Chapter 204 Raid on the Japanese camp

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? The camp of the search team was in a sparsely wooded, half-stone mountain, and there was a mountain spring as large as a sea bowl hidden in a cave, which was enough to ensure the camp's daily water. As long as the water source is still there, and the materials temporarily placed in the cave are still there, even if the camp is attacked, Kasashita is not afraid, not to mention that there are more than 100 heavily armed Burmese soldiers left in the camp.

Less than two hours after they left, there were no more people in the camp, and the sweltering afternoon heat made everyone hide in their tents. The mountain was already sparsely wooded, and the noon sun was very poisonous, so the Burmese soldiers who hid in their tents laughed and quarreled for a while, and then went to sleep.

Two Burmese sentries lurking under a large tree were also a little sleepy, and their place was in the northwest corner of the camp, which was relatively high enough to enjoy the slight breeze. The breeze with the scent of wildflowers was comfortable, and the two sentries leaned against each other with their rifles and dozed off with their eyes half-closed.

In a trance, as if he heard a soft sound, the older Burmese sentry on the left opened his eyes and looked around, and saw that there was nothing unusual, so he muttered a few words and closed his eyes again and continued to nap. There was a breeze under the tree, and soon the two sentinels were really asleep, unaware that danger was approaching them, and if they opened their eyes at this time, they would find that several piles of weeds only a dozen meters away from them were strangely slowly approaching them.

The two soft sounds of "card" and "card" suddenly sounded, which was the sound of a dead branch being trampled off, which was a common alarm method used by Myanmar locals who had lived in the mountains and forests for a long time. When these Burmese locals camp in the jungle and mountains, they will set some small traps around the camp with some dry and easily broken dead branches, as long as a beast is close to the camp, those dead branches will be inadvertently trampled and make a sound, and the sleeping people will be awakened.

The older Burmese man was the first to open his eyes, and before he could see clearly, his body sitting on the ground turned sideways to one side. Another Burmese sentry leaning on him suddenly lost what he was leaning on and fell directly to the ground, with a soft cry of "ouch", he was also woken up by pain. The older soldier who dodged sideways was already half-kneeling and holding his rifle to his chest, but his fingers hadn't yet caught the trigger. There was no time for the two of them to make any more movements, only to hear a few sounds of "collapse", "collapse" and "collapse", and a few crossbow arrows were shot out of the weeds like lightning.

In an instant, the bolts were nailed to the heads of the two Burmese sentries, nailing the soft military caps on their heads directly to their heads. Without waiting for the two people killed by the crossbow arrows to fall to the ground, the piles of weeds that shot the crossbow arrows quickly took a few steps forward, and covered the bodies of the two Burmese sentries.

A bare Burmese sentry came out of the tent, rubbed his eyes and walked to the big tree next to the tent to pee. The Burmese soldier was so annoyed that he shook the urine sticking to his hands and bent down to grab some grass from the grass to wipe the urine that had splashed on his hands.

As soon as his hand grabbed a few grasses, and before he could break the grass with all his strength, he heard a "collapse" sound, and a bright light flashed in front of him, and a crossbow arrow had been inserted into his chest. The Burmese soldier reached out and grabbed his chest and rolled to the ground, opened his mouth wide to call for help, but it was too late, a big hand covered his mouth, and a bayonet sharper than a crossbow arrow cut his neck deeply, and a large amount of blood loss and lack of oxygen made him lose his strength in an instant, and the whole person collapsed on the ground like a soft-footed shrimp.

"Damn, this *** urine is really sassy" Long Mao wiped his face angrily, he was wearing a thatched coat just now under the tree, and was drenched by the Burmese soldier's urine. Originally, Changmao didn't want to make a move, but the luck of the Burmese soldier was really bad at home, and he even went to wipe his hands with the thatch on Changmao's body. The machete hidden behind Long Hair could expose Long Hair like this, so he simply shot the crossbow arrow in his hand, and Long Hair had no choice but to cut off the Burmese soldier's neck.

