Now that they knew that there were Japanese snipers, Zhao Zhi's battle plan before they certainly needed to be revised. Several people squatted together and discussed. In the end, Zhao Zhi decided to transfer the scouts back, and cooperate with the riflemen to lock on to the Japanese snipers first, and then use the shells to directly kill them.

"Sir, I've contacted the valley" Zhao Yan, who had been in charge of the communications of the direct company, reported a good news. 's hoarse voice came out of the walkie-talkie, and Zhao Zhicai really let go of his hanging heart. The crossing of the jungle was 2 days late, and coupled with the time delayed in Ledo at first because of the 112th Regiment, Zhao Zhizhen was afraid that would not be able to hold on and surrender, after all, it was not the first time that foreign troops surrendered to the Japanese army on the battlefield in Burma.

Now that he has contacted, Zhao Zhi has a new idea in his mind. "Dike, I'm Zhao, how many prisoners do we have?"

"Oh God, now you still have time to ask what kind of captive" on the other side wailed, complaining to Zhao Zhi. Since the Japanese army besieged the valley camp, has not slept well, and there were originally 6 or 700 people under his command, but the Japanese army attacked the canyon and lost 200 people. Zhao Dahai saved his brother and took part of it again, and now he only has more than 100 American sappers in the expeditionary force and the engineer company left.

", listen to me, there are Japanese snipers in the middle of the surrounding hills, and the number is unknown. Our artillery can't go up for the time being, so we can't rescue you. I want you to change the captives into our old uniforms, give them some damaged rifles, and drive them down from the top of the hill to attract Japanese snipers, you know? ”

was silent for a while, and then said faintly, "Zhao, you are really a devil, fortunately we are friends"

After arranging the detailed steps, Zhao Zhi called Uncle Guo and Goat a few people, "The plan is like this, Goat, you take the scouts to search the area outside the high point and look for Japanese snipers." Machete, you take your people to the high point, cooperate with your uncle's people, and lock on the lurking Japanese snipers. After drove the prisoners down the mountain, the Japanese snipers in the middle of the mountain were handed over to his uncle to deal with. The machetes retreated, so that not a single prisoner could escape into the Japanese line."

"Old cannon, old cannon," Zhao Zhi called out to the old cannon, "You will take your bazooka and follow the path of the goat to the canyon, and I will give you another 30 submachine gunners and 10 garands." The number of Japanese soldiers in this group is too right, you can't stop them here, you just need to take back the canyon, don't force yourself with the Japanese army"

"Edward, after clearing out the Japanese snipers, the selected high point will be handed over to you. I want to crush the Japanese mortars to cover the impact of the infantry battalion" Edward nodded heavily after listening to Zhao Zhi's arrangement. Zhao Zhi arranged the battle plan in a big way, ignoring Ye Tian who was standing beside him, but Ye Tian didn't react, and he acquiesced to Zhao Zhi's plan.

There was still an hour left when he agreed with, and Zhao Zhi ordered the troops to start moving. In the envious eyes of the soldiers of the infantry battalion, the guys of the direct company rushed to their set goals with their own powers, and they were not in the slightest sense of panic.

The machete jerked up its hand, and the scouts and snipers behind it quickly dispersed and crouched down, each raising their guns and looking around. They were nearly halfway there, and the machete had sensed a hint of an anomaly, but they didn't know where the anomaly was. "Uncle, something is wrong" The machete retreated and whispered in Uncle Guo's ear. "Yes, I feel it too, there should be a little devil nearby" Uncle Guo held a sniper rifle and observed the surroundings with a sniper scope.

Sure enough, Uncle Guo found something wrong more than 100 meters away from them on the west side. After calling the riflemen to whisper a few words, Uncle Guo asked the machete to withdraw with the scouts, this kind of long-distance engagement, scouts who are good at hand-to-hand combat are not needed. According to the orders of the uncle, the riflemen spread out in groups of three, using various covert means to hide themselves. From a distance, it would not have been thought that there would be dozens of gunmen hiding here.

Miura's body had begun to stiffen, he had infiltrated here before dawn, and the people on the top of the mountain were very well defended, and Miura, who had not found a chance, had to lurk. He was flanked by three snipers, all of whom served in the same unit as Miura.

In the sniper scope, he observed the top of the mountain and found no movement, but Miura knew that in a place where he could not see from the sniper scope, at least dozens of soldiers were waiting for him with guns in their hands. Pursing the corners of his mouth mockingly, Miura slowed down his movements and took out a rice ball from his arms, which had been under his arm for more than two hours, and the rice ball had become a little warm. Miura learned from an old sniper that he could use his body temperature to eat warm food and drink not-so-cold water while lurking and waiting for his prey.

Taking a bite of the rice ball, Miura wrapped the remaining rice ball tightly with a clean blade of grass and threw it at Taro on the left. Sure enough, Taro was there, and Taro, who received the rice balls, made a thank you gesture to himself. Taro and Miura are fellow villagers, and Miura and Taro's brother are good friends, and Miura, as the captain, will of course take care of Taro like a younger brother.

Miura led a sniper squad of 20 people, all selected from the 18th Division, gathered together to teach sniper tactics by instructors returning from Germany. Miura's squad played a decisive role in last year's battle with Gu, for which Miura was summoned and commended by the division commander.

