"Ahh

Xiang Jing Jingming turned over from his slumber, reached out and grabbed the pistol beside him, and looked out of the door with palpitations.

He had a nightmare just now, he dreamed that a man rushed in through the door, pointed a gun at his head, and was about to pull the trigger.

As soon as he was in a hurry, Xiang Jing Ming woke up from his sleep, only to feel that his heart was beating wildly, as if he was about to jump out.

Raising his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, he reached out to Jing Jingming to pick up the military blanket that had fallen to the ground, put it back on his body, and then curled up in the corner next to the campfire.

The bonfire uses the doors and furniture of some of the village's residents, and because it is all good wood, the flame is very strong, and even the air is filled with a faint smell of pine wood.

calmed down a little, and Xiang Jing found that he couldn't sleep, and the nightmare just now seemed to be a nightmare that couldn't be dissolved, making him feel heavy.

"What's the matter, I'm a fearless Yamato samurai, an imperial soldier, how can I be so afraid?" He was so ashamed of his cowardice that he could not sleep because of a nightmare.

It's a pity that sometimes a person's body is not transferred by a person's will, no matter how much he cheers himself up, but it is useless, and his eyes are still as wide as buns.

Since he really couldn't sleep, Xiang Jing Jingming had to turn over and sit up, then put the military blanket on his body to cover his signal soldier, and then walked out of the room, he planned to check the duty of the sentry.

As soon as Xiang Jing Jingming left the house where he lived, Chu Yifei touched the door silently, he hid by the door, carefully peeped inside, and saw a person sleeping in a military blanket, with some things used by the commander beside him.

"That's him!" Chu Yifei was secretly happy in his heart, he reached out and pulled out his pistol, pointing the muzzle of the gun at the other party.

The terrible sound of gunfire pierced the night sky and echoed through the mountain village, waking up all the sleeping Japanese soldiers, who rolled over and ran out of the house, "Where, where, where are the guns?" ”

Chu Yifei looked at the four or five bullet holes on the blood-soaked army blanket, as well as the body that was no longer twitching, and turned around with a smile and disappeared into the darkness.

When the devils in charge of protecting the squadron headquarters rushed in, they saw only a corpse that had been beaten into a sieve and a map that had been burned.

"What's going on?" Mukai Jingming's army blanket was removed, revealing the face of the devil soldier below, and people realized that it was not the squadron leader who was killed, but his signal soldier.

Just when the people were in chaos, Xiang Jingming's voice came from behind him, "Whatever is messy, go back and restrain the troops." ”

The people were not confused at once, they turned around and saw the squadron leader standing behind them, with an angry look on his face, and it seemed that he was very dissatisfied with their performance, "You are soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire, you should stay calm at all times, don't say that I am not dead, even if I die, you must remain calm and continue to complete the scheduled plan." ”

"Hey!" The commanders of all the squadrons bowed together, then turned and ran away, leaving only a part of the guards.

Xiang Jing Jingming walked into the house, and saw that the bullet holes on his military blanket were impressive, and the blood gushing out had soaked most of it, and he couldn't help but be secretly frightened, "Fortunately, that nightmare made me unable to sleep, otherwise these shots would have been on me." ”

With a wave of his hand, he ordered the dead signal soldier to be carried down, and then he sat down by the campfire again, reached out and picked up the map that had been burned by the people, only a third of it was burned, and smiled bitterly.

It seems that the purpose of this assassin is to stop his own forward speed and make it impossible for him to reach the predetermined position within the stipulated time.

Thinking of this, Xiang Jing Jingming made up his mind to arrive on time.

The Japanese soldiers who escorted him begged him to change his accommodation, but Mukai Jingming refused, believing that since the other party had already been assassinated once, he should not come here again the second time, so this house was the safest.

After persuading him several times, Xiang Jing Jingming still insisted on his own opinion, so those people had to agree with his decision, and living in the original house could only increase the intensity of vigilance.

There was nothing to say all night, and when the squadron left early in the morning, Xiang Jing Jingming found that the sentry set up by his team outside the village had also been killed, and the body was thrown behind the stones.

"Everyone should be vigilant, the people of China are too cunning, especially the sentry at night." Xiang Jing Ming looked at the sentry who had his throat cut off and told the other soldiers.

Everyone nodded their heads, thinking that this person was too dangerous and that they had to be careful.

The team continued to move forward, because they didn't sleep well last night, so those devils and security forces didn't sleep well, they yawned one by one, their mouths were never closed, and the speed was naturally greatly reduced.

The sun was overhead, and Xiang Jing Jingming's squadron had only walked less than ten miles, and the distance was not as good as one-third of yesterday's.

In a hurry, he issued an order to the various squad leaders below, ordering them to urge the team to speed up, and be sure to rush to Yangjiagou, which is twenty miles away from the Tiger Roaring Ridge, before the sun goes down.

In this way, under the supervision of Xiang Jing Ming, the speed of the team increased a little, and they rushed forward along the rugged mountain road.

During the day of this day, Chu Yifei came out of them from time to time, and every shot would definitely hit the target, and important people such as the commander and machine gunner of the devil continued to suffer casualties, and when Xiang Jing Jingming sent someone to chase him, the person had disappeared, and sometimes he didn't even know where to put the gun.

For this kind of tactics that is completely different from the previous tactics, Xiang Jing Ming feels very headache, but there is no way to solve it, so he can only shrink the troops as much as possible, and at the same time send more reconnaissance troops in order to find the other party as soon as possible. But the effect is not great.

Chu Yifei is like a ghost, haunting around him, and every time he appears, he will definitely take away the life of the devil, as if he is the messenger of death.

Therefore, they named him "Shura", and this nickname has accompanied him through the ups and downs of his life.

Of course, the current Chu Yifei didn't know the nickname given to him by the devil, and he was still thinking about the idea of calculating the devil with great interest.

No, he was squatting beside the path that the devil must pass, and he was tinkering with a trick and designing the detonating device.

In a few minutes, he had it done, and after camouflaging the mine, he went into the woods on the side, chose a hillside as a sniper position, and set up a sniper rifle.

There were no snipers in Xiang Jingming's squadron, which Chu Yifei could determine through the previous temptation, so he was relieved to boldly arrange the sniper position.

Touching the improved Type 95 sniper rifle in his hand, Chu Yifei grinned towards the path down the hillside, "Little devil, grandpa is waiting for you, come on." ”

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