, the Japanese soldiers scattered around the cart did not fully react, and when they heard the sound of light machine gun fire intensively, they had no time to react in the first place. A large cloud of blood mist splashed with the gunshots, and the four light machine guns arranged on the roofs on both sides of the street did not give them any room to dodge.

With Zhuo Fei's order first, the machine gunners on the roof deliberately avoided the two carts, and some Japanese soldiers who reacted quickly were injured desperately, and they also used their strength to climb under the carts. The fact that a Japanese soldier got under the cart was a problem with the machine gunners on the roof, but for the riflemen who had crept down from the roof, it was a good opportunity to beat the water dogs and take advantage of the opportunity to reap the results.

The riflemen who came down from the roof apparently underestimated the ability of the Japanese to counterattack, and under the superior numerical fire, they were shot and killed several people by the Japanese soldiers hiding under the carts. "Hit the wheels and crush them with a cart." Someone shouted from the downwind rifleman, and then all the riflemen who jumped off the roof concentrated their fire on the wooden wheels of the cart. The two large trucks of Yamamoto's squadron to transport supplies appeared to have been stolen from the surrounding villages and towns, and the large trucks of the villages and towns rarely used rubber tires, and the wooden wheels became a breakthrough point for the riflemen.

The target of the wheels was large, and in the blink of an eye, the debris hit by the swarming bullets flew wildly, and more than 100 bullets kept flying towards the wooden wheels of the cart, only to hear a scream, and the crumbling cart finally collapsed on one side of the wheel. "Follow me and kill them." The wheels on the rifleman's side were hit by the bullet and collapsed, and at the same time, it also blocked the sight and muzzle of the Japanese soldiers hiding under the cart, where would Lin Mohan let go of such a good opportunity, and rushed forward with the riflemen.

Bayonets, rifle butts, military shoes, and close shooting, Lin Mohan and the others used all the means they could use, worked around the cart, and after paying a few casualties, they finally wiped out the Japanese soldiers escorting the cart. "Sir, the cart is full of ammunition, bullets and mortar shells, and two boxes of grenades." After a cursory look at the boxes on the cart, Lin Mohan had a plan in his heart, and it seemed that as Zhuo Fei had speculated, this group of Japanese soldiers was escorting the logistics baggage into the city.

The sound of gunshots, explosions, and shouts of killing from two streets outside did not escape Yamamoto's ears, and after receiving a report from his soldiers, Yamamoto Yong, who was being led around by Zhuo Fei and others to hide and seek, was shocked. "Go back, turn around quickly, and support the Kurogi team." Isamu Yamamoto, who was shouting loudly, already had a cold sweat on his forehead, those two carts could be loaded with a large amount of ammunition, and if something went wrong with this batch of ammunition, the wing commander would definitely order himself to be disemboweled.

A bang of "boom" interrupted the churning thoughts in Yamamoto's mind, "What's going on?" Why stop? Yamamoto, who was carrying a command knife in his hand, ran forward, but saw a crater in the middle of the street. The crater was not very deep, two bloody Imperial soldiers were lying next to the crater, and Isamu Yamamoto couldn't help but scratch his head, the situation in front of him couldn't be clearer, it should be the damned Shina rout who planted a mine here.

If it weren't for the soldiers around him, Yamamoto would not be able to look up to the sky and let out his frustrations, commanding a squadron of more than 200 people and two light tanks to help, but why was he being played around like a clown. There was another explosion, and the Japanese soldiers who had walked not far from the crater were blown over again, and three unlucky people fell to the ground with their bloody thighs clutched.

After five or six minutes of tossing and turning, Yamamoto's soldiers returned to the place where they were separated from the Kuroki team, but what awaited them made Yamamoto even more annoyed. The Kurogi squad was fully loaded, and it had only been less than half an hour since they were separated, and they were all lifeless corpses, which was unacceptable to the other soldiers of Yamamoto's squadron. The corpses all over the ground and the carts that had disappeared put pressure on the other soldiers of Yamamoto's squadron, and finally someone couldn't bear it anymore and began to shout.

"Come out, come out for me, you damned Shina people, will you just hide in the sewers like rats, but you don't dare to show your head and fight us in a dignified manner?" The Japanese soldiers who shouted loudly at the top of their voices were full of anger, and they couldn't wait to find the scattered soldiers who attacked them immediately and fight to the death, but it was a pity that what he was waiting for was definitely not a friendly and not a reply.

With a crisp sound of "dang", amid the exclamations of several Japanese soldiers around, the arrogant Japanese soldier threw himself backwards and fell to the ground. The bullet from a distance pierced the steel helmet of the Japanese soldier, and the plasma splattered from the bullet hole gave the other Japanese soldiers a great shock, and before he could react, Yamamoto was dragged to the back of the tank by his own guards as soon as possible, and a slightly slower Cao Chang also twisted his body and fell down crookedly after the second gunshot.