Chen Yueyang's last subordinate also gave up his sniper position and crawled over to save people. He learned the lesson of the previous one, did not dare to run, and completely relied on crawling to get close to Chen Yueyang, and the battalion commander who didn't know whether he was dead or alive made him anxious.

As he crossed a fallen dead tree, his back inevitably rose above the dense grass, and the branches and leaves of the bushes behind him trembled. The thatched gap made the outline of his head looming, and he consciously wanted to speed up his prostrate movement, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a little light in the far distance of the forest.

That's the light reflected from the sniper mirror.

"It's over!" He thought desperately, and before he could dodge, his head had been pierced by a flying bullet.

Fourth, Yamano wiped the moisture on the sniper scope and meditated in his heart.

There was another rustling sound, the wind rose in the forest, the mountains and fields quietly moved the 97 type *** in their hands, and the world in the doji was damp and gloomy. It was almost dark, and Shan Ye looked in the direction of the mountain bag, where there was a large red pine with a thick mouth, and the shaking was a little abnormal.

Yamano knew that the scorpion was probably impatient, the guy's movements had always been flexible, and although the Chinese in front fired several shots, he was afraid that even his skin was not scratched half. What is he anxious about? Shan Ye was a little helpless, the sky was not completely dark, and he had already fired a shot, so there was no way to move anymore for the time being, let alone leave. An impatient sniper is simply not qualified to go into battle, and Yamano believes that with the back road cut off, the last enemy is worried about how to deal with the current situation, and may soon be tempted to react.

Wait a minute...... With such poor resilience, is that the Chinese devil they are chasing really here? If the answer is yes, then what tricks is he playing?

The body of the gun suddenly stopped, and his eyes were taken away from the sniper scope. A cold and hard hunting sound came into his ears at this time, he subconsciously turned his head, and saw that in the forest belt less than twenty meters on the side, there was a gun holder covered with camouflage, and the tattered cloak behind the man was rolling in the wind, and he could vaguely recognize that it was the standard equipment of a Japanese sniper, even the rifle in his hand.

The setting sun had been swallowed up again by the cumulonimbus clouds, and the light in the forest belt was dim, but the man's eyes were surprisingly bright, as cold and cruel as a wolf. Shan Ye's whole person froze, maintaining a lying posture of aiming forward, and his thoughts froze.

Although this was the first time he had seen the true face of the other party's Lushan, he was almost certain that this was the devil they had been chasing all the way. Yamano couldn't be sure if the other party had been waiting here for a long time, or if he had moved from under his nose after the gunshot, and he couldn't believe that the second hypothesis really existed. At the same time, as if he was helping him, the man took a few more steps, and this time he could see his muddy chest and abdomen, and his bleeding knees, which had been worn out by the long crawling process.

The corners of Yamano's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted his opponent's impeccable sneak to come to his side and prepare to make a comment, but that didn't give him a chance. Ma Chenglong pulled the trigger, and the rifle trembled slightly in his hand. The young Japanese sniper tilted his head to the side, and there was an extra hole in the steel helmet that pierced it, and his eyes instantly lost concentration, and blood mixed with his brain trickled down his cheeks, and he lay motionless on the ground.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the band, piercing the silence that had been maintained for so long. Crippled five woke up from a grogginess, subconsciously touched his neck, the bullet of the Type 38 rifle pierced through his eyes did not hurt the trachea or artery, although the bloody touch was scary, but he had almost no major problems except dizziness and nausea.

The lame five realized that he had picked up a life, and on the other side, Chen Yueyang was also stunned after grinning and touching his teeth...... The shot fired by the devil from behind, the bullet actually hit the marching kettle on his body, and after piercing the kettle, it was only shallowly embedded in the flesh, and half of it was exposed. Chen Yueyang was afraid for a while after pulling out the warhead, if he didn't think the kettle was in the way when he was crawling, and hung it behind him casually, he felt that he should have arrived at the Naihe Bridge at this time. This kettle is an American product he gave, made of stainless steel, Chen Yueyang likes to be solid with things, he is not too heavy, he didn't expect that the ghost sent God to save his life.

After night completely fell, Ma Chenglong went up the mountain bag and found that it was empty. The ropes tied to the trees on the edge of the cliff pass proved his suspicions, and these devils could be said to be all good hands, and although he had just killed the quick gun, he could not easily get up anyway.

Three Chinese soldiers, each of whom had experienced a life-and-death crisis, soon got together and set out on their way home, deep in the dark jungle, a tall and lanky Japanese soldier hiding in the thorn bushes, his face twisted and waiting for the night to get deeper.

After the scorpion carried back to Yamano's corpse, Kimura didn't say a word for half an hour. He just sat beside Yamano, his burly body inversely proportional to the latter's thin physique.

The sub-heights were not calm, and although the Chinese troops had suspended their offensive, the Japanese soldiers up and down let their heavy footsteps run through the entire bunker. Tonight, the Lameng garrison will make some moves, and the various members of the Kimura squad have heard it before, and Jin Guang Shaozo ordered the communication troops to contact the defensive positions in Songshan, and asked all units to transfer small forces at the same time at midnight to attack the heavy artillery positions of the Chinese army and the front-line command post at night.

The ammunition reserves of the garrison have been exhausted, and there is no way to use the means of night attack again. The headquarters of the 56th Division has made it clear in the telegram that there will be no support of troops, and even the last airdrop of supplies will have to be decided on a case-by-case basis, after all, the Japanese army's air power in Burma is limited now, and there are more important tasks that require pilots to sail.