The owner of this simple young man in the countryside with a little joy is named Xiao Luo, and the special operations team sent the little radish outside.

That's because his surname is Luo Bu, and his favorite food is also radish. When he was fine, the other soldiers either smoked or chewed beef jerky, but this one took out a white radish from his arms and ate it and played with it. I listened to him explain that this special hobby was because his mother didn't have anything to eat when she was pregnant with him, so she could only eat white radish to satisfy her cravings, and she was used to the taste of radish before she was born, so she became attached to radish in this life.

Of course, those who know him well have a tacit understanding when they talk about this, and they don't ask anything else. Because, in his life, he will never be able to eat the white radish stew that his mother made for him again. Xiao Luo was a little kid picked up on the road during the Great Wall retreat of the Independent Regiment during the Great Wall Retreat, and at that time, he was only 17 years old.

But he was alone. His father died early, and he was raised by his mother, but before he could marry a wife and have children to honor his mother, the Japanese called. On the way south, the Japanese troops passing by brutally machine-gun the Chinese refugees who dragged their families and did not want to be slaves, because they just wanted to see the embarrassed appearance of the Chinese fleeing from the bullets.

Xiao Luo's mother exercised her motherly responsibilities for the last time, blocking the machine gun bullets with her body, pushing Xiao Luo into the ravine and narrowly escaped.

Xiao Luo has liked eating white radish since then, and after meeting the independent group, he finally had something to eat. Those who know him well know that it is him, and he wants to find the last trace of his mother's taste.

This seventeen-year-old boy has never shed a single tear since he finished crying and telling his story, even if he fainted on the way to the assessment in order to enter the special operations team. If it is said that Tu once relied on tracking techniques to almost make Captain Yu crazy before he got into the special operations team, then this young man who likes to eat radishes relied on his nerves that were tougher than anyone else, trained in the recruit camp for three months, and participated in at least four assessments before entering the special operations team, surpassing 95 percent of the veterans.

And the reason why it is said is because of him, the third special operations team, which is not at the top of the combat power, that he has obtained this most important task, not because his combat power is the best in the special operations team, but because he is most familiar with the city.

The entire Separate Regiment, no one was more familiar with the city than him. The streets of the city, he can walk with his eyes closed. He can map any of the city's alleys. With him, the special squad has artificial navigation.

A year after returning from the Northeast, the Special Operators dispersed to various cities in northern and southeastern China to gather intelligence and learn to disguise themselves as ordinary people.

Xiao Luo, just in Shimen, was recommended to the bank by the Chinese Business Group, as a bank apprentice, known as Xiao Luo, who loves to laugh, and has lived here for more than a year. Until receiving the summoning order for the independent regiment to return to the regimental headquarters to prepare for battle, the people here did not know that the cute-looking Xiao Luo, who had quietly disappeared, had actually left at least 30 Japanese soldiers on his hands.

The brighter he smiled, the more devils died, and only then did he feel that his heavenly mother was also laughing.

Xiao Luo, who was lying on the roof of the two-story building, stared at the scope with his eyes on the scope, and a smile appeared on his round face. The building he chose was the one he had lived in for more than a year, and the street he had chosen could walk from the street to the end of the street even with his eyes closed.

The Japanese, as long as they walk into this street, never have to go out again. Especially after getting to this position.

I really want to take a bite of radish! Feeling the unique smell of white radish in his arms, which was not too clean and still had a faint earthy smell, his round eyes narrowed, and he pulled the trigger fiercely towards the target in the scope.

"Bang" a gunshot, the gunfire is not far from the battlefield that is in full swing 600 meters away, and it does not count.

But for Masao Yoshida, it was too terrifying.

In the city, there are enemies, does this mean that the Chinese have already attacked the city?

The worst thing is that the enemy's marksmanship is terrifying. After hearing the gunshots, he immediately made tactical evasions, threw himself forward and rolled sideways to the side of the street to find cover, and clearly saw someone under his command falling like a rotten log.

At a distance of 180 meters, a 6.5 mm caliber bullet passed through the throat of a person, piercing through the soft laryngeal tissues and shattering the fragile neck spine, and the head may still be conscious, but his body can no longer be dominated by the brain, even if it is a little finger, it will not fall like rotten wood, it is really strange.

For the Japanese army, it was not only the enemy's marksmanship that mattered.

When the Japanese soldiers were so frightened that they were about to dodge, the gunfire did not stop, and they fired four shots in a row, until the Japanese counterattacked one after another, and the light machine guns also fired, and the gunfire of the sneak attack stopped.

But the damage caused by those four shots was extremely great.

It doesn't matter if you're lying down or rolling in search of cover, in addition to the first unlucky guy, there are three people who were hit, two of them went to see Amaterasu without even screaming, one because he fell in time, but because it was too timely, he was hit in the back, it is estimated that the bullet broke the spine, the legs can't move, but the upper body can still move, and it is difficult to use the arm support to drive the whole body to cry and crawl on the fairly wide street.

That appearance is so miserable that people feel creepy when they see it.

Of course, this is secondary, and the important thing is that the enemy is too treacherous. The first target he aimed at was not the leader of the second lieutenant squad, but the reinforcement of one of the two grenadier groups in the patrol's baggage squad.

