For a day and a night, machetes and goats with two teams of scouts had been lurking in this forest, only a mile away from the Japanese army. Uncle Guo's snipers have long since left the scout team, and the goats can only contact them by walkie-talkie, and the devil knows where the elusive snipers are hiding.

He has not received Zhao Zhi's order, and the goat, which has always been steady, is also a little anxious, and since yesterday evening, the gunfire on the other side of the mountain has not stopped. There was a loud noise at night, and the explosions of mortars and mines were heard clearly by the scouts. Knowing that their own troops were insufficient, the scouts were as anxious as if they were scratched by cats, but without Zhao Zhi's order, they had to lurk honestly.

"Say, why haven't you been ordered to come over there?" The blacksmith lay on the side of the goat and kept clamoring, and the angry goat twisted his body and moved to the side to keep himself away from the blacksmith. "Head, the order is coming" The foot soldier who was far behind rushed over with an excited face, "The commander told us to attack freely and knock out the Japanese mortar positions and their baggage before noon"

The goat slammed the dirt beneath him, and it was finally the scout's turn. After some discussion, Goat and Machete each led a team of scouts to move separately, outflanking the front and rear and taking the Japanese mortar positions first. Edward's calculations of the Japanese mortar bombardment on the ridge had already determined the general location of the Japanese artillery position, and the specific location was left to the scouts themselves.

This area is mostly hilly and hilly, but there are far fewer dense woods, and finding Japanese artillery positions in such terrain is as easy for scouts as it is to train in peacetime. Less than 2 hours after escaping from the hiding point, news had already been transmitted from the machete side, and the mortar position of the Japanese army had been found.

The mixed Japanese brigade had 24 mortars of different calibers, and set up an artillery position on a small hill one mile away from the mountain position. The hill is only a dozen meters high, but it is flat on all sides, and it is impossible to carry out a sneak attack in such terrain, which is the main reason why the Japanese army placed mortars here.

"What to do? If you fight hard, the casualties will be very large," the blacksmith began a new round of clamour. The grass around the hill was so short that even if the scouts were dressed in their usual thatched clothes, they would not be able to get close to the bottom of the hill. It was more than 500 meters from the hill, and Bazooka couldn't get that far, and he was dumbfounded when he had thrown his heavy mortar on the hill by the goats and didn't bring it.

"Why don't you call Uncle Guo over and see if the sniper can get there?" The goat now has no choice but to put his hope in the hands of his uncle. It's just that he himself doesn't have much confidence in the snipers, after all, this distance is too far, even if he kills a few Japanese gunners, it won't be enough for the Japanese army to lose too much.

The goats could see clearly through the binoculars that the Japanese garrison at the hill had a squadron of more than 200 people. There are only two scout teams on his side, and the number of them is only 30, and the comparison of one to seven makes it completely difficult for the goats.

Half an hour later, Uncle Guo rushed over with his snipers, only 20 people, and the rest remained on the ridge. After carefully observing the terrain, Uncle Guo said lightly that there was no problem, and led his snipers out on the grass. The snipers carefully placed the rows of bullet bridges in front of them, and each bullet was carefully selected to ensure that they could shoot farther, more stable and more accurately.

Uncle Kuni observed the Japanese troops on the hill with a scope, and the circular lens with crosshairs swept over the faces and finally landed on the face of a lieutenant. This Japanese army was composed of almost a squadron, and the commander was a lieutenant, and at this time the crosshairs stopped in his face. The Japanese lieutenant in the sniper scope was waving his arms vigorously and yelling at his soldiers, his expression extremely angry, and his lips quickly opened and closed.

"How? Will it work? The blacksmith was a little anxious, and kept asking the uncle with the sniper rifle, their position was 600 meters away from the Japanese army, and it was impossible to see it clearly with the naked eye.

"Shut your mouth, don't make any noise" Uncle Guo's face was hidden under the grass circle on the steel helmet, and his eyes were calm and cold. He enjoyed the sensation, and the sight in the scope was his whole world, and the rifle was like a part of his body, allowing his senses to extend beyond the usual unreachable distances.

A "bang" gunshot, the Japanese lieutenant in the sniper scope was stunned, and his expression was suddenly sluggish. The Japanese soldiers on the hill watched in amazement as their commander threw himself forward, a bloody hole still appearing in his head, and the splatters were red and white.

"How? Is it hit? The blacksmith forgot what Uncle Guo had just admonished, and began to make noise again.

"Hit a lieutenant" Uncle Guo's voice was flat, and he quickly pulled the bolt to withdraw the empty cartridge case, the barrel was still flat, and his eyes did not leave the scope. With the sound of Uncle Guo's gunshots, the snipers fired a shot in unison as if they had made an appointment, and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers on the hill fell.

