Just half an hour after Wang Donghai passed through the jungle, a group of black-clothed people appeared.

The tall man in black reported in Japanese, "Captain, someone has stepped on here."

The short man in black interjected: Shangfeng said on the radio just now that one of our speedboats was blown up by anti-Japanese elements in the sea, could this person be ......

The fat man in black interrupted him and said, "Your analysis is good, it is very likely that it is the anti-Japanese element who blew up the speedboat." ”

After he finished speaking, he crouched down and carefully looked at the marks on the ground, and said in Japanese with an excited face: "It should not be more than an hour for him to pass by here." We must catch him, and we must not let him enter the shore defense area where the Zhangzhou China Army is stationed. ”

Wang Donghai continued to walk through the jungle, but this jungle was much sparser than when he first entered, and he walked much faster.

He stood in the middle of the jungle and watched the sun shine through the trees, and the sun outside was unusually hot, turning the whole jungle into a steamer, filled with moisture and surging heat.

Wang Donghai stood on a big tree sweating, looking at the jungle behind, and saw flocks of birds being frightened from a distance, which quickly attracted his attention, and it turned out that a team was approaching him.

Wang Donghai measured it, and it should be less than a kilometer away from his current processing. He was taken aback, and subconsciously touched a hard bow that he had on his back.

Wang Donghai's judgment was not wrong, and the decisive ones who walked over in the distance were a few men in black - Japanese agents. They were carrying military items such as backpacks, rifles, grenades, etc.

Fat Agent said: "The target we are looking for may be the neighborhood.

They pulled out their muffler-mounted pistols and carefully searched forward.

Several men in black began to scatter and search inside.

They cautiously and cautiously scanned every inch of the jungle they could see, pricking up their ears to discern any movement.

"Huh? No, how can there be a golden cicada's call? The fat agent was shocked, and said to himself: "The cry of the golden cicada is completely inconsistent with the agreed code!" ”

The fat agent tentatively learned the sound of the cricket a few more times, and the cicada chirping was immediately responding, but it was irregular.

"Someone must have had an accident." The fat man in black quickly leaned down and listened.

Several men in black near him also noticed the anomaly, and all of them hid themselves and began to discern the direction from which the cicadas were singing.

The sounds of insects around them rang out several times in succession before falling silent.

The fat agent waved his hand, let out a few cricket calls, and ordered all the team members to start surrounding in the direction where the last cicadas were coming from.

It didn't take long for the man in black in front to make a new discovery.

The fat agent rushed over and saw a man in black lying prone in the grass, face facing to one side, a homemade bamboo arrow piercing his brain through his jaw.

A man in black said in a trembling voice: "This is our man, he didn't react at all when he died, it seems that the other party's attack is very decisive and ruthless." ”

Another man in black was also surprised: "It's amazing that this man can calmly enter our defensive formation and kill our people quietly, and he can also calmly take away backpacks, rifles, grenades, water bottles, and anything else that can be used." ”

The fat man in black said: "His actions are simply a provocation to our warriors of the Great Japanese Empire!" ”

He was enraged, and the muscles in his face kept throbbing.

Seeing that the fat black clothes did not speak, a thin black man next to him carefully checked the corpse, and only turned the corpse over after seeing that there were no trap mines.

As soon as the corpse was turned over, they heard a soft "click", as if the overturned corpse had crushed a dead branch, but a rope bounced up from below.

The fat man in black quickly fell to the ground, and almost at the same time, a bamboo arrow flew out of the bushes in front of him, flew past the waist of the fat man in black, and nailed into the thigh of a man in black not far behind him.

The man in black sat on the ground.

The fat man in black looked up at the bush, and a rudimentary bamboo bow hung down from the bush, still shaking by inertia.

After a false alarm, a man in black nearby got up from the ground and hurriedly went to treat the wounds of his teammate who was hit by the arrow, but fortunately the bamboo arrow was not highly poisonous, otherwise it would be troublesome.

The fat man in black was about to stand up, but he saw the bamboo bow dangling and falling from the bushes, and a rope was wrapped around the other end of the bamboo bow, and the rope straightened and extended to the back of a big tree next to it.

"Click" was another soft sound.

"Serial trap, lie down!" The fat man in black roared and rolled to the side, almost simultaneously dropping a grenade from the canopy above his head.

With a "boom", the grenade exploded in the air, and the man in black who was injured in his leg and the man in black who helped him treat his wound was suddenly hit by the flying shrapnel and his flesh and blood were blurred.

A piece of shrapnel cut a long cut in the fat black's cheek.

He touched the blood on his face and stood up from the ground, looked at the two corpses that had fallen to the ground, and shouted angrily: "Cunning Shina, I will kill you." ”

They didn't expect that Wang Donghai had grown up in the dense forest since he was a child, and not only had accurate marksmanship, but was also good at making all kinds of hidden weapons and forged traps in the forest.

In the jungle not far away, Wang Donghai smiled at the sound of explosions in the distance, stuffed a piece of snatched ration into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it quickly, and replenished his strength. Then, with the captured rifle, he burrowed into the thick jungle again.

The fat man in black didn't have time to deal with the wound on his face, so he quickly summoned his men to move forward and continue to track.