A grenadier group of two soldiers, one with a grenadier and one with a grenade on his back and as an observer, one of whom lost his life in the attack just now, while the other was still struggling to drag his lower body, which was no longer able to move, to crawl down the street towards the side of the street.

Even, in order to survive, the Japanese soldiers, who endured great pain, puffed out their eyeballs and strained their eyes, but they no longer cried.

This really requires a lot of tenacious perseverance!

But the Japanese soldier knew that all his companions had taken refuge on both sides of the street, leaving him alone in the middle of the street, and if he spoke out again to expose his target, the attacking gunner would naturally be the only one who could shoot him.

Obviously, the Japanese still underestimated their opponents.

For this kind of Japanese army, which has completely lost its combat effectiveness, how can the special forces trained under the special operations theory that Liu Lang has been leading for 80 years still be taken seriously? As long as he can't go back to the city to replenish the blue and blood, put it there, not only is there no threat, but it can also become a bait.

Whether it is China or Japan, one thing can be figured out, that is, they will not give up their comrades-in-arms easily. If you can abandon even your comrades who can help you defend your back, then you will not have any sense of security on the battlefield, because no one will dare to guard your back anymore.

Guns and comrades-in-arms are the most cherished by every soldier in addition to his life.

The same is true for the Japanese army, even if they have also done the act of hitting the air with a needle or even executing wounded soldiers with a gun after the war, but that is because of the lack of medical treatment and medicine, because they have to retreat after the defeat, the Japanese officers who were completely brainwashed by **** had no choice but to move.

On the battlefield, they will also do their best to save their comrades, especially if they also have grenades that can kill the gunner.

Yes, Xiao Luo's first target was not to choose the Japanese second lieutenant but to choose the Japanese grenadier group, because the grenadier was the greatest threat to him.

As a result, while the Japanese machine guns were desperately strafing and covering, at least two Japanese soldiers crawled towards this sad companion, trying to pull him to a safer place.

However, the next two gunshots made Second Lieutenant Yoshida close his eyes in pain.

The enemy is really too ferocious.

A soldier had just grabbed the wounded soldier's hand, and before he could exert his strength, a bullet pierced through the top of the steel helmet, and before he could say a word, his head drooped. The other man had just become alert and tried to roll and flee, but a shot followed him in the shoulder blade, and instead of being a shield against the bullet, the hard shoulder blade caused the bullet to roll, and the bullet that jumped into the shoulder socket shattered the collarbone and stirred it into a bloody hole the size of a teacup.

Suffering such a heavy blow, no matter how tough the nerves were, could not bear it, and the long and mournful howl added another touch of coldness to the cold street.

"Yaga! Machine gun cover, Yamada-kun and I took three people to cover with rifles, and the rest of the people, using the building, rushed over to kill him, and killed him for me. Yoshida Masao gritted his teeth and looked at the dark two-story building more than 100 meters ago, and gritted his teeth in order.

A machine gun team of two people, plus the Japanese second lieutenant and the four Japanese soldiers he asked for cover with rifles, a total of seven people, except for the six who were killed and wounded in the attack just now, the remaining seven people either moved along the street, or picked up the butts of their rifles and tried to smash open the door of the shop next to them, to see if they could find a way from the shop to the small two-story building of the bank.

In the face of such a sharpshooter, rushing through the wide street is undoubtedly asking for his own death. The so-called machine gun and rifle cover are actually not so effective. The six shots fired in a row from the rooftops and windows just now have proven that the enemy is extremely familiar with the terrain here.

This smash is a bit bad.

Xiao Luo deliberately set up a line of tripping thunder, placed on the wooden door bolts on both sides of the street where the Japanese army was attacked, did not push the door, nothing, as soon as the door was pushed, as the slender line made of wild silk like a fishing line was suddenly tightened, a hanging above the shop was on the top of the Japanese soldiers' heads, and some of the worn-out red lanterns suddenly burst open.

Where, but Xiao Luo, who loves to eat radish, placed four special steel ball grenades.

The Japanese army suddenly fell in pieces, including Second Lieutenant Yoshida, who was still gritting his teeth just now, but this time he didn't have many teeth. The second lieutenant, who was only seven or eight meters away from the source of the tripping thunder explosion, was hit in the face by seven or eight steel balls, and the back molars of his front teeth were smashed by a steel ball that jumped into his mouth at a rate of more than 100 meters per second.

The machine guns, which were still firing quite vigorously, were also dumbfired, and the steel ball mines, which were mainly anti-personnel personnel, almost covered an area of fifty square meters in the vicinity, and the two shooters were almost beaten into a sieve by the steel balls that fell from the sky.

To be precise, the sniper point specially set up by Xiao Luo left this treacherous mine almost helped him solve 60% of the enemy.

The five Japanese soldiers who survived by luck were mostly wounded, if not dead, and in such a wide street, without grenadiers or machine guns, they were faced with such an elite Chinese soldier, and their fate can be imagined.

But two minutes later, all resistance was crushed, and a patrol of 20 men was wiped out on the busiest street in Shimen, China.

One shot killed the Japanese decoy, who was already desperate and full of ashes, and killed mercilessly, Xiao Luo happily took out a radish from his arms and took a bite, this radish is really crispy and delicious.

And such a scene, on the way to the south gate of the Japanese army reinforcements, at least five more happened, the result was that the Japanese detachment that was caught off guard was completely wiped out.