"Poof", "Poof", "Poof" The scouts who followed the goats in were all good at using knives, and with the light of the flashlights shining in from behind by their companions, the key point of the Burmese soldiers was a burst of stabs. Almost all of the stabs of the Burmese soldiers were in the throat, heart, and armpit, which could kill them immediately. The smell of blood in the fort was so strong that people began to vomit, and the goats stopped their hands, and all the Burmese soldiers were stabbed more than three times, and the uneasy goats still ordered to make up the knives again.

Zhao Zhi was a little anxious waiting at the bottom of the mountain, only to see the flashlight light flashing on the mountain, and immediately ordered the submachine gunners to rush up the mountain to meet the scout team. A figure immediately stood up on the grassland, and with the sound of whirring and treading water, the remaining dozens of people rushed up the mountain, and the sky was already a little white at this time, and the sky was about to dawn.

When Zhao Zhi rushed to the top of the mountain with the rear team, the goats had already cleaned up the Burmese soldiers in another fortress with the scouts. "Search again and see if anything has slipped through," the goat indifferently wiped the blood from a katana on a Burmese soldier's uniform. The goats were very satisfied with the raid of the scouts, and from the time the blacksmiths slid down the trench to the completion of the raid, that is, in ten minutes, all 34 Burmese soldiers stationed in the mountains were annihilated, and no one was injured or killed.

Zhao Zhi stopped a few belligerent scouts who were going to take advantage of the victory to directly attack Xinpingyang, and ordered everyone to go into the fortress or anti-artillery hole to bake military uniforms, wearing wet military uniforms was extremely uncomfortable. The bonfire was lit again, and the soldiers took out cans and roasted them on the bonfire, and the fragrance of the cans gradually diluted the smell of blood.

"Sir, I've contacted the old artillery, it's raining and the road is slippery, and they're still 5 miles away" Yan Shijun and the footmen squeezed into the fortress. The mountain cannon is too heavy, and the mountain road is not easy to walk, but now with the rain, it is certain to delay on the road. All the mules and horses have been assigned by Zhao Zhifa to pull mountain cannons, and supplies and supplies have long been carried on people's backs.

"Tell them not to worry, just rush here before lunch, tell Changmao and the sappers to hurry up and rest, and get me all the mines on the grass slope as soon as dawn, I can use it" Zhao Zhi felt on his body for a long time, and took out a cigar that was soaked in the rain from the pocket of his military uniform. "Damn" Zhao Zhi threw the wet cigar on the ground in annoyance, this was the last cigar he had left.

Uncle Guo, the "fool", glanced at Zhao Zhi, took a sapper shovel and put it across the bonfire, picked up the wet cigar on the ground and threw it on the sapper shovel. Uncle Guo skillfully shook the sapper shovel back and forth, and the cigar that was still wet was roasted and mist, "I usually see that you are a smart person, why are you dumbfounded" Uncle Guo touched the cigar on the sapper shovel, felt the temperature, and kept hurting Zhao Zhi in his mouth.

"Hehe, it's raining" Zhao Zhi laughed with a hippie smile, since he received the order from the headquarters to advance to Xinpingyang, Zhao Zhi had something wrong. If Zhao Zhi's usual approach was followed, the direct company should slow down and wait for Ye Tian's remnants to meet before attacking Xin Pingyang. However, after Zhao Zhi received the information, he made a desperate bet, and insisted that the direct company take Xinpingyang alone, and the soldiers only knew to obey the order, and only the doglegs discovered Zhao Zhi's abnormality.

When Zhao Zhi learned that Xinpingyang was holding dozens of prisoners of the expeditionary force, his heart became a mess, and he didn't dare to think about how those captured robes would be treated. Zhao Zhi had only one thought in his heart, to try his best to take down Xin Pingyang and rescue the imprisoned robes, but after capturing the second wave of captives and learning that the robes had been sent to Meng Guan, Zhao Zhi's heart was completely messed up. He didn't know what he should do now, even if he took Xinpingyang now, as long as the Japanese army counterattacked, he couldn't hold Xinpingyang with his direct company alone.

Before the assault on the mountain, Zhao Zhi began to panic, the lives of hundreds of brothers were in his own hands, once the order he gave was wrong, the direct company would be attacked by the Japanese brigade frantically. Uncle Guo, who has always been sharp, obviously saw the struggle in Zhao Zhi's heart at the moment, and just talked about the cigar, wanting to relieve Zhao Zhi's pressure.

"Damn, anyway, Lao Tzu's life is also picked up, I'm afraid it won't solve the problem, let's see" Zhao Zhi took the cigar handed over by Uncle Guo, looked around at the brothers laughing in the fortress, his eyes were warm, and he felt much more down-to-earth. It's still the same old way, if you can't beat it, Lao Tzu will retreat into the jungle, and Lao Tzu will drag you to death in the forest.

The sky gradually brightened, the rain had stopped, and the rising sun had already shone all over the mountains, which lifted the mood of the guys in charge of vigilance. Long hair and the sappers took advantage of the bright day, so they poured down the grassy slope early to clear the mines, and the old artillery they also needed a mountain artillery position, and if the mines were not cleared, the mountain artillery could not be carried up the mountain.

Zhao Zhi rubbed his sore eyes and walked out of the fortress, the smoke from the bonfire was too big, and Zhao Zhi's head hurt from the smoke. The ridge was still wet, the ditch was filled with mud and water, and a few scouts were digging a drain. The vigilant guys all wore Japanese military uniforms, and spread out their original American-style military uniforms to dry on the mountains. The goat, who was sitting on a rock, half-squinted and didn't know what he was thinking, the blood on his face had not been wiped clean, and he looked a little cold.

