According to the situation that Kong Ning and Song Ming had touched in advance, the first British army sentry on the highway was more like a garrison relying on the road. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

According to the situation that Kong Ning and Song Ming touched last time, at this point in time, in addition to the British troops on duty at the four corners of the station, the British troops stationed in the camp were having dinner in the camp.

"It's extravagant, and there's a searchlight!" Zhang Liguo muttered quietly, his face full of envy for the British.

There is no way, what the flying army lacks most now is electricity and oil, and all the waste of power is a luxury in Zhang Liguo's eyes.

"Although there are only four searchlights, as soon as the situation is discovered, the searchlights will shine over, and the whole place will be similar to the daytime, only the dead corners of the searchlight line can hide people, we can only observe the searchlights sweeping back and forth to the dead corners that appear, forcibly write them down, and then sneak in to use them!" Zhang Liguo said again.

The fat man didn't say a word, it wasn't that he couldn't see the situation, but he was already using his brains to let the team sneak over.

It is not possible to break hard, as long as the gun is fired, the British army who are eating will be driven out, and it will be an inevitable battle.

What he has to do now is to take his brother and touch it silently.

"Song Ming, lead your scout team and take down the British on the searchlight at the four corners for the fat man, provided that you can't make any movements!" The fat man said to Song Ming, who was crawling in the bushes.

Song Ming didn't answer him at all, just turned his head, lowered his voice to the scout team led by him, and said lightly: "Everyone is on the table, it's eight and three at the moment, and at eight o'clock ten will knock out the British around the searchlight, on!" ”

The fighters of the scout squad took advantage of the time, and began to quickly approach the British camp under the cover of bushes and weeds.

Taking advantage of the darkness around them, the warriors quickly swept back and forth through the searchlights.

In fact, the soldiers of the scout group were already observing the British searchlight, sweeping the irradiated range back and forth, and they had already written it down in their hearts if there were dark corners that they hadn't scanned.

This is the most basic requirement of the fat grit scout team, and they all have the ability to never forget!

The fat man lay on the spot, very relieved, the fat gall special combat team that he improvised had grown to the point where he couldn't even jump out of the problem.

Perhaps in the future, the words "fat guts special warfare" will not only give the little devils a headache, but also make the British and American Yankees so big that they have to give a thumbs up.

"Everyone, get ready to attack!" The fat man lowered his voice and gave an order, in this case, he could only choose to trust the fighters of the scout team to complete this almost impossible task.

The light of the searchlight, strafing back and forth in the dark fertile field, time passed minute by minute, and it was already eight o'clock at this moment, and there was a rustling sound in the radio station carried by Liang Wenshu, and he hurriedly put on the headphones, adjusted the shoulder-mounted walkie-talkie to the headphone mode, and only listened to the walkie-talkie's excited voice following the scout team Chi Han.

"Mission accomplished, repeat, mission accomplished!" Chi Han's voice only came from the walkie-talkie for a short sentence, and it was obvious that Song Ming's scout team had taken control of the searchlights at the four corners of the British army according to the scheduled time.

"Up!" The fat man lowered his voice and waved his hand, and the soldiers of the special combat team lying in the bushes got up one after another, followed behind him, and quickly advanced towards the British barracks.

Even if the searchlight shone on the soldiers, they were still not afraid, because the British soldiers on duty in the sentry post were knocked unconscious by the soldiers of the scout pair.

The fat man led the soldiers of the Flying Army to quickly occupy the periphery of the barracks, and Zhang Liguo led the soldiers respectively and quickly advanced towards the camp.

At this moment, the British army was eating in a simple canteen, and they did not realize that their barracks had been controlled by a group of outsiders.

The theory of these British is that the world is big, and if you can't eat well, it must be terrible!

Song Ming's scout team controlled the perimeter of the British barracks, and Zhang Liguo led a team to inspect the British barracks one by one, controlling the empty headquarters, barracks, and ammunition arsenals.

And the fat man took the veteran members of the special combat team and a small team to the canteen in the camp, and looked at the British troops of the entire company, whether the company or the firehead army, sitting in the canteen, tasting the delicious dinner, he was a little weird.

It's no wonder that these Brits, who are better equipped than the little devils, will give the little devils a lot of fart, this special mother has no sense of crisis at all, one by one, she is pampered, and she thinks she is a gentleman, and she is a group of second-class goods.

"Shoot or kill!" The fat man yelled, kicked the door of the cafeteria open, and rushed in with his gun.

"Shoot or kill!" Then, the soldiers of the special operations team, rushed in with the fat man, and aimed their short guns at these British GIs, who did not understand what was happening.

The special operations fighters who controlled the window also put their guns into the window and aimed them at the somewhat stupid British GIs.

Well, the fat man was in a hurry, so he threw out Japanese directly, and didn't speak English, because he was used to playing little devils, and he forgot to change his words in a hurry.

The soldiers of these special combat teams, the only foreign language is also a few words of devils, "surrender the gun and don't kill" they are most familiar with, when they hear their uncle shouting, can they not shout along?

These British GIs were enjoying a delicious dinner, when they suddenly saw a group of Orientals rushing in with American weapons, and then shouted in the words of uncivilized devils, it's strange not to faint the food!

Seeing that this group of British soldiers was still stunned, and had not put down the soup spoon and knife and fork in his hand, the fat man felt humiliated, his old face flushed, and then the Garand M1 in his hand was quickly raised, and it was a shot towards the sky.

"Bang-"

When the gun rang out, he shouted again in English: "Shoot or kill!" ”

"Shoot or kill!" The soldiers couldn't tell the difference between the devil's words and English, anyway, they were all nonsense, and when they heard the fat man shouting, they also shouted in the English that the fat man temporarily taught them.

The British soldiers present were a little dumbfounded, the fat man's English was relatively standard, and the pure British taste, they understood it.

However, the English pronunciation of the soldiers was very different, and they were a little confused.

Of course, when the gun rang out, the British GIs crouched down with unusual instinct, and then hurriedly raised their hands above their heads.

There are no guns, and as a noble person of the British Empire, how can you bring a gun when you eat, it is against the code of gentlemen.

As a member of the British Empire, we must resolutely put an end to the habit of carrying guns when eating!

"Damn, these Brits are too cowardly!" The fat man watched the British soldiers in the cafeteria surrender en masse, and there was not even a single soldier who spoke harshly, let alone expected these British soldiers to resist...... (To be continued.) )