According to the habit, Li Yunlong had to check the nearest shop before checking the sentry.

This army has had such a habit since the days of the Red Army, and it has become a rule for cadres to check shops at night.

Zhaojiayu is a poor village, and there is not even a family in the village that can be called a rich peasant, so there is no decent house, and the personnel of the guard platoon and the regiment headquarters live in the peasants' homes.

At 22:55, Li Yunlong and the monk found that the bunk of Zhu Ziming, the security officer of the regiment headquarters, was empty.

The two glanced at each other, and invariably pulled out the shell gun, and rubbed the gun head on the thigh.

An ominous thought flashed in Li Yunlong's mind, Zhu Ziming was by no means like going to squat in the thatched house, the thatched house was in the courtyard.

The security officer has no duty to check the sentry, so what is he doing in the middle of the night?

Moreover, he went out neatly clothed, for his shell gun was gone.

He shouted softly: "There is a situation, notify everyone to gather urgently." ”

After that, the man had already run out of the house.

The monk woke up others and conveyed the order, and also rushed out of the house and ran after Li Yunlong to the entrance of the village......

At 22:59, the Japanese army agents at the entrance of the former village approached the sentry post of the independent regiment, and one of the special agents who served as the spearhead drew a Finnish sword.

At this time, Li Yunlong, who was running, didn't plan to fire a gun to call the police, he wanted to find out what was going on. It could be a false alarm.

However, the guards platoon and regimental headquarters had been woken up and were getting dressed.

At 23 o'clock, the sentry standing at the entrance of the front village suddenly felt a white light flash in front of his eyes, and before he could shout, he fell down.

The attacker was a master of the attack, and the throwing knife he threw was plunged into the sentry's neck with great precision, staining the snow red with blood from the severed carotid artery. One

If they succeeded, they would not let anyone, and the agents jumped up and rushed into the entrance of the village.

Just when Li Yunlong and the monk were about to approach the entrance of the village, a gunshot from the "horn" pierced the night sky, and the special agent who rushed to the front fell headlong, and a small black hole appeared in the center of his eyebrows.

The shot was fired from an undercover post about 30 metres from the village outpost.

This kind of whistle arrangement is a characteristic of the independent regiment, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang have the same views on the deployment of whistles, and it is obvious that the whistle is vulnerable to attack.

It is stupid to pin the security of an army on a sentry.

In the harsh environment of war, any negligence can lead to catastrophe.

The outposts are sent out irregularly, and depending on the situation, the sentry positions are often changed, because once the rules and regulations are formed, any matter will become rigid.

Tonight's latent post was arranged by Zhao Gang, and the well-trained Japanese special forces were unfavorably planted on the latent post.

If the lurking sentry had a submachine gun in his hand that could fire in bursts, the special team would have to suffer a big loss, the road at the entrance of the village was narrow, the special team members could not form a battle formation, they were all crowded together, the soldier who was shot was only a few meters away from the latent sentry post, and there was no need for a sharpshooter to fire at such a distance, and it was a sudden fire from the dark to the light, which could have had the upper hand, the key was that the weapons in the hands of the sentry were too poor.

His "Hanyang-made" rifle needed time to reload the cartridge casing, and the short delay of seven or eight seconds cost him his life, and the submachine gun in the hands of the special agents knocked him down with a short shot.

Li Yunlong and the monk had already spotted this group of enemies, and they were waiting on both sides of the road.

Veterans with actual combat experience never bluff when fighting, and carefully calculate the disparity between the two sides like a stingy businessman, how to exchange their limited capital for the greatest benefits.

When they saw that their sentries had been defeated, they would never rush over in anger to avenge their comrades, but did not even raise their eyebrows.

The Sentinels have done their duty, and now it's their turn to do their duty.

Well, if a few people die and cry and shout for revenge, this battle will not be fought, only the fledgling recruits will do it.

Li Yunlong crouched behind a grinding disc, several bullet-filled magazines neatly arranged in front of him, his body remained static and motionless like a sculpture.

Behind a low wall not far across the road, the monk held two loaded shell guns and quietly watched the agents in motion......

In fact, as soon as the gun rang out just now, Li Yunlong found that this group of devils was a little evil, their posture was very strange, holding a submachine gun in one hand and pointing in front, holding a shell gun in the other, the muzzle of the gun was soaring to the sky, the body was full of magazines, a dagger with a sheath hung on the belt, and the steel helmet on the head was not reflected at all in the moonlight.

Damn, it's weird, the war has been fought for five or six years, and there are hundreds of devils who have fallen under their guns, and I haven't seen the devil infantry who doesn't make the "38 big cover", what a fucking evil door.

During World War II in the 40s of the 20th century, the theory of special operations had just matured and been put into practice in various military powers.

Not to mention Li Yunlong, even Zhao Gang, who was born as a college student, doesn't know what special forces are.

He is moving with a platoon of guards to the entrance of the village, like Li Yunlong, he is not panicked at all, there is nothing to fear from the devil coming from the front village entrance, just resist it at the entrance of the village, it is a big deal to retreat from the entrance of the back village to the mountain, and it is useless to enter the mountain devil to come to a wing. Unbeknownst to him, the back road had been cut off.

When Li Yunlong and the other devil soldiers were only a few meters away from him, the shell gun in his hand suddenly shot a long shot, and the two devils at the front fell down in response, and the remaining devils were worthy of special forces, and their reactions were extremely agile.

At the same time as the gun rang out, his body had already rolled out on his side, and in the process of rolling, he used the submachine gun to shoot short bursts one after another, knocking the stone grinding disc in front of Li Yunlong into a splash of rubble.

A bullet slashed against Li Yunlong's neck, cutting a blood groove on his neck, and the blood flowed hot down his neck into the collar, shocking Li Yunlong's cold sweat flowing down his head, this group of devils is extraordinary.

He didn't have to think about it.

"Tom!"

The devil's grenadier rang out, and two shells dragged the strange scream one after the other and landed on the grinding plate.

"Boom!"

The explosion caused the gravel to fall one after another, Li Yunlong spat and secretly exclaimed, the hit was really accurate, the two grenadiers hit the first shot, and the shells both fell on one point.

If it weren't for the grinding disc blocking the shell, it might have hit Li Yunlong's back directly.

, it's hard stubble today.

At the same time as Li Yunlong's side was fighting, the scouts arranged by Li Tian had also rushed to the vicinity of Zhaojiayu and hurriedly passed on the information here.

Li Tian received the information and immediately felt refreshed.

"Brothers, be ready, remember my words, save people, little Japan we can deal with at any time. ”