In the dark night, the woods were extremely quiet, scattered craters were abruptly scattered in the woods, and all the creatures did not dare to appear at random after several days of non-stop shelling, although they themselves thought they were the elves of the night.

But now, the elves were trembling, huddled in their caves, afraid to make a sound, waiting for the unwarranted calamity to pass by itself.

Only the sparks scattered around the crater, the burning wood makes some explosions, and the cries of cicadas do not add a little color to the forest, but rather add a bit of ominousness.

At this time, after Captain Sullivan put the last magazine away, he glanced at the team members, and the team members nodded to indicate that they were ready, and then the captain said calmly and in a low voice.

"Now no one is allowed to make any sound, quiet, quiet! Follow me and move forward. ”

Zhou Hu picked up the M1 in his hand, adjusted his breathing, and then walked at the back of the line, vigilantly around.

"Eh, Zhou Hu, how is the wound on your body." At this time, one of the opponents in front turned back to Zhou Hu and said.

Zhou Hu looked at him suspiciously: "Wound? I don't have any wounds, I'm fine now. ”

The officer said, "If you have something, just tell me, don't bear it yourself, even if it's a small pain, who knows what those dog mongrels will do to you." ”

"Attack me?"

"That's right, haven't you been forced to confess these days, you take off your clothes, if it's serious, I'll deal with it for you, and it won't delay our goal."

At this time, Zhou Hu reacted, and the character began to have spirituality, and he would take the initiative to talk to him, besides, Zhou Hu looked at the soldier's right arm.

Originally, there was only an armband on it, but I don't know when it became a white armband with a red cross on it.

"Medic?" When did there be a medical soldier in the team, Zhou Hu looked at him suspiciously

I saw that the original M1 rifle of the medical soldier was gone, the gun in his hand was replaced by a pistol, and there was an iron backpack behind him at some point, and the backpack was also printed with the logo of the Red Cross, which seemed to be some medical items inside.

"Eh, brother, what's your name?"

The medical soldier cracked his mouth, bared his white teeth, and smiled at Zhou Hu: "Francis, just call me this." ”

At this time, Zhou Hu also looked at the other soldiers, each soldier was different from before, when Zhou Hu just got out of trouble, these seven soldiers, each of them was a unified M1 rifle, everyone had the same clothes, even the official rank was the same, only the captain had a small star.

Now everyone has changed a lot, Captain Sullivan is at the front, the captain's outfit has not changed much, even the gun in his hand is still M1.

But the next six people have changed greatly, and the two soldiers who followed closely behind the captain were following the captain left and right, scanning the jungle next to them.

In the hands of two people, one man's gun has been transformed into the famous Thomson-style submachine gun, and the iconic disc drum is too impressive.

Although the other man was also holding an M1 rifle, he had a military uniform, and at some point the bear was embroidered on the corner of the shirt, and the knees of his legs were patched with cartoon decorations.

Then there was an extremely sturdy soldier with a heavy machine gun in his hand, although Zhou Hu couldn't tell what model it was, but a long chain of bullets extended from the side of the gun and coiled on the soldier's white T-shirt.

This soldier did not wear a military uniform at all, but only used a T-shirt to half-cover his extremely abdominal muscles, which looked like a heavy fireman.

Next to the heavy fireman, there was a soldier walking with his head down, and the soldier carried a large cloth bag. There are also a lot of grenades hanging on the bullet on the body, only on the side of the leg, there is a pistol, and it is difficult to say whether the small pistol can kill people 20 meters away.

This is supposed to be a loader, who is specifically following the heavy fireman, and is responsible for supplying the heavy fireman with ammunition.

After that, Francis, who had just spoken to Zhou Hu, but because he needed to speak quietly, he had gradually become parallel to the last team member.

Finally, although the team members are also in the same military uniform, but their bodies are wrapped with green branches, and they already have the feeling of camouflage uniforms, and the leaves are still showing their tender green, indicating that the branches have only been picked off for a short time.

The soldier has a rifle equipped with a scope in his hand, and at this time, the existence of the scope is still a rare thing, and it is impossible to assemble it on a large scale, so it seems that this is a sniper.

And Zhou Hu walked at the end of the team.

It was a little quiet in the middle of the night, and in the distance, a faint red light was reflected in the night.

"Alert!"

Captain Sullivan whispered in front of the team.

"There's something wrong up front." Captain Sullivan poked his neck for a moment.

"Wilkin, come with me."

Then the opponent with the Thomson submachine gun in his hand followed Captain Sullivan, and the two of them slowly moved forward with their guns in their hands.

I saw a small open space in front of me. There were several Japanese soldiers lying crookedly in the clearing.

At this time, Zhou Hu had already found cover and saw the Japanese soldiers in the open space in front of him. The soldiers were clearly different from the others in that each soldier wore a dark brown cloak like a raincoat.

"Huh? No, it's, it's, the gendarmerie. ”

Although Zhou Hu did not conduct in-depth research on the Japanese army during World War II, he was not as good as professional scholars, but the unit where Zhou Hu was before was established early, and he can also understand one or two through the historical data of the army.

In the Japanese army, the gendarmerie is a privileged department, they are the police who specialize in supervising the army, and their status is far above that of ordinary combat troops, and their selection is also very strict, and they must go through written examinations, physical fitness tests, and even height, weight, and appearance requirements when recruiting.

In addition to regular military training, the gendarmes also need to learn various military regulations and police techniques, and it is precisely because of the strict selection and difficult training that the high-standard treatment of the Japanese military police is also incomparable with that of ordinary soldiers, and the income of an ordinary military police officer can reach five or six times that of an army soldier.

Each was armed with a saber and a southern pistol, and was dressed even more similarly to a Japanese officer, so different from the average sergeant that it was instantly recognizable.

And lying on the ground in front of him was the Japanese gendarmerie, which was not very numerous, only six people.

But all six of them lay motionless on the ground.

"What's the situation?"

Captain Sullivan slowly took his gun, walked over to the soldier, kicked him, and looked at the others.

Everyone was covered in mud, and it was unclear what it looked like.

"How is this going on, how can there be devils killed in this place."

Captain Sullivan glanced at him twice, then said to the opponent behind him, "Eh! It's okay, come here. The paramedics, come and check and check, and the others are on alert. ”

"It's coming, it's coming, it's coming."

Francis ran from the bunker to the captain, and the others also came out of the bunker, looked around with their guns in hand, and slowly walked towards the captain.

Francis was half-crouching next to the Japanese soldiers, already reaching out to untie the Japanese soldiers' clothes.

And the captain and his counterparts are guarding the surroundings.

Zhou Hu was also far away from the bunker because of the last reason in the team, and he just leaned out from behind the bunker and looked behind him with a gun.

"How many floors does a bag of rice have to fight!"

By the time Zhou Hu looked back at the source of the sound, Francis had already been pierced in the lower abdomen with a bayonet.