The scrivener closely watched the direction in which the parachute fell, one at nine o'clock, seventy meters in a straight line, and the other at ten o'clock, a hundred meters away in a straight line. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info scrivener slid down from the tree, casually sticking the Colt pistol into his waist, there were no bullets, and the pistol was a piece of scrap metal. With a scimitar in hand, he quickly ran towards nine o'clock.

The scrivener traveled very fast, running nearly fifty meters in the blink of an eye. He slowed down gradually, searching his surroundings warily. There was a rustling sound as he walked through the trees, but he didn't care, because the Japanese soldiers who had landed in the air would not have thought that there were people here.

A large canopy of trees hangs a collar of white parachutes, and a Japanese soldier in a green military uniform is sorting out his equipment. The guy had just come down from a tree, cut the rope trapped on his body with a dagger, and took out a firearm from his backpack to assemble.

This guy happens to be facing away from the scrivener. The old generation is holding a scimitar and pressing step by step. Although hand-to-hand combat will increase variables, there are also many benefits, at least it won't startle the snake, after all, there is a guy dozens of meters away.

Whoosh, the scrivener moved, and a fish leaped up to it, the blade of the scimitar aimed at the other's throat. The scimitar has an inward-facing blade, which is very good for cutting throats, and it seems that another use of the scimitar is specifically for cutting throats. The scrivener put the scimitar around the opponent's neck and retracted it hard, and the whole set of actions was handy. Blood gushed out, and the Japanese soldier only struggled for a moment, and his body quickly softened. He never knew how he died, let alone who did it.

The scrivener put the equipment bag on the ground on the back, and picked up the long gun on the ground, this gun is very special, the barrel is very long, and there is an extra scope on it, which is compared with the latest sniper rifle produced in the United States. Even if the scrivener has experienced a hundred battles and is a **** company commander, he can't help but be amazed that the little devil's manufacturing ability has improved too fast. Since it can be brought here to carry out a secret mission, it must be very powerful. With his spear on his shoulder, he ran in the other direction, where there was also a Japanese soldier who had fallen behind.

This time, the scrivener did not rush in, and the delay was long enough, and the Japanese soldiers estimated that they had disarmed themselves from their parachutes and initially adapted to the environment here. At this time, the opportunity to strike first has been lost, and the opportunity can only be taken. However, the old generation is now in the shadows, and the enemy is in the light, which is the biggest advantage. After slowly advancing for more than thirty meters, there was a slight rustling sound in the distance, and the scrivener box lurked behind a large tree, closely watching the movement ahead.

The branches swayed, and a figure loomed through the cracks in the trees. On a whim, it is better to try the power of this new gun. With a long barrel and a scope, I can't make a mistake. He has long understood the power of American-made sniper rifles, and he definitely sticks out two thumbs. Is there a stronger rifle in the world than it? Scrivener wants to give it a try.

The spear was aimed at the target, and at that moment, the scrivener was secretly frightened, and through the scope, the distance between the target and the target was suddenly shortened by dozens of times. A black crosshair, the target is swaying left and right on the crosshairs, and the hairs can be seen one by one at a distance of dozens of meters.

"What a powerful weapon!" The scrivener was amazed and aimed at the other party's temple. He had the illusion that he was almost pointing a gun at the other side. It really is not at all inferior to the American sniper rifle. Can the Japanese military industry, which is not even able to transform the "crooked handle", make such a sophisticated weapon? Now is not the time to think about anything else, the old generation is focused on aiming at the enemy in the distance, waiting for the opportunity to fire......

Bang, tongues of fire erupt. The bullets weaved through the dense forest, and some of the leaves were rubbed against the bullets, giving out a light tremble. After a short flight, the warhead passed through the back of the Japanese soldier's head, splashing a splash of blood.

No, it's obviously aimed at the temple, how can it hit the back of the head? The scrivener secretly wondered that the accuracy of this gun was just like that of the Garand rifle, and the power was about the same, with an extra scope for nothing, but it could be used as a telescope. This is the final evaluation he gave, which is comparable to the old American sniper rifle in appearance, but it is still not good in terms of shooting accuracy.

The scrivener walked up to the corpse, which was lying on its side, the back of its head completely blown away. He searched the corpse all over his body, and there was nothing of value. There were bullets and ropes in the backpack, as well as daggers, gas masks and other tools, and strangely there was no food. The gun carried is also a general rifle without a scope.

The same group of people, with different equipment? The scrivener opened another backpack, which was full of bullets and a small amount of medicine. What's going on? Is everyone's equipment different? Could it be...... The scrivener reminds me of a very special team combat mode: the team members have their own division of labor, some people are responsible for ammunition, some people are responsible for food, some people are responsible for liaison, and some people are responsible for various special equipment, forming a mutually restrictive and interdependent team, all of which are indispensable. This increases interdependence and strengthens team cohesion.

Thinking about it, this team model is relieved. The biggest advantage of this team model is that no one can have different hearts, and no one can survive alone without the team. This model also has disadvantages, that is, it has a weak ability to fight alone, requires team cooperation, and has poor mobility. It should only be used when performing tasks that cannot be completed by one person, require the collaboration of multiple people, and are afraid that one person will have different intentions.

Things are getting more and more appetizing, and the scrivener is very curious to know what tasks the Japanese soldiers are performing, and such a complex division of labor is required. He took off the clothes from the corpse and put them on himself, a little looser, but overall it was okay. The texture of the clothes is very soft and tough, and it is estimated that only officers at and above the regimental level can have it. Now it's one set per person.

The presence of so many ninja killers had heightened the alertness of the scrivener, and the sudden appearance of paratroopers had created a sense of urgency. Most likely, the enemy is on a special secret mission. And the allies sent themselves and this team to come, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as getting rid of the ninja killers. The paratrooper, the scrivener box was encountered in the sinkhole, and now the paratroopers have appeared again, does it mean another extremely strange mission?

The scrivener box lets go of the chaotic thoughts and concentrates on the present. Regardless of the thoughts of the Allied headquarters, he personally had to destroy what the Japanese soldiers wanted to do, and this was the definition of a life-and-death enemy.

The water recedes very slowly, and the location is a valley, and only the higher ground can be exposed to the water, forming small islands. The islands are connected to each other, dividing the water into lakes. The scrivener does not dare to go on land, there are too many swamps, especially after heavy rains. He made a simple raft and carried it across one lake after another, heading in the direction where the Japanese soldiers had landed. It was until late afternoon.