This time they were going to carry out a special mission, but they were left here by the continuous rain, and they received a request from the garrisons in other places to temporarily help them attack the camp in the valley. The rain was not too difficult for the snipers, but the boxes that came with the car could not be transported for the time being. In exchange, Miura and they helped the garrison capture the valley, and the garrison would send someone to help Miura transport the wooden boxes.

Looking at his watch, Miura yawned boredly, there are still 2 hours to attack the better with the garrison, when Miura's sniper team will take advantage of the chaos to attack the top of the mountain, use long-range accurate shooting to suppress Taniguchi's Shina troops, and provide support for the garrison to capture the valley. The clouds cleared, and finally the sun appeared, and the sun shone warmly on his body, reminding Miura of the sunshine of his hometown.

There was a sound of insects in his ears, it was Taro, and Taro pointed in the direction of the top of the mountain. Miura smiled knowingly, and several steel helmets appeared on the top of the mountain, which were American-style steel helmets with rope nets on them, which were not easy to reflect in the sun. "Are you coming?" Miura took a deep breath, his gaze began to deepen, and his index finger rested on the trigger.

"Da Da" Two tongues of fire suddenly pierced through the top of the mountain, which were machine gun fire. "Stupid, can you hit someone at such a big angle?" Looking at the raised muzzle of the machine gun from the sniper scope, Miura couldn't help but chuckle. The steel helmets that appeared on the top of the mountain suddenly began to grow taller, and ah, it was a dozen guys in American military uniforms who were rushing down with rifles in their hands. Miura couldn't help but sigh for a moment, what's wrong with the Chinese people? Do they want to send these men down the mountain to fight? Or do they already have no hands at all?

"No matter" Miura's finger on the trigger was pulled down, and the "Bah" gunshots rang out, and among the crowd rushing down from the top of the mountain, one of them had already fallen heavily to the ground with open arms. The corpse that fell to the ground slid down the muddy water for a while before it came to a complete stop.

Miura, as the captain, had already fired, and Taro and the others were not far behind, and they shot one after another, and the blades of grass with flames from the muzzle of the guns flew away. After just one round of shooting, the crowd that rushed down all fell, but the two machine guns on the top of the hill did not stop, and they were still firing blindly. Miura carved a heavy mark on the butt of the gun with his saber, and he already had 24 positive ones on the butt, and the 25th one was still three pieces away, and each scratch represented an enemy that Miura had killed.

Miura raised the butt of his rifle at Taro and showed him his record, but Taro's head was lowered and he didn't see Miura's movements. Haha, Taro is shy, is it because of his bad record or because he didn't hit the target just now.

Miura pinched a little tobacco and stuffed it into his mouth to chew, a spicy taste went straight to his head, and the whole person immediately became much more awake, so that he could drive away the drowsiness and keep Miura in the best state.

Miura, who was stimulated by tobacco and regained his energy, turned his head to look at Taro again, ah, no. Taro's head was still hanging down, and he didn't move at all, just like he had just done. What happened? Miura knows that although Taro is young, he usually trains hard and is never lazy, but why does he keep his head down, is he sleeping?

Miura turned the muzzle of the gun and looked at Taro through the sniper scope, but Taro's fingers on the trigger were still tightly clasped and did not let go of the trigger. Could it be that Miura moved the muzzle of the gun, and sure enough, in the sniper scope, he could see that Taro's eyes were open, and Miura couldn't help but shiver, and a voice in his heart kept shouting the same sentence----Taro is dead.

Hurriedly retracting the rifle, Miura didn't care about concealment, and ran towards Taro with his waist bent, he wanted to see what was going on, and he must know what happened to Taro. Just as Miura's hand was on Taro's body, Miura seemed to hear a gunshot, and a sharp thing instantly penetrated his waist and abdomen.

"Ahh Miura didn't care about the fallen rifle, and touched the wound on his waist and abdomen with a trembling hand, it was a penetrating wound, and the bullet had already pierced Miura. Judging the extent of his injury, Miura no longer bandages the wound in vain, this kind of injury has no hope of life at all, why waste time and energy. Miura struggled to half-kneel and turned over Taro who was lying on his stomach with trembling hands.

Sure enough, as Miura expected, Taro was shot, and the shot came from the side and pierced Taro's neck. Blood flowed down the butt of the gun into the grass beneath his body, and it was no wonder that Miura couldn't see it. Using all his strength, Miura took Taro's body in his arms and wiped the blood stains on Taro's face with his sleeve. Taro is only 18 years old, he is the youngest of the sniper team, Taro at this age, who should have studied in school, but died here, just 10 meters away from Miura.

Miura's blood was bleeding very much, his vision had become blurred, and he suddenly saw several figures walking towards him. "Taro, wait for me, I'll come," Miura muttered, raising his head and trying to look at the person standing in front of him with wide eyes. "Please, give me a shot, give me a shot" Miura tried to squeeze a smile on his face, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a large mouthful of blood flowed out.

"Dog, help him" Before Miura closed his eyes, he heard a voice. "Thank you," Miura said in Chinese in his heart, in fact, he could speak Chinese.

/AUT