Han Shanhu hurriedly said: "Brother, then you have to be careful!" I can't help but be pretended to be a little devil! ”

Wang Zhenyang nodded: "I know Brother Han!" Let's go! With the sniper rifle Xu Hongying gave him, he left the unit, did not meet it directly, but made a detour, quickly approached the Eighth Route Army squad, and found a sniper point to hide.

The squad is getting closer and closer, only 50 meters away from Wang Zhenyang's hiding place, Wang Zhenyang looked through the scope, and couldn't help but feel a little strange, this squad is too well-equipped, 30 two people, wearing special military uniforms, sabers, pistols, each person must have, short boots on their feet, among them are two machine gunners, except for the leading captain, the others are all submachine guns, with six grenades hanging on their bodies, with leather gloves, and the speed of the march is very fast, at a glance they have been specially trained.

Does the Eighth Route Army have such good equipment? Not necessarily, if they are special operators like themselves, it would not be surprising! This little devil can't be seen in appearance, and he is a yellow race like the Chinese, so the only way is to test it.

Thinking of this, he hid the sniper rifle, the pistol in his arms, the saber grenade was unloaded, put it in the backpack, covered it with a branch, stood up, pretended to be leisurely, and walked out of the bunker, he was dressed as a hunter, he didn't need to pretend at all, he was originally a hunter, whistled, and greeted the team!

The captain of the other party soon saw him and hurriedly came over to greet him: "Hello fellow, I want to ask you about something!" "An authentic Northeast accent!

Wang Zhenyang turned his head and ran away when he heard the voice! A voice came from behind: "Fellow, don't run, we are the Eighth Route Army!" ”

"Right, Eighth Route Army? Ah, I thought it was a little devil! Wang Zhenyang turned around, clasped his hands on his shoulders and said, "You guys are really eight roads!" ”

"That's right, fellow, we are a small detachment of the Eighth Route Army, and we came here to carry out a mission, and we got lost!"

"Ahh Scared me, I thought it was a little devil! Where are you going? ”

The captain came to him and gave a military salute: "Hello fellow, we are looking for a guerrilla force of the Eighth Route Army!" Are you a local? ”

"Ahh Yes, our house is nearby, and I'm a hunter, a hunter! ”

"Even, that's great, can you show us the way? We're going to Lintao Town! I heard that the guerrillas are on the Lion Ridge in Lintao Town! Do you know how to get around Lion Ridge? ”

Wang Zhenyang couldn't see any flaws, and couldn't help laughing: "Lion Ridge, I know!" It's not too far from here, only a few dozen miles! I'm in a hurry, so let's do it, the road is very easy to walk, you go all the way along this road, turn over the Luofeng Slope in front, and walk more than ten miles to arrive! There is a boundary monument at the bottom of the mountain, which says Lion Ridge! ”

"Ahh That's right, thank you, folk! Here we go! The ones in the back keep up, hurry up! ”

Wang Zhenyang was just about to reveal his identity, when he suddenly heard a person behind the leader say: "Hurry up, work on the road!" Wang Zhenyang's heart suddenly sank, huh? Why did the little devil come to the scene? When the little devils are fighting, they generally use the half-baked Chinese phrase "work to open the way!" No one else would say that!

The leading officer glared at him fiercely, and the guy quickly changed his words: "Follow the one behind!" It's coming! ”