Zhao Zhi and the others threw off the team, marched all the way, and finally arrived at the place separated from Xinpingyang before dark, which was a terrain of mountains mixed with grasslands, and Zhao Zhi and them were hiding in a depression under the mountain range at the moment.

The two bunkers on the mountain ridge can be clearly seen in the telescope, which is estimated to be due to the lack of materials, and the bunkers on the mountain ridge are not like the steel plate roof with round wood and cement built by the US military. It was just a simple chicken nest made of rocks and logs, and the machine gun on them had a muzzle large enough to drill a person into, and such a thing could be destroyed with a single rocket.

"Rest and eat, wait until the evening" Looking at the sunset that was about to set, Zhao Zhi turned over and leaned against a bush. All the way to the march, everyone's physical strength can no longer support the attack immediately, or take advantage of the fact that it is not dark to recharge first. The soldiers were scattered under the mountains, eating compressed biscuits or napping with their eyes closed. The Burmese soldiers on the mountain ridge were already having a meal, and the smell of rice drifted down with the mountain wind, causing everyone to drool for a long time, and one by one they lost their spirits.

The sky finally darkened, but Zhao Zhi still leaned back against the bushes and closed his eyes to recuperate, without the slightest tension before the war. "What's the hurry? Wait a minute" Zhao Zhi, who was woken up by the dog, raised his eyes and glanced at the mountain, it was just dark, and the Burmese soldiers stationed on the mountain had already lit a bonfire, and they could still see the Burmese soldiers walking back and forth.

Zhao Zhi was waiting, he had to wait until most of the Burmese soldiers stationed on the mountain ridge had fallen asleep before he acted, and he didn't want to joke with his brother's life. In this kind of terrain, the attacking side will already suffer, once the machine guns in the mountain fortress fire, Zhao Zhi, who is attacking from the back, will be suppressed on the grassland on the slope of the mountain. As long as there are more than a dozen riflemen with excellent archery skills on the mountain range, Zhao Zhi and them will completely become meat on the chopping board, and they will be cut with others.

Click, click, there were a few lightning bolts in the night sky, Mom, it's going to rain. Zhao Zhi immediately came to the spirit, this is really whatever you want. As long as it can rain, under the cover of the sound of rain, the sound of marching will not be discovered by the enemy, and Zhao Zhi's grasp of the surprise attack on the mountain range will have a few more chances of victory.

"I'll climb up from here in a moment, and follow the terrain we looked at during the day until we touch the hillside. You can't go into the bushes, you can only crawl slowly over the grass, and you have a night to touch the hillside before dawn. Zhao Zhi left the submachine gun on his body behind him, raised his hand and bent his arm to draw a direction, "Goat, you are in front with scouts, and Uncle Guo is following me with riflemen, you must occupy the commanding heights to stabilize our battle line, and the submachine gunners will follow me when they come out."

"Go" Zhao Zhi waved his hand, and the scouts who came out of the guard lowered their bodies and rushed out into the night. The dogs and several of them also flattened their guns, and followed Zhao Zhi out of the trench. A few bits of starlight in the sky had been obscured by the clouds at some point, and the black and swarthy hands in the field could not see their fingers, and only the phosphorescent light behind the steel helmets of the scouts who came out of the field could be faintly visible.

Just walked out of less than a few dozen meters, the sky had already begun to drizzle, Zhao Zhi looked up at the sky, it seems that God is still quite helpful. Turning back and glancing back, the soldiers in the trench had all turned out and were gathering towards their side.

The riding line of the mountain range is more than 400 meters away from Zhao Zhi's place where they are lurking, and the whole terrain is a gentle slope of 60 degrees. "Danger, danger" The goat at the front made a dangerous gesture in succession, and the crawling team stopped. "Call Longfur and the sappers to come up" came back from the front, and the goats and scouts found a mine in the pasture, which was on the route of Zhao Zhi and their journey.

At the end of the team, Longhair climbed to the front of the line with a few American sappers, and with the help of the long grass on the slope, Longhair was the first to lie down in the grass, carefully tied on the ground with a bayonet. He and a few other sappers were to find a way up the hill with the most primitive means for the infantry. The sappers spread out wide, 6 or 7 meters wide, so that the teams behind them could be safe enough.

There was a noticeable pause in the "ding" of Longhair's movements, and his bayonet had already touched a hard object in the dirt. Taking a few deep breaths to stabilize his pounding heart, Longhair gestured behind him, and then a sapper crossed Longhair and continued to explore his way. The sappers used solitaire to shorten the time for mine clearance and pathfinding, and the mines that could be avoided were marked, and they were lined up if they couldn't get out of the way. Obviously, Longhair didn't intend to get rid of the iron guy in front of him, so he pulled out a branch with leaves from his waist, stuck it on the edge of the mine, and then buckled the mine with his steel helmet, and continued to crawl forward.

As the sappers advanced, the soldiers lying on the hillside began to crawl slowly forward, stretching upwards towards the mountain. There is no way for the sappers, and if they still have to clear mines, they should not expect to attack by night. Now the most important thing is to mark the mines that are found, and when there is time, turn around and deal with them, and open a way for the follow-up troops.

