In the jungle south of Mandalay, Myanmar, a convoy braved the heavy rain on the path, and from time to time wheels got stuck in muddy puddles, and the grooms desperately whipped the animals pulling the wagons, trying to get out of this terrible place as quickly as possible.

On a tree fifty meters to the right side of the path, the duo of Jiang Maosheng and Song Hao squatted on the branch of the tree, observing the British convoy through binoculars. The delicate camouflage and dense vines kept the two of them unknown, and even a poisonous snake crawled over the two of them without noticing, maybe the rain caused too much heat on the two of them.

"Thirty-five wagons, ninety ordinary laborers, fifty Burmese colonial soldiers, three British soldiers, presumably convoys carrying grain. How, to fight or not? Observer Song Hao asked Jiang Maosheng in a low voice to the sniper next to him.

"Fifty-three armed men, a piece of cake, first knock out the British, if the enemy pursues, lead them to the trap, if the enemy escapes it will be better done." Jiang Maosheng made a battle plan, and then the two began to replenish individual rations and drinking water, replenishing the calories that had been lost before, so that their physical strength was enough to deal with this ambush battle.

Check the B1900 sniper rifle with a scope in your hand, there are no problems, the operation is about to begin. In the Chinese Army, most of the snipers used are Mauser 98K sniper rifles, and the accuracy of the B1900 sniper rifle is somewhat worse than that of the 98K. However, logistical supply difficulties in Myanmar made it difficult for the Free Army to use B1900 rifles from China, and some of the British troops were equipped with this type of rifle. The B1900 used a 7.7mm rifle cartridge, which was not compatible with the Mauser rifle, so the sniper team had to use the slightly less accurate B1900 sniper rifle.

After Song Hao climbed down the tree, Jiang Maosheng pointed his gun at a British soldier who looked like an officer, and from the tree he was in to the British soldier. There is a distance of about seventy meters, which is enough for the bullet to accurately hit any part of the enemy. But the heavy rain and dense jungle made Jiang Maosheng scratch his head, such a combat environment was not good, but it was still more favorable for the side that attacked secretly.

"Smack!" A bullet passed through the dense raindrops and splashed a blood flower on the target's chest, Jiang Maosheng in order to ensure that the first hit was made. The target was the enemy's large left chest, but the bullet still deflected in the heavy rain and hit the enemy's right chest.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for the enemy to react, the second bullet came out of the chamber, and the other Englishman who stood there and watched his companion being hit was directly hit in the center of the eyebrows, and the first hit gave Jiang Maosheng confidence and familiarity with the feel, and it hit accurately.

The three Englishmen were standing together, the sound of rain and the shouting of the convoys and the neighing of the cattle muffled the gunfire. Only a few people around the British found out that they had been attacked, and the rest were still on their way normally.

One of the remaining Englishmen fell decisively under the carriage, a bullet smacking into the muddy water behind them, knowing what was happening and knowing that if they didn't hide quickly, they would suffer more casualties.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" The shouts of the Britons and the men beside them finally reached the whole convoy, and everyone was seen skilfully hiding under the wagons or falling into the grass on either side. Convoys are no strangers to the Free Army's sneak attack. They weave through the jungle and launch sneak attacks from every hidden corner. The marksmanship was fatal, but like a ghost, the British could not find where the enemy was in the jungle.

It was impossible to escape, not only did they have to face the harsh military law, but they also died faster after leaving their backs to the enemy, and not only the British knew about it. The Burmese colonial army and the Indian army also understand this. In previous sneak attacks, those who fled first often died first, and those who hid and resolutely resisted had a better chance of surviving, which was the experience gained by the British army and the Free Army after the confrontation.

The British officer, who was hiding under the carriage, did not hear any more gunfire, but he knew that the enemy was definitely aiming in his direction. The rain was still heavy. Unable to hear the direction from which the gunshots were coming from, the officer shouted orders to the side.

Jiang Maosheng shifted his position, the tree was too close to the enemy, and even if the enemy opened fire blindly, it would have the possibility of hitting him. Taking advantage of the confusion of the enemy's hiding, Jiang Maosheng slid down the tree and immediately moved to the second sniper point.

After setting up the sniper rifles, through the scope, you can see that the enemy soldiers are beginning to bend over and spread around, and the low Burmese colonial soldiers are drowning in the deep grass and dense forest, they want to find themselves! In this case, let's see who is stronger, Jiang Maosheng aimed at a soldier who raised his head to observe, the heavy rain blurred his vision, the soldier didn't find anything, and just wanted to lower his head, the bullet passed through his head.

