Not long after Muto Akira's large army left, a figure quietly lurked over. Half an hour later, a small group of Japanese soldiers here, except for the squad leader, all the others fell.

"Tell me, where Muto Sho went." Playing with the military thorn in his hand, his eyes full of murderous intent, staring at the squad leader whose limbs were all broken, Qing Yu asked coldly.

"Humph!" The leader of the devil squad snorted coldly.

Qing Yu didn't have any extra words, and flicked the military thorn, and the cold military thorn passed directly through the opponent's eyes and pierced into the brain. The leader of the devil squad didn't even have the strength to struggle, and he died instantly.

After carefully searching the surroundings, Light Feather quickly confirmed the signs of the departure of the large army. Without hesitation, he gathered the ammunition he needed and ran in the direction of the front of the large Japanese army.

At this time, in his heart, there was only one thought, and that was to kill Muto Zhang. When he approached the empty camp, he heard that Muto had just left. So, he chose to eliminate the few defenders in the camp.

The eleven comrades-in-arms who depended on each other in life and death fell here like this, burying their light feathers with their own hands, looking at the incomplete companions, their hearts were completely occupied by killing thoughts. There is no fear, no retreat, no calmness, just boundless killing intent. Even if he paid with his life for it, he would not take a step back.

The executioner who killed his comrades has already been killed by him, but the real damn is the one who gave the order. In addition, the purpose of their trip was Muto Sho. In public or private, he had no reason to back down.

Vudin Zabu was a small town, which by this time had been completely occupied by the Japanese army. In addition to the comfort women who were captured by the Japanese army, there were only a large number of Indonesians who were recruited to dig bunkers.

Light Feather was quietly lurking on the cliff on the south side of Wudingzhab. Behind this cliff is a cliff that is nearly 90 degrees steep, and below the cliff is an unfathomable stream. The cliffs are rugged, the ravines are vertical and horizontal, and the vegetation is overgrown. Wudingzhab is opposite to the northern slope of the cliff, and the large and small houses are scattered and crowded one after another. The streamer-like Wuding River meanders through the town, and at the zigzag bend, there are several reinforced concrete pavilions, which stand like chickens among the dilapidated and depressed houses. This was the Japanese headquarters that was established after the occupation of Wudingzhab by the Japanese army. The small building is built along the river. There is a large empty field near the river. There is a high platform built at the north end of the field, which is usually used by the Kono brigade for meetings.

Since the other three sides of the cliff were blocked by the Japanese army, Light Feather could only climb up from the cliff behind. The water roars like a roaring wild horse. The cliffs reach into the sky. Hardly even the rock eagle could get a foothold. The Japanese army did not believe that anyone could overcome such a natural danger. So there was no deployment of troops on the back side of the cliff.

Light Feather risked death to swim across the roaring river, and dragged her scarred body up the cliff. The cliff is as steep as a giant sword piercing the blue sky, and it is dizzying to look at. Light feather has no tools for climbing. It can only rely on its limbs to attach itself to the rock wall like a gecko, and move upwards little by little. After a short time, his hands were ground into a bloody blur, except for the index finger of his right hand, the other nine fingers were dripping with blood, leaving two lines of shocking blood marks on the steep cliff. The mountain wind howled under his feet, and sweat mixed with blood soaked his clothes. Even the flying mountain eagle was stunned by Light Feather's action, and quickly swept past him, making a loud chirp that shook Jiugao.

When Light Feather finally reached the top of the cliff, the sun had already set in the west, and a large shadow had spread over the forest sea, covering the lush grass.

Carefully unwrapping the strip of cloth wrapped around his right index finger, he had to take care of it as if it were his eyes in order to shoot accurately. The mountain breeze blows through the grass, rippling layer by layer like a green wave. Cloaked in a camouflage of twigs and grass, Light Feathers hides in the grass like a cheetah watching an antelope. The view here is wide, and you can almost overlook the entire town, especially the movement of the devil in that empty field, which is clear under the telescope.

Judging by various indications, it was the Japanese Kono Brigade stationed here. Inside and outside the town, including various intersections, double posts are set up. Light and heavy machine guns and infantry artillery were on the lookout, and all kinds of powerful firearms turned Wuding Zabu into a almost impregnable wall. Qing Yu looked at it for more than an hour before putting down the binoculars. To deal with these devils, it will definitely not work to fish in the troubled waters from before, not to mention that it is daytime now, it is impossible to swagger into Wuding Zabu, and the only way is to snipe from a distance. If the little devil's Muto Akira bumps into the muzzle of his gun, it must be those dead brothers who bless him in heaven.

