April 27.

Evening.

and counties.

More than 60 kilometers away from Yangquan, a county town controlled by devils.

"The Nishino squadron has entered the city."

With the help of the moonlight, Liu Shun saw the devil Xiye squadron that was entering the city not far away.

"Heh, the little devil is quite vigilant."

Thanks to the weight-free march, the mules were also fed corn as concentrate feed, and the weight was only about 35 kilograms, and the two arrived in Hexian two hours early.

The two first found a hidden position, settled the mule, and then followed the direction of Xiyang in Hexian County, looking for the target of the mission, the Xiye Squadron.

An hour ago, on the road between Xiyang and Hexian, the Nishino squadron was found.

Contrary to the expectations of the two,

The devil's Xiye squadron, with only more than 200 people, actually pulled out a team of more than 800 meters, and sent sharp soldiers to both wings, and when passing through the dangerous and easy ambush section, they first stopped the march, and then sent the sharp soldiers to spread the two wings to spread a range of one kilometer before continuing to advance.

Very rare cautionary vigilance.

"Hehe..."

Wang Xikui sneered.

It is said that the devil samurai is fierce and not afraid of death, but after fighting with the devil for three years, Wang Xikui has seen many devils who surrender and are afraid of death.

"Go and rest first, and then we'll do it tomorrow."

Seeing that the last devil entered Hexian, Wang Xikui took Liu Shun to find a place to rest.

In Shanxi in April, the snow has dissipated, revealing the loess all over the mountains, but it is still cold at night, but fortunately, the temperature will not drop to zero.

The winter uniforms of the troops were warm enough, wrapped in blankets, and the two found a bush and slept well.

···

Night.

Xiaoao Village.

Liaoxian County Brigade Station.

Xu Huzhi returned from Yang Village, where the independent regiment was stationed, with 35,000 catties of grain and 3,500 catties of lard on the backs of mules and donkeys.

On the way back, Vice Captain Wu Wenkai's smile never stopped.

In the county brigade, he was responsible for recording the consumption of grain.

Although the form was clearly organized, very easy to fill out, and his education level was not bad, it still made him think hard.

Every night, I scratch my ears and cheeks to fill out forms and statistics, for fear that a pound of grain will go wrong, for fear of wasting a grain of grain.

His efforts were not in vain.

This time when he received grain, the Liaoxian County Brigade not only received 35,000 catties of grain, but also because his statistics were very good, and he even received 3,500 catties of lard.

For every ten catties of grain, there is a catty of lard.

The other troops, including the new regiment of the main regiment, also received only 20 catties of grain and 1 catty of lard.

Some troops, such as the 772nd Regiment, only received 50 catties of grain and one catty of lard because they did not pass the statistical form.

Even, some troops, because of fabricating statistical data and wasting food, did not get a pound of lard, not to mention that they were criticized by the brigade headquarters.

As soon as he thought that 3,000 catties of lard was the result of his efforts, Wu Wenkai felt very fulfilled in his heart and became more determined in his heart, he must abide by the regulations and norms of material management, and count and record every catty of grain consumption in detail.

"Wen Kai."

After returning to Xiaoagou Village, Xu Hu called Wu Wenkai and said:

"You arrange for people to send food to the families of the comrades who have died."

"Be careful to register."

"Yes!"

Wu Wenkai stood up and saluted.

Yes.

The Taiyue Military Region has come up with a new policy.

Any family member who has participated in the Eighth Route Army and died or is seriously injured or disabled can apply for food subsidies.

The exact number depends on the number of people in the family.

Since the establishment of the Liaoxian County Brigade, more than 50 comrades have died in the struggle against devils, and in addition to the recent general reduction in grain production around Liaoxian County, each sacrificial comrade-in-arms can receive 200 catties of grain and 20 catties of lard at home.

"Forget it, you better distribute it yourself."

Xu Huzhi was not at ease and decided to let Wu Wenkai distribute it personally.

"Yes!"

Wu Wenkai also has this intention.

···

The next day.

Before dawn.

Wang Xikui and Liu Shun got up to the sound of a few roosters.

"Little devils raised on dog food."

As soon as Wang Xikui woke up, he scolded the devil.

Wang Xikui, a native of Yangquan, came to He County five years ago, and it was also in late April.

At that time, although the surrounding people were also miserable, most of them lived well, the most obvious was that the rooster crowed in the morning.

Where like now, there are only a few sporadic sounds.

"Let's go, let's go kill the devil."

Liu Shun picked up his submachine gun.

"Let's go, go kill the devil."

Wang Xikui also copied his 98k with sniper scope.

The two of them first marched in a hurry, came to the pre-prepared position, and hid the mules and horses, although the mule horses supported by the regiment commander and friends were strong and enduring, and they were good to call, but after all, they were not horses, and the running speed was naturally not able to catch up with people.

However, the two of them later took their equipment and found the Nishino squadron on the road.

At this time, the Xiye squadron was still very vigilant, and more than 200 devils pulled out a team of more than 800 meters, and the sharp soldiers in the front and back also spread out a few hundred meters.

I don't know, I thought it was the devil brigade coming.

But it also makes the devils a little sparse, especially the sharp soldiers on both wings.

"On the left, two devil soldiers."

Liu Shun is an observer, and first chooses a suitable target:

"It's three hundred and fifty meters away from us, and there are no other devils around."

