Camp Commander Xue squatted in his pit, with a wooden plank of twigs woven above his head, and covered with nearby dirt, feeling like a dream for a few hours.

Outside was a meadow, and he couldn't help but miss the mountains of his hometown.

I promised that if I were in my hometown, the terrain for the ambush would be much better than here. At least encounter the enemy's cavalry, and don't worry too much about being caught up by devils, there are many mountains in your hometown.

I am confident that with my ability to run the mountain road, I can sneak those devil soldiers to death.

It's a pity that he's really worried here.

It's a flat river here, and with the speed of the devil's action, it is almost certain that he will be surrounded by the other party, and there will be no chance to run.

In the distance, an explosion sounded from nowhere, piercing through the thin layer of dirt on the roof, and the dirt fell down the cracks in the branches.

Some morning light seeped in through the vents, and it was a foxhole-like place where you could only sit with your legs bent.

These places are a kilometer past the main road, and this place in Jiangnan is so bad that you can't dig too deep bunkers. Dig a little deeper, and water will seep out.

And the worst part of this ambush is that you can't smoke, and you breathe in the humid air of the early morning mixed with the earthy smell of the fields, and your throat is itchy and uncomfortable.

A blade of grass is plucked from the gap in the "ceiling" and filled into the mouth, grinding between the teeth, and a bitter taste spreads.

Of course, it wasn't that Zhang Sixing didn't give them food, the two big white steamed buns were sandwiched with vegetables and meat, and I don't know where the people in the miscellaneous barracks found them. There is also a military kettle of water, which is his food for the day.

Camp Commander Xue doesn't plan to eat now, he has to eat until noon, who knows when the next meal will be.

The sound of motorcycles sounded on the highway, and Camp Commander Xue's heart suddenly lifted.

But he couldn't move, because they were ambush troops, and they couldn't move if they couldn't hear their trumpet. Several pistol teams were placed in front, all of them were about two or three companies in number.

And the command is also quite interesting, which company moves what lights-out number, which team moves the charge number, and if you don't hear your own horn, even if you are found dead in the pit by the devil, you can't move.

God knows what kind of attention it is, you can't move anyway.

If you don't move, you can't move, but unfortunately you can't smoke. I really can't figure out what kind of battle this battle is.

They who had not gone through the Battle of the Four Elements, of course, did not understand the extent to which Zhang Sixing did as he pleased, but the soldiers who followed Zhang Sixing through the Battle of the Four Elements Warehouse knew it very well in their hearts.

The rout of the brigade and the refugees crossed the pontoon bridge, and the four devil motorcycles were parked on the main road, more than 400 meters away from the pontoon bridge, at least the devils were also worried about the fire on the other side of the bridge.

Hey, sir, this arrangement, it's real, it's fake, it's all traps, and the devil definitely can't figure out which is the real battlefield.

Attacking it halfway and blocking it across the river is probably what normal people think. But who could have known that the pontoon bridge and the position on the other side of the river were for them.

Zhang Changlin crouched in a bush, admiring Zhang Sixing's attention to concealment. For example, to dig a bunker, you need to take the turf first, and ensure that the turf can live for at least two days.

After all, this is Jiangnan, and even though it's November 8th, there is still grass in this place.

Of course, this is not the most important thing for him, the most important thing is what he carries on his back called "hump hydration bag". It is closer than a kettle, and drinking water is based on a tube of unknown material.

It's just that the taste of water is not very good, sweet and salty is called what to replenish electrolytes.

"You are snipers, you can die of heat, freeze, or thirst, but you can't move without an order."

Lao Tzu is still young, and he didn't plan to die like this.

The muzzle of the sniper-gun slowly moved, putting the heads of the devil's motorcyclists in the scope.

Walkie-talkie, that should be walkie-talkie, is better than the phone on the battlefield, when can we use it.

The stopped motorcycle detachment was holding a walkie-talkie, looking at the situation and reporting what they saw to the rear.

There is a devil brigade in the rear, and we ambush such a few people, and we are all short guns...... Light, reflective, no wonder ambushed us on the west side of the road......

Near the opposite road, something suddenly reflected, and the rays of the rising sun shone on Zhang Changlin's hidden grass.

This chief, who is too bold, hides on the side of the road, and he is not afraid of people stepping on his head.

The person who fired the gun was not heard or seen, and the gunfire of a sniper-gun equipped with a muffler fifty meters from the road could not be distinguished.

What's more, the snipers were placed three hundred meters away from the road, and basically their shots were completely undetected by the enemy.

Zhang Changlin didn't know how many snipers Zhang Sixing had arranged, anyway, it was more than two digits, and he didn't know where it was arranged.

But he knew his task, monitoring the movements of enemy troops, blocking enemy communications, and the news was conveyed by his deputies.

A detachment of twelve Japanese soldiers fell almost instantly. And the other half didn't even understand for a while because of the silent sniping, in what direction they were attacked.

Zhang Changlin felt a little pity, those people couldn't take their turn to fight.

The twelve devils all fell, Zhang Changlin paid attention to it, and the grass that was still green in November seemed to see a trace of gunpowder smoke that was rapidly dissipating.

This kid was found to be at gunpoint, if he didn't change his position, I don't know if he would be scolded to death by Chief Zhang.

In a moment, some figures rushed onto the road, then started the motorcycle, and then carried the corpse of the devil across the pontoon bridge and disappeared from Zhang Changlin's field of vision.

About an hour later, Zhang Changlin saw the devil brigade.

At the front was a squad of pathfinders, reining in their horses. The man stood on horseback and looked around, presumably looking for the missing motorcycle detachment.

Then he rode quickly to and fro the road.

He must have been there to deliver the letter, and I shouldn't have killed him.

The muzzle of the sniper-shot-gun chased the cavalryman who was going back to report the news, and as the most experienced and accurate gun, Zhang Changlin, his sniper team was arranged at the farthest end from the pontoon bridge.

He is more than 3,000 meters away from the pontoon bridge and more than 300 meters from the road. Behind him is a small bush, which is easy to transfer and retreat. The only pity is that in addition to some sound and light signals here, there is no way to keep in touch with Zhang Sixing.

"Poof"

With a soft sound, the body of the sniper-gun trembled slightly, and the Japanese cavalry fell like a sack on the galloping horse. Zhang Changlin looked at the horses running around and felt a little lost.

It would be nice if the Oriental people had a high-headed brain.

Just as he was sighing in his heart, the voice of an observer was heard beside him.

"Brother Chang Lin, the chief asked me to bring you a devil's walkie-talkie, we are no longer afraid of not receiving orders here."

"Walkie-talkie, we won't use it."

Zhang Changlin frowned, feeling that Zhang Sixing was not very reliable.

"The chief will, and he guessed that you would say that, so that you can start learning now."