Qing Yu used a telescope to slowly observe the deployment of the Japanese army, and his position at the moment was more than a hundred meters vertical from Wuding Zabu, which was condescending, and it was easy to see the devil's defensive position. The north slope of the mountainside is equipped with three machine gun positions, and there are also devils in the forests on the left and right sides, which is similar to his previous speculation, after the battle starts, it is impossible to retreat from the mountain forest.

If you are discovered by the devils and cannot evacuate quickly, you can only be torn apart by artillery fire in addition to being surrounded by Japanese troops. As soon as Light Feather had set up a sniper position, the Japanese troops in the village gradually increased, and a group of devils drove out of the town in full armor and gathered in the empty field by the river.

Light Feather didn't close her eyes for two days and two nights, and fatigue and sleepiness came in bursts, and her eyelids were as heavy as a mountain. It would have been nice if he could have slept for a few minutes at this time, but the enemy was gathering, how could he miss the opportunity? Light Feather quietly pulled out the thorn and slammed it into his body, the piercing pain of the blade making him almost crush his steel teeth.

He pulled out the thorn and put it in his mouth, the warm blood flowing down the blade into his throat, and the drowsiness disappeared in an instant. This was the way he used to contend with the extreme coldness when he was in the water last night, and he had just stabbed himself a third time when Sakai Jubei passed by him. This is a true assassin, cunning as a fox, ruthless as a snake, with the stoic tenacity of a lone wolf in Siberia, who will not hesitate to burn his own life in order to achieve his goals. Sakai Jubei and the Japanese special attack team could not do this, and could only use the head and soul as a sacrifice to death.

Light Feather was intently observing the movement under the mountain, and the sound of "rustling" suddenly sounded on the left side of the cliff, which was the sound of the grass waves being separated, and it was not disturbed by wild things, but someone was walking here. Light Feather judged quickly. There were two of them, and they were two well-trained Japanese soldiers. Could it be that his whereabouts were discovered by devils? The muscles of Light Feather are tense, like a cobra ready to attack. He didn't look back, didn't move, and continued to crouch in the grass. There is a cliff behind, surrounded by strong enemies, and the heavy firepower under the mountain is waiting for him, this is a real desperate situation and a place of death, unless a miracle happens, he can survive in a desperate situation.

Obviously. Muto Akira has arrived. And he didn't leave, otherwise there would be no need for the Kono Brigade under the mountain to make such a big move.

What to do? Qingyu's mind raced, imagining what might happen next. If he takes the initiative to attack, he can completely use his marksmanship to catch the enemy by surprise. So. The plan to assassinate Akira Muto will be in vain. Is the blood of those brothers shed in vain? Continue to lurk. Once discovered by the devils, they will fall into great passivity, and not only will their plans be frustrated. You can also lose your own life. Even if they are lucky enough not to be discovered by the enemy, if these two guys do not leave, it will be difficult to implement the sniper plan...... Light Feather listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer, and her eyes gradually condensed into ice. His lurking position is the crevice of the rock wall, surrounded by lush vegetation, which is a natural sniper point from any angle. But this place also has a fatal heel, once discovered by the enemy and unable to move quickly, it will become a living target for anti-aircraft machine guns and artillery.

The two devils finally stopped, occupied a vantage point on the top of the mountain, and kept a tight guard. Kono's eyes were very poisonous, and he actually saw the threat of this mountain cliff to Wuding Zabu at a critical moment. Although he and the others should be eliminated in their opinion, this kid is still not at ease, and still sends two special marksmen to occupy the commanding heights, there are two marksmen here, condescending, no matter which direction the danger is attacking, it can not only warn in advance, but also cooperate with the machine gun position on the mountainside to carry out effective strikes.

Perhaps the light feather was too well hidden, the two Japanese soldiers did not find the light feather, and recently, a devil almost stepped on the head of the light feather, but unfortunately the man's attention was at the bottom of the mountain, and he did not find the deadly assassin close to him. The two devils observed for a while, and placed the machine gun position at eight o'clock on the left rear side of the light feather.

Light Feather exhaled slowly, leaning his eyes on the optical scope of the sniper rifle, carefully observing the movement in the field under the mountain. In order to better disguise himself, he wrapped his sniper rifle in strips of green cloth with a thin branch stuck in the barrel of the gun, swaying in the wind. At this time, he disappeared into the grass like a green snake, and if it weren't for the occasional blinking of his eyes behind the scope, almost no one would have believed that there was a living creature here.

As Kabyu expected, the Japanese Muto Sho did not leave Wu Ding Zabu. The heavy rain last night delayed the day's trip, and they had to wait until this afternoon to rush to the next stop, the Akai Brigade.

Muto Zhang, who had not shown up for three months, knew that when China would attack Sumatra at any time, he had to reassure the troops. Inspecting the troops is also a move that must be done, so that the troops below can see him and unite the morale of the troops.