Jiang Maosheng, who was hiding behind the tree, immediately shifted his position again, and this gunshot must have made the enemy find his position, and sure enough, after a few tactical moves, more than a dozen bullets fell on the position just now and passed through the grass. The enemy has become much smarter under the blows of the Free Army, and is no longer as easy to deal with as he was at the beginning.

It's a pity that the enemy can still confront the Free Army soldiers head-on, but Jiang Maosheng is different from Song Hao, they belong to the special forces directly under the General Staff of the Chinese Army, and the first squadron sent to Burma is responsible for instructing the Free Army jungle combat skills and directly participating in the battle against the British army.

In Burma for more than four months, the sniper team of Jiang Maosheng and Song Hao killed a total of 135 enemies, and nearly 100 others could not be verified. Four months have made them the king of the jungle, whether it is stalking, trapping, sniping, wild survival, etc., they are all at ease. They were the ace sniper group of the 1st Squadron and the object of worship of the soldiers of the Free Army, known as the "Grim Reaper Sniper"!

As snipers, they are in front of the scenery, but Jiang Maosheng and Song Hao know how many hardships they have endured, not to mention the devil training and combat in China, in this jungle alone, they have been injured five times, and each of them has taken out a warhead. Snipers are not invincible, bullets don't take a detour just because they're a sniper, and sometimes luck is more important than tactical literacy and marksmanship.

More than a dozen Burmese colonial army soldiers quickly rushed in the direction of Jiang Maosheng, not good marksmanship, then more than the number of people, the bullets in the enemy's guns are limited, it is impossible to hit every shot, and as long as they stop and fight back, they will be able to close the distance, which is tantamount to suicide!

Jiang Maosheng's speed was faster, and he ran wildly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, don't these enemies have long brains? It is impossible for every attack to have only one person, only chasing yourself, isn't that looking for death!

In the grass about fifty meters on the side of the pursuit, Song Hao lay down in the grass as steady as Mount Tai, and the muzzle crosshair moved slowly with the enemy's movement. In his hand is a modified light machine gun, which has changed the original magazine feed to a magazine feed, and 30 rounds to a 100-round magazine, and the firepower has been greatly improved.

At a distance of fifty meters, it was almost close to the machine gunner Song Hao, who could keep pulling the trigger and shoot a near-straight line with the least number of bullets. Song Hao, from Shandong, was trained to have transcendent strength and could easily suppress the powerful recoil of the machine gun and the muzzle beating.

"Dada-da-da!" A continuous burst of machine guns rang out, and tracer bullets swept towards the running enemy with a rain of bullets, and the fifteen enemies who pursued fell ten in turn, and the rest were lucky enough to dodge the strafing fire, lying on the ground and never daring to get up again.

Song Hao's rough, oil-painted face showed a white tooth, and after grinning, he slowly crawled back, and the remaining five enemies were handed over to Jiang Maosheng, and his target was the remaining thirty or so enemies of the convoy.

The British officer ordered the pursuit and surrounded the rest of the group, as if this would bring a sense of security, and the officer began to regret coming from his country to this terrible hell when he looked at the frightened quail-like Burmese soldiers, heard the continuous gunfire and the screams of the pursuing soldiers.

Once the hunt has begun, it will not end easily, and more than 90 civilian laborers have run away without a trace, they are not bound by military law, and of course the farther they run in the face of death, the better.

"You go and see what's going on, and you must find the enemy and destroy it!" The young British officer could no longer endure death in the shadows and terrible conditions, but his orders were ignored by his trembling men, who had no experience in dealing with such intractable problems, and his command was out of order, and in this jungle he was not able to call heaven and earth ineffective.

The light machine gun was a challenge to the mobility of the soldiers, and Song Hao carried the machine gun on his back and slowly crawled to the place where the enemy was hiding. Compared to the training, such a combat environment was as comfortable as a bathhouse, and the Grim Reaper slowly approached, and then half-crouched in the grass and threw a grenade.

A grenade suddenly appeared in the dense crowd, which made everyone scatter, and after seeing the power of the miniature bomb, everyone fled in all directions.

"Boom!" The crusher splattered with shrapnel, sewage and mud, and the officer in the center was the slowest to react, and was hit along with the five soldiers who had no time to lie down, and a tiny shrapnel slashed the officer's neck, and he could never return to his hometown in England! (To be continued.) )