Time passed minute by minute, and with the efforts of the sappers, Zhao Zhi and them were only less than 50 meters away from the top of the mountain, and the hands on Zhao Zhi's watch were already pointing at 4 o'clock. There are only 2 hours before dawn, and the remaining 50 meters are not a problem, the rain has been falling, everyone's bodies have already been soaked, and they have been lying on the grass for several hours, and everyone is shivering and blue from the rain. The Burmese soldiers stationed in the mountains also retreated into the fortress and did not come out, and it is estimated that they will go to Mengzhou Gong again.

Lying behind the scout squad were all submachine gunners, each of whom had only 2 magazines, and the excess was already unloaded. There shouldn't be too many Burmese soldiers on the hills, and 30 submachine gunners are enough to clean them up. The sappers in front stopped again, no more mines had been found in front, and the sappers were making a final search just in case.

It was only less than 30 meters away from the top of the mountain, and with a wave of Zhao Zhi's hand, the goat rushed up with the scouts like ghosts. They were all holding long knives, and it was best for Zhao Zhi to plan not to shoot, and he had to surprise the enemy for no reason. The main task of a dozen scouts is to take out the enemy sentries, but in this situation, there should be no sentries.

Wiping a handful of rain from his face, the goat slowly pulled out the katana on his back and touched the mountain with his waist. On the mountain ridge, there are not only the fortresses that Zhao Zhi saw, but also several communication trenches, there are no people in the trenches, and weapons and ammunition are not visible, and it is estimated that they were also moved into the fortress because of the rain.

After a few gestures, the goat led a group of scouts towards the two forts, and the other scouts slowly descended into the trench with long knives. The Japanese army liked to dig anti-artillery holes in the trenches the most, and in order to avoid Burmese soldiers hiding in the anti-artillery holes, the goats needed to search the trenches first. The scouts who went down to the trench were led by a blacksmith, and there was already a lot of rain in the trench, and the slightest movement would make a loud noise, so everyone had to slowly search and advance through the trench step by step.

Just as he was about to turn a corner of the trench, the blacksmith who was walking in front stopped his figure, and the long knife in his hand was already pressed against his arm. "There is a fire ahead, someone is talking" The blacksmith was startled, and quietly poked his head out, and sure enough, there was an anti-artillery hole. At the end of the trench was lit only in the anti-artillery hole at the corner, and several Burmese soldiers were chatting around the campfire, presumably the sentries who should be on guard on the hill.

"Mother's" blacksmith swallowed and spat, and motioned to the scouts behind him to take out the steel crossbow, the corner was more than ten meters away from the anti-artillery hole, and the blacksmith If they wanted to take down the anti-artillery hole without being discovered by the enemy, they had to use the steel crossbow. The six steel crossbows were loaded with crossbow arrows, and when the blacksmith waved his hand, the scouts jumped out of the corner in unison and fired at the anti-artillery hole.

"Poof", "poof", "poof" The Burmese soldiers chatting in the anti-artillery hole were shot squarely by the crossbow arrows, but the two guys sitting in the innermost part escaped, and the crossbow arrows fired at them were blocked by the crooked corpses of their companions. "Poof" "Poof" Before they could come back to their senses and want to shout, several black shadows flashed into the anti-artillery hole, holding long knives and stabbing at them.

"Check it out, don't leave it alive" The blacksmith wiped a handful of blood splashed on his face, viciously mending the knife to the other Burmese soldiers who had been hit by the arrows. This is a surprise attack, you can't be merciful, if the wounded soldiers shout out and attract the attention of the enemy, Zhao Zhi's surprise attack plan will be wasted, and it will become a strong attack. From the time the crossbow bolts were fired to the time the wounded soldiers were mended, it took the blacksmiths less than a minute before and after, and they did not make any noise from the Burmese soldiers.

The goats lying outside the fortress had been waiting for the blacksmith to give a signal, and finally a few flashes of flashlight flashed in the trench, three long and two short, and the Burmese soldiers in the trench had been cleared. It was his turn, and the goat led the way to the fortress and slowly felt his way to the doorway. It was not yet dawn, and it was not clear what was going on on the mountain, so the goats did not dare to use their guns rashly, so they had to use the scouts' tricks ---- cold weapons.

Looking inside from the door opening of the fortress, the inside of the fortress is not large, that is, more than a dozen square meters. A heavy machine gun was mounted on the firing port in the direction of the pasture under the mountain range, and more than a dozen boxes of machine gun bullets were stacked next to the machine gun. More than a dozen Burmese soldiers were dozing in a heap, and an oil lamp hung on the wall, also barely shining.

The goat pouted, tilted its head, and the scouts behind him leaned on either side of the doorway. A gust of wind blew into the fort, and the goats poured into the fort with a few scouts, and the other scouts who did not enter used flashlights to light the fort to avoid accidental damage due to poor lighting inside. /AUT