The night is deep, especially in enemy-occupied areas. There are no clouds in the sky, but people's hearts are always gloomy.

Yanagimura.

Early in the morning, the lights were turned off in each house, and only the compound of the maintenance association was still lit, and the sound of shouting and drinking could be heard inside.

The two figures quietly entered the village, hiding and avoiding, walking in the dark, until they reached the door of Zhao Laohan's house. Without knocking, they climbed through the adobe courtyard wall and hid under the window.

The people in the room were still asleep, whispering. Hearing the familiar voice, Zhao Tie's heart was hot, and he reached out and knocked twice on the window lattice.

"Who?" The voice in the room trembled.

"Mother, it's me, Tiezi." Zhao Tie lowered his voice.

There was a thump in the room, followed by the sound of shoes being put on the floor, and the sound of the door latching on the door.

Zhao Tie waved his hand and approached the door with his companions. As soon as the door opened, the two hurriedly dodged in.

There was still a faint fire flashing in the stove, and as soon as Zhao Tie stood still, Aunt Zhao's trembling hand touched his face, "Son, my son, it's really you!" ”

"It's me, mother." Zhao Tie covered his mother's hand and whispered to the wrinkled old face next to him, who was also surprised and was lit by the fire, "Dad." ”

Hey, Zhao Laohan answered, and there was a glimmer of crystal light in his eyes.

The window was blocked with a broken quilt, so Aunt Zhao lit the oil lamp and looked her son up and down carefully to see if it was enough.

"Wow for the kids to stutter!" Zhao Laohan sighed and reminded.

"yes, yes!" Aunt Zhao hurriedly got up, smiled apologetically at the pillar, and said, "Sit down first, and you'll have a meal in a while." ”

"Auntie, I'll help you cook." The pillar stood up with a smile, but was stopped by Aunt Zhao and sat down.

Zhao Tie's eyes swept away, the room was still so simple, even more dilapidated, but there was a tablet on the table against the wall, which was carefully identified, but it was his real name "Zhao Mancang".

Zhao Laohan also noticed his son's gaze, and explained helplessly: "Now that the armor is strict, if you don't come back, there will be some rumors, Wu Mazi is the head of the village, so he wants to cheat some money, saying that you are the eighth road, and that our family is a resistant." There was no way, so your mother and I found a distant relative, saying that you died outside, and sent back a crockpot and set up this tablet. If you're afraid of bad luck......"

"What's auspicious and unlucky, it's good to be able to fool devils and traitors, it's auspicious." Zhao Tie didn't care, but said apologetically: "Dad, it's my son who has caused trouble to your second elder, and my son is not filial!" ”

Zhao Laohan sighed and waved his hand, and said, "In addition to being frightened, you are actually fine outside." If you're at home, can you be angry with devils and traitors? Repair the turret today, dig a deep ditch tomorrow, go and get beaten and scolded is a trivial matter, and if you don't get it right, you will lose your life......"

Zhao Tie nodded, frowning slightly, listening to his father tell all kinds of evil things in the enemy-occupied area, although this is nothing new, he has long known it, but he is still willing to let the old father complain and vent his anger.

"It's all about retribution, I didn't believe it before, but now I can't say it well." Zhao Laohan said as he spoke, and then talked about what happened recently, "The heroes in the mountains are not your people, right?" The marksmanship is really powerful, but it can toss the devils and puppet soldiers enough. ”

Picking up the cigarette pouch and pot, Zhao Laohan loaded the cigarette and continued: "Those two dogs in the watchtower of the Forbidden Mountain are often killed, and they don't dare to wander on the road. A few days ago, the devil's ass was also beaten on the avenue, and I heard that three died, but I didn't even catch the figure. ”

Zhao Tie's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Dad, what else have you heard about the heroes in the mountains?" Why did it suddenly pop up, and there was no sign of it before? ”

"Who knows?" Zhao Laohan shook his head and said: "Maybe he is a master hidden in the people, but he really can't stand the anger of devils and traitors, so he reappeared in the rivers and lakes." ”

Zhao Tie smiled, knowing that his father loved to listen to book reviews the most, and this idea was also based on the heroes in the book reviews. What is hidden in the folk masters, what is out of the rivers and lakes, but he doesn't believe it, and even the pillars laugh.

At this time, Aunt Zhao walked in with the food and beckoned, "Take a bite first, and then make something good tomorrow." The dogs in the village are a scourge, whoever comes to the family, who gets up at night, and finds a reason to extort. ”

Millet porridge, corn tortillas, and radish pickles are indeed not like meals for entertaining a long-lost son, but at that time, they could only succumb to the environment, and they were not so particular.

