Purposeless random killings and targeted targeted sniping are two completely different concepts and two ways of playing.

If he was alone, of course Shen Chen could be free and did not need much information support; But now his individual actions are to be subordinated to the collective, in the service of the overall plan.

And the way that can make China suffer fewer losses and win more victories in the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression is not actually Shen Chen's marksmanship, but his experience, the advanced experience of later generations.

This includes many aspects, including advanced operational theories and a deep understanding of the Japanese.

Of course, Shen Chen was subtle, trying not to act too shocking and unbelievable.

After eating, Shen Chen seized the time to rest, slept soundly and deeply, accumulated physical strength, and waited for the battle.

And just when he was sleeping, the pillar who went out to reconnoiter saw the weirdness and ruthlessness of the plainclothes detective team.

The pillar took two local team members and the underground traffic officer to the head, and after receiving the information, he left the village and prepared to return to the station.

There is a small forest outside the village, and then there is a relatively open field, and the pillars do not feel that they need to go far, and the dark light in the middle of the night is no problem to pass directly through the path.

But at this moment, the pillar suddenly noticed a dozen figures in front of him, sneakily walking down the path.

The pillar was shocked, secretly thinking that this was by no means a good person, and hurriedly signaled the team members to step back. One of the team members was impatient and suggested, "Let's fight!" Hit and run! ”

"No, get back into the woods!" The pillar said briefly but firmly.

The three of them crouched down into the woods, hiding in a dense place, fingers on the bolt, listening to the movement.

After a while, I heard footsteps and the creaking of stepping on the snow. Then, a man with a male duck's voice whispered: "It's weird, I saw a few figures just now, why did they disappear in a flash?"

A cow-like voice muffled and said, "Maybe it's still ahead, and then it's going forward." Be careful, you might get a gun! ”

The dead grass and thorn bushes on the left and right made a rattling sound, and they were very close, and the pillars and others nervously hooked the bolt. The enemy was close at hand, and he groped into the distance.

The pillar did not let his guard down, he did not move, and the team members did not move, just waited quietly.

For a long time, the sound sounded again in the tree on the left, and the enemy who was secretly ambushing could not bear it, and retreated with a curse.

Exhaling a long breath gently, the pillar frowned.

It turned out that it was relatively safe to operate at night, whether it was reconnaissance or walking. But now, the night seems to have taken half of these cunning detectives.

These spies, from their clothes to their speech, are like local croppers in their hometowns, pretending to be ordinary people, and they are very deceptive.

And this plainclothes detective team, which was organized by Matsumoto, was formulated in response to the repeated attacks on the occupied areas some time ago.

The plainclothes detective team consisted of about 100 people and was divided into five squads. During the day, they rest in the stronghold, and at night, they run around like a group of night owls.

Moreover, Matsumoto paid close attention to the covert actions of the detective team, and most of them did not take the suspension bridge from the stronghold; Sometimes at night, he would also ask the detective team to use a ladder to secretly climb through the blockade ditch.

When approaching the village, no guns are allowed, and they sneak into the village to reconnoitre; Do your best to hide yourself until you notice something suspicious.

Because, after research and reconnaissance, Matsumoto came to the conclusion that the guerrillas operated at night and often changed places to rest.

Therefore, he set a strategy for the plainclothes detective team to follow and pursue.

Sometimes plainclothes detectives take the most clumsy but very reliable method, which is to lie down in an open area or on both sides of a path for a long time, looking around.

If they spotted a figure of activity, they quietly followed in the hope of finding a place where the guerrillas were stationed.

Guerrilla against guerrilla, this is Matsumoto's strain technique.

In the early days, the plainclothes detectives disguised themselves and disguised themselves as a result of brutal retaliation against many people who sympathized with and helped the guerrillas, causing great confusion and fear among the masses.

There are no immutable tactics, only continuous development and adaptation to changes in the situation.

It's a foot high, and the magic is one foot high; It's a foot high for the devil, and a foot high for the road. Both sides are trying to find a way to win, and if one move fails, they will change their tactics again, and they will never passively accept defeat.

"These spies are really hateful, and on the way back, they ran into two gangs. Damn*, if he hadn't found it early, he might have let them touch it. The pillar grinned as he stroked the freshly bandaged wound and spoke resentfully.

Zhao Tie narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering the various situations that the pillar said.

It seems that although there are some precautions, there are still flaws and deficiencies. Plainclothes detectives are now the biggest obstacle to the guerrillas' movement in enemy-occupied areas, and they cannot be attacked without crackdown.

