Fu Zhiyong's military police unit has been rigorously trained by German special forces instructors, and the two-year special training period is not easy to survive, not to mention their skills, it is not comparable to ordinary elite infantry, otherwise they would not have been able to fight all day with the same Japanese army division with just more than 600 people.

Fu Zhiyong and the others soon passed through a field of wild grass with a length of 500 meters, the corpses of the soldiers of the national army were scattered everywhere, a considerable part of them were killed by enemy artillery fire, the originally green grass was full of dense craters, the scorched black turned up soil was everywhere, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood and an indescribable smell of burning.

Although the smell makes people feel a strong sense of vomiting, the large and small craters scattered also provide more favorable conditions for Fu Zhiyong and their sneak approach, but their hearts have to bear extremely heavy pressure, after all, the stumps and broken arms of their companions will appear in their field of vision from time to time, if they can be indifferent, it is really not human.

When they were less than fifty meters away from the cordon of the outlying positions of the villages occupied by the Japanese, dense heavy machine-gun fire suddenly sounded on the Japanese positions.

"Da ......" The two Type 92 heavy machine guns erected on the Japanese position opened fire at the same time, and several bullets that came directly almost stuck to Fu Zhiyong's steel helmet and shot into the darkness in the distance.

This is the tentative shooting of the Japanese army, Fu Zhiyong through the observation of these few hours, they have to shoot blindly for a while for an average of 20 minutes to half an hour, in order to be afraid that some Chinese troops will take advantage of the dark night to touch it, after all, the current city of Nanjing has become a mess, no one knows whether there will be Chinese troops rushing here, whether it is an organized breakthrough or an unorganized blind rush, in short, the Japanese troops stationed here received a death order that not a living Chinese can be let go.

"Yu Hua lie down and don't move! After a while the machine gun will stop, this is tentative shooting, don't be fooled by revealing the position. Fu Zhiyong hurriedly stretched out his hand and pressed the arm of Yu Hua, who wanted to raise his gun to fight back, and said in a low voice.

"Fucking grass, I almost scared the hell out of them, I thought we were discovered...... ...... "After Yu Hua put down the muzzle of the gun and lay down again, he covered the steel helmet and cursed lowly.

Fu Zhiyong was right, the Japanese two Type 92 heavy machine guns fought for more than a minute and found that there was no movement before extinguishing the fire, several Japanese soldiers moved the two heavy machine guns to a far away position and began to rest on the sandbags after they were reared up, only two heavy machine gunners were still on the machine guns to guard the dark area ahead, and the muzzles of the heavy machine guns would sweep to Fu Zhiyong's hidden position from time to time, but the Japanese soldiers did not find their figures.

According to the combat habits of the Japanese army, light and heavy machine guns will not alarm other resting soldiers when they fire at night, and only when the Type 38 rifle fires will they urgently assemble and enter the position to fight, because if they find that the enemy is really approaching, the sentry on duty will definitely raise their guns to shoot as soon as possible, and this is not a Type 92 heavy machine gun, but a Type 38 rifle, and only this crisp sound is the clarion call to really enter the combat state.

"......" Fu Zhiyong waited for a while before waving his hand to the other two people, and slowly touched a lot where the torches were not illuminated......

"Tomorrow into the city of Nanjing, there are women and big banknotes, haha......" "Yes, Nanjing City is the capital of the people, and valuable things must be indispensable, and I will have the money to send home to my mother when the time comes......" The two Japanese sentries who were in charge of standing guard were chatting quietly at a distance of less than three meters, while holding the Type 38 rifles that were about the same height as them, and the bayonets on the Type 38 rifles shook slightly with their bodies, and there were bursts of cold light in the faint light of the fire.

There were still more than a dozen Japanese soldiers who were sleeping with their heads covered in the trenches around the two Japanese sentries, and they had not had much rest after the battle for more than ten days, and at this time, they fell asleep tired as soon as their heads hit the sandbag, and even the heavy machine guns opened fire, and they just turned over and covered their heads and continued to sleep, completely ignoring the look.

At this time, Fu Zhiyong and the others were almost in front of the trench, and they could hear the whispered conversation of the two Japanese sentries clearly, but they couldn't understand Japanese, and if they could understand it, they would have to be blown up by anger.

Fu Zhiyong listened carefully to the two Japanese sentries, carefully distinguishing where they were standing, and then gestured a few times to Yu Hua and Zhang Dali, who were following closely, and let the two of them slowly climb to the other side, and then use their sabers to eliminate the two Japanese sentries together.

Yu Hua and Zhang Dali nodded slowly, gently threw the MP28 submachine gun in their hands to their backs, reached out and slowly pulled out the standard saber from their waists and slowly climbed over.