Zhao Tie and the pillar crossed the mountains and mountains, lurking, hiding, and stealing through the blockade, and they were indeed hungry. The two of them were not polite, and they devoured the food after serving it, and they finished it in a while.

"Son, can you stay a few more days when you come back this time?" Aunt Zhao couldn't help but feel sad when she watched her son eat, put away the dishes and chopsticks, and asked tentatively and expectantly.

Zhao Tie paused and said, "Mother, my son has a task, so he can't stay at home all the time, but he can come back to see you from time to time." ”

A little disappointed, but Aunt Zhao still squeezed out a smile and nodded.

………………

The mountains and forests were dark, and under the dark clouds, the heavens and the earth seemed to merge together.

A hint of coolness swept across the back of his hand, and Shen Chen just moved his eyes slightly, realizing that the small drop of water on the back of his hand was melted by snowflakes.

And so the snow fell. The light snow fell from the sky when there was no wind.

The snowflakes were a little timid, and then lightly seemed to have lost their weight, one, two, three...... It fell on Shen Chen's head and body, and seemed to hover in front of his eyes for a moment, and then fell gently.

Shen Chen pursed the corners of his mouth, but still didn't move, and searched the woods, weeds, and stones in front of him more and more cautiously.

After sniping the three devils, Shen Chen stopped moving, he guessed that the enemy would definitely make a move, either into the mountain to search, or arrange around several watchtowers in the forbidden mountain.

A lurking sentry is probably the easiest way to think of it. The puppet army is probably incompetent; Devils, stoic and skilled in shooting, are the biggest threat.

Based on this judgment, Shen Chen spent several days and nights carefully circling in the mountains and forests, but he did not rashly approach the watchtower and the avenue.

From afar, he was observing, he was searching, he was wearing down the patience of the devil, he was confirming his guesses.

Finally, a flicker of a seemingly nonexistent figure allowed Shen Chen to confirm his judgment and determine a new tactical play.

The duel in the dark, for Shen Chen, is a bit of confidence.

That's right, in addition to marksmanship, "Night Eye" is an ability that others don't have. As for what night vision devices, is that a high-tech thing that little devils can have?

Despite the cheating of "Night Eye", Shen Chen still did not dare to be careless. He was deeply touched by the combat effectiveness of devils, especially marksmanship.

According to the requirements of the Japanese Army at that time, every Japanese soldier had a shooting textbook in his hand, and every third soldier had to have a "top marksman".

The so-called "excellent shooter", according to Shen Chen's estimation and judgment, should be able to ensure a certain hit rate for the chest target of 300 meters, at least seventy percent of the target.

This distance, compared with Shen Chen's current sniper skills, is not advantageous. What's more, Shen Chen also has the assistance of "night eyes".

The wait is so boring and unbearable, when the snowflakes are falling, gradually covering the mountains and forests, time is passing minute by minute, and the battle of patience is not over.

Private Fujisawa lay motionless in the bunker, which was well camouflaged, both concealed and well vised.

But he became more and more anxious, different from Shen Chen's freedom to sleep when he wanted and come and come whenever he wanted.

Fujisawa and another senior soldier were selected for the mission, and three days had passed, and although they were on duty in turn, the mental and physical exertion was very great.

The attackers will not come tonight, and if they do, they will not escape their eyes; The top marksman of the Imperial Army, the gunner of a branch will never be an opponent.

As the best Imperial soldier in the country, how can he compare his perseverance and tenacity to the people of China......

This is how pride, self-confidence, and psychological slackness arise unconsciously, but Fujisawa doesn't know it, he doesn't know that his opponent has come, and he won't know what kind of ability his opponent has.

The enemy's point is my point. This term, which is commonly used in Go, also applies to war. The sniper position chosen by Fujisawa is quite good, and it is precisely because of this that Shen Chen pays special attention to it.

The little light reflected by the lens when Fujisawa looked around with the telescope, the snowflakes that shook off his head when he turned his body, and the fleeting heat coming out of his mouth......

The gun was slowly rolled out, so light that the snowflakes on the gun did not fall, and his fingers buckled on the plate machine, Shen Chen had completely determined the enemy's position, and waited for the enemy to show his head again.

Fujisawa rubbed his hands vigorously in the bunker, moving his legs and feet, the snow came suddenly, and his preparation was a little inadequate.

