It is not a mountain climb and wade, but from the front of the village, it does take some effort, rugged and difficult, there is no way to go, you can only rely on the sickle in the hands of Liao Changsheng and several people to chop and walk, with the grip of the roots, slowly climb up. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The small hill that looked less than a thousand meters high, Liao Changsheng and Zhang Ersil and their party spent two hours to reach the top of the hill, and they were exhausted.

At the top, there is a flat land the size of the village yard, covered with dense trees, but the view from between the trees is excellent, and the whole village is clear at a glance.

Cannons are set up between dozens of large trees, which is simply a seamless camouflage, and if you take it by surprise, the village will definitely be wiped out in an instant.

A few people lay on the ground, ate the pancakes they brought, replenished their physical strength, and talked and laughed about those unbearable memories, no one could have imagined that the group of wild babies who used to be mischievous in the village have now embarked on the road of resistance against Japan.

Take a break, and in the evening, gather your tired spirits and find a place to get down to business.

Zhang Ersilly carried a sickle in an inconspicuous place, cutting branches and grass ropes, this is the basic quality of an excellent gunner, and he disguises himself like hunting in the mountains, and waits for the rabbit!

In addition to making camouflage clothes is a skill, even what branches and leaves to cut, what kind of grass rope to cut, first of all, it must be perfectly adapted to the vegetation growth of the place, and the third is not too obvious when cutting, so as not to leak a clear enough horse's feet to the enemy.

Although Zhang Ersil's movements are slow, he understands that this fateful thing must be foolproof, the sky will be dark, the birds and cicadas will chirp, the sound is pleasant, look up at the sky, the moon and stars are scarce, and the water on both sides is murmuring.

A cool breeze struck, Liao Changsheng unconsciously shook twice, just when the camouflage jacket made by Zhang Ersil was completed, several sets of equipment were no different from the camouflage outfits of the Japanese professional snipers, but more natural, placed in this wood, just like naturally growing vegetation, there was no clue.

Liao Changsheng exclaimed, "Two stupid, professional!" When you're ready to put it on.

"Wait" Zhang Ersil brought some hay again, sandwiched between the camouflage uniforms, which played a good role in keeping warm.

After the team put it on, they extinguished the fire, smeared their faces with dried firewood ashes, held their guns, and several people took off their pants and urinated en masse, letting out all the tension.

And the mud, buried the burned firewood ash in the soil, and with his fist, Liao Changsheng took the lead and shouted "dry", although the voice was small, but the momentum was magnificent.

The five of them were hidden in several directions on the slope next to the top, as long as Wu Ting and Su Maosheng's analysis was correct, Liao Changsheng and the others would definitely gain something here.

The five of them were like wild wolves staring at their prey, staring at the flat ground the size of the yard dam with embarrassment.

This kind of high-intensity mental concentration made even the special forces in the army feel a little tired, and in the middle of the night, late at night, and gradually in the early hours of the morning, there was still no movement.

Liao Changsheng was tired, gestured to rest, and took turns to rest for a while, all the way The eastern sun cut through the dark night clouds and sprinkled on hundreds of square meters of hills.

The camouflage on several people was soaked with morning dew, and the clothes inside were also wet, and the cold dew fell on the man's skin, which felt like taking a bath in the snow, and he couldn't help coughing twice.

Suddenly, Zhang Ersil's right hand was raised, wait, there was movement, with his many years of experience in hunting in Changbai Mountain, it should be the footsteps of people who make this sound, and I can't find that kind of animal can make this kind of sound.

Liao Changsheng responded with a gesture, telling everyone to load and prepare for battle.

Sure enough, after a while, the footsteps got closer and closer, passing by Liao Changsheng's hand, and it turned out to be an old man who went up the mountain to chop wood, this old man was not from the village, it should be from the next village, the old man hummed a small song, and Liao Changsheng and the others buried their heads again and hid.

After cutting it, the old man rested under the big tree for a while, took the cut branch on his back, and went down the mountain.

After a while, Zhang Ersil waved his hand again, this time there were more footsteps, and some intertwined, it should be that the person who went down the mountain and the person who went up the mountain met.

A "bang" gunshot, breaking the silence of the woods in the morning, the resting birds flew out en masse, their wings flapping and flapping.

Liao Changsheng heard the gunshots, his eyes were stunned, something must have happened, and when he stood up and was about to run, the sound of several devils talking got into his ears, and he fell to the ground again and hid.

Six devils arrived here one after another, four of them looked around with guns, paying attention to vigilance, and the other two took compasses and binoculars to survey the terrain, and it was easy to transport a few cannons from the road where the devils came up.

One of the devils took out a sapper shovel and hammer tool and hammered it on the ground, which seemed to be fixing the position of the cannon.

When a few devils were not paying attention, one of the militiamen was about to raise a gun to shoot, Liao Changsheng hurriedly waved his hand to stop it, quietly took out a sickle from his waist, and signaled, "Use this, don't shoot!" ”

The moment the devil relaxed his vigilance, Liao Changsheng pounced like a lion, held down a devil, wiped off his neck with a knife, and a devil turned around and shouted "Baga" A shot was fired, Liao Changsheng skillfully rolled on the ground and dodged the shot of the bullet.

The devil was loaded again, Zhang Ersil flew out from the flank, threw the devil to the ground, a big stone fell down, the devil's head blossomed, his body moved twice, and he lay on the ground.

The other two devils with guns, when they raised their guns and were about to shoot, three militiamen flew out and skillfully wiped off their necks.

There were only two devils left without a guy, and the devils stood in place, with sapper shovels in their hands for defense, their feet shaking, and their eyes frightened.

Liao Changsheng took off the bayonet on the gun, threw it in front of the two devils, and said, "Come on your own, let Lao Tzu also see your bushido spirit." ”

The devil on the right, put down the sapper shovel, took off the yellow skin, exposed his upper body, and saluted Liao Changsheng "Thank you" A knife was inserted into the stomach, blood rolled out, the devil gritted the crown of his teeth, and slid the handle of the knife hard, and his stomach was separated by a deep opening, before he fell, he did not forget to remember the previous slogan "Long live the Great Japanese Empire!" ”

The scene was bloody, Liao Changsheng closed one eye, he couldn't bear to look at it directly, no wonder the devil was ruthless in killing, he hated himself so much, and then turned sideways to another devil and said, "It's your turn!" ”

The little devil didn't seem to understand what Liao Changsheng meant, nodded with a smile, took two steps back, stretched out his right hand behind his waist, and continued to smile, approachable, not like the style of a devil.

Zhang Erdui saw that something was wrong, and quickly shouted, "Lie down" Several people flew out ten meters away, lay on the ground, and then exploded with a "boom", grenade explosion fragments flew around, and dirt splashed.

Unexpectedly, the devil also had this kind of end-up approach, Liao Changsheng stood up and patted off the dirt on his body, "Poof! Grandma's, little Japan, also left a hand for Lao Tzu! ”。

Several people carried the devil's body together, Liao Changsheng began to drag the devil's clothes again, Zhang Ersil understood at a glance, this is the old job.

After taking off and putting it on, he learned the tone and pace of the devil decently, threw the devil's body off the cliff, put on the three-eight big cover on his back, and headed towards the devil's camp.

One of the militiamen quipped, "Brother Changsheng, are we going to the devil camp?" Isn't it a bit unreasonable for just the five of us? ”

Liao Changsheng smiled and said, "Haha, this time it's really not to fight devils, take you to see the devil's strange things, by the way, cut off the beard halfway, carry a few cannons back to defend the city!" ”。

Several people strutted towards the devil's camp.