"The nearest group of devil spears is three hundred meters away, and in front of this group of devils to the left."

Liu Shun accurately marked the location of the devil.

It's not an easy thing to shoot devils cold.

The little devil's marksmanship is not bad, and on the highway from Hexian to Liao County, there is a lack of dense woods, and there is almost no suitable place to hide.

In the past, the devils were often chased by the devils, and many veterans did not come back.

But that was before.

Squatting under a dirt slope, exposing half of his head, and his cheeks were pressed against the butt of the gun, Wang Xikui opened the scope cover and pressed the crosshair to one of the two devils selected by Liu Shun.

There was a lack of bullets in the troops before, there was a lack of guns, and the quality of the guns was also poor, and the quality of the bullets was poor, and even for veterans, marksmanship was not much better.

At that time, even if it was him, two hundred meters away, the shooting accuracy was just like that.

In many cases, if you hit it, you can only be injured, or even scratch a little skin.

In order to hit the devil as much as possible and kill the devil, even if the superiors strictly require them to shoot from a safe distance, they will choose to shoot at a distance of about 200 meters, or even within 150 meters.

Because of this distance, a soldier with good marksmanship can basically kill with one shot.

But at a distance of 150 meters, as long as the gun is fired, the devils will inevitably be able to discover the location of the gunman, and then a bunch of devils will surround them, with many people chasing and few people, outflanking the pursuit, and shooting to interfere with and suppress.

Even small cannons were used.

Even if you prepare the retreat route in advance, you may not be able to run away.

But well...

"Smack..."

Wang Xikui's gun went off.

A 7.92 mm pointed warhead accurately hit the head of the devil 350 meters away.

Through the scope, Wang Xikui even saw the brains of the devil that were blown out, the brains of Bai Huahua.

With a new gun, new bullets, especially this scope, and more than 1,000 rounds of ammunition fed at the training ground of the Independent Regiment, Wang Xikui was able to hit any target of 500 meters with his first bullet.

Even in the absence of wind, seven hundred meters will do.

Wang Xikui had an intuition in his heart that if he was given another period of time, even 800 meters, he would be able to kill with one shot.

You know, at a distance of 800 meters, the walk of a bullet is already the size of a humanoid target.

"Smack..."

The first shot killed a devil, and Wang Xikui also planned to kill the second devil.

But this devil reacted quickly, at the moment when the first devil's brain collapsed, he rolled over and hid next to a ditch, although Wang Xikui moved quickly, but the loading plus aiming, it was still not as good as the devil's dodge.

Eventually, the bullet grazed the devil's ear.

"Let's go..."

The second shot missed, and Wang Xikui did not regret it, and when he mentioned the 98K, he ran along a ditch away from the road.

Liu Shun also followed.

Both of them were lightly armed, except for a gun, a hundred rounds of ammunition, they didn't bring any other baggage, and the thieves who ran away, and when the devil reacted, the two had already run a distance of more than 100 meters.

Bang Bang Bang ·

The surrounding spearheads fired a few shots indiscriminately, and when they were about to pursue, they were called back by the squadron leader.

"Come back."

Knowing that a reconnaissance soldier was killed by the Eighth Route Army, the old devil in the West Field turned pale.

However, after reading the battle reports of the first two attacks, he did not dare to pursue, for fear that it was a plan to lure the enemy into depth, so he could only change the composition of the top soldiers, a group of four to five, and shorten the distance between him and his own team.

But he clearly misjudged the situation.

It's just that Wang Xikui is like an old wolf, always following behind the Xiye squadron.

An hour later, Wang Xikui, who was lurking in the middle of a mountainside, shot again and killed a devil soldier at a distance of 450 meters. And he was very cunning and did not retreat immediately, but changed his position and killed one of the dozen or so devil soldiers who surrounded him before he escaped.

I really want to chase.

But they didn't dare to chase.

Nishino was so angry that he screamed, and in the end he could only adjust the external vigilance again, include the top soldiers in his team, and only send the top soldiers to search after passing through a section that was easy to ambush.

Then, again an hour later.

Wang Xikui shot again, this time shooting at a distance of 500 meters from the devil's own team, one shot hit the head of a devil squad leader at the end of the devil's team, and leisurely fired four more shots, killing two more devils and injuring one.

Because the devil was scattered, after all, only 200 people pulled an 800-meter team, and he was slow to react for a while, and before the devil reacted, Wang Xikui had already easily escaped with the help of the terrain.

"Yaga!"

Six soldiers in a row were shattered, one soldier was seriously injured, and his own side didn't even touch the shadow of the enemy, so angry that Nishino screamed.

But after the incompetence and rage, Nishino could only change the formation of the troops, and he did not dare to concentrate the queue, so he ordered the squadron to assemble and march in small units, and sent some devils with good marksmanship to search around the team.

However, the face is well organized.

A sniper group of observers, a sniper.

As well as Wang Xikui and Liu Shun's familiarity with the surrounding terrain, instead of finding Wang Xikui, these little devils sent out by Xiye to search for them were killed again.

In the end, the old devil of Xiye was also honest, and he let the whole squadron have exactly two hundred locust troops, divided into three queues, and pulled out a team of more than 700 meters to continue the march.

Wang Xikui saw that the devil was honestly marching in accordance with the marching formation prescribed by the regiment commander, and he no longer made a move, but continued to follow the devil.

(End of chapter)