How can the enemy come on such a snowy day, how can they approach in a white environment? He looked at his watch, there was still more than an hour before the changing of the guard, it was really difficult!

Picking up the binoculars again as a routine, Fujisawa poked out of the bunker with his disguised head, not just the head, but even the neck and the small half of the chest.

This was a bit lax, but Fujisawa didn't care, because the camouflage of dead branches and weeds in front of the cover body covered most of the exposed parts.

"Smack!" The bullet that had been gathering for a long time shot out of the chamber of the gun, and through the dead branches and weeds, it struck Fujisawa diagonally in the chest, and the bullet crossed and rolled unbalanced as soon as it got in, shattering countless alveoli and tearing several blood vessels.

Fujisawa fell backwards, his eyes wide open, shocked, with an incredulous look, and blood foaming from his mouth and nose with every breath.

The wheezing became weaker and weaker, and with a tilt of his head, this battle-hardened old devil finally died in this snowflake-dancing land.

The long-awaited gunfire echoed in the mountains and forests, and it also alarmed the senior soldiers who had already gotten up, were sorting out their belongings, and were preparing to go to the bottom of the mountain to take over the guard.

"Got it!"

Yamashita was quite confident in Fujisawa, and he would never believe that a well-constructed camouflage would be recognized, let alone that Fujisawa had been killed with a single shot.

He grinned, with a grin, no matter how many attackers there were, they must have been shot dead by Fujisawa by now.

That's right, that's it. Fujisawa's luck was really good, and the three-day wait finally came to a perfect result.

There was no movement after the first shot, which further confirmed Yamashita's judgment.

Since he didn't believe that in a well-camouflaged bunker, Fujisawa would be killed with a single shot; Even if the attackers weren't killed, or if there were several, wouldn't Fujisawa continue to shoot?

Thinking of this, Huo Ran got up at the bottom of the mountain, quickly packed up his ropes, quickly got off the watchtower, and ignored the flattering puppet army, and rushed into the night where the snowflakes were flying.

……………

The joy that the success of sniping brought to Shen Chen is needless to say, for him, every sniper is his own glory, and he is one step closer to the expected road of life.

But he was also calm and sensible, and although believing that he had indeed hit the enemy, he waited two minutes before cautiously approaching the enemy's cover from the side.

The snow has fallen heavily, and at first it was still small snowflakes falling like catkins, but now they are clumps and fluttering.

Shen Chen saw Fujisawa's corpse, with a thin layer of snow on it, and a dark dampness on his chest, which was the blood that flowed out and the snow that melted.

Just as he was about to climb into the bunker, Shen Chen suddenly raised his ears and stared into the distance with his vigilant gaze. In the wind and snow, a figure is running from far and near.

The mountain shook his head vigorously, and the snow on the steel helmet fell. The temperature was not too low, and the snow seemed to be a little drenched, and it seemed to be sticky when it fell on his head and body.

There was a bunker in front of him, and Yamashita suddenly felt a little strange.

It stands to reason that Fujisawa should have seen himself at this distance, and if he managed to kill the attacker, it seems that according to his temper, he should laugh and tease, such as "Yamashita-kun, you're late!" "That's the case.

But—

"Smack!" The gunfire rang out at the moment of hesitation at the foot of the mountain, and the bullet penetrated into the chest of the mountain, and he heard the deadly gunshot.

Yamashita glanced down at his chest in severe pain, blood gushed out, and his strength was quickly drained, and his legs weakened and he knelt down.

Struggling to look up, he saw a vague figure standing in the wind and snow ahead, opened his mouth in vain, and fell down the mountain.

……………

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the wind blew again, and the wind wrenched the snow, covering the sky and covering the branches of the trees, and covering the mountains and forests.

Wearing a devil's cotton coat and a raincoat outside, Shen Chen walked unhurriedly in the wind and snow with all the seizures.

There is no need to hide your whereabouts, the snow will quickly hide all traces.

Binoculars, bullets, gold tickets, watches, two sticks and three eight large lids, a small bag of sugar, a small bag of biscuits......

The harvest can be regarded as rich, in fact, only the telescope is what Shen Chen urgently needs. If it weren't for it, he wouldn't have ventured close to cover after sniping Fujisawa, and he wouldn't have happened to kill Yamashita who was rushing to kill him.

Luckily, there's a little bit of it! Shen Chen does not deny the element of luck, nor does he think that Lady Luck will always favor him.