readx; The yard was brightly lit by searchlights. Under the searchlight of the www.biquge.info of the pen, the fun and the pavilion, there are several groups of mobile sentinels of the soldiers walking back and forth.

On the east side of the courtyard, several cars are parked. There were quite a few gasoline barrels piled up near the car.

Liu Sihaiyang was observing, and suddenly, he noticed that a short officer came out of the building, wearing a military coat.

The officer led a large wolf dog, apparently walking it in the yard.

The big German wolf dog touched Liu Sihaiyang's memory. He quickly adjusted the focus of the telescope again.

Through the objective lens of the telescope, he saw the officer holding the dog limping as he walked, leaning rhythmically to the right side, apparently with an injury to his right leg

Liu Sihaiyang's eyes, which were originally half-squinted, suddenly widened - this officer was the guy who commanded the massacre by the Yangtze River that night!

Liu Sihaiyang restrained his impulsive emotions, put down the binoculars, and took off the formal rifle from his shoulder. But he only took a look, and then unfortunately put the rifle down - the distance was too far to guarantee the accuracy of the shot.

He knew that as long as his first shot missed, there would definitely be no second chance.

He looked into the courtyard with hatred, and there was an indescribable feeling of depression in his heart—the target of the hunt was in front of him, but he couldn't do it.

He secretly made a ruthless heart, and he would never stop if he didn't kill this guy who was inferior to a beast.

After that, for two nights in a row, Liu Sihaiyang and the others climbed to the roof of the warehouse to monitor and observe the activities of the short officer. Sergeant Pockface carried the gold pocket watch with him and looked at the time.

They found that every night at about eight o'clock, the short officer would come out punctually to walk his beloved big German wolfdog.

Looking at his figure walking around the yard, a bold idea gradually formed in Liu Sihaiyang's heart.

He found that although the compound was brightly illuminated by searchlights, near the foot of the three-story building, there was a blind spot of a searchlight. It was pitch black.

If you can sneak into that compound and hide in that dark corner, you can easily shoot with a full-fledged rifle. At such a distance, Liu Sihaiyang can fully guarantee the starting hit.

When Liu Sihaiyang whispered his idea to Sergeant Maziface, the other party was stunned:

"Are you crazy?!"

Liu Sihaiyang shook his head and said very seriously:

"Under the nose of the devil, it is the place where they relax the most, and it is also the place they least expect."

At this point, his tone suddenly became low again, as if he was talking to himself:

"But how do you sneak into that yard?"

At the top of the wall of the courtyard was a dense barbed wire; In front of the wall, there were patrols going back and forth, and there was no way to get close to the wall, let alone climb in.

In the darkness, Sergeant Mazag was silent for a long time. Then he whispered:

"If you're determined to get in, I've got a way to get in."

Liu Sihaiyang was overjoyed in his heart, and reached out and grabbed the arm of the pockmarked face:

"What's the solution?"

Ma Zi pointed to the building with his face, and whispered about the original situation - it was still before, and the battle of Xuzhou was fierce. Mazi's company was ordered to stay in Wuhan, and the squad where he was the squad leader was assigned to this wounded soldier hospital and was responsible for duty.

At one point, the sewer of the hospital for wounded soldiers was blocked. Mazi Face took a few brothers to dredge the sewer and worked for several days. Because of this, he is more familiar with the sewer direction of the hospital.

The pockmarked face told Liu Sihaiyang that behind the three-story building, there was a manhole. At the lower end of the manhole, there is a sewer pipe. And this sewer, which runs straight to the west, leads to the outside of the fence.

Liu Sihaiyang asked excitedly:

"Can you still find the entrance outside the wall?"

Mazi nodded silently.

He looked at the building again, and made sure it was located. Then the two of them climbed down from the roof of the warehouse, and the pockmarked face led the way in front of them, and touched towards the west side of his headquarters.

It took most of the night to work for most of the night, Sergeant Pockface took Liu Sihaiyang and finally found the entrance to the sewer outside the wall.

Before dawn, the two men withdrew to the thatched hut in the vegetable garden. After dawn, they fell asleep and refreshed. Then the pockmarked face went out to get food, and Liu Sihaiyang stayed in the grass hut to prepare for the night's action.

He first carefully wiped the rifle boy.

As he wiped, he suddenly realized that this might be the last time he wiped his gun. He wasn't sure if he would be able to get out of his headquarters alive tonight.

Sometimes, a hint of hesitation flashed in his mind - did he have to take such a big risk?

However, after hesitation, his mind always came to mind the suffocating pile of corpses in the moonlight by the river, and the waves of people struggling and shouting under his machine gun

Liu Sihaiyang couldn't forget the situation when the short man waved his Oriental knife and ordered a strafing shot, and he couldn't forgive himself for the high shot.

Tonight, no matter what, you can't afford to miss it.

The gun is polished. Touching the familiar body of the gun, he whispered:

"I'll see you tonight, brother!"

Then, he took out the rifle bullets from the magazine on his body, leaving only one magazine of bullets, a total of five rounds. He knew that tonight's hunt was carried out in the devil's lair, and the environment was treacherous and abnormal. If he can't solve the problem with the first bullet, at most the first two, then he is the one who is finished.