Muto Akira, who came to the Kono Brigade, wanted to leave immediately, but he was worried about Sakai Jubei's Blue Flower Special Attack Team, so he deliberately stayed for half a day. However, half a day passed, and he didn't see the Blue Flower Special Attack Team, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

Before leaving, Kono Nakasa specially arranged for Muto Akira to review the morale of the combat troops. He gathered the selected squadrons of the Japanese army in the field by the river and gave Muto Akira a demonstration of combat skills and on-the-spot killing training to demonstrate the Japanese army's bushido spirit.

The first to appear was a group of Japanese soldiers with bayonets, expressionless and murderous, walking neatly into the field. On the south side of the field, facing the high platform, a row of wooden stakes were erected, and on each stake was tied a ragged Indonesian, including an elderly man, a woman and a child.

The Japanese soldiers, armed with bright bayonets, walked up to the stakes, howled like wild beasts, and stabbed at the weeping Chinese special forces. Suddenly, the sword light was like lightning, blood flowers were flying, and the most terrible screams sounded by the Wuding River...... One by one, the vivid lives were repeatedly penetrated by the Type 30 bayonet, and the blood stained the Wuding River with red and whimpering. The pregnant woman on the far left, her belly slit, the Japanese soldier lifted the baby on the bayonet and held it high, and the baby, who had not even had time to look at it, spasmed helplessly on the spear......

Muto Zhang smiled, and the applause on the high platform shook the sky.

Seeing this scene, Qingyu's eyes were filled with blood mist, and the military thorn in his mouth was almost bitten off, and seeing the atrocities of the Japanese army with his own eyes was associated with his comrades dying by his side, and he was powerless to rescue, this pain gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake.

Next up is the stabbing performance. The Japanese soldier appeared with a stubby guy. There is a Type 38 rifle in both hands, and the Type 30 bayonet on the rifle is cold and soul-stealing. At the other end of the field, a few devils brought three Indonesian guerrillas covered in bruises, untied their ropes, and pushed them into the field, where three rifles were lined up in the center of the field. Although the three Indonesian guerrillas couldn't understand what the devil was saying, they could understand what the devil was trying to do. They glanced at each other, bent down to pick up the 38 rifle on the ground, and surrounded the Japanese soldier in the shape of a "pin".

It fell into the hands of the Japanese, and they did not intend to live. You can kill a few more devils before you die. Nature is what they hope for the most. The devil howled and tore at his shirt, revealing his calf-thick arms, muscles bulging and clumping. In the applause of Akira Muto. The Japanese soldiers roared like thunder. Bayonets like silver lightning. Stab the Indonesian in the chest in front of you. The guerrilla blocked with a gun, and the other two guerrillas stabbed at the devil with their guns at the same time. The devil ignored the bayonets on both sides, and the bayonets stabbed straight like dragons. The Indonesian in front of him couldn't withstand the vigorous assassination of the devil, the tiger's mouth cracked, the bayonet came out of his hand, and he watched the sharp knife light penetrate his chest. When the bayonets on both sides touched his body, the devil suddenly turned around, grabbed the body of the Indonesian on the right with his left arm like lightning, and his right foot flew up and kicked heavily on the wrist of the Indonesian on the left. With a "click", the wrist bone of the soldier on the left shattered, and the rifle flew out of his hand. The soldier on the right countered the bayonet, but he didn't know that the three or eight shots were caught by the devil, like iron casting, and he didn't want to move the slightest.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the devil slashed the gun with one arm and stabbed back. The Indonesian on the right had to abandon his gun and dodge. The warrior on the left saw that his brother was in danger and pounced on the devil like an angry lion. The devil had quick eyes and quick hands, and his bayonet swept through the sky like a meteor, piercing his abdomen in an instant.

The Indonesian on the left fell, grabbed the bayonet with his unbroken right hand, and held on to death. Seeing the tragic death of his brother, the warrior on the right picked up another rifle from the ground and screamed and stabbed at the devil. The devil roared, and with the strength of his arms, he picked up the warrior on the left with a bayonet and smashed it at the warrior on the right like a windmill. The warrior on the right had to dodge, and just took two steps back, but he didn't expect the little devil to come first, and the bayonet penetrated his chest like a strange python out of a hole.

Bursts of wolf-like cheers rang out from the high platform, Japanese soldiers Muto Akira applauded wildly, and Kono had a cruel smile on his face.