But in order to crack down, it is necessary to find out the pattern of the actions of the detective team, and in this regard, intelligence is obviously insufficient.

Moreover, when Zhu Zi and the others exchanged fire with the plainclothes detective team, they had already lost the secrecy of the team's infiltration. Now that it has been exposed, the original plan to do a big operation has to be changed.

"Huang Ren, the president of the maintenance association of Xiaohuang Village, is very arrogant with his brother in the detective team." Zhuzi was still telling the information he had gotten, "This guy is urging food and money for the devils, forcibly recruiting women for the devils, and forcing the people to dig blockade ditches in the cold." If you can't complete the workload, you will be fined and beaten......"

Huang Ren can be said to have done all the bad things, and he is innocent of death. These bad deeds were relayed by the pillar, which made Zhao Tie feel that he might take this guy under the knife.

Now that Huang Ren's approximate rules of activity had been provided by the local cadres, Zhao Tie turned his gaze to Shen Chen.

Shen Chen didn't need Zhao Tie to speak, so he nodded lightly to him, indicating that he could take action.

The devil wants to be killed, and the traitors and puppet soldiers must also be killed, not to mention Huang Ren, who has done a lot of evil.

Of course, Shen Chen felt that it was not enough to kill one Huang Ren. If you can take the opportunity to lure the detective team over and deal a heavy blow to it, it will be considered a good start.

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The sun was slowly rising, and wisps of cooking smoke rose from the small yellow village on the side of the blockade ditch, and as usual, it ushered in another early morning.

Shen Chen held up the binoculars and carefully observed the opposite side. It can be seen that every mile or so, there is a wooden shelf erected, and on each wooden shelf, there are ordinary people who have been forced by the enemy to monitor the movement, day and night.

As depicted in the movie, when an abnormality is discovered, a gong must be sounded and shouted, and a dereliction of duty is a head. And the dog traitor Huang Ren has to come to inspect twice a day in order to flatter his master. It is not only to show loyalty to the master, but also to satisfy his psychology of being a fox and a fake tiger.

Time passed minute by minute, and Shen Chen finally saw the approaching figure and heard the movement.

Getting closer and closer, what appeared in Shen Chen's field of vision was a group of ordinary people with tools, and behind the common people were four members of the maintenance group with big guns on their backs.

The fellows wore crooked hats, some with cigarettes in their mouths, and followed behind a guy riding a donkey.

That's right, it was Huang Ren, who wore a fine fur hat and a gloomy face like a purple eggplant bun, like a red-eyed mad dog that had broken out of its cage.

"*, keep your eyes open for Lao Tzu, if you let people go, Lao Tzu will let the wolf dogs of the imperial army tear you alive." Huang Ren raised his head and scolded the people who were in charge of monitoring the movements.

The common people didn't say a word, or swallowed their anger, lowered their heads, and didn't even dare to look at this beast.

"Damn*, you're dumb, make a noise!" Huang Ren's mood today is not very smooth, and his mood is not too good.

"Smack!" The sound of the gun was crisp, and the majestic Huang Renxiang was slammed into a stick and planted off the donkey's back at once.

The four regiments were taken aback and panicked as they picked their guns from their shoulders. The people in charge of monitoring were also dumbfounded, holding wooden sticks and pestles on the shelves, and even forgot to knock the gong.

"Smack!" Shen Chen shot unhurriedly, and one of the regiments fell on his back, twitching weakly.

Shots rang out, and the other two regiments returned fire on their stomachs on the ground; The gong struck a few times, and the common people climbed to the ground on the wooden shelf, holding their heads in their hands, lying on the ground and trembling.

"Smack!" Dealing with these regiments, Shen Chen has an absolute advantage, and one regiment is lying on the ground with a head full of dirty blood.

"Smack!" The gunfire continued, and the last guy lying on the ground could not escape this ruthless killing.

After sniping several traitors in a row, Shen Chen and Yu Baogen slowly retreated, not in a hurry to escape.

In the plan, it would be ideal if you could lure out the enemies in the nearby strongholds, preferably the detective team.

Therefore, Shen Chen's attachment to love and war at this time is not ruthless paranoia. But killing these traitors who did all kinds of evil gave him a cathartic pleasure.

Who is the master of life here and now? It's heaven, no, it's me, Shen Chen.

In the crosshairs, the splattering of flesh and blood brought by the bullets has both a dazzling effect and a psychological enjoyment.