Uncle Guo pulled Yan Shijun to lie on a big rock, and was using a telescope to observe the terrain below the mountain, the dog was lying on the side and wiping his sniper rifle, and the parts of the gun were spread on the ground. There was silence all over the mountain, except for the sound of digging in muddy water and dogs assembling rifles, everyone was quietly doing their own thing.

"There is a situation" Uncle Guo and Yan Shijun, who had been lying on their stomachs, retreated, "There is a team of people below, I don't know if it is the Japanese army or the Burmese soldiers?" There are more than a dozen" Uncle Guo stuffed the telescope to Zhao Zhi and used his fingers to guide Zhao Zhi. Zhao Zhi gestured to make the people on the mountain scatter and hide, but he stepped onto the stone where Uncle Guo and they were lying down just now.

Sure enough, a group of soldiers appeared in the telescope, walking towards the mountain. As soon as the rain stopped, the mountain road was slippery, and the soldiers were not walking very well, and they were always stumbling on and off. "It's the Burmese soldiers, tell everyone to hide, there are Japanese soldiers in uniforms to stay outside, Lao Tzu wants to capture them alive" Zhao Zhi looked at the group of soldiers under the mountain with a telescope, the corners of his mouth were wickedly raised, and he pulled out an arc, but there was a murderous aura in his eyes.

The side of the mountain facing the new flat is also a gentle slope, but it is not covered with grass like the front slope. The back slope is a gentle slope with soil and rocks, the angle is not large, there is not much grass and trees, and there are mostly gravel and thorns and weeds. More than 40 meters from the top of the mountain, there are many fewer weeds, and it has become a mess of large and small boulders. The scattered soldiers of the direct company hid behind these boulders, ready to take down the Burmese soldiers at once.

"It's really damn rubbing, just this virtue is still here to send you to death" The dog held a thatch in his mouth, and looked at the stumbling Burmese soldiers below from the sniper scope, his face full of disdain and murderous intent. The soldiers of the direct company had been hiding for half an hour, and the Burmese soldiers had not yet reached the top of the mountain, and the anxious dogs were secretly scolding.

"42" Zhao Zhi counted the number of people with a telescope, plus the dozens killed last night, even if it was a third of the Burmese squadron, more than ten minutes had passed, and the ghostly Burmese soldiers were finally less than 20 meters away from the top of the mountain, and Zhao Zhi could see their faces without a telescope. Just when Zhao Zhi raised his hand to give the order to attack, a sudden change occurred, and the Burmese soldier who walked in the front like a small leader sat on a stone.

"Damn, what's the trick you're playing?" Zhao Zhi stared at that guy tightly, but the small Burmese leader who was stared at by Zhao Zhi was leisurely fanning the wind with a steel helmet, it turned out that this kid was tired of walking and resting. Seeing this, the other Burmese soldiers also gathered together in twos and threes, squatting on the stones, smoking, chatting and drinking water.

"Don't wait, it's too late, let's do it" Zhao Zhi's eyes flashed, and the crossbow arrow in his hand had already been shot, and the target was the little leader. The little boss who was taking out a lighter and lighting a cigarette felt a flash in front of his eyes, and a sharp pain came from his body, and he still had a crossbow arrow pierced in his chest.

When the lurking soldiers saw Zhao Zhi shoot a crossbow arrow, they all detained the crossbow machine one after another, and there was a pop sound, and the Burmese soldiers who had not yet woken up arrived in the next piece. "Press up, press up" Throwing away the steel crossbow, Zhao Zhi picked up the sapper shovel beside him and rushed down the mountain first, and the scouts who were already hiding behind the boulder also rushed out with long knives.

The sword flashed, the blood was raging, and more than 40 Burmese soldiers were shot out by a single round of crossbow arrows, and when the others reacted, the scouts with their long knives were mixed with them. The blacksmith and a few submachine gunners thought that the bayonet was too short, and each of them carried a 38 rifle and used it as a mace, and the butts of several boys were broken. Zhao Zhi wanted to raid Xinpingyang, but he couldn't let the gunshots go off, once the gunshots were heard by the Burmese squadron in Xinpingyang, the raid would turn into a strong attack, and Zhao Zhi was troublesome.

"Get out of the way" Uncle Guo shouted, and led the riflemen to hold steel crossbows with changed arrows, which was a salvo at the Burmese soldiers who were still resisting. According to the rules of the company, the snipers are not qualified to participate in the stabbing, they are all long-range firepower, just provide cover.

Seeing that looking for the other party was so crazy, the surviving Burmese soldiers rushed to find a hidden place, but they had already been surrounded to death, and they could still flee there. While the riflemen were changing their arrows, the blacksmith and his men pounced again, and bayonets, stones, butts, and everything that could be used were smashed at the Burmese soldiers.

Many people have seen hunting, but no one has ever seen a prey that does not run away or hide, at this moment the soldiers of the direct company are hunters, and the Burmese soldiers are like prey, prey that will not hide or escape, just hugging their heads and shrinking into a ball of desperate shouting but not knowing the prey to fight back. One by one, Burmese soldiers were pierced through the body with long knives and their heads and cheeks smashed by the butts of their rifles. The guys in the direct company were covered in blood at the moment, and their eyes were full of killing intent, staring at their prey like hungry wolves, pounced and desperately bitten and bitten until the prey fell, and then replaced the next one. /AUT