Longfur cursed in a low voice and dragged the body of the Burmese soldier behind a tree and hid it. Fujiwara Xiang chased all the way with a team of scouts with machetes, because it was to block the back of the Japanese reinforcements, so Long Hair also came with 2 sappers and 20 mines. This is in the middle of the mountain, and there are not many trees and shrubs, so only the old men who are directly subordinate to them are the long hairs and machetes hidden around the camp.

Long Fur cut the Burmese soldier's neck with a bayonet, and everything was silent, and the Burmese soldiers left behind in the camp did not notice anything unusual. After waiting for a few minutes, seeing that everything was still silent in the camp, Longhair gestured to the machete behind him, and slowly ran out of the big tree. Less than 5 meters away from him was a tent where the Burmese soldier who had come out to pee had just lived.

The long-haired cat walked a few steps to the tent, slowly squatted down, and made a cut in the tent with his bayonet. Long Mao looked inside from the opening, this tent was not big, it was full of 6 people, and the remaining 5 people were all stripped naked and lying on the ground covered with military blankets sleeping fragrantly.

Longhair snickered and turned back to the machete and gestured to them, motioning for the others to come and help. Several figures quickly rushed into the tent, and after half a sound, a "poof" and "poof" sound sounded rhythmically in the tent, and a thick smell of blood emanated from the tent. The curtain of the tent was opened, and a hand stretched out, and the small mirror in his hand shone brightly against the sun. Before the hand holding the mirror retracted into the tent and left, I saw a group of people hula coming out from behind the big trees, in the cracks in the stones, and among the bushes in the middle of the mountain, and came straight to the tent.

"What's going on?" The first old cannon to get into the tent choked on the smell of blood, and swallowed the rest of the words hard. The five Burmese soldiers sleeping in the tent had their necks slit, and viscous blood sprayed everywhere, except for the machete's body, which was clean, and the other scouts who followed the machete were covered in blood.

"You guys don't have a lot of weight here, you see, look, this good thing is full of blood, and it's strange that the rich man doesn't pick your skin when you go back" didn't care about greeting with the machete, and the old cannon scolded with a box of Japanese cigarettes that had just been turned out. The new scouts were not sure to start, the knives were fierce, the blood in the necks of the Burmese soldiers was splashed everywhere, and the cigarettes in the old gunners had already soaked in blood, and they couldn't ask for it.

"Go back, I'll pay you a box" The machete rarely threw the old cannon a roll of the eyes, making the old cannon shut up. The scouts hidden in the middle of the mountain entered the tents one after another, and the tent, which could only accommodate 6 people, was full of more than 20 people. The machete was a job arranged by Zhao Zhi, so he and Lao Pao led a team of people to follow Fujiwara Xiang to find out where she was going, and to be reported to the supply point at any time. But the old cannon has always been very bold, and when he saw that he had taken away almost all the Japanese troops, he instigated the machete to take the Japanese camp on the mountain first.

No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, and the supply point has already laid a trap for Kasata, and when the time comes, the machete team will just block the back road and pick up other people's leftovers. Now that they know that the nest of the Japanese soldiers just now is here, once the Japanese troops hit their heads at the supply point and break their blood, then they will definitely run back here. After thinking about these machetes, he directly agreed to the old artillery's plan without saying a word, and then rushed to block the back road of the Japanese army.

"It's too slow to use a knife, let's just put a grenade, throw a few in a tent, it's fast and trouble-free" The old cannon hung a captured Japanese-style grenade on his body. Anyway, everything here can't be taken away, and the Burmese soldiers who stayed in the camp are all sleeping in tents, and the old artillery's proposal is really good, after all, the machete team still has to block the back road of Kasata.

"No, there's a cave over there, didn't the Japanese soldiers who left move out a lot of ammunition boxes from it, I guess it should be the place where the Japanese army hides supplies, the movement here is bigger, and the cave will hear it" The machete shook his head, obviously disagreeing with the old artillery's idea.

"Ball, let's just do this idea, we can't bring anything back, and besides, the little white face didn't say let us get things back, so we just burned it" The old cannon abandoned his beloved Bazooka this time and carried a flamethrower instead.