Life and death are only between the fingers, and a gentle pull of the plate can determine the life and death of a person, which is really a pleasant and satisfying feeling.

As for devils and traitors, Shen Chen has the same hatred, and he is just as ruthless when killing.

Traitors, this ugly group, were active in the thirties and forties of the twentieth century.

They are either greedy for power and wealth, or they are forced by the pressure of external powers and have to become pawns at the mercy of powers.

However, it is difficult for the strong dragon to suppress the head snake, because the person is not familiar with the land, the power must also have the time to win over and use the head snake, and even give them a considerable status and reward a considerable amount of wealth.

But putting aside various reasons, traitors are a group of national scum who fight for the tiger.

Whether it is to support one's family, or to get promoted and make a fortune, it is unforgivable to help foreign invaders persecute and kill their own compatriots.

And when Shen Chen was in Shanghai, he almost became a paranoid murderer for a while, and he could even be called an addict.

When it comes to addicts, most people think of those who have yellow muscles, high cheekbones, and blank eyes.

But if you define it precisely, the addict is not so narrowly defined. It can refer to a person who has a hobby that does not control himself.

For example, smokers, alcoholism, etc., and can even include pathological homicidal maniacs who are addicted to murder.

Shen Chen loved killing at the time and regarded it as a kind of enjoyment. The bullets were fired, the blood flowers bloomed, the death of one blow, and the control of life and death, which undoubtedly gave him great pleasure and great satisfaction.

This sick psychology may have ruined him, but he realized it in the end and got rid of it. Now, this psychology is very beneficial to him.

Because, the sniper is not a paranoid murderer, but a killing machine that flashes in the dark in an instant, and it is an unpreventable death.

It didn't take long for Shen Chen to see a group of enemies hurrying over. They are all wearing military uniforms, there are a few devils, more of them are the Imperial Army, but there are no guys from the plainclothes detective team.

Shen Chen thought for a moment and instructed Yu Baogen to arrange the trick mine, but he found a good position and stretched out the muzzle of his gun.

Although the detective team did not appear, there was a fly in the ointment. But the devil and the Imperial Association are also good targets for killing, and killing one more is also a result.

Besides, if you make a lot of noise and chaos, you might lead the detective team out!

The enemy arrived at the scene of the killing, surrounding several corpses to analyze and judge. There were also a few Imperial Allies who went to greet the people who had fled in all directions to ask for the exact situation.

In the eyes of the enemy, there was no one in the two or three hundred meters outside the blockade ditch, and the murderous gunman must have attacked at close range, and then had already fled.

Of course, they didn't know that a killing god who could shoot targets from a long distance was staring at them coldly.

"Smack!" Gunfire erupted in the silence.

A Japanese devil was shot in the head, and the bullet burst out of the back of his head, and blood and bone fragments were splattered.

His head tilted back, then unsupported and fell to his neck, followed by his body and legs, which lost their strength as if they had been evacuated, and collapsed.

Shen Chen pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, if anyone saw his facial expression, they would definitely be surprised by his calmness. As if nothing had happened, he calmly pushed the bomb and loaded it.

The enemy was in chaos, and a few devils were the first to react. They lay on the ground with a swift and standard movement, exposing only their eyes and a small point of their heads, and fired in the direction of the gunshots, looking for suspicious targets to fire.

Shen Chen didn't move, and only showed his eyes, coldly observing the enemy.

At this distance, his eyesight, his marksmanship, has surpassed that of the Japanese devils. Moreover, he also has a good camouflage, and there is good cover around him, so you don't have to worry too much about the devil finding him and shooting him in the head.

The chaos of the Imperial Allied Army lasted for a while, and only then did they stabilize their position under the constant rebuke and command of the devils, and show their loyalty and obedience with blind shooting.

As the minutes passed, the guns gradually stopped. The enemy began cautiously and then aggressively.

Just when the enemy thought that his opponent had fled and was safe, a bullet flew quickly, and before he could hear the gunshot, a devil fell to the ground.

The devil didn't die right away, he was shot in the abdomen, moaning and writhing in pain on the ground.

Shen Chen moved his position slowly and covertly, and there was no trace of pity in his eyes. Because, this is the effect he wants, to be precise, he needs this injured devil to be in his shooting range.

"Siege the corpse and send reinforcements", or "surround the wounded and send reinforcements".

Shen Chen is becoming more and more ruthless, more and more ruthless. The wounded devil's struggles and wails did not stabilize his gun in the slightest.

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