Therefore, it is not necessary to carry so many rifle bullets.

He wiped the five bullets one by one, then took off the cloth shoes on his feet, took the bullet of the bullets, and rubbed them carefully on the soles of the cloth shoes.

The sole of the cloth shoe is embedded with a lot of fine sand due to long walking. So, the sole almost became a piece of sandpaper. The brass coat on the bullet of the rifle, after rubbing against such a sole, left several irregular scratches.

After such a pick-up, the rifle bullet rolls when it enters the human body. In this way, the place where the bullet is fired is a small hole, but the place where it is shot is a big hole.

Tonight, Liu Sihaiyang didn't want his prey to die a good death.

After packing up the rifle bullets, Liu Sihaiyang skillfully disassembled the 20-shot pistol and wiped it seriously.

When everything was ready, Sergeant Pockface also came back with food. While eating, the two discussed the steps of the night's actions.

They agreed that when Liu Sihaiyang entered the sewers, Sergeant Pockface touched the gate of his headquarters.

As soon as Liu Sihaiyang fired in the courtyard, Ma Ziyan immediately used a "flower mechanism" to fire at his sentry, and at the same time threw a grenade. This is mainly to attract his attention and buy Liu Sihaiyang a few minutes.

As for whether Liu Sihaiyang can use these few minutes to escape from the command of the army, it only depends on his own creation.

When night fell, snow fell in the sky.

Shredded rain drifted down from the gray clouds to the gloomy city of Wuhan, which was as gloomy as a tomb.

Liu Sihaiyang carried the formal rifle on his back, pinned a 20-round pistol to his waist, and walked silently into the snow.

He followed Sergeant Pockface to the entrance to the sewer entrance he found last night. This entrance is also a manhole.

Sergeant Mazi told Liu Sihaiyang that going down this manhole is the sewer. Crawling east along the sewer, every 50 meters or so, you will come across a manhole. Counting from the manhole at the entrance, count to the third manhole, climb up it, and you will reach the back of the building of the hospital for wounded soldiers.

Liu Sihaiyang memorized the details that Mazi Face told him, and then prepared to go down the well.

He pinned the 20 rings into the back of the waist. The five rifle bullets, he pressed into the middle rifle, pushed the top door fire, and closed the safety.

The night wind blew the rain and it was bitterly cold. Liu Sihaiyang took a deep breath, took the flashlight seized that day, and climbed down the manhole well.

After climbing four or five meters, the sewer appeared in front of me. Liu Sihaiyang got into the sewer and turned on the flashlight.

Along the icy sewers, he crawled with difficulty to the east. Sure enough, after climbing about 50 meters, the first manhole appeared. Liu Sihaiyang continued to crawl forward, crawling and counting at the same time, and finally, a third manhole appeared in front of him.

Liu Sihaiyang turned off the flashlight and pricked up his ears to listen. No movement came from above. He climbed lightly up the manhole. When he was almost at the mouth of the well, he stopped and listened carefully.

When he was sure that there was no situation near the wellhead, he quietly climbed out of the manhole.

Outside, he pressed himself to the ground, held the 20-shot pistol in his hand, and looked around.

Here is the back of the hospital building for wounded soldiers, with two searchlights sweeping back and forth. The snow was still falling. Not far away, there was the sound of the soldier's big leather shoes walking.

When the sound of leather shoes was gone, Liu Sihaiyang began to crawl slowly. The ground beneath him was like a huge bed of ice, cold to the bone. The rain fell on his shoulders and back. He gritted his teeth and crawled forward silently.

With great effort, he finally clinged to the foundation of the building and went around to the front of the building.

In the shadows at the foot of the building, Liu Sihaiyang found a small depression, and he curled up in it as much as he could. From here, you can clearly see the playground in front of the building. He removed his rifle from his back and prepared himself.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier. In the pillar of light of the searchlight, the rain was flying rapidly.

The military uniform on Liu Sihaiyang's body looks as thin as window paper at this time. He felt as if his blood was about to freeze and freeze. In order not to let himself faint from freezing, he pulled out the bayonet from his waist and kept piercing the back of his left hand with the tip of the knife until it bleed.

The stinging of the wound kept his mind clear.

Finally, his prey appeared.

The short officer, who was leading his German wolfdog, came out of the building. The wolfhound barked excitedly at the sight of the falling rain. While barking, he jumps in the ground.

The officer looked at his dog and laughed

In the shadows under the building, Liu Sihaiyang gently flicked the blade safety on the formal rifle. He brought his right hand to his mouth, gently blew on his right index finger, and then calmly rested his index finger on the cold trigger

However, the moment he pulled the trigger, an accident happened - at the very moment when the bullet of the medium rifle flew out of the muzzle, the German wolfdog, a short officer, somehow suddenly jumped up. This large, sturdy wolfdog stood up and was almost a man's height.

Its body just blocked the flight path of Liu Sihaiyang's bullets.

The rifle bullet went into the wolfdog's back, striking it in the spine before piercing its body and continuing towards the short officer.

