The battlefield finally quieted down, and before Xie Jinyuan could catch his breath, a new event forced him to run downstairs. Asked with doubts while running,

"How many people did you say?"

Yang Ruifu, who brought the news, thought for a while and replied,

"The sentry said it was dark and couldn't see clearly, there must have been more than two hundred people."

"More than 200 people, what are they doing in our four lines of warehouses?"

The two came to the first floor while talking, but saw that the entire miscellaneous barracks were quickly changing their uniforms, and they seemed to be wearing the uniforms of the Japanese Marine Corps.

"Zhang Si ......"

Xie Jinyuan, who originally wanted to call Zhang Sixing's name, thought about it for a while, and felt that it was not appropriate, so he temporarily changed his name,

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang."

With his salutation, Zhang Sixing appeared in front of him wearing his cloth strip suit, in addition to the cloth strip suit on his body, he was also holding a branch box cannon, with a murderous appearance,

"Head Xie, what's the matter, please hurry up and explain, my brother is a little busy here."

"Brother Zhang, what are you...... Who are they? ”

Turning to look at the people who came with Guo Liangjun, Lin Chaodong greeted,

"Lu Fei Zhang"

"To"

Then a man who had already dressed in the uniform of the Japanese Marine Corps came running, and although he did not seem to be familiar with the clothes and equipment, he was still neatly dressed.

"Sir"

In a short time, he had become accustomed to opening his mouth to call the sir.

"This is Head Xie Jinyuan, and he asked who you are."

Hearing Zhang Sixing's inquiry, Lu Feizhang's face suddenly showed a certain smile, and he gave a military salute with a "snap",

"Head Xie, my name is Lu Feizhang, you must remember it when you hear this name."

"Lu Feizhang, he is actually Lu Feizhang."

As if he didn't believe it, Xie Jinyuan muttered to himself and looked up and down dozens of times in front of him wearing the uniform of the Japanese Marine Corps.

It is true that he has dealt with Lu Feizhang in front of him, and to put it simply, he led a team to encircle and suppress his guerrillas a year ago.

Don't look at the 88th Division as a German mechanic, well-equipped and well-supplied, but it can't catch this guy in front of you. Since this is Lu Feizhang in front of him, then the two hundred people don't have to ask about the origin.

The only thing Xie Jinyuan can be sure of is that none of the two hundred people in front of him are easy to mess with.

"Lu Feizhang, then ...... you come here"

"Why, Sir Xie, when you go to the battlefield to fight devils, you shouldn't let your German mechanic specialize in beauty. They are all Chinese, and we will not watch from the sidelines. (It was supposed to be called the fourth, but the fourth was established a year later)"

"But you ......"

Lu Feizhang stood upright, raised his head and reported,

"Report to Regiment Commander Xie, our department was ordered to reinforce the brothers of the 88th Division of the Sixing Warehouse and accept the command of the German instructors."

Looking at Lu Feizhang who was empty-handed, and even noticing that he didn't even have a box cannon, Xie Jinyuan asked,

"Okay, okay, ...... weaponry"

"Oh, don't bother with this matter, Chief Zhang, I'm going to take us to get it."

Go get ......

In the blink of an eye, Xie Jinyuan understood that there were the corpses of nearly a thousand Japanese marines lying outside, not to mention that there were still a large number of guns and ammunition left behind by the 88th Division in the Sixing warehouse.

"Yes, Commander Xie didn't just ask me what to do, I just took the brothers to clean up the battlefield, and I also want to get back the two tanks in the morning, and then collect some shells or something......"

Listening to Zhang Sixing's simplicity, Xie Jinyuan's eyes widened in surprise.

"Now, the sniper on the devil's side......"

"They, I'm afraid the people who take care of them now have come to them."

As predicted by Zhang Sixing, the Japanese marines' attack, because three buildings were targeted and blasted, not only lost artillery support, but also could not even suppress firepower.

As for the snipers, Kiyokawa Pingyang originally asked them to find their own sniper positions, but most of them chose the three buildings that were bombed.

Without heavy machine guns and grenadiers to suppress the Min-24 heavy machine guns, the attack could only be described as a death sentence, especially the forward command post that commanded the attack was simply blown up, and few officers survived.

So the night attack ended hastily, but although the Marines withdrew, the sniper points did not retreat.

However, because of the arrival of night, they did not expect the people of the Sixing warehouse to counterattack at all, and even the Japanese marines did not even fire flares.

After the battle, almost all of the Japanese Marines relaxed, including the snipers of the Higashikawa Force, who were still nominally holding the line, and slept in shifts.

The person who led the way was worthy of Zhang Sixing, who issued a sniper scope, and with three people with box guns, he easily found the sniper position he observed.

Four men dressed in Japanese Marine Corps uniforms quietly walked through the ruined buildings.

"Above, two groups, can't make a sound."

When a sniper who had never learned military sign language told the information to the leader of the team, he saw three comparisons in a formation to prepare for action.

The sniper also intended to follow, but the leader pointed at him, nodded at his feet, and then made a gesture of silence.

The three men bent over, like rats stealing oil, and entered the building under the cover of night.

They held their guns and walked forward unhurriedly. In the eyes of the sniper, these three guys have become one with the box cannon in their hands.

Wherever the gun is pointed, the eyes are looking. Not only that, but when the three of them take action, each has their own position of responsibility.

However, it can be seen that they are also new to learning this set of skills, and they are not proficient in using them. But they have developed the habit of carefully cleaning up the building, not letting go of every unobtrusive corner.

At this time, the sniper downstairs had already seen his first target, which was a pair of snipers in gilly suits. They were lying in a room, and it was no wonder that the muzzle flames and gunfire were not loud.

Just as the sniper was holding his sniper-gun to observe, suddenly two pieces of darkness rose behind the pair of snipers. Even in the darkness, the daggers in their hands shimmered with silver.

The two snipers did not concentrate on the battlefield at this moment, but, like all infantry, let their guard down after the attack, especially after nightfall.

The attack from behind didn't cause them to resist, they were thrust with a dagger without warning, and they just struggled a few times like chickens with their throats cut out, and didn't move.

The sniper's heart was excited, he clearly saw that the guy with the box cannon not only carried the guns of the two snipers on his back, but also groped his body carefully, leaving nothing behind.

The fate of the other group of snipers was exactly the same, and the snipers who saw the whole operation were extremely impressed.

Of course, I don't admire the box cannon, but I admire Zhang Sixing:

I heard them say that Chief Zhang led them to fight last night, and he taught them all these skills.

If you don't admire it, you can't do it, our snipers are not still taught by Chief Zhang.

It's a pity that I don't know which unit Chief Zhang is, otherwise he should have thought of transferring to their troops.