"Okay then" The machete lowered his head and thought about it, it was indeed like what the old cannon said, even if they got the supplies, they couldn't bring them back, "In that case, the old gun, you take a few submachine gunners to seal the cave, and a Japanese soldier can't let it out, if not, you can just set fire to the hole" The machete casually pointed at a few submachine gunners and followed the old gunner, and the huge oil tank on the back of the old gun was too conspicuous, too good to be used as a target.

A few minutes later, the old cannon, who had already crawled outside the entrance of the cave, sent back the signal with the small mirror he had with him, the machete took the lead, and the rest of the people came out of the tent in groups, scattered in groups of two. The machete glanced left and right and waved his hand, and the scouts, who had been waiting for a long time, opened their respective tents and slipped in. One person with a knife and one person with a gun on guard, it only takes a minute for a six-person tent to be cleared.

The scouts' raids had been smooth, with blood spilling from all the tents they had drilled through, and the Burmese soldiers who lived inside had their throats slitted with sharp knives. Fighting a war is a matter of life and death, as long as you can kill the enemy, who cares about the means used. The scouts did not take it lightly, some of them slit their throats with a knife, and some stabbed the Burmese soldiers who covered their mouths more than a dozen times, piercing people like a rotten sieve.

The old cannon was anxious to wait outside the cave, and he hoped that the Burmese soldiers in the camp would find the machetes so that he could try the flamethrower on his back. But several minutes had passed, and the camp was still quiet, and it was still calm at all. Looking through the binoculars, I saw that more than a dozen scouts who had turned into blood kept getting in and out of the tent, but not a single Burmese soldier appeared.

When cleaning up the last few tents, what the old cannon was looking forward to happened, the scouts who got into the tents have been covering their mouths, knives, mouths, and knives, and the scouts have become reflexive and doing mechanical movements, anyway, the Burmese soldiers in the tents are sleeping, touching their heads one by one, and as long as there is not much movement, they can't wake up at all.

He deserved a scout to be unlucky, he slaughtered 5 Burmese soldiers in a row, and when he saw that there was only one Burmese soldier left in the tent, he simply didn't cover his mouth and wanted to cut his neck directly with a knife. Unexpectedly, he accidentally stepped on the blood on the ground, slipped under his feet, and the long knife in his hand was a little off, and it slashed directly at the chin of the Burmese soldier. Under the severe pain, the sleeping Burmese soldier was suddenly woken up by the pain, this guy reacted quickly, directly pushed away the scout with the knife and wanted to grab the rifle next to him. The scout, who was standing on guard with a submachine gun, saw that the Burmese soldier wanted to grab the rifle placed beside him, so he shot directly without thinking, and beat the Burmese soldier into a sieve.

Now that the gunshots had been heard, the machete simply shouted and ordered the scouts to take their submachine guns and sweep towards the remaining tents. However, there were only a dozen people with machetes, and there were too many tents in the camp, and some Burmese soldiers were awakened and temporarily confronted the scouts with rifles.

Seeing that there was fire in the camp, the old cannon cracked and was happy, and now he had an excuse to use the flamethrower on his back. Without waiting for the Japanese troops in the cave to come out, the old cannon directly pulled the spray gun, and a scorching flame drilled into the cave. With a "boom", the small cave turned into a big fireball, and more than a dozen wounded Japanese soldiers stumbled out of the cave like fire ghosts crying wolf.

The stubborn Burmese soldiers in the camp were also suppressed in a corner of the camp by machetes and submachine gunners, and Long Hair and the sappers threw several grenades high, and after a series of explosions, the submachine gunners only charged against the smoke that had not yet dispersed, and the gunfire in the camp stopped. "It's all burned, don't leave anything for the little Japanese" The old cannon used a flamethrower to set fire everywhere in the camp, and almost all the supplies in the camp were burned by the old cannon in the cave, and the camp was naturally useless, and it was still burned out of sight and out of mind.

"Let's go, let's go with Lao Tzu to block the back road of Little Nichi" The old cannon waved his big hand, and jumped down the mountain with his flamethrower on his back, followed by the scouts. The camp was now full of corpses and a sea of fire, and the ammunition on the corpses was burned by the fire, causing a detonation, and the crackling moment was good, and when I was far away, I thought that there was a fierce battle here.