Fu Zhiyong also gently pulled out his saber, and when he saw that the two of them were ready, he stuck to the sandbag and stretched out three fingers to count.

After the last finger was withdrawn, Fu Zhiyong stood up violently, reached out and hugged a Japanese sentry who was standing in front of the sandbag and was chatting, twisted his head with his arm and pressed his mouth with his palm, and the saber in his right hand quickly cut his throat with a fierce slash on his neck, and blood spurted out of his neck in an instant, splashing the Japanese sentry on the side.

Yu Hua and Zhang Dali also bounced up the moment Fu Zhiyong stood up, and pounced on another Japanese sentry who was still in shock, Zhang Dali leaned over and grabbed the collar of his military uniform and dragged him closer, Yu Hua went up and stabbed him in the heart, and the other hand quickly covered his open mouth, preventing him from making a little shout.

"Woo...... Woo woo......" The Japanese soldier's eyes widened in an instant, and he struggled violently and whimpered, and his two hands groped wildly on the rifle caught in the sandbag and body, trying to find the location of the trigger and shoot in warning.

"Poof......" Yu Hua saw that he didn't die immediately, so he immediately pulled out the saber that was pierced in his body, gritted his teeth, and stabbed it again.

"Uh......" The Japanese sentry struggled a little more before he gradually lost his breath and fell limply.

"Snap ......" Zhang Dali's eyes were sharp, and he reached out and grabbed the Type 38 rifle that was about to fall to the ground, and then he exhaled a long breath and said secretly.

Fu Zhiyong slowly let go of the Japanese sentry who was killed by himself, and with a wave of his hand to Zhang Dali and the two of them, they turned into the trench cleanly, and Zhang Dali and Yu Hua also followed briskly.

It took less than five seconds for Fu Zhiyong and the others to kill the two Japanese sentries, and the Japanese soldiers in the trenches did not realize that death had come to pay for their lives.

"Kill them all!" Fu Zhiyong made a motion to wipe the necks of the two of them with a cold light, and then turned around and raised his knife and pounced on the nearest sleeping Japanese soldier......

"I'll go! Battalion commander, there's a class of devils here, right? Why didn't you leave us two! Five minutes later, the other four soldiers of the military police unit carrying large bags and small bags also slowly touched it, and a young soldier looked at the dead Japanese soldiers in the trench and whispered depressedly, secretly regretting why it was not himself who came to touch the sentry first, and such a good opportunity for revenge was missed.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is not a place to stay for a long time, evacuate quickly!" Fu Zhiyong hurriedly took a backpack and urged in a low voice.

"Yes, Battalion Commander." When the soldier answered, he kicked the body of a Japanese soldier twice to vent his anger.

"Let's go......" Fu Zhiyong greeted with a submachine gun again, and then took the lead in touching the trench in the direction of depth, and the rest of the people also hurriedly followed lightly......

Half an hour later, Fu Zhiyong and the others quietly passed through the trench position they had set up behind the village, and along the way they killed five more blind Japanese soldiers, anyway, there were corpses everywhere here, Japanese soldiers, Chinese soldiers, and ordinary people, and they would not attract attention in the short term.

The small village of Shangtang is now devastated, the burned houses have all been extinguished, only some ruins and corpses scattered everywhere, and the air is filled with a stench of burnt vomit.

Fu Zhiyong and the others did not enter the village directly, but walked through the fields less than 300 meters away, because they didn't know if there would be more Japanese soldiers stationed in the village......

"Battalion commander, why didn't you leave all of a sudden...... Hiss! Liao Peng, who was following Fu Zhiyong, didn't notice that Fu Zhiyong suddenly stopped, almost didn't hit his arms, and quickly stopped to stabilize his body and looked up in confusion and asked, when he looked up and saw the scene in front of him, he immediately gasped.

"Fucking Japon, these damn brutes!" Fu Zhiyong looked at the scene in the field in front of him with blood-red eyes, desperately clenched the submachine gun in his hand, and his ten fingers that were overused were all squeezed violently white, these two sentences were almost as if Fu Zhiyong squeezed them out from between his teeth.

"This ...... These are our brothers in the national army! Grass fucking Japanese devils, Lao Tzu, I grass your eight generations of ancestors......" A soldier turned sideways and saw the scene in front of Fu Zhiyong before his tears brushed away, choked and gritted his teeth and roared.

Fu Zhiyong In front of them, a large field in front of them has now soaked in a small pool of blood, and there are five or six hundred corpses of the national army lying here in rows, many of the national soldiers are still wrapped in gauze, obviously there are a lot of wounded people here, and there are still some corpses of ordinary people and dozens of unclothed women's corpses on the edge of the corpse pile......

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