1:45 a.m.

"Nani ......"

Funagi Daisa's binoculars were staring at the stronghold that had just ceased fire, and his eyes were full of doubt.

I...... I just saw a figure...... The stronghold......

The stronghold was active, and although it had just inexplicably stopped attacking, it was now back shooting.

The crooked handle shot at the building without stopping. The crisp gunshots of the 38 style rang non-stop.

But Funagi still felt that the reaction of that stronghold was strange.

Other than that, it felt like I had just seen a bunch of monsters, with human bodies but heads like ...... Like a "mushroom".

Chinese wearing buckets?

, fighting with a hat at night, the head of the person who does that must be broken.

At this time, the group of "mushroom monsters" had been quietly interspersed among the various strongholds of the Japanese army under the leadership of Zhang Sixing.

In fact, except for the marines who surrounded the miscellaneous barracks, the Japanese soldiers in the rest of the places were much more guarded.

It's nothing more than watching a few intersections, or arranging a machine-gun nest on the main road.

The Shanghai market is too big, and there are too few devils.

Zhang Sixing, who was carrying a gun on his back, basically didn't use a gun, not only his own sniper rifle, but even the box gun on his chest.

He doesn't even kill people if he doesn't have to.

As an elite soldier, you know when you need to kill and when you have to "work" quietly.

Infiltration can best reflect the level of a soldier's psychological quality and combat technology.

Lurking in a pile of rubble, Zhang Sixing was carefully observing a few Japanese marines dangling on the road.

Here he could see a small second floor near the intersection that had been blown half off by a bomb, with a crooked handle.

In addition, there are a few scattered mobile posts, and as for whether there are any lurking posts, it has not yet been seen.

Such intersections are the hardest to pass unless they kill everyone.

Otherwise, it would only take a few minutes for the Japanese to find out that someone might have launched a surprise attack on some important target.

There weren't many people on the road, and this was a cleared area, and if it weren't for the intersection, even machine gun nests wouldn't have been arranged.

But this intersection was the only way for them to approach the position of the Japanese artillery squad.

"Maybe you'll have to kill ......"

After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to the soldiers hiding in a pile of rubble behind him, and raised a single palm to stop them and hide in place.

With a bear claw blade on his finger, he crept out of the shadows, trying to attack the patrol that had just passed nearby.

It was at this moment that the fire on the barracks building suddenly stopped.

This change caused the Japanese soldiers on patrol to stop and habitually observe their surroundings.

Suddenly, the four lines retracted into the shadows.

At this moment, he was no more than ten meters away from the Japanese soldiers on patrol.

"Yamamoto-kun, those guys' resistance has stopped."

Another patrol came and spoke to the soldier named Yamamoto, who responded casually.

"yes"

Then he looked around, and suddenly pulled out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Nishiki, help me block it, I'll light a cigarette."

Cigarettes, a necessity on the battlefield, are sometimes more important than bullets.

The man named Nishiki spoke, pointing in the direction of the cannon team with his chin.

"The Chinese army has been defeated, and when their unscrupulous officers fled, they did not even take the wounded with them."

The sound of a lighter sounded.

The Japanese soldiers in front of them obviously do this often. Even when a cigarette is lit at night, there is not the slightest light from the fire.

took a deep breath before handing a cigarette with a fire head in the palm of his hand to the man named Ximu,

"His officials were corrupt and the merchants were mercenary. You know how many shops in Shanghai today greeted the imperial army with our national flag, and there were people who carried things to comfort our wounded soldiers. ”

"Sie" a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, asked Ximu to take the cigarette and put it in the palm of his hand, took a puff and said casually,

"It doesn't matter, I know that there are bastards like that in every country. If there was such a businessman in Japan, I would force him to apologize with a bayonet. ”

may have felt nauseous, and the Japanese soldier also spat on thick phlegm before saying,

"Seppuku, it's too cheap for him. Such a guy is not a samurai who is not worthy of seppuku, and should stab his entire family to death with a bayonet, leaving not a single shitty bastard behind. ”

Speaking of this, the two Japanese soldiers suddenly changed the subject,

"Yamamoto-kun, I heard that even the military doctors and nurses in the wounded barracks have been caught, and they are all female nurses who are very beautiful."

"Female nurse? I hope they can be included in the comfort women, in that case......"

Then the two Japanese soldiers let out a lewd laugh.

They should have laughed for a short time, though, as the jagged teeth of the Bear Claw blade peeking out of the shadows behind them scattered tiny pieces of light.

Zhang Sixing, who was preparing to make a move, didn't have a murderous intent because he heard something.

After the baptism of the Spanish battlefield, he has long maintained an iron heart for what he has seen and heard on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, he was just about to make a move, when suddenly there was a messy sound of horses' hooves.

Then there was the sound of the chariot driving the horses.

Not only that, but with the night breeze, there was some faint laughter,

"Imperial Army...... This one...... Hardman, you ......"

-groove, so soon out of the gang-traitor, it's not worth making a fuss.

After all, in the future, even the number of puppet armies will exceed the total number of Japanese troops invading China, which can be regarded as a "Guinness" in World War II.

Thinking softly, he took off his sniper rifle from his back.

I tried my best not to make a noise all the way, and I was worried that it would affect the position of the assault gun team, but now it seems that I have to use it. Hold out four fingers back and point back at your feet.

As his order was given, four "mushroom monster" figures, Xiao Yiyiyi, rushed over.

At this time, two Japanese soldiers who were smoking were relieved to carry their guns and greet a quartermaster carriage slowly approaching with their eyes.

There were three people in the carriage, two of whom wore the yellow uniform of the Japanese Army, and one was the owner of the carriage.

They weren't too nervous, three people in a carriage could make big waves.

Besides, there is a two-person machine gun team on the small building behind it.

The two waved on the side of the road and gave instructions,

"Stop"

As they spoke, two more of the seven Japanese soldiers in the half detachment scattered nearby.

The leader was Jun Cao, who led the team, and three Japanese soldiers stood behind him in a half-circle with bayonets.

At this time, the four "mushroom monsters"-like people also went to hide not far behind them.

With just a glance at the figures of the four people, Zhang Sixing knew that they were the four captains under him. Worried about Hansen's injuries a little, there should be no problem with the other three killing people behind their backs.

Turning his gaze back to the scene, he immediately felt that something was wrong with the matter in front of him.

The coachman jumped up and greeted the four Japanese soldiers, and the thing turned out to be a coachman who knew Japanese.

"Taijun, let's send ammunition to the front, this is a common disease in the military department, you work hard, hard, come to smoke a cigarette."

While Jun Cao was checking the pass with a flashlight, Zhang Sixing slowly raised his sniper rifle.

Out of the corner of his eye, pay close attention to the strange communication on the road.

It is said that during World War II, the Japanese Navy and the Army did not deal with each other, and it was common for them to tear each other down, and even made a lot of jokes.

But the two Japanese army soldiers with their baggage were too cold, and they couldn't even get off the carriage when they saw the Marines.

It's not right, it's definitely not right.