A sound of rustling came from behind him, and Lu Feizhou fell to the ground without moving. The ears caught the first hint of the voice, and immediately determined that it was his own person.

The noise caused by a person in an ordinary military uniform is different from that of a person in a semi-rigid combat vest.

"Sir, no, let's go up."

It was the subordinate who knew Japanese who came, and his name was Liang Sixi, an authentic old flag man outside the Guanwai. The face is narrow and slightly elongated, and the jaw is slightly square. Similar to what was said in the commentary, the so-called "four-character wide mouth".

"Xiao Liangzi, you're in a hurry, let's see. Lin Anyu proposed to go by himself, and since he dared to go, he must have thought of this. ”

With the calmness honed in years of guerrilla warfare, even if his heart is raised, his face and tone are no different from usual.

"Sir, I don't want you to bury people like this. Lao Tzu is full of people, but no one in the family has ever been a eunuch. ”

Lu Feizhou didn't say anything about this, but if he felt like that, Liang Jun felt comfortable.

This is a soldier that Zhang Sixing got from the Jing'an Army in the "textbook retreat". Most of his soldiers who were unwilling to follow Zhang Sixing were killed by the Japanese of the 101st Division, and there were only a few left.

Liang Jun and a group of them only hate the Japanese at the moment, and even hate them even more than ordinary people. Like those teenagers in the miscellaneous barracks, they are all villagers and have a kinship.

"Sir, when are those devils going to ...... me? I look at the people of the Jing'an Army as people, and sometimes I look at those who refuse to go with us, and I really want to slap him and call him a dog. ”

"That's a lot to talk about, look, the devil is about to go out."

Just when Liang Jun was about to say more, Lu Feizhou gestured to the Japanese military camp with his chin.

Sure enough, after beating a few Japanese under Lin Anyu, the deputy commander of the Jing'an Army, they still believed their letter. That is, they found some people who were similar to the legendary "Four Elements Demon King".

It is no secret that in the Japanese army, cloth strips, ostrich boots, and long knives were not secret. As for the muffler, the Japanese also know it. It's just that the island's excessively poor resources make them think that this kind of thing is not only not in line with the requirements of bushido, but also completely unnecessary like submachine guns.

There is a group of people who are active on the battlefield dressed in the same clothes as the "Four Elements Demon King", and it must be the enemy army. The beating of the Jing'an Army soldiers who came to report the news was only to verify the authenticity of the news.

Speaking of which, the status of the Japanese military police in the army is still extremely high, as Zhang Sixing said, the rank of official is three levels. The reason why he didn't beat Lin Anyu was because he was a regiment commander, so it was appropriate to have a lieutenant to beat him.

A squad of motorcycles plus two armored vehicles, together with a car of gendarmes.

Of course, the gendarmes did not plan to fight the troops of the "Four Elements Demon King" themselves, just look at the walkie-talkie antennas exposed on their armored vehicles.

But the credit for discovering the whereabouts of the "Four Elements Demon King" is too unworthy to cheapen the people of the Jing'an Army.

Naturally, compared with the mechanization of the Japanese military police, Lin Anyu, who was riding a horse, and several men who were beaten with blue noses and swollen faces could not keep up, and were soon pulled behind by the military police.

Lu Feizhou, who was hidden in the canopy, didn't dare to move at this time, and the strips of cloth on his body swayed endlessly under the mountain wind along with the branches and leaves of the tree. He was lying in the canopy of a tree, like a sloth.

However, for the cloth strips, Lu Feizhou was very satisfied. When I first made this thing in Jurong County, the painters selected the color of the cloth. Make a strip of cloth and hang it on a tree, and you can't tell it from a distance.

With the rumbling sound of the engine, the convoy of the gendarmerie was getting closer and closer, but Lu Feizhou's heart became more and more nervous.

The gendarmerie is clearly much more obedient to orders than ordinary troops. At this moment, the Japanese soldiers in the car were all wearing gas masks, and the tubes leading to the poison filter tanks were dangling on their chests, like elephants becoming sperm.

At this time, Lu Feizhou's heart became more and more nervous, and he scolded in his heart:

The devil has not yet occupied Jinling City, could it be that the mountain god on the mountain has already surrendered to the devil. Nima Laozi is about to shoot, the stronger the wind will be, can this be accurate?

But no matter how much he cursed in his heart, the mountain wind that officially arrived in the early morning became more and more violent, and the entire canopy shook together. Even Lu Zhou felt that he couldn't aim with the red dot lens on the HP90, which was only the size of a thumb.

The Japanese military police, who were getting closer and closer, did not find anyone hiding in the canopy at all.

Originally, it was not a tropical jungle, with a dense and almost opaque canopy. The Japanese will stand out when they hide their khaki military uniforms in trees, even in green uniforms.

In the case that most weapons are single-shot manual weapons, hiding in a tree is not a sign of death?

No matter how anxious Lu Feizhou was in his heart, how he cursed the mountain god and the land who were innocently lying on the gun, the vehicle of the gendarmerie of the 18th Division still entered the ambush circle as promised.

At this moment, the shaking of the canopy did not lessen at all, but Lu Feizhou, who had to send the arrow on the string, still shouted,

"Hit"

In the era when there were no individual radios, this roar was indispensable if you wanted to ensure the coordination of attacks.

Just like what Xue Xishan saw last night, although it is not easy to use offensive tear jerking eggs at the moment, Lu Feizhou, who has a strong guerrilla habit, still has to remove a lot of grenade filler from his subordinates.

He took out a small loaf of bread and shook it a few times in the morning breeze with the people who were in the limelight. A puff of gray and yellow dust was sent to the gendarmerie convoy by the morning breeze in an instant.

Although the Japanese wear gas masks, this is something that has been arranged for a long time, so whether it is useful or not, it is impossible to be wrong to scatter ashes in the limelight. Even if you can't choke people, the two round observation holes on the gas mask have to be obscured by dust, and the visibility is reduced.

A number of muzzle flames suddenly appeared on the canopy of the trees, and although the most refreshing burst could not be used due to the interference of the mountain wind, the dense burst fire still caught the Japanese military police off guard.

After all, Lu Feizhou, who was born as a guerrilla fighter, understood that in dealing with this gendarme, which only had a few detachments, he would definitely concentrate superior forces by dispatching a company.

Not only that, but when the vehicle stopped, the armored car stopped just under Lu Feizhou.

He let go of his HP90 and jumped from the canopy. People who generally have no kung fu in six meters, and who are still carrying equipment on their backs, are so shocked that they are uncomfortable.

However, the ostrich boots under his feet gave him the greatest cushion, allowing him to easily and steadily land on the armored vehicle.

But at this time, it was a few seconds slower to deal with the people in the armored car behind, and it gave the person operating the machine gun in the armored car behind the opportunity to shoot.

"Be careful......

Suddenly pushed down, Lu Feizhou, who lost his balance, fell from the armored car.

However, a burst of gunfire rang out that made Lu Feizhou's scalp explode, and he didn't care about the meat and vegetables falling under his armored car, and there was only one thought in his heart that made his whole body numb:

It's over, alarming the Japanese gendarmerie. Without the vehicles and uniforms of the Japanese gendarmerie, where would there be a chance to sneak into the heavy artillery command post. Brethren of Andemen and Guantai Gate, I am sorry for you.