"Good" has been using binoculars to observe the hill goats excitedly slapping the grass under him, he didn't expect that the snipers under Uncle Guo would be so accurate, 500 meters away, still full of accuracy. If the fight continues like this, as long as there are a few more rounds, the Japanese troops on the hill will be exhausted.

The snipers only fired three rounds before the Japanese troops on the hill reacted and began to attack in formation and pounced in the direction of the gunfire. A second lieutenant took over the command of the dead lieutenant, and the discipline of the Japanese army was evident, the commander was killed, and everyone automatically obeyed the command of the highest-ranking person in the ranks, and so on, until the last man remained.

"Alternate retreat" Seeing that the Japanese army was strong, Uncle Guo ordered the snipers to cover the retreat alternately, keeping a distance of 300 meters from the Japanese army. At a distance of 300 meters, as long as the Japanese army did not use machine guns, grenadiers and mortars, the snipers had nothing to worry about.

"It's good to come" early with the goats hidden on the side of the Japanese army's pursuit route, and saw the machine guns and grenadiers in the Japanese formation, these weapons that can threaten the snipers, which must be resolutely knocked out in the first place. The two bazookas that the scouts had brought down the mountain were carried on their shoulders, targeting Japanese machine guns and grenadiers.

"Open fire" With the goat's order, two rockets dragged a long tail flame and pounced on the Japanese soldiers who had just pursued down the hill. "Let's go, let's go" Without waiting for the explosion to sound and not bothering to see the results of the bombardment, the blacksmith and a few scouts carried Bazooka all the way to the next launch site. The tail flames of the rockets had already revealed their hiding place, and if they stayed in the same place, they would have been blown to pieces by Japanese mortars sooner or later.

"Boom" and "boom" exploded, and the rockets exploded in the Japanese formation, and the fireballs enveloped the machine gunners and grenadiers in the middle of the formation. In the shrapnel splash, the invincible machine gunners and grenadiers fell to the ground one after another, and those who were lucky enough to be killed were killed at the first time, and those who were slightly unlucky were pushed by the blast and broke their bones and tendons, and they were rolling and wailing all over the ground covered in flames.

"Fire" moved to a new ambush point, and the blacksmith they fired two more rockets. This time it was a rocket fired in a panic, and it didn't have the effect of the time just now, but it hit the flank of the Japanese army, knocking down a few Japanese soldiers who were a little less lucky. "Fuck," the blacksmith cursed in annoyance, and the scouts carried Bazooka to leave.

"Hide, hide," a scout shouted and knocked down the blacksmith, the sound of mortars still breaking through the air was still heard in mid-air, and the Japanese artillery on the hill had locked onto the blacksmith's position. A beautiful mortar salvo, at least 20 mortar shells of different calibers pounced on the blacksmith them, such a dense bombardment could not escape at all, the best thing to do was to hide in place, it depends on whose luck is better.

"Blacksmith, they're finished" The goat, who had already rounded back to the side of the hill, clutched a handful of thatch tightly, and his eyes were full of blood, and he had seen the bombardment in the binoculars just now. The area where the blacksmith had just now was completely covered in gunsmoke, and it was difficult for anyone to survive such a dense shelling.

The Japanese squadron defending the hill had been led down the hill by Uncle Kuni's snipers, and now there were only a few dozen gunners and baggage soldiers left on the hill, and the goats had dived less than 300 meters from the hill. With the strength and speed of the scouts' feet, it only takes a few tens of seconds for them to rush up the hill.

"Ready" The goat wiped his eyes, the equipment on the slow organizer's body, for the sake of acceleration, the superfluous things had to be left behind, and he could only carry weapons and ammunition on his body. "Let's start" The goats were the first to crawl towards the hill, and the scouts behind them scattered one by one and crawled towards the hill, all of them with thatched clothes, and while the Japanese gunners were busy looking at the front, the scouts had to lurk until the nearest time before attacking.

The Japanese army chasing after the uncle was already crazy, and they were forced to go crazy. The marksmanship of the enemy who had retreated into the woods was so good that every time a shot was fired, a companion on his side would fall, and most of them were shot in the head, and the death was terrifying. He had already chased 5 or 6 hundred meters, and more than a dozen soldiers had been killed by the other side on his side, and he had not killed a single one of the opponents, which made the Japanese second lieutenant leading the team really unacceptable.

Fortunately, the opponent's direct-aim rockets have been killed by the artillery, otherwise, their own casualties would have been even greater. Just as the Japanese lieutenant was slightly stunned and cranky, a bullet flew through his head. "Again" Uncle Guo quickly put away his gun, turned around and left his hideout, and ran deep into the woods, this was the third Japanese officer he had killed today. /AUT