As a result of being hit by the wolfdog's spine, the rifle bullet that pierced the dog's body deviated from its original flight path. When it hit the officer, it didn't hit the vital point, but the guy in the shoulder.

After the bullet burrowed into his shoulder, it tumbled, shattering his shoulder blade but not causing fatal injuries.

The officer staggered, ran two steps, and hid behind a car parked in the courtyard. Immediately, the shout of "wah-la-wah-la-la" quickly rang out

Liu Sihaiyang's face turned pale. He quickly shoved another bullet.

At this time, the alarm sounded loudly in the courtyard. Liu Sihai raised his heart:

"Your shoes are wet, wad!"

He calmly observed the situation, and the short man said that the officer was hiding behind the car, and his own bullets could not reach him.

The rows of gasoline drums piled up next to the car lit up his eyes. He moved the muzzle of his gun and fired a shot at the gasoline can.

He hoped that his bullets would blow the gasoline barrel up.

However, what disappointed him: the bullet of the mid-flair rifle, which penetrated the gasoline barrel, left two holes in the barrel wall. Gasoline flowed out, but no explosion occurred.

The headquarters of the army was already in chaos. Two of the devil's swimming sentinels searched the shadows where he was hiding.

Liu Sihaiyang put down the rifle in his hand, took out the 20 rings on his waist, and swept it over. The two sentinels were swept to the ground.

Blood, instantly staining the earth red

At this moment, from outside the courtyard came the sound of strafing "flower traps", followed by the explosion of grenades.

Liu Sihaiyang's heart was hot - this is the pockmarked face sergeant.

Taking advantage of the fact that Yue's attention was temporarily attracted by the gunfire outside the courtyard, Liu Sihaiyang glanced at the car where the officer was hiding.

He saw gasoline coming out of the broken oil drum, dripping into a single piece and flowing under the car

This situation made Liu Sihaiyang's heart move. He quickly picked up his mid-range rifle and took aim again.

This time, he aimed at the steel bumper in front of the car.

The bullet of the formal rifle, which flew out of the chamber of the gun, accurately hit the bumper of the car. The metal warhead collided with the steel plate of the bumper, creating a spark seed.

The spark splashed on the gasoline flowing on the ground, and with a "boom", the flames suddenly rose into the air, and the car was wrapped in the fire

The fire, which engulfed everything in an instant

The officer, who was hiding behind the car, let out a scream and stumbled out of the back of the car. His tweed uniform was also set on fire.

He was greeted by Liu Sihaiyang's fourth bullet. The Chinese's bullet angrily tore open his chest. The violently tumbling warhead ruthlessly shattered his heart. Like a bundle of lighted firewood, he collapsed on the snowy ground.

The fire grew stronger and stronger. The flames ignited the rows of gasoline drums. Gasoline barrels filled with gasoline exploded violently as if they were bombshells.

The explosion shattered the officer's body into pieces, and a huge wave of air threw the pieces around.

Looking at everything in front of him, Liu Sihaiyang's dark and thin face flashed a trace of pleasure after revenge.

He used the last bullet left in the chamber of his rifle to extinguish a distant searchlight, and then raised 20 rounds to extinguish another searchlight closer to him. Under the cover of explosions and darkness, he crept quietly towards the back of the building

Two days later, at dawn, on the north bank of the Yangtze River.

Liu Sihaiyang stood on the river beach on the north bank, with his inseparable Chinese rifle on his shoulder.

At his waist was a 20-shot pistol.

On the night of two days ago, taking advantage of the chaos at the headquarters of the Japanese army, Liu Sihaiyang drilled into the manhole behind the building of the hospital for wounded soldiers. As he came out of the sewer from the other end, Sergeant Pockface was waiting.

Under the cover of the night, the two of them sneaked out of Wuhan City from the ancient tunnel near the Rujiang Gate.

They walked downstream along the south bank of the Yangtze River for more than a day, and later found a small boat in a small village downstream. Taking advantage of the night, they rowed across the Yangtze River.

At this moment, Liu Sihaiyang stepped on the land by the river. Sergeant Pockface stood beside him.

The two looked back in the direction of Wuhan City on the other side of the river, but neither spoke.

In the east, the sun jumps above the horizon. The cold glow is projected on the turbid surface of the Yangtze River, dyeing the boiling river water red.

Liu Sihaiyang suddenly felt that it was not the river water rushing in the river, but the endless blood.

In the middle of the night, Liu Sihaiyang turned around and looked north. The earth spread out to the north beneath his feet.

- It's time to find your own team. There is still a long way to go, and more battles to be fought.

He went on the road in silence, carrying his beloved rifle on his back.

Behind him, the blood-colored river roared low and rushed eastward

It's time to go back to the troops, your own troops, in Wuhan! There, there is his own brother, and he will never be alone.

The war, for Liu Sihai or his companions, has just begun.

The Battle of Wuhan was all composed of Liu Sihai or ordinary Chinese soldiers like him, they did not have any vigorous deeds, they were just doing their duty as a Chinese soldier.

At this time, in front of Liu Sihai, a vague and obscured face appeared, flickering, and seemed to be calling Liu Sihai's return there:

Goofy!

(To be continued)