Qing Yu forced himself to calm down, he couldn't save his comrades, and he couldn't save the civilians who were slaughtered under the mountain, the only thing he could do was to avenge them with the gun in his hand. He took a deep breath, the anger in his heart slowly extinguished, and it seemed that his blood had become as cold as the rock beneath him. He must forget the dangers around him, forget what is happening, and not let anger take control of his heart. His target is the Japanese Muto Akira on the high platform, and only if his heart is like water, can he kill with one blow.

Light Feather checked the shooting Zhu Yuan again, and his straight-line distance from the target was about 810 meters, a figure that should be accurate after many visual inspections and scope calibration. The sun flag above the high platform flutters slowly, the southeast wind, the wind speed is not high, but the trajectory of the bullet is a parabola rather than a straight line, after the bullet is shot out of 300 meters, due to the influence of gravity, the height drops sharply, and the kinetic energy is also rapidly exhausted, coupled with the influence of factors such as wind and temperature, it will inevitably deflect. If the trajectory is not calculated in advance, it will be difficult to hit the target. And he can only shoot one shot, there is no chance of correcting the error, he must kill with one shot.

After the shooting performance and the queue training, Kono asked Akira Muto to give a lecture to the Japanese army. Muto Akira was full of spirits, walked to the front of the stage, delivered an enthusiastic speech to the Japanese troops present, and encouraged all the soldiers to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor, to use their blood and lives to complete the Great East Asian Holy War, to open up the territory for the Japanese Empire, to open up the foundation for the Yamato nation, and to resolutely resist the Chinese offensive. The Japanese soldiers were like fanatical martyrs, and the roar shook the sky, and the thunder rolled over Wuding Zabu.

Akishi Muto was smug and laughed.

Light Feather's slender and powerful index finger pressed the trigger, and with a light afterburner, a vengeful bullet broke free, tore through the air, and rushed to the target down the mountain at a speed of 800 m/s. Muto Akira's smile had not disappeared, and his body seemed to be hit head-on by a high-speed car, flying straight backwards, and the broken flesh and bones splashed on Kono Shaosa next to him like raindrops. Kono, who was well-trained, immediately lay down, rolled to Muto's side, picked him up, and saw that his left chest had been blasted open by a bullet with a bloody hole the size of a bowl. Kono knew that the enemy must have moved his hands and feet on the warhead to cause this kind of trauma similar to a dummy bullet, and even if Amakasu went down to earth, he would not be able to save Suzuki's life. Muto Zhang's face was covered with blood, his hands spasmodically grabbed Kono, his eyes widened, and he said intermittently: "Your Majesty the Emperor...... The Great East Asia Holy War ......" was not finished, and his life was whimpered.

He didn't aim for Muto Akira's head, because at a distance of eight hundred meters, the chance of hitting the opponent's head was too low. Even the Chinese sniper rifle has a range of 1,500 meters, but at a distance of 500 meters, it is rarely aimed at the head. The chest is also one of the must-kill positions. And the goal is bigger, and the success rate is higher.

And Muto Zhang, who has always been cautious, didn't even figure out why there were enemies here when he died.

The two Japanese top shooters, not expecting a deadly killer hidden in the grass in front of them, reacted quite quickly, turned their guns around and fired fiercely at the place where the shots rang out. The 6.5mm rain of bullets cut through knee-deep grass and trees, and even the rocks were torn apart. While the Heavy suppresses it, the observer wields his rifle and circles behind the light feather. At this moment, a grenade flew out of a crack in the rock and exploded in a volley near the machine-gun position, killing the machine gunner instantly. The observer's hand was torn off his right leg by a jagged fragment and rolled into the grass. Light Feathers burst out of the lurking crevices like cheetahs, and the submachine gun let out a "da-da-da" roar. The observer was unable to fight back, so he could only roll desperately to dodge the bullets that followed him.

Like a gambler who has lost everything, Kono pointed to the opposite cliff and shouted, "Concentrate all the artillery fire and blow this mountain to the ground." ”

Seeing that Kono had lost his mind, the staff officer cautiously reminded: "Your Excellency, our soldiers are still on the mountain. ”

Kono's blood-red eyes widened, interrupting the staff officer's words, and said angrily: "Don't tell me this, I just want the bones of the person who killed the general to be gone." Otherwise, we'll have a caesarean section. ”

The Japanese did not dare to slack off, and the artillery squadron attached to the Kono Brigade opened fire fiercely, and the sky on the cliff was shattered, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, and huge stones flew into the sky like a meteor shower. The Japanese observers could not dodge and were blown to pieces by the shells. Light Feather rolled over continuously at an astonishing speed, making all kinds of unbelievable evasive moves, but the cannonballs were overwhelming, and there was nowhere to avoid them. A few more shells fell, rocks collapsed, cliffs collapsed, and roaring waves of air wrapped in light feathers and threw down into the deep stream. (To be continued......)